Chapter 882: The End
Chapter 882: The End
Is he... insane?
The Netherworld Overlords, gathered atop Lingering Mountain for their meeting, couldn't help but be stunned as they witnessed the unimaginable sight of countless palms descending upon them from above.
Just a few days ago, the Archer Director of the Purification Bureau had come to discuss negotiations at the Sage's Graveyard in a week's time. We were still planning our ambush, but now the God of Food from the Purification Bureau has directly launched an attack?
"Attack!"
Recovering from the initial shock of the sudden assault, the incarnated doe, locked onto by Leon, was the first to react. She raised her pair of snowy white antlers and bravely met the descending palm above her.
As she moved, the three locations in the Netherworld's first half under the doe's control simultaneously responded.
First was the Burial Robe Mirror Lake. The frigid lake, filled with countless garments, instantly evaporated, covering a vast distance to form a dense cloud of water vapor around the doe. At the peak of Lingering Mountain, a thick mist exploded, drenching the area.
Next, the Corpse Soil Black Forest's towering trees withered instantly. Countless corpses hanging from the blood-black branches fell in unison, swallowed by the black soil below. The same black soil erupted from the doe's body, expanding her once diminutive form.
Finally, the Bone Palace, standing in the first half of the No Return Path, shone in contrast to the City of Regret in the latter half.
As the doe actively engaged, the giant palace, white with a hint of decay, instantly turned to stone. Her antlers, atop her head, grew like sprouting branches in the wind, rushing towards Leon's palm with a terrifying force. Then...
It was instantly snapped!
The doe's grand gesture of defiance merely caused a slight delay in the palm's descent. Like a mantis raising its scythe against an elephant, her antlers broke, and her body collapsed into the mist, instantly crushed under overwhelming power.
Although the locations she controlled were all in the first half of the No Return Path, and the quality of the souls she harnessed was slightly inferior, the doe, capable of governing three places, was still far stronger than the Crying Doll. Even outside her territory, her power was nearly on par with a Pillar Deity.
However, Leon, who had overturned the City of Regret and traversed the Swamp of Phantom Souls, now had over twenty million souls in his grasp. In terms of raw power, he was among the foremost Pillar Deities. The difference in strength between the two was immense.
The ambush, though well-intentioned, was ineffective due to the vast power gap.
Under Leon's unimaginably heavy palm strike, even after expanding her body hundreds of times, the doe was instantly killed by a 'heavy palm'. Her body, like a mouse flattened by a steamroller, spread evenly across the platform atop Lingering Mountain, leaving a thick, bloody mess.
This strike was purely a display of brute force, without the erosion of abilities. Still, the doe's physical destruction resulted in unimaginable damage, and her soul, filled with despair, rushed towards the Terminus Cliff...
"Come back!!!"
Thanks to the time bought by the doe's resistance, the Patrol Woman, who narrowly evaded Leon's attack by controlling Lingering Mountain, shouted fiercely. She then forcefully pulled the doe's soul back using the mountain's ability to restrain the dead, preventing her from sharing the Crying Doll's fate.
On the other side, the Faceless One, still shaken, took a breath before immediately launching a counterattack.
As the master of manipulating souls in the Netherworld, the Netherworld Overlord only needed a glance to understand the situation. The true source of Lyon's immense power wasn't the two weak Abilities themselves but the over twenty million high-quality Dead Souls he had brought along.
The lower-quality Dead Souls merely needed to traverse the Black and White Bridge or the Mortician's Path to have their mortal traces stripped away, leaving them confused and wandering aimlessly along the No Return Path.
The Sage's Graveyard served as a boundary; those who could pass through and continue forward, or even linger in the latter half of the path for years, possessed either unimaginably strong Remnants or inherently high-quality souls.
The Voracious God of Food, having come all the way from the City of Regret, had likely emptied the high-quality Dead Souls that had accumulated over the past few centuries in the latter half of the No Return Path. There was no way to match his power now.
Aside from the First Death, who created the No Return Path, and the Lantern Elder temporarily overseeing Terminus Cliff, any other Netherworld Overlord who faced him head-on would meet their end. The only solution was to 'wash' away the Dead Souls under his control!
"Don't confront him directly!"
Shouting to the mountain patrol woman and the Doe receiving her flesh, the Faceless One's form instantly dispersed, vanishing from Lingering Mountain. In its place, an ancient stone bridge of black and white hues appeared.
The Faceless One had brought the entire Black and White Bridge under his control, and before Lyon could launch his next attack, he disassembled the massive black and white stone bridge, turning it into countless black and white slabs. These slabs tumbled down the ridge of Lingering Mountain.
With each bounce along the ridge, the slabs would suddenly expand in size, resembling giant rolling logs, and crashed into the countless Dead Souls at the mountain's base.
Even before they made contact, these giant black and white slabs acted like enormous magnets, forcibly attracting nearby Dead Souls. Following the rules of the Black and White Bridge, they extracted all the memories of happiness and suffering from the souls.
As their memories were forcibly taken, the souls became blank slates, losing their ability to provide fear. The agitated Heart Lake quickly calmed, freeing them from the dual extraction of the Heart Lake Emblem and Terror on Demand.
...
They reacted quickly.
Please...collect...6...9...books...!
Seeing that the Netherworld Overlords had discovered their weakness and were attacking their source of power, Lyon couldn't help but sigh inwardly, knowing he was reaching his limit.
Although the combination of his Emblem and Ability temporarily granted him power surpassing that of a Pillar God, the Netherworld Overlords weren't fools. They wouldn't allow themselves to be easily defeated; they would find a way to weaken his power.
For these Netherworld Overlords, physical death wasn't truly fatal; only the erosion of Abilities could genuinely threaten their lives. In the City of Regret, when Lyon controlled fifteen million Dead Souls and devoured the Crying Doll's clone, he was engaging in the process of Ability erosion.
Now, with three Death Overlords supporting each other, he could kill their physical bodies multiple times, but he lacked the opportunity to erode their Abilities. It seemed this was as far as he could go...
Hmm...or maybe not?
(End of Chapter)
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