CHAPTER 1119: CHAPTER 865: RECTIFYING THE ORDER OF THE DEAD REALM_2

Malak and the surrounding strongest Bird of Death are no less than Wei Shiyue in size. After days and nights of soul devouring, they appear exceedingly terrifying.

Various fleshy tumors cover their bodies, each tumor ending with a human face representing the ghosts harvested by the Birds of Death over the years.

"We have ventured into the Afterlife World, prepared and armed with scientific spirit and empirical viewpoints to understand the process after death. All your reactions will be documented in the Corporate Alliance’s textbooks to abolish superstition!" Yao Guang declared loudly.

"You stop mothers from giving birth to normal children, it’s infuriating!" Easter exclaimed anxiously.

"A bunch of lunatics." Malak roared angrily.

"I seek to conquer death itself, you and those pets around you are merely a prelude to the main course," Farosa laughed.

"Don’t you understand?" Malak stood up, enlarging further, with deadly green soul fire burning around him, "This is the Afterlife World, Witch, you’ve joined the ranks of the dead, there’s no turning back!"

Wei Shiyue turned to look, indeed, she could no longer see any trace of the Underworld Tunnel; it was a one-way path.

Once entering the Afterlife World, there’s no way to return unless Pomorty is defeated in one fell swoop, thereby controlling the very rules of death.

"I know there’s no way back here, that’s why I need some entertainment," Farosa said, patting the scales on Wei Shiyue’s neck, "Let me ride."

Wei Shiyue lowered her head, and Farosa climbed onto her neck.

Immediately, Wei Shiyue flapped her wings, flying towards Malak.

"I’ve told you, it’s useless!" Malak roared, swinging a giant scythe.

The soul fire blade slashed towards Farosa and Wei Shiyue, but Wei Shiyue swiftly dodged in the air, the blade grazing the far end of the dragon wing.

Farosa’s face displayed an eerie smile.

She wielded the Godslayer Weapon, releasing a massive sword aura from Wei Shiyue’s back.

Slash!

The terrifying Deicide Sword Aura exploded on Malak and the surrounding Birds of Death, the scattered sword rays instantly piercing through their bodies, blowing Malak and the birds around him apart!

"Gah ah ah ah——"

"Gah!"

"Guwah——" Most of the Birds of Death dissolved in a single strike!

Their bodies shattered and scattered!

"What!"

"Look quickly——"

"In a short while!" The ghosts were immensely thrilled.

The surviving Birds of Death, seeing their fierce leader Malak one moment, saw him struck by the Deicide Sword Aura the next, turning into a mess of bird remains, naturally terrified!

What is this power?

The Birds of Death looked up at Farosa, and soon, a second Deicide Sword Aura came, instantly pulverizing one of them.

Annihilation!

"Roar!" Wei Shiyue triumphantly spewed flames, swirling above the perished Birds of Death.

Farosa released the Law of Recovery, piecing the shattered Malak back together.

"Roar——" Malak looked in shock at his restored body.

He clearly remembered everything that happened around him.

"Have I died?" Malak felt the phantom pain from the sword tearing him apart; he was originally slain by Farosa and now restored.

"Ha——" Farosa struck again with a sword aura, shattering Malak.

Then used the Law of Recovery to restore him!

"No——no——" Malak, renewing his form, was overwhelmed by doubled agony tearing through his body! Instantly slain, shattered into thousands, followed by a brutal force piecing him back together, each chunk of flesh, bone, and feather meticulously reconstructed, back to original.

Farosa viciously swung the Godslayer Weapon, another sword aura, pulverizing the scarcely restored Malak, then released the Law of Recovery again at him.

"No... don’t..." Malak recovered extremely painfully, his body unstable, the multiplied extreme agony stacking on him.

To be slain once by the Godslayer Weapon was already insufferably painful, let alone ravaged three times?

"Die!" Farosa fiercely struck Malak with the Godslayer Weapon, and as the sword aura touched Malak’s body, it shattered into fragments across the ground, completely unable to withstand its terrifying power.

Then, Malak was restored by the Law of Recovery!

It collapsed this time, lying on the ground, wailing and crying at Farosa, kowtowing repeatedly.

"No, no, please don’t kill me again—" Malak was in utter despair.

To escape this eternal torment, it was willing to pay any price!

Tortured to death by the Godslayer Weapon, then revived! And slaughtered again! Such agony utterly destroyed Malak’s will.

"Waaa—"

"That creature has already suffered a mental breakdown..."

"Amazing!" The ghosts gathered around to watch Malak kneeling on the ground like a prisoner surrendering, which felt amusing to the ghosts given Malak’s formerly ferocious and terrifying appearance paired with such a ridiculous posture.

"You cannot resist." Farosa said wickedly, then pointed at Malak, turning her head to the ghosts who were staring in stunned silence, "Go ahead, devour it."

"Hooray!"

"Charge!"

"These creatures are so harmful!" The ghosts travelling along the Styx River were greatly tormented by the Bird of Death’s escort, and now they were overwhelmed with excitement to personally tear apart and devour the leader of the Bird of Death.

A multitude of translucent ghosts surged forward, competing to use their hands, teeth, and legs to claw and tear Malak.

The powerful Malak, who could have effortlessly destroyed these ghosts previously, was now completely subdued by the malevolent presence of the Godslayer Weapon and dared not resist!

"Gaaaa— ughhhh—" Malak cried out in extreme pain.

The flames on its body were completely extinguished, its feathers continuously torn apart and devoured by ghosts, and it struggled and fell to the ground, as ghosts scattered whenever hit. Due to physical laws not applying, ghosts merely phased through its body and began tearing at Malak again.

Countless hands tugged at Malak, pulling away piece by piece, starting with its feathers, then flesh, bones, soul...

The once-dominant Bird of Deaths in the Afterlife World was completely crushed!

Easter’s vision was shielded by the Cyber Specter, preventing her from witnessing this horrific scene, an absolute spectacle of psychic contamination with countless ghostly hands tearing at the flesh.

"Ahhh..."

"The power is surging!"

"I feel so strong!" After live-feasting on Malak, some ghosts’ colors became more solid and their forms slightly larger.

They transformed from ordinary spectral ghosts into larger apparitions, with both intelligence and strength greatly enhanced.

Hundreds of these large ghosts felt grateful to Farosa and the others, casting grateful glances their way.

In life, they hailed from across the world, from different backgrounds, professions, and races, but now here, they were mere unified ghosts, indistinguishable from one another, eliminating parochial prejudices.

"Let’s go!" Farosa moved forward, saying in a deep voice, "We are here to restore order in the Netherworld, advance along the Styx River, and see where these Birds of Death intend to lead you all."

The ghosts surged forward, they once followed the despairing guidance of the Birds of Death, but now enthusiastically followed the members of Mt. Kuro’s Expedition Team.

They crossed a more open wilderness, and ahead appeared a City of the Dead, with many ghosts roaming outside, numerous of them drawn by the demise of the Birds of Death.

It seemed they had resided in the Afterlife World for a while.

"—Who are you—" Yanagawa Fumihiko’s ghost walked over in astonishment.

"Finally, a familiar face." Farosa raised an eyebrow.

"You’re dead? How fair," Yanagawa Fumihiko sighed.

"We entered alive, it’s anything but fair. Look at our luxurious entourage." Farosa mocked.

"..." Yanagawa Fumihiko glanced at the Mt. Kuro’s Expedition Team, indeed they were living, not deceased.

"Where are we?" Wei Shiyue asked.

"Nameless City of the Dead, I’m also new here, just killed shortly before you arrived." Yanagawa Fumihiko said, his ghostly form still showing traces of being stabbed in the back by A40.

"Where’s Honma Noriko?" The Cyber Specter wanted to see Honma Noriko’s ghost.

Yanagawa Fumihiko shook his head.

"The lady’s soul is not here." He said.