Chapter 2091 - 558: That's a Good Question—I'll Tell You Once I've Figured It Out_2

Vivian's face gradually turned pale.

She glanced fearfully at her brother who nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at the "pawn" diligently helping around the camp not far away, her lips trembling.

By Bayele above, what blasphemy is this!

My dear brother, for the sake of his ambition, intends to make... make Vivian sacrifice herself?!

Such a thing...

Seeing Vivian's expression suddenly turn solemn and heroic, Luo Yan frowned slightly in confusion.

"Are you okay? If it's really not possible, just forget it..."

His original intention was to eliminate the barrier, or misunderstanding, between them, and he really didn't want Vivian to wrong herself.

"Do-o-o it!"

"...?"

"I will try my best!"

Luo Yan looked strangely at Vivian, who nearly bit her tongue from excessive force, but ultimately said nothing, patting her head encouragingly.

"Yes, good luck... but don't push yourself, it's not a mission, just... a suggestion."

To be on the safe side, he added a line at the end.

Although Vivian's reaction seemed a bit off, considering her mind had always been skewed, he chose to trust her for now.

Watching "Sister" wobble away, a milky-white ghost silently appeared beside Luo Yan.

Tilting its translucent head, Youyou quietly asked.

"Lord Demon King, speaking of which, Youyou has always wanted to ask you... what exactly is the big chess you mentioned? Why hasn't Youyou seen through it despite following you for so long?"

There was no need for courtesy with his divine essence, Luo Yan replied casually.

'That's a good question, I'll tell you when I figure it out.'

Youyou: "???"

...

In the Blood and Flesh Royal Court, sharp roars reverberated through the bloody hall, shaking the skull chandelier overhead.

"Dead? All dead? Damn! How could this happen!"

Mork the "Soul Shatterer" was never so panicked; he never expected that the Tomb Guardian's so-called "acting seriously" would be to slam his forehead into the wall.

Good.

Now it's not just Merlin whose head is smashed into pieces; even his lackey Shrek is dead somewhere in a corner.

Originally, hearing that Shrek was captured by Merlin, he had a sliver of hope, thinking that maybe the mice at Burial Peak could still hold on.

Now, his heart is filled only with panic.

"Edgar! Where's your plan? Your assurance? Is this what you meant by 'can be expected'??"

Professor Edgar Kaufman stood by the firepit, the flickering flames illuminating his gloomy and changeable face like shining on a corpse.

He ignored the hysterical roar from that fat rat, showing no change in facial expression, yet the fingers trembling slightly in the sleeves betrayed his inner fear.

Merlin is dead...

That ruthless "Tomb Guardian" Executor has vanished silently outside Cold Crow City's forest!

Remembering that night's encounter with Professor Colin, Edgar shudders with fear, thankful his true self wasn't there.

Otherwise—

His fate probably wouldn't fare much better than Merlin's.

Colin Roxey...

Edgar clenched his fists tightly, wishing to chew and swallow that name.

However, besides cursing Colin, he was more worried about another matter—the secrets hidden on Merlin.

The newborn production of pure soul quality was the laboratory's latest technology; previously, the Holy Water was derived from repeatedly "distilling" the souls of adult Ryan people.

During the purification process of the "raw material" obtained through the Blood and Flesh Grinding Plate, a lot of waste known as "Spiritual Essence" was produced.

Previously, they left that stuff in the sunlight to naturally dissolve, but Merlin suddenly proposed to collect it and make weapons.

It was an exceptionally innovative invention.

Honestly, Edgar didn't agree with doing so.

This stuff, although powerful and capable of contaminating the souls of Transcendent beings, is not easily acquired.

That marrow-chilling coldness could be felt even from a distance, much less closer to smell it.

After all, it's not like poison on arrows; only by voluntarily drinking it will one be subjected to the spiritual backlash. Even if used for poisoning, probably only Lower Transcendent beings and Mortals might get targeted.

But if talked about targeting Lower Transcendent beings and regular people, would this stuff be necessary? Just chanting curses would suffice, right?

Unless, that guy planned to indiscriminately kill tens of thousands in one go, disguising it as a sudden mass psychosis.

Then indeed, it could accomplish that.

Edgar could only hope Merlin didn't carry that stuff with him, preferably forgotten in some cave.

If it fell into Colin's hands...

Regardless of whether his boss survives or not, he's dead meat!

"Speak up! Edgar! You damn mage, I knew not a word from you humans is true!"

Seeing Edgar ignoring him, Mork leapt off the throne. That stench-emitting mouth almost stuck to Edgar's nose, spitting saliva everywhere.

"Don't think you can wash your hands of this! If the Rot Clan ends, you won't have a good time either! I'll expose all the dirty deeds you've done! We'll all die together! None of us will live!"

Same old threats.

Edgar frowned in disgust, stepping back slightly, avoiding the suffocating stench.