Chapter 242

Dark clouds covered the sky, making it hard to breathe.

The feeling of unease was causing him excruciating pain all over his body, so Foy pulled down his high collar to allow himself better ventilation.

It's going to rain soon.

The rain that falls here is mostly red, like blood.

However, it is not sticky, nor does it smell bad; instead, it has a floral fragrance and is highly poisonous.

Obviously, going out when there is red rain is not the right thing to do. There are many examples of people who died in the red rain when they first came to the Land of the Dead.

Staring at the red rain for too long can cause hallucinations, many of which are related to deceased loved ones, luring others into the red rain. When the rain falls on your body, the red color quickly fades, leaving only the scent of flowers and clear water.

When they returned, the person who had gone out was gone; what returned was only a bloodthirsty monster.

However, those with sufficient ability need not worry about this level of mental interference. They are all experienced in all sorts of strange and dangerous situations and have nothing to worry about in the red rain.

Soaking for several hours is a different story.

"Brother, who are you waiting for?" Behind him, Lingwen appeared out of nowhere, wearing a white nightgown and holding a teddy bear. The half-human-sized child was handsome; this devil was still lovable before revealing his extremely evil face.

“Who knows? I also want to know who Hongyu wants me to see.” Foy slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, and Lingwen sat down on the ground as well, resting her head on his shoulder.

She wasn't sleepy because she had just woken up and was still wearing her pajamas.

However, once one's lifespan reaches a certain point and there are no good means of entertainment, one can only keep oneself in a state of sleep at all times.

You can also ask the nightmare demon to arrange some interesting dreams, which are far more interesting than reality.

Another form of entertainment is the "red rain," because one can often see deceased loved ones in it. Occasionally sitting in such a place and watching is acceptable. It's an illusion, and as long as one is aware of this, there will be no problem.

She made a slash with her prismatic hand, creating a crack in the space, from which she took out cookies and red wine.

"Thank you." Foy smiled as she handed him the drink, took it without a glass, bit off the cork, and drank it down.

"Red wine is indeed the best!" He downed a third of it in one gulp, his expression softening.

Rhombus didn't speak, he just looked outside.

“You shouldn’t have saved that guy named Ark in the first place,” she said softly. “I told you from the beginning that he was never on our side.”

"He saved me."

“That’s no reason for you to help him. Don’t think of yourself as so noble. He only helped you once. You don’t need to respond to him like this.” Rhombus paused, looking at his gloomy face: “Is that kind of excuse just to convince yourself? You look like you’re regretting it.”

“A long, long time ago, my father told me about a guy who shouldn’t have been born, and his name was Ark,” Foy said. “He was my brother, but I never met him because he only woke up twice. The first time he woke up, he was asleep for hundreds of years, and when he woke up again, it was too late to undo the damage. He left this place, and I was born after him. He was my father’s creation, so if I had to say, he was my older brother.”

Prism didn't speak; she hadn't expected Foy to start talking about the past.

This guy used to never talk about his past, perhaps because he was so arrogant when he was young, or perhaps because he believed that the past shouldn't be constantly on his mind.

But since there's a story to hear, it's still worthwhile.

"That guy had a really tough time. He was created for fighting, so learning anything else was a real struggle for him. It's said that it took him twelve years to learn how to communicate, to talk, in simple terms," ​​he said. "And it took him forty years to learn how to lie."

“That sounds pretty stupid,” Prism said hesitantly.

“Yes, I’m also surprised that the guy could be so stupid.” He said softly, “That kid has absolutely no talent, except in combat.”

Is he very strong?

“To put it another way, he’s incredibly skilled at simply enhancing his own abilities.” Foy’s expression turned serious. “After all, being able to directly equip himself with a magic seal and magic core makes him stronger. This pure plundering ability is unprecedented in history.”

"He has already killed twelve demon kings."

“Fortunately, you can’t use more than three magic seals at the same time.” Foy said, rubbing his temples. “The problem is that guy got the Demon God Seal. Theoretically, once he becomes a Demon God, he becomes the leader of all demons.”

"Are you planning to take orders from that guy?"

“It’s better than death,” Foy said. “I’m just waiting for him to come now. Until then, I advise you to leave. The world is big, and with your abilities, you can survive anywhere.”

"And you?"

“I might die, just like my ancestors. But this fulfills two wishes I had when I was young: to be the Grim Reaper and to die gloriously in battle.” He said, then paused, and smiled helplessly: “So soon.”

Lingwen paused for a moment, then suddenly realized that it was pouring rain outside.

But there was no sound at all; apart from the sound of people talking, the whole world was eerily quiet.

She realized that Foy patted her on the shoulder, indicating that she didn't need to panic.

Prism looked up at Foy, whose eyes had turned completely black.

Within the pitch-black pupils, there was a faint red glow in the left pupil.

Prism carefully turned around to look at the thing behind him.

It was a strange thing; just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable all over.

His chest was empty, but not entirely devoid of anything; a black cross floated in the air above it. His entire body was white, and his white skin was covered with countless eyes, resembling pustules.

The whole body looked as if it had been stitched together, except that it was a gaping mouth, not actual stitching marks.

Behind him, slender bones protruded from his cervical vertebrae, spreading out like spider legs, with countless thin ropes hanging from them, each rope supporting a withered human head.

Some have been reduced to bones, while others have only skin remaining. Some, due to their antiquity, have been reduced to mere skull fragments.

Perhaps the only thing that wasn't destroyed was her face. It remained expressionless, the only changes being that it had turned deathly white, and had those heavy dark circles under her eyes.

It looked like she was crying, because blood was constantly flowing from her eyes.

Aside from the head, perhaps the only thing that wouldn't be disgusting is the right arm, since at least it's just bone.

"I can't see the magic mark at all. So it was all absorbed after all?" Foy asked softly. "With so much attached to your soul, how much of the Ark I know still remains?"

"I am still the person you used to know." He opened his mouth to speak, but so softly that it was almost inaudible if you didn't listen carefully.

“I don’t know any monsters of this caliber,” he said softly, looking at him. “Should I call you a false angel now? Or a wounded angel? You weren’t a demon to begin with, were you?”

"I have never hidden this matter."

“Yes, I remember it was made from the body of an Immaculate One. It’s ironic that the saint’s ability was to make himself immune to any negative harm, but because he had no memory, he was tricked into joining the demons and transformed into this.” Foy continued, “The saint’s body was fitted with a demonic seal. Judging from this strange appearance, you’ve fused quite a few demonic seals into yourself.”

Yak didn't answer, or rather, he wasn't really in the mood for a conversation.

The Immaculate One, one of the saints, is the most special among all saints.

It's not that it was particularly strong, but rather that its unique characteristics were a real headache for everyone back then.

Unless intentionally done, he cannot be remembered or observed. Any attack will simply pass through him; neither curses, seals, nor anything else can have any effect on this saint.

Furthermore, it does not remember any injustices.

But where in the world is there a righteous person? All men are born of women, and no one can always stand on the right side.

Therefore, he will not remember any people or things, perhaps only things like flowers.

The longest-existing saints are said to have existed since the beginning of the world's creation, and have been wandering ever since.

After all, if he didn't want to, no one would know that such a thing as him existed.

If we can't even observe, then we can't talk about intervention.

Conversely, if something can be observed, then it can be intervened upon; and if something can be intervened upon, it can be controlled.

This guy came to attention because a demon god disappeared without a trace.

That was a demon god, who died mysteriously and without anyone knowing why.

The demon's wife stayed by his side for a very, very long time.

Then I saw the child, squatting beside the dead demon, looking down at the crimson stains on his body with curiosity.

An Unsullied can only fully utilize its abilities when it is completely clean, and its appearance is revealed to everyone for the first time when it realizes it has done something wrong and remembers the person it killed.

Why was he controlled by the demon, why did he become a vessel for the future, and why did everything that followed happen?

Some people were unaware of this, but now, what has happened is visible to the naked eye.

He has many titles; the traditional one is the Immaculate One, and he can be considered a failure. The church once called this special angel the Wounded Angel and the False Angel, because his name has never been considered clean due to his unusual nature.

A black domain opened up, and everyone was enveloped in darkness.

Foy activated his power as a demon king, eternal darkness.

He was not the owner of multiple magic seals, but he was the original owner of the magic seals. This allowed him to become the Demon King and the king who managed the dead in this gathering place, even though he only had one magic seal and had a large amount of magic power reserves.

In the realm of eternal darkness, all senses are stripped away; one cannot hear, see, or touch.

But it wasn't truly dark; only the target within the domain sensed the darkness. To outsiders, it simply appeared as if his enemy had suddenly gone mad.

In a state of complete unconsciousness, it's hard to say how many foolish things a person might do. For example, after falling to the ground, they might writhe like a fish, or as if trying to wake themselves up by beating themselves, leaving their entire body riddled with holes.

Some people, thinking they were clever, relaxed their guard and ended up dying from lack of oxygen due to not breathing. Others rolled over, their lungs bursting from their own inflated lungs.

If I had to describe the feeling, it would be like experiencing death prematurely. Experiencing the feeling of falling into an abyss.

The scythe hanging on the wall disappeared, the castle suddenly collapsed, and countless black nails attacked from all directions, piercing through Ark who had been standing there.

He himself was surrounded by black mist, silently floating around, carrying a scythe.

He knew Ark's abilities, and he also knew that this guy would definitely not get injured like this.

The eerie figure took a step forward, seemingly impervious to the nails covering his body. The nails appeared to be phantoms, or perhaps he himself was a phantom. Neither the nails nor anything else seemed to harm him in the slightest.

That is the power of the Unsullied; his existence is merely visible, but in reality, no matter what method is used, it cannot cause harm to him.

However, that only applies when it truly has no presence.

It was still injured; its eyes were pierced and shattered, and red blood dripped through its body onto the ground.

It wouldn't normally be harmed; to be precise, the part that's injured is the part that's integrated into the body. Everything that doesn't belong to it will be injured.

As predicted, its own domain still applies to it. It remains affected by the eternal darkness.

I'm so sorry.

Suddenly, all the black thorns burst open, splashing and scattering like water. All the black water turned into fine needles, piercing all the abnormal spots on its body.

The creature, originally entirely white, was now riddled with needles so densely that it looked as if it were wearing black armor.

The entire space shifted, the prisms' abilities activated, and they moved from reality into the fictional space.

The ability of the prisms allows them to forcibly drag people into a space they have constructed, and within this space, everything is a pre-set trap.

They were not unprepared; in fact, the brother and sister had been planning to kill him for the past six months.

No one wants the Unsullied to live in the world, because he is the one who is closest to the will of God.

This is not a positive description, because what God really wants to do is probably to completely destroy the world he created and then rebuild it.