Chapter 908: It's All Lyon's Fault!
Chapter 908: It's All Lyon's Fault!
"Don't you understand?"
Looking at the perplexed directors below, the Faceless Man couldn't help but chuckle lightly. He then extended his hand and pointed in the direction of the Third-generation Director.
"The words of the Third-generation Director were not meant for you. They were intentionally spoken for me to hear."
"!!!"
Amidst the cleaners' expressions of shock and confusion, or their faces turning pale with realization, the Faceless Man smiled and explained,
"The Third-generation Director's words were a reminder to me. If I don't deal with you first and instead go directly to the mundane realm, I'll undoubtedly face certain death. He's trying to force me to fight you first... or perhaps, he's luring me into taking action."
After glancing at the Third-generation Director, who was stirring vigorously in the pot with a scowl on his face, the Faceless Man slowly retracted his smile, his expressionless face turning cold as he spoke,
"You may not know this several-thousand-year-old dead man, but I do. Back then, he nearly wiped out the True Gods of the four major and nine minor realms, and it wasn't just his brute strength that made it possible, but also his despicable and cunning nature."
"..."
Damn! This bastard has learned his lesson after dying once!
His plan was completely seen through, so the Third-generation Director had no choice but to stop stirring the pot. He then reached out and grabbed the two black demons, identical to the ones on the casket, from the Cancer Director's belly.
Handing the bubbling pot over to the two Invisible Devils, he signaled them to pursue Lyon and Edward, who had already left. The Third-generation Director couldn't help but furrow his brows and shouted at the directors who had turned to look at him,
"Why are you all staring at me? You cowards have been timid for so many years, how was I supposed to know you'd suddenly grow a spine this time?"
"..."
"Why are you still looking at me? Move it! Get going!"
...
"Pop!"
Accompanied by a light sound like a bursting bubble, Edward, who was about to reach the Gates of the Departed, couldn't help but pause slightly. He then lowered his head to glance at his chest.
The bubble left behind by the Pisces Director's use of Bubble Reflection Grotto, meant to ensure his and Lyon's survival, had just broken.
Watching the bubble rapidly lose its color and then disappear in the bone-chilling wind of the Netherworld, Edward closed his eyes, knowing that the Pisces Director was probably gone... No, it might not just be the Pisces Director.
Looking at Lyon's coffin, Edward noticed the golden footprints that had dimmed at some point, and the silver nails that had lost their luster. A strange surge of anger rose within him as he clenched his teeth.
Everything had been going well! The Executioners' Syndicate was severely weakened, the mundane realm was stable, and everything was on the right track. Damn it!
Although he knew that entering the Netherworld was a collective decision, not solely Lyon's fault, the sight of the now-faded footprints on the coffin stirred a heavy feeling of hatred in Edward's heart.
Would the outcome have been completely different if this bastard hadn't become a director and hadn't convinced the Taurus Directors to come to the Netherworld?
If we hadn't come to the Netherworld but had stayed in the mundane realm, would fewer people have died, even if the Netherworld had still launched an attack?
If... if I were just a little stronger, or if I had chosen a different primary combat abnormal object, would I have been able to stay where I belonged and not have to take on this damn escort mission?
Standing on the inside of the Gates of the Departed, Edward scowled and stood there for a few seconds, his mind filled with countless 'what ifs'. Unable to contain his anger, he lifted his right foot and stomped hard on Liang's coffin lid twice.
After venting his inexplicable rage, Edward, with a dark expression, extended his right hand and broke off the five fingers at the end of his left hand, one by one, and pushed these fingers, covered in countless threads, into the hearts of the five demons.
This meant that the Cancer Director, who controlled the God of the Belly Desire, no longer had the power to control these demons. At this moment, he had likely met the same fate as the other Directors and would never see the sun of the Mundane Realm again.
Damn it, Liang!
Biting off his right thumb, Edward roughly shoved it into the heart of the last demon, restraining the one that wanted to escape from the coffin. Then, he kicked the coffin again.
Since the first time I laid eyes on him, I knew this kid was no good!
Carrying the coffin with six struggling demons, Edward left through the Gates of the Departed and disappeared into the gray fog that separated life and death. With a scowl, he spat towards the distant coffin and then twisted his left hand, breaking it.
Holding his left hand, now missing five fingers, Edward went to one side of the Gates of the Departed and wedged it in. Sweating profusely, he went to the other side and did the same with his right hand, which was missing a thumb. In between the two gates, he pulled on the dense threads, dyeing them red.
What's worse than having to protect someone I hate is that bastard actually saved my life!
Gritting his teeth, Edward pressed his broken elbow against the threads and forced the sharp Soul Strings into his flesh, dyeing all the threads between the two gates red. Sensing the rapidly approaching aura of death, Edward's grim expression finally relaxed a little.
Not a single mistake, not a single miss, not a single hesitation, not a single change...
This time, I've repaid everything I owed you! We're even now!
...
"Hmm?"
Looking at the blood-red threads covering the Gates of the Departed, and the Scorpio Director staring at him from behind the threads, the six figures shrouded in black mist couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"You're not running away?"
"Heh."
I never intended to run!
And with my sacrifice of both palms, along with the seven-part blood barrier, even if you're strong... how could you possibly...?!
The six figures hidden in the black mist couldn't help but exclaim as they watched the threads in front of them being cut by the silver engraving knife, falling like red willow catkins.
The stance is quite grand, but the person is a bit... hmm?
Sensing something, the Engraver quickly retreated, wanting to avoid the sudden surge of danger. But it was too late, and his arm was kicked by a human foot, emitting a crisp sound of breaking bones!
(End of Chapter)
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