Chapter 338: Gossiping Behind Someone's Back Will Bring Retribution
Chapter 338: Gossiping Behind Someone's Back Will Bring Retribution
The Director is truly as much of a beast as ever.
With a somewhat speechless smack of his lips, Lyon tried to shake off this unfriendly thought and began to search for the dog god that the Director had knocked out, following the method that Senior Emma had taught him.
A three-headed, unconscious dog, bound by red hair...
A three-headed, unconscious dog, bound by red hair...
Heaven rewards those who are diligent. After silently repeating this in his mind a dozen times, Lyon indeed found a dog that basically met the criteria not far ahead. As for why it was only "basically"...
"Senior Emma..."
Looking at the three dog heads, each larger than a round dining table, soaking in the blackish-yellow swamp beside the Path of No Return, Lyon couldn't help but say speechlessly, "This dog's head alone is so big that it must be at least five or six meters long when fully out. This can't be considered a puppy anymore, right?"
"To us, it's very large, but among the deities of the Dead Realm, it is already the smallest in size."
Emma, who was on Lyon's back, explained gently:
"In our world, the soul is attached to the flesh, so the priority of the flesh is very high. If the body is too large, the flesh itself may not be able to bear it.
Therefore, unless there is a manifestation of an evil deity that can briefly erode the world's rules with a different set of rules, it's difficult to see things that are too large on land."
"However, the rules of the Dead Realm are different. Here, the existence of the flesh is not acknowledged, so as long as the soul can support it, the size of a Dead Realm creature can almost infinitely increase, even growing to the size of a mountain range.
As for the dog god responsible for guarding the Gate of the Underworld, most of the time it is outside the Dead Realm, and it is one of the few Dead Realm deities with a real physical form, so it is the smallest in size among all the true deities of the Dead Realm."
I see.
Thinking about the Dead Realm's sovereign who had ground his own bones into bricks to pave the way from the entrance of the Dead Realm to its deepest point, Lyon couldn't help but nod in understanding.
Indeed, the "First Mortal" wouldn't have had enough bones to grind into powder if he didn't have a sufficiently large body. However...
"How do we wake it up?"
Looking at the dog god's fangs, which were longer than his own foot, Lyon asked hesitantly:
"Should we shout loudly at it, or should we touch it? Also, since the Director knocked it out, will it still be willing to help us open the gate?"
"It will help us."
Looking at the three-headed dog god soaking in the swamp of Wandering, Emma's expression became somewhat complicated:
"Olivia's reputation in the Dead Realm is... quite well-known. She has come to the Dead Realm many times for my sake, and she has... communicated with the dog god many times. When it sees me, it will help us leave.
As for how to wake it up, it's quite simple. The dog god uses its nose to distinguish between the living and the dead, and it is very sensitive to the scent of the living. So, all you need to do is blow into its nose."
"Oh..."
Instantly understanding Emma's tactful response, Lyon sighed over the Director's notorious reputation and carefully walked down the Path of No Return to the edge of the swamp, then blew a strong breath into the dog god's nose, which was still unconscious.
...
"Woof?!"
Even though Lyon was standing about 17 or 18 meters away from Where the three-headed dog Was submerged, the six eyes of the three dog heads, with their Twelve eyelids, still moved Simultaneously after Her blew the breath containing the scent of the living.
"Alive!"
With a still somewhat muffled mumble, the nearest dog head to Lyon, with a pink nose the size of a basketball, violently twitched, and the ears that had been drooping suddenly perked, searching for nearby sounds, and the teeth, which were already somewhat protruding, became even more unfriendly as they bared outward.
"Actually daring to intrude into the Dead Realm, I will—"
"Angus!"
Upon noticing this scene, Emma, who was on Leon’s back, slightly raised her body and met the six enormous dog eyes staring at her, loudly asking:
"Who do you think I am?"
"..."
After the six lantern-sized, eerie green phosphorescent eyes carefully examined Emma for a while, the muscles on the awakened Dog God’s face twitched slightly. His expression turned unfriendly as he said:
"So it's you... You want to go to the City of Regret again to see your family? Didn't they already say they don’t want to see you? Why can’t you just let it go?"
City of Regret?
After hearing the Dog God’s opening words, Leon’s eyes couldn’t help but narrow slightly.
If he remembered correctly, this was a place where the dead, who harbored deep regrets or resentment and refused to move on, resided. It was filled with a large number of restless souls. They would only leave the City of Regret and continue their journey to the Cliff of Eternity after being completely forgotten by the living, with no one remembering them or the people and events they regretted, resented, or hated, which had long since dissipated with time or death.
So... Senior Emma’s clan, at least a part of it, hasn’t “thoroughly” left and is still living in the City of Regret, still harboring resentment towards her?
"This is none of your business..."
Seemingly triggered by the Dog God’s question, Emma’s face turned slightly pale. She then bit her lip and said:
"Open the gate for us, we need to leave the Dead Realm now!"
"Fine, I’ll open it for you! You cursed purifiers always like to use your anomalous items to break the rules and meddle with the boundaries between life and death!"
The massive dog head displayed a rather human-like expression of disdain. The Triscephalon stared at Leon and Emma, his face full of malice, and said:
"I’ve memorized your scents! When you enter as the dead, I’ll definitely take a big bite out of each of you! Especially you!"
"..."
???
Looking at the Triscephalon with a fierce expression, Leon asked in surprise:
"Me? This is my first time in the Dead Realm?"
"Heh, before you lie, why don’t you ask this woman who I am?"
With a loud snort, the Triscephalon blew out the blackish-yellow swamp mud from his nose and said with disdain:
"In terms of strength, I’m the weakest among the true gods of the Dead Realm, but in terms of my nose, no one can match me.
I can tell just by smell that you were here about three years ago, and you’ve narrowly avoided entering the Dead Realm at least a hundred times recently, only to escape using your anomalous items. Am I right?"
"..."
Recently... that’s true, the number of times I’ve avoided death using the ram’s horn and heart is far more than a hundred.
But three years ago... wasn’t that when I just “arrived”?
"Heh, nothing to say, huh?"
As Leon frowned in thought, the Triscephalon, believing he had rendered him speechless, gave a smug laugh and then suddenly opened his mouth, letting out a deafening roar.
"Arf!"
With the deep, powerful bark, the massive gate in the distance opened slightly. Leon and Emma seemed to fall into a black hole and vanished without warning.
"Get lost quickly!"
Spitting three times in the direction they left, the Triscephalon said with obvious displeasure:
"Damn Purification Bureau! Damn purifiers! And that damned red-haired woman! When she dies, I will definitely—hmm? Amp?"
Smelling a familiar scent, the Triscephalon turned his head in surprise and asked the Crocodile Deity who had emerged from the swamp behind him:
"Why are you here? Don’t you always—uh—"
(End of Chapter)
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