Chapter 601
Salis understood clearly that the person before her possessed unimaginable power. She had been cast aside by the realm of death, and staying here would only lead to her demise. It was better to leave with this deity...
The friendliness of the God of the Dead Stars within the Abyss felt more like an accident. In this chaotic era where deities competed for followers and sources of faith, sentient beings were merely the sacrificial lambs providing belief...
Just like the Ascender who contained the Abyss, they could, with a mere thought, nurture all life within it and destroy it at will.
Unlike the religions of later generations that preached salvation from the gods, here, the "gods" were genuinely harvesting faith to become true deities.
Undoubtedly, this was a brutal and chaotic world where human life was as insignificant as grass. Yet for the extraordinary, it was a marvelous realm.
Without the constraints of various organizations and rules from reality, they could recklessly take lives in this savage world, conducting "experiments."
It was almost like a simulation of the Abyss, except that in the simulation, no one would be harmed after it ended. The ancient gods did what even the simulation dared not, and even more crazily.
“Da-da, go bring out the ‘Flying Wings’ and ‘Red Eyes’,” Remedice commanded Salda to lead out the two-headed lions.
“Got it.”
As Salda crossed over to Shaer and headed toward the door, the familiar sound of iron chains clanging echoed once more at the entrance.
The fourth-tier Transcender from earlier stood blocking the way.
Her gaze pierced through the iron mask, locking onto Remedice, who stood before Shaer.
“The Eternal Celebration of Lord Death’s Omen has not yet begun,” the woman rasped, continuing to stare at Remedice. “Please wait inside the inn... Lord Death’s Omen has agreed to move the celebration forward.”
“Sorry, but we don’t have time to attend the Death Celebration right now,” Remedice replied with a smile, looking at the woman blocking the door. “Please tell Him we need to leave.”
“Please wait inside the inn,” the woman repeated, not answering Remedice’s question, sounding like an emotionless machine.
Salda turned back to exchange a glance with Remedice.
They both understood that while arriving here was easy, leaving would likely be quite difficult.
Shaer had remained silent, not uttering a word throughout.
Though she had gained combat experience in the Abyss, she was still out of her depth in a battle at the Ascender level, possessing only a wealth of escape experience.
“Tell him,” Remedice said, narrowing her eyes slightly, a smile on her face as she spoke deliberately, “we need to leave. Now.”
The undead blocking the door, the shadows of chains on her body and the folds of her clothing grew increasingly dense, soon filled with a deep blackness.
The black shadow surged from the woman like thick oil, igniting the ground beneath her feet in dark flames.
“If you don’t want to move, then let him come to us.”
Clang—
The flowing black shadows solidified rapidly, binding the undead at the door completely like chains!
In the pool of burning black flames on the ground, something seemed to be boiling.
Buzz—
A spiritual alarm flashed in Shaer’s mind. In her vision, the shadow flames on the ground appeared to be illuminated by a bright light, stretching outward to an incredibly wide distance, nearly covering all the buildings behind the undead.
Boom—
A massive, terrifying Dark Worm emerged from the boiling black shadow, soaring like a giant whale breaching the surface of the sea, the black phantom carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression as it lunged toward the buildings behind.
Once the Dark Worm landed, countless structures would collapse, and the madness and fear it carried would tear apart the faith of all undead, driving them to madness...
But at that moment, the Dark Worm hovered in mid-air, refusing to descend.
Before it, a headless figure blocked its path.
Through the semi-ethereal black body of the Dark Worm, Shaer saw that figure... In her eyes, it seemed as if the figure was shrouded in a mosaic. Just a second of gazing caused her pupils to switch to the mode of activating the pocket watch.
Frantic whispers surged in Shaer’s mind, and this time she understood what they were saying...
It was the second set of pronunciations of the Mourning Tongue, akin to the sharp sounds the man in the dungeon made when he saw Shaer’s flesh.
*Leave*
*Death*
*Celebration*
These words swirled chaotically in Shaer’s mind, yet they were enough for her to grasp their meaning precisely.
As if receiving some message from Remedice, the Dark Worm’s form flickered, shrinking continuously until it became a floating, robed phantom. In the next flicker, it appeared beside Shaer, shielding her behind.
Remedice looked at the figure in mid-air, and at that moment, she finally understood the intention behind their being left behind.
“(Spirit Language) You’re going mad, Death’s Omen,” Remedice said, gazing up at the distorted figure. “I can’t help you.”
*You*
*Can*
*I know*
The chaotic voices echoed in her mind again, reminding Shaer of the first time she communicated with the Dark Worm, which spoke in a similar manner.
“You were once in the Tower; you know what to do.” Remedice spoke slowly. “The ‘Seed’ has already merged with you for the most part; only death can bring release…”
*I am*
*Eternal*
*Undying*
*God*
The God of Death, Death’s Omen, seemed to have fallen into a state of extreme madness. Under this influence, even its follower—the woman at the door—was in agony, raising her hands to clutch her head.
“Your path is blocked,” Remedice’s words rang like a death sentence, calming the previously distorted Death’s Omen.
*I found*
*The method*
In Shaer’s eyes, the twisted Death’s Omen slowly opened its tentacle-like arms, and behind it, a massive, distorted door began to descend from the air.
A miraculous spectacle unfolded, and nearly all the undead knelt toward the door, fervently praying to the deity in the sky.
The nearly hundred-meter-high Door of Death slowly opened before Shaer. As the twisted black door creaked open inch by inch, the howling in Shaer’s mind began to boil over.
Everything displayed within, Shaer had heard from Salis—this was the so-called Door of Eternal Life, the place where undead were sent after turning thirty.
Countless stitched-together monsters dragged in the undead being sent inside, tossing them directly into a massive, intricately patterned mortar at the center.
A giant hammer fell from the sky, and the countless crushed blood and flesh flowed out through the holes in the mortar, filling the semi-circular vessel below.
*Accumulate*
*Devour*
*Enough*
*Energy*
“The power of the Seed doesn’t just appear out of thin air, Death’s Omen,” Remedice said after a moment of silence.
“You’re endlessly cycling through your own flesh and blood; it’s meaningless.”
Shaer tilted her head slightly, surprised to glance at Remedice.
It seemed Remedice was deliberately trying to provoke Death’s Omen...
“You created this twisted realm of death with your own hands,” Remedice said expressionlessly. “Don’t expect the Tower to intervene.”
*My*
*Formula*
*Is correct*
Death’s Omen’s voice began to distort, as if it had fallen into a state of extreme rage.
Within the Door of Death, all the stored flesh and blood corpses, mixed with countless potions, soared into the air, rapidly converging and compressing.
“Salda.” Remedice slowly spoke, directly calling Salda’s name.
Salda seemed to understand something, quickly bursting out of the inn and running straight toward the two-headed lions, leading them out.
In the next moment, Remedice slowly raised her hands, and the shadows beneath everyone’s feet instantly turned to nothingness.
Shaer felt as if she had stepped into empty space, plunging into a pitch-black realm. But just a second later, the dark curtain was torn apart, and Shaer emerged from the shadow of a tree.
She suddenly looked up, gazing toward a certain direction, where a terrifying power was gathering in the nearby city...
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