"Still don't understand?"
Seeing the bewildered expressions of the board mbers below, the Faceless Man couldn't help but chuckle softly, and then pointed toward the direction of the third-generation chief.
"What the third-generation said just now wasn't ant for you, but specifically spoken for ."
"?!!!"
Amid the stunned or visibly changed expressions of the Cleaners, the Faceless Man smiled and explained:
"The third-generation's words were a reminder to : if I don't deal with you first and instead head straight to the real world, I'll surely die even if I make it there. It's a way to force to fight with you first...or perhaps it's ant to lure into action."
After glancing at the third-generation old man stirring the pot aggressively with a gloomy face, the Faceless Man slowly withdrew his smile, and said coldly without expression:
"You may not be familiar with this dead man from thousands of years ago, but I am... Back then, he almost wiped out the True Gods across the thirteen worlds not only with brute force but also with his despicable and insidious nature."
"Although I don't know what's in that pot, given my understanding of your chief, approaching rashly would be a disastrous mistake!"
"..."
Damn it! That beast learned his lesson after dying once!
Having his plans thoroughly seen through, the third-generation old man had to stop stirring the pot with his spoon, and then, with a dark face, reached toward the stomach of the Cancer board mber, pulling down two identical black demonic figures.
After tossing the pot bubbling away to the two camouflage demons and signaling them to chase after the departing Leon and Edward, the third-generation old man couldn't help frowning and shouted toward the board mbers who were now all turning their heads:
"What are you staring at for? You punks kept your heads down for so many years, how should I know you suddenly got guts this ti?"
"..."
"Why are you still staring? Attack! Get him!"
...
"Pop!"
With a sound like a water bubble bursting, Edward, who was already close to the Gate of the Deceased, couldn't help but pause, and then glanced down at his chest.
The bubble left by Pisces Board mber using Bubble Shadow Cove for his and Leon's protection had just burst.
Watching the bubble lose color rapidly after bursting, finally disappearing in the biting cold wind of the Realm of the Dead, Edward closed his eyes briefly, knowing Pisces Board mber was likely no longer with them... No, perhaps not just Pisces Board mber.
Looking at Leon's coffin, noticing the golden footprints had dimd, along with the few silver pins that had lost their sheen, Edward couldn't help but feel a slight sting in his nose, an overwhelming urge to cry out loud.
The secret technique of the Zodiac has two modes: a permanent one, which remains even if the user dies, and a temporary one, which can be released at any ti or... automatically fails if the user is killed.
The board mbers will not return.
Deeply recognizing this fact, gazing at the coffin that seed to have given up struggling, no longer making any sound, Edward gritted his teeth, a strange rage flooding his heart unstoppable,
Everything was fine before! The Slaughter King Association was severely weakened, reality was mostly stable, everything was moving in the right direction, damn it!!!
Though understanding this journey into the Realm of the Dead was a decision made collectively and not Leon's fault alone, seeing those already dimd footprints on the coffin, Edward's heart couldn't control the surge of intense hatred.
If that bastard hadn't beco a board mber or convinced Taurus Pavilion to co to the Realm of the Dead, if everything had continued as before, everything might have turned out completely different?
If we hadn't co to the Realm of the Dead or stayed in reality, would it have been possible fewer people would die even if the Realm of the Dead still attacked?
If... If I had been a bit stronger, or chosen other major combat abnormal objects back then, could I have stayed where I was supposed to be and avoided this damn escort mission?
Standing inside the Gate of the Deceased, Edward lingered for a few seconds with a somber face, letting countless "ifs" float through his mind, and then couldn't help but lift his right foot and stomp hard twice on Leon's coffin lid.
After releasing the weird naless anger, Edward extended his right hand, broke off the five knuckles at the end of his left hand, and shoved these knuckles with countless threads one by one into the hearts of the five demons.
Sowhere along the way, these demons that were released from the Prison of Stomach God had already escaped their control and began to roar at him filled with hatred.
This ans the Cancer board mber controlling the Stomach God Lust no longer has the power to control these demons; at this mont he likely followed the path of other board mbers, walking towards death.
It's all because of Leon!
After biting off his right thumb, he forcefully shoved it into the heart of the last demon, holding down the demon trying to shake off the coffin, Edward couldn't help but kick Leon's coffin once more.
Since the first ti I laid eyes on him, I knew he was up to no good!
Controlling the six struggling demons, carrying Leon's coffin out of the Gate of the Deceased into the gray fog isolating life and death, a gloomy-faced Edward spat towards the distant coffin, then forcefully snapped his left hand.
Carrying his hand missing five fingers, he placed it at one side of the Gate of the Deceased, sweating profusely, Edward proceeded to the other side, slotting his right hand missing a thumb into place, pulling tight lines filled with thread between the two gates.
What's more sickening than having to protect soone you despise, is that guy saved your life!
Grinding his teeth, pressing his broken elbow against the thread, Edward pushed the sharp Control Thread into his flesh, dyeing the lines strung between the gates red, feeling the approaching death from afar, Edward's grating expression finally eased sowhat.
I have repaid everything I owed you!
...
"Hmm?"
Witnessing the blood-red threads stretching throughout the Gate of the Deceased, as well as the Scorpio chief glaring from behind, six vague figures shrouded in dark fog could not help but utter a surprised sound.
"You're not running?"
"Heh."
Facing the puzzled inquiry of the Six-faced Elephant Deer, the Scorpio chief, face pale as death, coldly laughed, lifted his right foot without a shoe, and stepped onto the thread sealing the Gate of the Deceased completely, causing these sharp threads to cut his footsole, once again dyed with a dark blood color.
I never intended to run!
Moreover, facing my sacrifice of two palms, using seventy percent of the blood to set up a blockage, no matter how strong you are... How is it possible?!
Taking out a silver carving knife to slice hard, witnessing the threads before him swiftly severed, fluttering down like red willow catkins, the six figures hidden within the dark fog shook their heads unanimously.
The posture looks hefty, but the person really isn't... hmm?
Vaguely sensing sothing, the carving craftsman who severed the thread suddenly stepped back, attempting to dodge the inexplicable approaching sense of danger, but ultimately slowed by half a beat, his arm was kicked squarely by a suddenly extended human right foot, resulting in a crisp sound of bone breaking!
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