Chapter 910: Execution
Chapter 910: Execution
What did the Third Generation Commissioner leave behind... that abnormal object that could threaten me?
Lyon pulled out a crimson firearm from the big pot, crafted from dozens of twisted divine corpses, their faces still moving slowly as if they hadn't died, bearing the expressions of True Gods filled with thick resentment and unwillingness.
The Faceless Man felt an eerie chill seize his limbs and bones. Even when he had struggled in the Frozen Coffin River, being eroded by the purest death, the chill he felt then couldn't compare to the terror of the long gun before him.
He was going to die... to be terminated!
Like a rabbit encountering a hunting dog, or a gazelle sensing a predator, a strange sense of enlightenment, accompanied by fear, instantly dominated the thoughts of the Hexa-Cheeked Stag. Even the eight Dead Realm Masters he had assimilated or devoured began to tremble uncontrollably.
Even though he was just one step away from returning to the mundane realm, and could fulfill his life's desire by defeating the God of Food and returning to a world full of life, a deep intuition from the depths of his soul warned him that if he took another step forward, everything he had achieved so far would be completely erased.
Run! He must run!
After realizing this was the only way to survive, the Hexa-Cheeked Stag instantly reached a consensus with all the Dead Realm Masters within him. The remaining four bodies turned and fled without daring to look back.
However, Lyon, fully prepared, had already assumed the standard shooting stance, holding the long gun, which embodied half of the Executioners' Syndicate's essence, on his shoulder.
"Swish!"
Accompanied by a strange sound like the unfolding of a cloth, a dark carpet stained with blood unfurled across the pale ground of the Dead Realm, like the shadow of some enormous being, and in an instant, it reached the feet of the fleeing Hexa-Cheeked Stag.
The four remaining bodies of the Hexa-Cheeked Stag felt as if the world had suddenly started to rapidly retreat. The bodies that had run an unknown distance were forcibly pulled back by the dark red carpet and reappeared at their original positions.
Even more terrifying, several seemingly fragile ropes with irresistible force bound their limbs, forcibly tying their struggling bodies to a stake covered in bloodstains and unknown yellow and white stains...
The execution of the dead was about to begin.
Lyon glanced at the Faceless Man, whose eyes were filled with despair, then slightly adjusted the gun's aim towards his forehead. Withstanding the pain that almost blew his head apart, he pulled the trigger with his withered finger.
As Lyon's finger touched the trigger, the overwhelming fullness in his soul instantly diminished by half, transforming into a nail imbued with the aura of death. It silently lodged itself in the barrel, then vanished in the sound of the trigger's action!
"Bang!!!"
The Scorpio Commissioner looked on, extremely shocked. The Faceless Man's forehead burst open, and an unimaginably dense aura of death erupted from the back of his head, spraying a large patch of black ice crystals onto the blood-soaked carpet.
But what shocked him even more was that after being shot in the head by Lyon, the Faceless Man, tied to the stake, didn't die. Instead, he seemed to have squeezed out the 'water' like a dry sponge, emitting a strange aura that Lyon was very familiar with...
It was the scent of the living!
Am I... alive?
I'm alive!
With eyes full of bewilderment and shock, he looked at his body, no longer cold but regaining warmth. The Faceless Man instantly understood the effect of the firearm.
The power to make the dead stand at the pinnacle of death, it made him feel genuine fear from the depths of his soul, and instinctively, he knew that the only thing that could 'defeat' this was life itself! This gun could bring the dead back to life...
Bang!
Loading a real nail into the gun, Lyon fired at the Faceless Man's head without a second thought. He didn't even glance at the corpse, which now wore an expression of ecstatic joy, but instead, he swiftly turned the gun towards the Engraver, who was bound beside the Faceless Man.
"No!"
Understanding Lyon's intention, the Hexa-Cheeked Beasts, who had just shown their joy, now revealed unparalleled fear in their eyes.
The Anomaly created by the Third Generation Director had an effect that wasn't meant to kill Lyon directly. Instead, it aimed to eradicate 'Death' itself, expelling it from the bodies of the dead!
After completely 'killing' himself and transforming into a living being, Lyon, now devoid of the Authority of Death, would become an ordinary person. And at the moment of his rebirth, Shi Shen would seize the opportunity to kill him anew!
"You can't do this to me!!!"
Staring down the gun aimed at him, Lyon's thoughts diluted, and he regained most of his sanity. He couldn't help but struggle frantically, his eyes widening in rage as he roared:
"If you could do this, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known, I could have..."
Bang! Bang!
One shot to give life, one to take it away. Lyon fired in quick succession, sending the terrified Engraver to his end. He breathed a long sigh of relief, then, expressionless, turned the gun towards the Mask Master beside the Engraver's body.
Don't bother screaming, it's impossible.
No mistakes in their complete, well-kept plan!
This Anomaly, crafted by the Old Man in conjunction with Lyon's ability, had the effect of 'shooting out' death, but it required 'ammunition'. The swallowed Pillar Deity became the bullet, perfectly capable of capturing and 'killing' a Pillar Deity Level Dead.
The ammunition for these two shots was you yourself. The others in the Dead Realm had to exhaust all their strength to kill your two clones, giving me the chance to swallow these two 'bullets'!
As for communicating with you beforehand, that was even more impossible. Aside from whether you'd be willing to give up your power and eternal life, being resurrected as a human with only a century to live, you already had the upper hand. There was no way you'd accept such a 'half-measure' proposal.
Moreover, you and all the Dead Realm Lords you've assimilated owe the Purge Bureau, and all of humanity, a blood debt. And blood debts can only be repaid with blood!
Click!
As the Three-Headed Hound devoured the Dead Engraver and the Faceless Man, licking clean the black ice crystals that had been shot out on the execution platform, a new black nail appeared in the barrel. Lyon's finger tightened on the trigger once more.
"Farewell."
(End of Chapter)
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