Chapter 905: Faceless, Six Faces
Chapter 905: Faceless, Six Faces
Damn it! I've been tricked!
Below, the cleaners looked up in surprise, their faces darkening as the Faceless Man puffed out his cheeks, chewing vigorously. The sound of snapping bones accompanied the desperate screams of the Old Man with the Lantern, and soon, all fell silent.
If his guess was right, everything he had encountered earlier was likely a carefully planned ambush!
From the Pisces Director who left the Sage's Graveyard to check on the No Return Path, to the God of Food hiding in a coffin with a woman, and even the four weak and infirm directors of the Purge Bureau—they were all fake!
The Purge Bureau must have used some unknown method to anticipate their actions and set up this elaborate ruse to lower their guard, luring them into the Sage's Graveyard with all the Dead Realm Lords.
If it weren't for his earlier precaution of dividing the First Dead's remains among the other Dead Realm Lords, that half-sun alone would have been enough to turn them all to ashes.
But... things weren't so bad right now.
The Faceless Man took out a slowly beating black heart, stuffed it into his mouth without expression, and his facial features quickly became clearer, rapidly transforming into a human male's appearance.
At the same time, five of the other Dead Realm Lords who emerged from the black ice layer regained their mobility. They grabbed the nearest Dead Realm Lords and, expressionless, stuffed them into their mouths, chewing with a loud crunch.
Strangely, as they began to eat rapidly, both the Engraver with chiseled features and the Death Priest with his face wrapped in burial cloth started to blur, their faces gradually resembling the Faceless Man's.
Even the Yellow Earthworm of River Excavation, with only a few pairs of open mouths where its face should be, was affected by some bizarre power. Its bulging lumps of flesh smoothed out rapidly, hinting at a human-like appearance.
If the "Quarter-Ang" who was pushed off Terminus Cliff were here, he might have noticed that the faces of these six Dead Realm Lords, including the newly-faced Faceless Man, bore an uncanny eight-part resemblance to the First Dead.
The remaining two distinctions were in their teeth and eyes. These six faces, so similar to the First Dead, now revealed a pair of long, sharp, white fangs each.
Their eyes, like those of deer, had enlarged black pupils, pushing away the whites to fill the entire eye socket. Combined with the sharp canines, they resembled six short-eared deer with human faces.
...
Hmm... These little things looked oddly familiar.
The Third-generation Old Man, who had been detached from the start, glanced up at the six Dead Realm Lords in the sky and furrowed his brows in thought. He felt like he had seen something similar somewhere before.
Meanwhile, the others in the Sage's Graveyard had recovered from the shock of the Dead Realm Lords' cannibalism. Without hesitation, they activated their most powerful Abnormal Objects and launched a second round of attacks in coordination.
"Hua!"
The Yellow Springs, briefly cleansed of its muddy color by the half-sun, suddenly spewed out large amounts of salty seawater. Hundreds of thick octopus arms shot out from the sea's eye, reaching for the six Dead Realm Lords above.
As the massive tentacles with their flesh-colored suction cups were about to reach their target, something eerie happened. The suction cups began to fold and squeeze together, opening and closing like eyelids, revealing tens of thousands of vertical blood-red eyes that fixed on everything above the Sage's Graveyard.
Suddenly, a massive hole tore open in the pitch-black sky of the Death Realm. A blinding river of gold poured forth, carrying shattered dolls and pure white feathers, as if trying to melt and cast the entire graveyard into this golden flow.
Then, like a flock of ravens, bronze masks flew upwards, followed by two groups of blind nuns crying and kneeling in prayer, hundreds of bone-faced demons with gouged-out eyes and severed tongues, a thorny path filled with severed feet, and dozens of dilapidated altars engraved with hollow blood moons.
After the attacks from the Zodiac Bureau Chiefs, whose appearances were more sinister than outer gods and whose auras were more foul than demons, it was the Capricorn Director's turn. He raised his withered hands.
"Joan!" The Capricorn Director's neck veins bulged as he shouted, and his hands, glowing with white light, clenched tightly. The thick death energy around the Faceless One instantly dissipated, revealing its entire body.
Just as the Taurus Director was about to fire a shot with his ancient longbow, aided by the Archery Director, at the seemingly most dangerous Faceless One, the Engraver standing beside the Faceless One suddenly raised his hand and forcefully slashed downward with his silver engraving knife.
Wait, what?
As the Taurus Director's eyes widened in surprise, a faintly familiar blade of energy, spanning a distance of at least several hundred meters and bypassing the pre-arranged defensive abnormal object, precisely struck the back of her half-drawn bow.
"Crack!"
With a crisp snap, the ancient longbow, already drawn halfway, instantly 'died' and shattered into dozens of deep-blue bronze shards under the tension, uncontrollably scattering in all directions. The shards pierced her flesh, covering her hands and forearms in blood.
Above the Taurus Director, the Raven-Eyed Granny, who had only been at the average True God level, suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She glanced at the incoming attack.
To the astonishment of the cleaners, wherever the Raven-Eyed Granny's gaze fell, whether it was the thick tentacles or the delicate feathers, the golden river or the thorny path, they all lost control.
Not a single one of the attacks, powerful enough to severely injure any True God, could resist an inexplicable attraction. They bizarrely changed direction and target, avoiding the bodies of the six Death Realm Overlords and rushing straight towards the deepest part of the Death Realm.
"I understand now!"
After glancing at the six Death Realm Overlords standing above, the Square-Headed Elder's face lit up with realization. He looked up towards the Faceless One and exclaimed in surprise:
"You're the Hexa-Cheeked Stag? You're not dead?"
Hexa-Cheeked Stag???
Hearing this unfamiliar name, the cleaners were taken aback, their eyes filled with confusion. Lyon, who was repairing his soul while confined in a coffin, had a sudden realization, remembering the silver carving knife he had obtained from the previous Aquarius Director.
The Death Realm Overlord who, tired of the endless work in the Death Realm, had chosen to jump off a cliff, leaving behind six True God-level abnormalities?
(End of Chapter)
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