Chapter 48

Until the last golden ball dissipated reluctantly.

The Dead River returned to silence again, with only the surging tide echoing in the abyss.

Finally, the belated roar of the giants was heard.

At the same time, the sound of huge weapons crashing to the ground could be heard from all over the battlefield. The "ding-ling-clang" sound caused the earth to tremble continuously. "No, it's impossible..."

"Is King Shura really dead?" This was also the question from the rebels who were in disbelief.

Only that guiding golden light remained on the dead river, and there was no other figure.

No matter how powerful a being is, it is but a drop in the ocean to the Dead River, sinking incredibly quickly. This once again proves that the God of Guidance, who can freely soar above the Dead River, is indeed the most special existence in the Southern Territory, one of a kind.

"We won!?" After repeated confirmation, everyone was shocked and delighted.

“We won—!!”

After the sudden emptiness, ecstasy and excitement surged into people's hearts like a tsunami, and the people on the banks of the Dead River shouted, as if they were happy and sad!

"How many years have passed! How many years have passed! I thought I would never see this moment!"

“Our fallen compatriots may rest in peace…”

"The Southern Territory is now liberated, right? I can now run freely in the Southern Territory without the rope on my back, right?"

They were not worried about the giants who were still alive.

Not to mention that they had survived until now, many of them had died, and the Shuras had also suffered heavy casualties. More importantly, for a race, the king was their spiritual pillar.

The death of King Shura meant that most giants had lost their fighting spirit, unless they could immediately choose a new king.

But as it stands now, the Giants clearly have no such plans.

“Bang, bang, bang!” The familiar green-horned giant staggered to the riverside, staring at the surging river water.

Shi Guang led a group of fairies to fly to Lu Mi's side. The death of King Shura temporarily extinguished the poisonous fire in their chests, and now they just looked at him vigilantly.

Then, the green-horned giant just looked up at them once - it was difficult to describe the emotion in that look.

The irritable giant was surprisingly calm at this moment. He didn't specify the reason, but everyone knew he was talking to Lu Mi: "I won't hate you, but it wasn't you who brought death upon the king. The king chose this ending himself!"

After saying that, the green-horned giant jumped directly into the dead river.

Lu Mi's eyes moved slightly, and when Shi Guang looked at him hurriedly, he shook his head lightly, "Let him be."

Except for the blue-horned giant who vowed to follow King Shura to the death, the remaining giants, led by the black-horned giant, unloaded their weapons and came to Lu Mi.

This black-horned giant seemed to be the leader they had temporarily elected. Lu Mi only took one look at him and knew that the wounds were left by Kano.

It can be seen that Qianfeng's demon did not hold back at all. If it weren't for the thick skin and flesh of the Shuras, the Black Horned Giant would never be able to move just barely now.

While the other giants were still in despair, the wounded Black Horned Giant said, "You win. Shura City and us are at your disposal."

The demons also gathered around Lu Mi. They participated in the war according to Lu Mi's expectations, but they did not care about anything other than the results, nor did they care about the fate of these giants.

So Lu Mi chose to hand the giants over to the fairy race.

Shi Guang repeatedly confirmed that Lu Mi had really given him the right to choose. He couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart. Then he took a deep breath and said without hesitation: "Take them away and lock them up first."

The giant ship originally built for the Shuras finally welcomed its "masters." However, the giants' first true arrival on board was as prisoners, and the alien species that had once been prisoners became their escorts, as if fate had played a huge joke.

"You seem a little surprised." After the giants left the sight, Shi Guang regained his pale but beautiful smile and looked at Lu Mi affectionately.

"I thought you would use... a more cruel method." Lu Mi said calmly.

"Although I do want to, wouldn't that prove that what they've been doing all along is correct?" Shi Guang said softly. "The Shura race—since their king—have practiced the motto 'the victor lives, the weak die.' Therefore, enslaving us, the weak, is only natural. Until just now, they didn't think their past massacres were wrong."

Lu Mi's mind was slightly moved, and he heard Shi Guang continue: "So I want them to live, to see with their own eyes the Southern Region that you rule—"

The fairy with golden and silver eyes stared at him as if on a pilgrimage, a strange light shining in their eyes.

"That would be a completely different world. I think comparing you to the Shura King is an insult to you, so I'd rather call it a faith-shattering event."

Before Lu Mi could speak, Sai'ao glanced at the fairy with interest and said, "It suits my taste."

Under Lu Mi's rule, weak creatures could survive well, no doubt about that. Even giants would be reduced to being "weak," becoming one of those who survived under the protection of this rule.

Do you feel humiliated? Do you feel unwilling? Do you think it's charity? Or do you suddenly realize that your past beliefs were completely wrong?

No matter which one it is, they are destined to go through a torturous psychological struggle, face up to the karma they committed in the past and spend the rest of their lives to atone for their sins.

And at that time, how would they feel when the fairy species appeared before them again?

I have to say, Shi Guang's move of "first correcting the bad guy's three views, and then showing him the crimes he committed in the past" - well... I'm already looking forward to it.

Lu Mi looked at the eager elves and said nothing. However, he felt that there was one point he needed to emphasize, "I don't want to rule the South..."

Who remembers that he was originally just there to prevent the giants from invading the world? This is work!

However, before he could finish his words, the rebels and a group of rescued aliens had already walked to the riverside in groups of three or four, supporting each other.

They looked up at the golden spot surrounded by stars, their faces filled with excitement, unable to suppress it. "Extradition God, Shura City, come this way—"

Everyone made way for a clear path, eagerly offering themselves, "We can lead the way for you!"

Shura City, oh yes, there is also Shura City. When the war begins, casually declare war and show off your determination (×).

"Although the Shuras have come out in full force for this battle, perhaps some of them are still staying in the royal city." Shi Guang spoke at the right time.

That is also a safety hazard.

So Lu Mi, surrounded by a group of people, flew towards Shura City.

—I don't know why, but it suddenly feels like a dynasty being defeated and the new regime going to the capital of the previous dynasty to plunder the spoils? Ah, he's so calm and at ease... Never mind, that kind of thing has never happened before. (Self-deprecation)

In Lu Mi's trance, the Shura King City was already right in front of him.

The city, originally built for giants, was naturally enormous. They were like a group of ants that had strayed into a world-class library. The patterns on the ancient, towering domes of the buildings were only vaguely discernible from the distance.

The reason why this place looks like a "library" is because of the tall bookshelves.

"In the past, King Shura, in his quest to find the God of Transmigration, became deeply interested in various legends and documents. He once conducted a large-scale search throughout the Southern Region for stone tablets and documents containing records. Later, his search also included information on the other three regions beyond the Dead River. I believe this was preparation for future conquests."

The leader of the resistance army was the young man with a ghost face. He used to hang out everywhere to collect intelligence, and the giants rarely cared about these ants they looked down upon. Therefore, he had the chance to enter Shura City several times and knew a lot of things.

However, compared to the books and stone slabs displayed on the bookshelves, Lu Mi was more interested in the magnificent murals on the walls that looked like those in a cathedral.

As if sensing Lu Mi's gaze, the ghost-faced boy opened his mouth and said, "Ah, these are..."

Before he could finish his words, everyone had unknowingly walked to the center of Shura King City.

There, a tall giant was standing on an equally huge ladder, using a large paintbrush to dip colors from a paint bucket and paint the wall.

The rebels subconsciously raised their weapons, but the ghost-faced boy suddenly stepped forward and greeted them, "Tutankhamun, long time no see."

The giant named Tutankhamun was startled when he heard this, then slowly turned around.

"..." His eyes swept across the crowd and then fixed on Lu Mi, who was spreading his wings of light. "God of Extradition..."

Tutankhamun suddenly jumped down from the ladder, and everyone on the ground was shocked by the sudden change.

"You are the God of Extradition." The giant's voice was as powerful as thunder, but his tone was very firm and did not sound like a question at all.

Only Lu Mi, who was suspended in the air, was unaffected. The giant looked at him carefully for several times before saying, "It's different from what I've seen before."

"Have you seen me?" Lu Mi noticed that the horns unique to the Asura species on the giant's head were broken.

"Not really." Tutankhamun's gaze remained fixed on him, yet it didn't offend anyone, perhaps because it was so pure. "I've drawn thousands of you, and countless times in countless books I've tried to approach the real you."

The meaning of those words was too shocking, and Lu Mi looked behind him with a sense of something.

On the large wall, dazzling figures appeared. Most of these figures had different shapes, and some were even crude images that only appeared on stone slabs from a long time ago. But each of them had a pair of iconic light wings, and the paint used was mainly gold.

"Did you draw all this?" Lu Mi couldn't help but ask.

"Some of them I copied from the stone tablet." Tutankhamun said this, leaning down slightly to see more clearly, "But they are still different..."

He immediately realized his impoliteness, straightened up, and bowed apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be too familiar, it's just—" He seemed at a loss for words, "I've been in contact with you... with the you in the records for too long. Sometimes I often feel like I've known you for a long time. I've worked too long today. Maybe after I rest and sober up a little..."

The giant scratched his head and spoke incoherently. Then he suddenly paused, and as if realizing what was happening, he stared at Lu Mi with wide eyes.

"Wait, you're the real God of Extradition!? Not an illusion??"

Everyone: Your reaction time is incredibly long! So you thought it was an illusion before, but you were still able to have such a natural conversation? Could it be that you've had this experience before? This is terrifying!

The ghost-faced boy said in surprise: "Tutankhamun, he is the real extradition god, he really appeared and saved everyone!"

"I actually saw the real person...! This is the artist and his muse, what a beautiful story, how incredible, how..." Tutankhamun was a little out of control because of seeing Lu Mi, and kept muttering to himself.

That crazy attitude made everyone lose their sense of crisis. They put down their weapons and stared speechlessly at the giant who was trapped in his own world.

It was not until the ghost-faced boy finished speaking that Tutankhamun's expression suddenly froze and he came to his senses. "So, the king is dead?"

Everyone was startled and became alert again, but Lu Mi calmly flew in front of the giant, looked at him and said, "Yes."

"Ahh..." Tutankhamun lowered his eyes, "In that case, it's not surprising."

"This giant?" Others noticed the difference between Tutankhamun and other Shuras.

The ghost-faced boy took the opportunity to quietly explain to them, "Tutankhamun disapproved of the Shura King's methods, so he cut off his own horn—he left the symbol and pride of his Shura race to the King. From then on, he became an ordinary abyssal creature, painting for Shura City. When I sneaked in here before, he helped shield me several times, preventing me from being caught."

"So that's how it is..." Everyone didn't expect that there was such a cause and effect, so their eyes looking at the giant suddenly relaxed a lot.

On the other side, Lu Mi, who also heard the words, said to the giant: "Even if you don't agree with the king's rule, have you ever thought of rebelling or betraying him?"

Although Tutankhamun was puzzled by this question, he still answered: "Because he was once the king I recognized. Even if he later went astray, he is still my king."

Lu Mi sighed: "Although I know the obsession of the creatures of the abyss for the king, it still opens my eyes every time."

Tutankhamun asked cautiously, "Is it because you, as a god, cannot understand?"

"No," Lu Mi was silent for a rare moment, "Maybe it's because I'm in the same situation, so I'm a little afraid to think about these things."

Somehow, Tutankhamun understood what he meant. "So, you are also a 'king'. Your subjects must love you very much."

"Do you think this is a good thing?"

"For them, yes. As long as you exist, they will feel happy - this is the king in the eyes of the creatures of the abyss."

"……I see."

Lu Mi lowered his eyes slightly, then looked behind him, "What are those murals depicting?"

"Ah, this? It's an unfinished story." Tutankhamun said as he looked up at the pattern on the dome. "A story about the god who unified the four realms."

"Unify the four major domains?" The golden spirit seemed to smile. "People in the past really dared to dream of anything."

"But I think this story is good. If the abyss is really unified, many things can be avoided..." Tutankhamun muttered absentmindedly.

Lu Mi looked at the mural. At this time, he was surrounded by demons, goblins, and different alien species.

This scene is both a vision of history and a prediction of the future.