Chapter 2087 - 557: Black Death God (Part 2)

Seeing this action, a spark of hope ignited in Shrek's eyes. He struggled to wriggle his body like a worm, his face plastered with an extremely obsequious smile.

"Master! Great master! Look, I've told you everything I know, I am still useful to you! I can show you the way, I can help you identify Mork's lair! Even if it's being a guard dog, I'm more obedient than other rats!"

Luo Yan looked down at him, a playful curve tugging at his lips.

"What do I need a rat for?"

To the north is Twilight Province, the south is Campbell Duchy, the west is Hell Dwarves, the east is real Dwarves... Everywhere you look, they're all my people.

What's the use of keeping you as a buffer?

Shrek's smile instantly froze, as if a mask cracked by frost.

Immediately, it was the despair and hysteria of being toyed with.

"You are breaking your promise! You said as long as I confessed then—"

"I would spare you from a fate worse than death," Luo Yan said indifferently, turning to walk toward the cave entrance, "But I never said I wouldn't kill you."

As for now?

You said yourself you'd break your word.

Luo Yan didn't even turn back, he merely waved lightly at the shadow in the corner.

"Alakdo, it's yours."

The shadow in the corner wriggled, and a gigantic Earth Cave Spider slowly crawled out.

Its eight compound eyes flickered with a cruel gleam, its drooling mouthparts opened and closed, emitting a chilling click—

It's feeding time!

"No! Stay away—"

Shrek's scream had just left his throat when it was sealed shut by a blob of stinky venom.

Then came the crisp sound of teeth cutting through bone, and the tearing of flesh.

Despite possessing Gold Level power, the bound Shrek could only watch as that bloody maw advanced toward him.

The echo in the cave persisted for just a few seconds, then fell silent.

This Ratman warlord who once dominated the Underworld, terrifying countless rats and mountain folk, met his end so unceremoniously in this damp cave, becoming nourishment for General Alakdo.

Compared to what he had done, this way of dying was somewhat lenient.

"Lord Demon King, don't we need to keep someone as a witness?" Youyou, who floated beside Luo Yan, asked softly, watching Alakdo devour with gusto.

Luo Yan calmly replied in his heart.

'No need.'

Witnesses are fine.

Should we report to the police?

This is fundamentally different from dealing with Elder Zakeruo; the Holy Water behind him involves not just one family, but several families.

Luo Yan examined the iron can in his hand, the intricate runes shimmering with cold light under the Magic Light, like a silent lament.

Behind "Soul Shatterer" Mork stands the Academic State, and who knows who stands behind the Academic State.

Anyway, let's settle Ryan Kingdom first.

"Lord Demon King."

Qianqian leaned in, curiously staring at the can, "Does it really contain the souls of ten thousand humans?"

Just looking at the exterior, you can't tell at all.

"Not souls."

Luo Yan's finger brushed over the cold metal surface, feeling the restless energy within, he spoke thoughtfully.

"To be precise, it's filtered spiritual essence."

Qianqian blinked.

"What is that?"

"Simply put, it's the trace of a person's existence in this world."

People they loved, things they hated, memories that can't be let go, regrets before death, and... the corresponding karma.

Or, it can also be called "personality."

For those who don't care, it's light as a feather. But for those who care, it's heavier than the entire universe combined.

If Holy Water is "liquid god," then this stuff is "liquid abyss."

Even Demigods might not withstand a few drops.

Luo Yan couldn't help but ponder.

Perhaps he should discuss this with Taufu...

...

Night turned to dawn.

The next day's sunrise climbed over the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, rising from the east of Cold Crow City.

Citizens pushing open their windows and stretching their arms, gazed at the distant dawn.

They would never know who watched over their dreams last night, nor how many filthy things turned to ash before dawn.

Outside the city, the Refugee Camp showed another scene.

Vivian, busy all night, changed into a nun's habit, gracefully walked in the morning light of dawn, inspecting her domain.

Last night, the front lines delivered many rescued survivors, mixed with some wounded the Priests couldn't handle.

They were mainly injured by the Ratmen's poison gas, some had lung infections, and others had sores on their bodies, looking very miserable.

However, these minor issues posed no challenge to Lady Vivian.

Her mentor, Professor Aidonia, was the most adept at poison crafting and antidote making in Hell, even if faced with problems the Blood Race Knights couldn't solve, she could send a letter to Demon City and settle it.

For the profoundly mysterious Vivian, there's no limit just to pocket money; it's a special treatment even the Blood Race of Colin Duchy hasn't enjoyed.

Lucky for these humans.

In short, under the care of those bizarre doctors from the "Saint Colin Hospital Knight Order," almost all the survivors sent here have escaped death.

Many have even regained the ability to walk.

And without exception, all these people are filled with gratitude for Prince Colin and Prince Colin's sister.