Chapter 880: Untitled
Chapter 880: Untitled
"Click!"
As if something of immense importance had been punctured, all living beings near the City of Regret heard a strange, light sound in unison.
When the countless phantoms hovering in the Swamp of Phantom Souls heard this peculiar sound, they were astonished to find that the majestic city, standing tall at the deepest part of the pale marshland and perpetually spewing out pitch-black mist, had suddenly been sheared off...
No! It wasn't sheared!
As an intense shockwave erupted from within the City of Regret, dispersing the thousand-year-old mist that surrounded it, revealing the pale night sky of the Netherworld, the dead souls blown away from the city's vicinity finally realized the truth.
The grey city, with its walls covered in finger marks, hadn't been sheared off; instead, like a nail struck by a heavy hammer, it had been forcibly driven into the pale marshland beneath it under an unimaginable, overwhelming pressure!
"Caw! Caw! Caw!"
The massive city, home to millions of spirits, collapsed with a thunderous roar. The countless death crows perched atop the city walls abandoned their duty of guiding the dead and took to the skies, cawing in confusion and flapping their wings, their feathers scattering in the air above the City of Regret, forming a black rainstorm.
Immediately after, to the horror of countless dead souls, millions of souls poured out like a tidal wave, fleeing in all directions away from the City of Regret.
However, the terrifying being that had smashed the entire City of Regret into the marshland didn't seem to be letting these souls escape. A chilling aura that sent shivers through the souls of all the dead followed the fleeing souls, surging out from within the city.
As if pursued by true death itself, every soul that escaped from the city would collapse in agony, clutching their chests, as soon as they were touched by the slightest trace of this intangible aura.
And once these fleeing souls fell into the marshland, a small wooden doll would emerge from their backs, taking their place and running away in terror.
Unfortunately, before they could get very far, the souls that had just collapsed would stagger to their feet, their eyes rolling back, and under the control of an unknown force, they would pounce on the fleeing dolls, tearing them to pieces with savage ferocity.
But that wasn't the end of it. After shredding the screaming dolls, these dead souls, completely devoid of self-will and behaving like wild beasts, would grab every piece they could and frantically stuff them into their mouths, even if it meant tearing their tongues, breaking their teeth, and bleeding profusely...
"No! No! No!"
The doll, filled with despair, screamed 'No' three times, feeling more than half of itself being devoured by the dead souls. It was held in Lyon's hand, and its fear was evident as it desperately shrieked, "You can't do this to me! I'm the ruler of the Netherworld! Without me, humans..."
"Will live better."
Lyon borrowed an abnormal object from a trembling purifier, transforming into a three-headed black hound with drool dripping from its jaws. He tore off a piece from the screaming doll and tossed it to the eagerly wagging three-headed black dog. Then, without expression, he declared, "It's useless, even if you were a piglet or a puppy. I will kill you today, no matter who comes, I mean it!"
"You! Madman! You're insane!!!"
The doll, seeing the determination to end its existence in Lyon's pitch-black eyes, couldn't help but scream like countless 'elders' before it. It struggled desperately, pleading, "If you kill me, the souls filled with regret will pile up here with nowhere to go! The number of souls born into the world will decrease! You can't do this without fearing the consequences..."
"Those are matters for later.
"After kicking and breaking the wooden legs of the Crying Doll, Lyon tossed it to the three black dogs by his side. He closed his eyes, sensing the remaining number of dolls, and then, imitating the Crying Doll's previous demeanor, spoke calmly."
"If there's a problem, I'll come here after I die and take your place. The effect will be the same either way... By the way, where is the Flesh-receiving Doe?"
"You?!"
Seeing the unconcealed murderous intent in Lyon's eyes, the Crying Doll instinctively shuddered before immediately understanding his plan.
This madman probably made up his mind to completely abandon a quarter of his soul before coming to the Netherworld, aiming to break even by killing one and profit by killing two. He never intended to return!
Damn that horned beast! I should've known better than to provoke such a lunatic!
"I know where she is!"
With nearly being killed by the madman, the Crying Doll hesitated for less than a split second before deciding to betray his teammate. He gritted his teeth and stated his condition:
"I can lead you to her, but in exchange, you must let me go!"
"There's no point in making such an impossible request."
Lyon twisted the Crying Doll's head off and fed the rest to the dogs. He retracted his power, returning the anomaly to the nearby purifier who was trembling uncontrollably. Then, he fixed his gaze on the Crying Doll's head and said:
"Listen carefully. Although I will be the one to ultimately kill you, if it weren't for that deer, you might not have caught my attention. So, it's also one of the culprits that led to your death.
If you're willing to guide me, I'll try to ensure it dies before you, allowing you to take some revenge. You can also lead me to a stronger Netherworld Overlord, where you can witness my soul being shattered by them, taking further revenge.
So, do you understand? I'm not negotiating with you; I'm offering you a chance for revenge. Whether you seize this opportunity or not is up to you."
"Do you take me for a fool?"
The Crying Doll couldn't help but become furious at Lyon's words.
"I disagree! You never intended to go back! And you're telling me this..."
"Take your time and don't rush to answer me."
Lyon pointed outside the city and said:
"In about a minute, all the remaining dolls will be torn apart by the dead souls. I'll wait for you until then... Come a little closer, everyone."
Lyon beckoned the purifiers to gather around and filled their Heart Lakes. Then, he pointed towards the direction of the Sage's Graveyard and instructed them:
"Just head in that direction, and if you persist and don't turn back, you'll reach the Sage's Graveyard. On the east side of the graveyard, there's an old pagoda tree. Dig up the thirty-eighth grave from left to right, and you'll find the remnant of the third-generation Bureau Chief. He might be able to save you.
Sorry, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be escorting you."
(End of Chapter)
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