Chapter 990: Chapter 777: Hell on Earth
Soon, the tenth, the eleventh...
It was just a moment of bewilderment, and when Izumoto Renge came to her senses, there was only him and herself before her eyes.
Endless coldness surged from those pair of pitch-black eyes, swallowing her whole.
She suddenly realized that this mission might truly be a mistake.
Now, she was seated before an unwinnable gamble, unable to find any solution.
For a brief moment, she even wished to defy the constraints of the death pact and flee.
She had never anticipated such a development and outcome, nor faced such a terrifying opponent... all attacks could not even surprise him for a moment, maintaining a chilling calm and disdain throughout.
Step by step forward.
Toward the final enemy.
This might be the last mission of the Ship of Greed.
Izumoto Renge closed her eyes.
Upon reopening them, she had already set aside life and death—
At that moment, beneath the blooming peonies on her long robe, harsh and bizarre skeletons emerged.
The light flame of Source Burning ignited from her eyes, the alchemy matrix implanted deep in the soul activated, burning the Source Substance of all deceased and living.
Immediately, heaven and earth reversed, as if everything in the world rapidly shattered, spun, and recomposed, transforming the surrounding mist into a mystical illusion, swallowing everything.
In the daze, it seemed a majestic figure crowned with a halo rose from the earth’s fissures, revealing a solemn stance behind Izumoto Renge.
At the cost of collecting souls, the Ruler of the Abyss bestowed great power.
All corpses on the ground turned to ashes, yet the pale bone ashes converged into Izumoto’s hand, forming a peculiar curved sword scythe.
"I really shouldn’t have craved that bottle of good wine..."
Izumoto Renge softly muttered, slowly raising the sword scythe in her hand: "Come, Huaizhi-kun, let me experience the might of the Prince of Paradise!"
In that instant, radiance surged from the sword blade.
The Sword of Virtue erupted in a cry.
This illusionary world condensed burst forth, scorching light spreading in all directions.
The piercing collision sound accompanied the intertwining figures and erupted together.
At the moment they brushed past, Izumoto Renge’s movements stiffened in place, a fine crack appeared on her sword scythe and neck.
Then, as the bone sword in her hand crumbled, scarlet blood flowed from the wound.
She struggled to raise her fingers, touching her throat, gazing at the hint of blood red on her fingertip, couldn’t help but laugh: you’re really gentle, Huaizhi-kun... not even feeling pain.
Izumoto knelt to the ground.
With the last pillar’s collapse, the mystic ritual maintaining the seal disintegrated, mist swiftly dissipating and evaporating.
The silent world vanished without a trace.
Ruins, burning, rain, lamentations, blood and fire, everything returned anew.
Though everything was silent when they departed, now, before Huai Shi’s eyes, the streets had burned to ash, with only thick smoke rolling upwards.
He returned to this world filled with pain.
Behind Huai Shi, Izumoto Renge’s lips struggled to open and close, seemingly gazing at someone nonexistent, saying something inaudible.
Only beneath her, slowly spreading, in the blood, reflected a tender face.
Thus, using it as a medium, a phantom that should not exist here materialized before Huai Shi.
Standing before Huai Shi, together they watched everything burning before them.
Huai Shi frowned.
Was that... a child?
Black hair, black eyes, pale skin, seemed like a Roman, though staring at such a tragic scene, yet had a detached and cold smile on the face.
Seemed familiar.
The child who once had a brief encounter at the General’s residence appeared before Huai Shi again.
"Ah, you bloody soil, this noblest hero’s remains ever, forgive me for maneuvering with these butchers. May disaster befall the culprits who shed such precious blood!"
The child strolled upon the shattered street, seemingly on their own stage, facing countless spectators, opening arms, dramatically reciting Shakespeare’s immortal work:
"Your many wounds, like voiceless mouths, open their crimson lips, demanding my tongue to plead for them to the world; upon these wounds now I prophesy—curse shall fall upon people’s limb; brutal, cruel chaos shall throw here into chaos; bloodshed and ruin shall become a temporary vogue, people’s compassion shall completely extinguish due to habitual slaughter."
"Unleash the slaughter on the world, let the war hounds ravage everywhere!"
"For this vile crime, the earth shall be filled with groaning, pleading for burial’s corpses..."
The long monologue concluded in generous indignation, yet no applause followed.
Only Huai Shi watched with cold eyes.
The child turned back, examining his face, the smile remained: "To think the entire Ship of Greed must perish just to send my meme to you... seeing you is sure not easy, Huai Shi."
Huai Shi indifferently: "Sorry, I’m not interested in playing with children."
"...children?"
The child froze for a moment, expression turned peculiar immediately, unsure whether surprised or admiring, couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "In your eyes, I’m a child? Huai Shi, you really are a freak!"
