Chapter 909: The Big Pot
Chapter 909: The Big Pot
...How are you here?
Scorpio, the Bureau Chief, stared wide-eyed at Lyon, who had suddenly appeared and kicked the Engraver's arm, breaking it.
"I thought I sent you away..."
"You sent an empty casket."
After glancing at the disheveled Scorpio, Lyon pointed at his chest and explained rapidly, "I just disturbed your Heart Lake, making you kick and loosen the sealed casket, and from inside..."
His right foot, planted on the ground, suddenly lifted, avoiding the muddy hand reaching from below. Lyon then fixed his gaze on the six figures within the Gates of the Departed, obscured by black mist, and spoke expressionlessly:
"So, you're resorting to sneak attacks... Does that mean you're not confident of defeating me? From the looks of it, your condition doesn't seem as good as it appears."
"Indeed, it's not good."
"You people from the Purge Bureau have indeed caused me quite some trouble."
The most tragic was the Death Priest, perpetually wrapped in burial cloth, seemingly clutched by an invisible giant hand. Its flesh and bones were crushed into a ball, transforming it into an unrecognizable mass of bloody flesh and meat, with blood and gore continuously oozing out.
The iconic raven eyes of Raven-Eyed Granny had been gouged out, replaced by countless infant-sized cracks across her body. Icy eyes were opening from these cracks, filled with malice, staring at the surrounding world.
Although the Master of Masks and the Yellow Earthworm of River Excavation were still 'alive', one was covered in devilish ants, with the sound of teeth scraping against flesh filling its ears, while the other was split in half, its lower body completely hollowed out, leaving only a shriveled worm skin.
"So, will you step aside?"
After displaying his condition, the Faceless Man, whose face was sealed by a bronze mask, looked at Lyon across the mask and calmly proposed:
"I'm heavily injured now, almost two-thirds dead by your hands. But as long as I remain in the Netherworld, these shattered parts won't truly die. I can recover within the time it takes for the sun to rise and set.
If you open the Gates of the Departed and let me return to the Mundane Realm, with just a tiny sacrifice, you can cut off the support from the Netherworld and get the chance to eliminate me thoroughly... What's your decision?"
What decision can I make? I have no choice.
You're using my own weapon against me?
Seeing the familiar small dagger in Lyon's hand, the Faceless Man couldn't help but chuckle, temporarily lowering his guard. He was about to summon the Engraver, who possessed the 'Carving' ability, to reclaim the lost part of his power, but...
'Actually... dying like this doesn't seem so bad.'
"?!?!?!"
However, Lyon's attack was not aimed at the Engraver from the start, and he didn't even launch any offensive move. It was just a simple gesture, and now the real assault was about to begin.
"Stop!"
Realizing the strange sensation of tearing in his soul and the problematic nature of Lyon's kick, the Faceless Man couldn't help but roar in anger. Ignoring the discomfort, he forcefully unified the will of the six bodies using sheer power.
At the Faceless Man's command, the three Dead Realm Masters swallowed by the Three-Headed Black Hound immediately struggled with all their might. The dog head that had swallowed the Yellow Earthworm of River Excavation whimpered in pain twice before bursting open, spitting out the worm that was halfway down its throat.
However, the remaining Dead Priest and Raven-Eyed Granny had already "died" in their fight against the Purgers. They barely struggled before being forcefully subdued by Lyon, who was as pale as paper, and swallowed whole.
[Through despicable ambushes and schemes, you successfully disrupted the soul of the Hexa-faced Stag and cruelly devoured two of its clones.]
[You have currently devoured 5 True Gods of the Dead Realm, specifically 'Guardian Death Hound' and 'Crying Doll'...]
[Detection: The two devoured clones each contain the power of another Dead Realm True God. Devoured count updated, currently at 7.]
Remaining un-devoured Dead Realm True Gods: 8, specifically 'Engraver', 'Faceless Man', 'Yellow Earthworm', 'Master of Masks', 'Old Man with the Lantern'...
[Upon devouring all Dead Realm True Gods, your hidden Golden Grade Emblem 'Voracious God of Food' will evolve into a Hidden Chromatic Emblem 'I Am the End of Death'. Current progress: 7/15]
...
No mistakes in their well-kept, complete...[unclear phrase]!
How could this be?!
Ignoring the pain of the two devoured clones, the Faceless Man, after retrieving the will from the Engraver's body, felt a sense of calm, tranquility, and even a hint of liberation in the Engraver's thoughts. A strange chill ran up his spine, making his heart shudder.
As the only Dead Realm Master who had reached death and successfully "transcended" it, his will was so powerful that even death couldn't erase it. Yet, with just a gentle kick from the God of Food, his fate was utterly reversed!
"What have you done?!"
Staring at Lyon, whose face was as white as paper, the Faceless Man asked in disbelief while trying to cleanse the Engraver's polluted mind, "Can you forcibly alter the will of the dead? Was that kick just now the Abnormal Object forged by the Third Generation Commissioner?"
"Hehe."
After a moment of silence, Lyon responded to the Hexa-faced Stag's question with a crooked smile, and then he vomited out a large amount of soul fragments.
Despite possessing a collection of peculiar emblems, Lyon, with only 59 Infection Value and no access to the heart lake of millions of dead, was still a 'Pseudo' Deity. Although Raven-Eyed Granny and Dead Priest had been 'killed', their souls remained of genuine Pillar Deity Level quality.
In a situation where his soul was already missing a quarter, forcibly swallowing the souls of two Pillar Gods was an extremely dangerous act. Lyon's soul was stretched to its limit, filled with cracks.
If only it had come a bit slower... I could have spent more time in the coffin, repairing my missing soul. Maybe I could have been in better shape and not nearly burst myself.
Lyon sighed regretfully, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then, to the Faceless Man's widened eyes, he took out a large pot, familiar to both of them, and slammed it to the ground.
"That kick was my ability."
Leaning against the pot's edge to catch his breath, Lyon reached into the Third Generation Elder's Eternal Soup Pot and said expressionlessly:
"This is what he left for me."
(End of Chapter)
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