Chapter 316: No Peace Even at Home
Chapter 316: No Peace Even at Home
"It's not that I want to use this, but compared to other things, this is already the best..."
After surveying the empty Emerald Valley, Lyon replied helplessly, "I dare not pull out the sword from Emma's chest, so I can only use something from her office. If you don't like the hammer, there's also the rolling quill board, the iron maiden, the pressing cart, the iron thorn whip, or the large cleaver from the guillotine..."
"..."
Looking at the hideous and abnormal torture devices on the ground, the lazy youth's face twitched slightly. Then, he realized that Lyon was right; compared to those terrifying tools that could instantly kill a person, the flanged mace was indeed the best choice to quickly "solve" the problem.
But being beaten to death by a flanged mace was a bit...
"Why don't you just pull out Emma's sword instead?"
Looking at the flanged mace with blood stains that hadn't dried yet, the lazy youth swallowed hard. He really didn't want to be smashed by this still-steaming weapon, so he suggested, "I've seen Emma use the Willful Scale. It mainly judges the soul, and the harm to the body is just an additional effect. Usually, it won't be fatal, and even if it is, it's not a big deal. Her undying body can be used at least three hundred times, and even if she dies again, nothing will happen."
"Her current state of unconsciousness is mainly because her soul has suffered too much, causing her will to be unable to control her body. This sword, which targets the soul, is stuck in her chest, and although it won't cause secondary injuries to her body, it does affect her soul's recovery. You should pull out the sword!"
"I see..."
Upon hearing this, Lyon nodded and reached out to touch the hilt of the Willful Scale. After confirming that the situation was exactly as described, he carefully gripped the hilt, steadied his arm, and slowly pulled the sword out.
"Pfft!"
With the slight sound of the blade leaving her body, Emma's body trembled slightly, and the gushing blood immediately stained her front.
But just as the lazy youth had said, although Emma's soul suffered secondary injuries due to Lyon's action of pulling out the sword, as the blade of the Willful Scale left her body, Emma's originally chaotic and sluggish soul flame suddenly became smooth and stable, and there were even faint signs of consciousness.
"She's doing better than I expected."
Noticing the slight movement of Emma's fingertips, the lazy youth's eyes flashed twice, and he said, "I estimate that she'll wake up soon. If her condition is good, you might not even need to kill me.
My restoration ritual didn't consume much, but the feeling of my body being completely destroyed and then slowly rebuilt, my soul completely extinguished and then reignited... it's hard to say which is more painful compared to being beaten to death by a flanged mace. No, wait!"
As he lifted his head to check on Emma's condition, the lazy youth seemed to notice something strange. He suddenly stiffened his neck and shouted with urgency, "Look behind you! That crocodile!"
The Crocodile Deity?
Upon hearing Tom's reminder, Lyon was startled.
The Crocodile Deity brought here by the Willful Scale's contract? But he already left, didn't he?
...
Oh no, we've been discovered!
Hearing the commotion coming from the top of the mountain, the Crocodile Deity, who was stealthily moving away with his two hind legs, suddenly shuddered.
Because the contract of the Willful Scale had not ended, the unlucky Crocodile Deity couldn't leave. Lyon, who was in a drunken rage, grabbed him and used him as a weapon to smash the Wealth Goddess' forehead.
After being caught by the Wealth Goddess, the Crocodile Deity dared not interfere in the fight between the two powerful beings. Weak, pitiful, and helpless, he quietly hid in the distance.
According to the Crocodile Deity's original plan, he was just going to curl up and wait for Lyon and the Wealth Goddess to finish their fight. Then, he would try to be cute and beg for mercy from the victor, and this matter would be over.
After all, he had only acted according to the contract, and he had no direct conflict with either Lyon or the Wealth Goddess. Moreover, with the backing of several powerful beings in the Dead Realm, whether it was the Purification Bureau or the Wealth Goddess, they would have to give him some face.
No matter which side emerged victorious, it was unlikely that either would directly harm themselves. As long as he kept a low profile and avoided being implicated, there was absolutely no danger to his life.
Unfortunately, the situation took a sudden turn for the worse. Ri Ang, the ancient land dweller who had infiltrated the Purification Bureau with ill intentions, suddenly revealed his identity. The Wealth Goddess discovered his identity as a visitor from the ancient land, and to make matters worse, they even reached an unspoken agreement between them.
The unspoken agreement meant that no one else could be told, and anyone who knew about it would have to die! The crocodile god, having witnessed the entire conversation between Leon and the Wealth Goddess, and seeing her swear to keep the secret, almost burst into tears on the spot.
Fearing that these two conspirators would eliminate him to keep their secret, the crocodile god pushed his innate ability to play dead to the extreme, minimizing his presence to the lowest possible level. He even quieted his soul, only slightly better than complete extinguishment, and silently prayed in his heart that no one would notice him.
Unfortunately, while his concealment was enough to deceive humans, it was utterly useless against a true deity. With a single glance, the Wealth Goddess noticed the crocodile god pretending to be dead.
However, despite noticing him, the Wealth Goddess did not take immediate action. She seemed to believe that the ancient land dweller would directly eliminate the crocodile god to protect the secret of their "infiltration." She then crossed into the Dream Realm and departed.
As the crocodile god anxiously pleaded in his heart, fearing he would be eliminated by the ancient land dweller, a miracle happened.
The ancient land dweller, who had nearly killed the Wealth Goddess, scanned the surroundings with his soul's vision. Incredibly, he completely ignored the crocodile god's hidden soul, acting like an ordinary person with a dull soul perception!
What incredible luck!
Watching the ancient land dweller, who had disguised himself as exceptionally weak and was carrying the unconscious female purifier on his back, struggling to climb the mountain, the fortunate crocodile god's heart began to pound wildly, nearly breaking out of its feigned death state.
Amidst the crocodile god's desperate gaze, the ancient land dweller who had infiltrated the Purification Bureau truly ignored him. He continued climbing towards the summit, and eventually, at the suggestion of another purifier, he drew the stabbing sword that had been maintaining the contract, preventing him from leaving! Thank the heavens!
After sensing Leon's murderous gaze, the crocodile god, with unprecedented speed, opened the portal to the realm between life and death and immediately dove into it, embarking on the one-way path to the Dead Realm.
Finally, he had escaped!
Having left the perilous world of the living, the crocodile god gazed upon the gloomy and somber Dead Realm before him. Along the one-way path, he witnessed the struggling and wailing souls of the dead, desperately trying to turn back. The crocodile god, having escaped through the mouth of the crocodile, was so overwhelmed with emotion that he nearly burst into tears.
That damnable world was too deep; he had only held his breath and ventured there to try something new, almost losing his life in the process.
The Dead Realm was much better!
Although the scenery was a bit monotonous, the wailing of the dead a bit loud, and the scent of the sinners' souls a bit stale, not as fresh as those who had just died, at least life here was stable. There was no fear of being attacked at any moment. The Dead Realm was truly...
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
???
Amidst the crocodile god's terrified expression, in the black, white, and gray Dead Realm, a bright, vibrant color suddenly appeared.
In the raging waters of the Styx River along the one-way path, countless blood-red cocoons emerged, connecting heaven and earth. In an instant, a blood-red cocoon with a diameter of over a hundred meters formed, trapping the crocodile god, who had just stepped onto the one-way path.
"No wonder the scent seemed familiar."
Looking at the crocodile god, terrified within the cocoon, the Director, who was brushing his teeth by the Styx River, spat out the toothpaste foam from his mouth and asked with a frown:
"If I remember correctly, aren't you the crocodile who signed a contract with Emma? Why do you have the scent of the Wealth Goddess? And... why do you also have Leon's scent?"
(End of Chapter)
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