Chapter 172
The Wind and Sun at the End of the Night
Xia Youjie didn't personally rush out to wreak havoc; instead, the cursed spirits under his command were enough to terrify the higher-ups who were trying to escape from here.
The Department of Curses was completely surrounded by cursed spirits, trapping their execution target.
"This road is blocked. You'll lose your lives once you get here." Xia Youjie smiled gently. The terrifying pressure emanating from the massive rainbow dragon suspended in mid-air behind him made the people in front of him weak in the knees, almost unable to stand.
"Xia...Xia Youjie...weren't you dead? Why are you here? As a top-tier sorcerer, why are you helping those scum rebel?!"
They had too many questions, but unfortunately, none of them would be answered.
"Rebellion?" Xia Youjie seemed to have heard something amusing. "I'm just cleaning up some trash that's not even as good as a monkey."
He also used the word "scum" to describe these high-ranking people.
He considered him a piece of trash, even less than a monkey in the eyes of ordinary people.
If ordinary people are guilty, does that mean these guys are innocent?
Behind him, the rainbow dragon let out a low roar and suddenly swooped forward. The screams stopped abruptly as the cursed spirit easily tore apart the person blocking its way. Soon, only the bespectacled man remained, slumped on the ground, his clothes soaked, and the air itself seemed to become filthy.
Xia Youjie took a step forward with disdain, put his hands in his pockets and looked down at him: "Don't be afraid, it'll be quick. Wanting to die is the fastest thing in the world."
The man was consumed by fear. His eyes darted around the bloodstains on the ground, and he stammered incoherently, "No, no, I don't want to die! Do you want money? I have lots and lots of money. I'll give you money, okay? I'll hire you to protect me!"
"You can have as much as you want. I have power, status, and money—I have it all. You can have whatever you want!"
He placed his hand on his chest, forcing a smile, as if trying to appear sincere.
Xia Youjie frowned as he listened to him finish speaking. Immediately afterward, his body was thrown forward as if hit by a truck. All his bones shattered instantly, and blood gushed out from the gaps in his broken flesh.
Fuyuki found a high spot and watched the carnage from afar.
This was a red event concealed under the cover of night. Her eyes were numb, and the night wind blowing across her cheeks brought only an inorganic chill.
Those guys who gathered at the meeting after receiving the challenge... didn't think that this actually made things easier for them.
Whether it's Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Jinji, or Natsume Yuuki, the three of them are three human weapons, none of them are easy to mess with, and none of them are merciful.
Those who could barely delay them were already seen through, while those who were willing to die for these people were eliminated by absolute violence.
As for the others below the three main families, they will all be escorted away by the Dog-Roll family and the swords using both law and violence.
From afar, Dongshu spotted a solemn-looking boy standing in the crowd, his white hair falling obediently by his ears.
The boy she watched grow up has now grown into an adult.
But this time, he has his mentor and the power she left behind, so he will not suffer the fate of losing his arm in the previous timeline.
Fuyuki felt the abundant spiritual energy that permeated almost the entire area; she hadn't experienced such a surging and vibrant energy in a long time.
A final blessing from the world's consciousness.
He elevated the power of this one-third fragment of the soul to an unprecedented level.
Fuyuki could clearly see the splatter of blood, and those disheveled beings who refused to admit defeat.
...and the so-called "waste products" who have sadly lost their independent personalities and are oppressed.
She closed her eyes.
In this era, there are still such malignant tumors that treat people as less than human beings.
It will likely be a difficult process for those children to return to a normal life.
However, all of these follow-ups will be handled by Dogroll's family.
The Dog Roll family's influence had grown to a level beyond her imagination; even in elections for positions like that, she could see familiar surnames.
There's no need to worry.
Fuyuki brushed aside the wind-blown strands of hair from her ears and looked down from above.
The brightly lit city exudes prosperity and extravagance, yet also carries a vibrant and upward-looking vitality.
Just like this world, it has been completely separated from the image of the only remaining person.
In just a few tens of minutes, all those who had wreaked havoc on the world of sorcery were wiped out.
The entire building reeked of blood, a nauseating sight. The once solemn and dignified structure had been completely destroyed by the traces of battle.
Severed limbs, internal organs, and blood... have become the new building materials here.
Gojo Satoru flicked non-existent dust off his hands, then disdainfully took out a handkerchief to wipe away a drop of blood that had gotten on the corner of his clothes.
Fuheshel pulled the weapon from the corpse, looked around, and saw no one else standing alive except his own men.
Xia Youjie walked in gracefully through the back door. He avoided the bloodstains on the ground, shook his fist which was completely unmarked, and frowned as he looked at the messy ground.
The three of them exchanged glances.
"Finished work? Little Fuyuki must be looking forward to us going back to see her, right?" Gojo Satoru smiled and took out a new pair of small round sunglasses and put them on.
Fuhesh said nothing and turned to leave.
Xia Youjie, on the other hand, stared at the scene for a moment, then shook his head and said softly, "It's really ugly..."
Three figures disappeared into the faint light of dawn, which was filled with the aura of death.
In the stillness of the field strewn with corpses, one of the corpses suddenly twitched its fingers. It slowly raised its eyes, feeling secretly pleased with its unique technique, but before the joy in its eyes could fully spread, a short knife pierced its heart.
Why? He didn't survive.
"So, make sure the person is completely dead before you leave." Yagen Toushirou pulled out his main body and then wiped it with disgust.
"This area has been cleared out as well; there are no survivors." Ran Toushirou skipped and hopped over like a bird.
"This...this place is all done too..." Wu Hu Tui Jiang hid his blood-stained body behind his back, his head bowed. "This side, nothing was missed."
Yagen Toushirou glanced at him, then vigorously rubbed his head before turning and leaving: "Let's go back to the citadel. We'll wait for the general's return at home."
Okay~
"Um……"
Once again, the three figures disappeared into the fully risen sun.
Dongshu shut down her computer and sat there with her eyes closed, a hint of weariness on her face.
The wind and the sun gently caressed her hair, and the rising sun overhead had already dyed the sky golden red. In this night of blood sacrifice, a new era was about to begin.
The remaining cleanup will be left to the original inhabitants of this world, who will personally contribute to their own future.
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