CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 55 WAR LAW (EXTRA)

To the north of Verona City, in the trenches, on the eastern side.

Agrippina silently watched the distance. Beside her, Apilius and the Ferryman appeared in a boat from the void.

"You’re late," Agrippina said.

"The water level of the River Styx has dropped by a third," Apilius replied. "Thanks to your little disciple, the concept of death now lingers around her, and even the Netherworld is affected to a certain extent."

"Who would have thought that there would be someone in this world who could truly master the highest authority of death?" the Ferryman marveled. "How does that saying go? ’To understand death, one must first experience death.’"

"Therefore, it should be impossible for the living to wield the authority of death, yet this law has now been broken by a human, which is truly unbelievable."

"She has died before," Agrippina said after a pause. "She was killed by a member of the Blood Clan with extraordinary traits, which led to the contamination of her body by Blood Clan traits, ultimately reviving her successfully."

"That’s impossible. In fact, no traits can affect the dead," the Ferryman scoffed. "After death, the spiritual body and life body separate; extraordinary traits cannot establish a connection with spirituality, and thus cannot be assimilated by the life body."

"If I’m not mistaken, that’s not a true resurrection in the strict sense," said Apilius gravely. "Medically speaking, death is defined as the irreversible cessation of brain cell function."

"According to Belladonna’s explanation, perhaps due to some reason, her spirit did not separate from her life body after brain death, causing Blood Clan flesh traits to contaminate her body. The resulting self-healing ability restored her brain functions."

"So, is she a super lucky human girl?" the Ferryman sneered. "At the very moment she touched death, she was forcibly pulled back to the living world?"

"Perhaps. Following this line of thought, we might be able to replicate her experience and explore a reliable plan to ’live’ while touching the concept of death," Apilius said, his gaze calmly shifting. "Of course, before that, we need a transcendent with a ’flesh’ sequence to participate in our corresponding experiments."

"Lady Netherwood," the Spiritual Body Sect has been pursuing the ultimate goal of understanding and eventually mastering death since its inception. Therefore, I wonder if you would be willing to accept the protection of the Spiritual Body Sect and cooperate with us in our experiments?"

"Sure," Agrippina agreed without hesitation, after all, she was currently being hunted by the Pure Blood Monastery, and protection from a transcendent sect could spare her a lot of trouble.

What’s more, Apilius, the demigod, was also the grandfather of her disciple’s close friend, at least there was some relationship there—it was better than cooperating with a complete stranger.

The Ferryman pushed the boat forward, allowing the two demigods to step aboard. Then, with a push of the oar, the boat slipped into the Styx of the void.

The moment they departed from the Main Plane, it suddenly raised its head, the translucent eyes beneath the black hooded cloak gazing at the sky above Verona City.

An unmanned reconnaissance drone from the Church Court was circling the night sky, its electronic camouflage concealing its body as if it were entirely one with the night.

Inside Verona City, an intense gunfight continued.

Countless bullets shot from the guns of the Temple Knights, speeding toward the terrifying girl from the Blood Clan.

She, in turn, was holding the body of a young man, moving with a speed that was nearly impossible to track, like a phantom.

Punic tactics, known for their unpredictable and tricky movements. Peggy had now mastered this tactic to perfection, yet the man who taught her was no longer there.

"Wait for me, Aske..." Amidst the near-constant sound of the wind, Peggy held Aske’s body tightly and murmured.

"...I will bring you back."

She leapt high from the rooftop, with clusters of Spider Mines already amassed at her landing spot. The red light sensors flickered, ready for a violent collective detonation.

However, before Peggy had fully descended, the mines rapidly rusted, decayed, aged, deformed, and turned into utter scrap metal.

"Damn it!" the Temple Knights quickly descended into panic. "Why is the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field in the city not affecting her!"

"Keep your distance from her! Getting too close will lead to a mysterious, sudden death!"

"Requesting backup! Repeat, requesting backup!"

Peggy charged through the scraps of metal and stormed into the crowd who couldn’t dodge in time.

Life Drain.

Stripping away lifespan.

Swarms of death tadpoles, invisible to the Temple Knights, were circling in a wide area of space, "terminating" the effects of the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field.

Energy is required to maintain the existence of the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field, and once the energy supply is cut off, the magnetic field will inevitably fade away.

And in this world, anything that can’t avoid "termination" can be "killed" in advance by the Laws of Death.

Even the Anti-Demon Magnetic Field.

This marks the terrifying power of the so-called strongest Super Supreme Death Law within the four Super Supreme Laws.

"...Still not enough," Peggy muttered after draining the Temple Knights around her. She darted back and forth like lightning, evading all the whistling bullets and grenades, all the while searching for the next group of targets from which to draw life force.

"...I need more life force..."

In her arms, Aske’s corpse grew increasingly ruddy, looking almost like a doll about to come to life.

...

What the hell is this! Aske couldn’t help but complain.

Deep within the Subconscious Ocean, more precisely, it’s where one’s lingering consciousness resides after death.

Aske felt himself suspended in a world of endless change, surrounded by the memories of the deceased, pressing against his consciousness like gigantic pressure from the deep sea.

If he were truly a deceased spirit, his Spiritual Body would be the first to be ejected in the process of death, followed by the disintegration of his Mind Body.

However, the purified War Concepts surrounding Aske, the broken Swords, flags, damaged Armor, and mutilated corpses of the deceased... existed in various forms as Conceptualizations of war, protecting him from being crushed and disintegrated by the pressure of the Subconscious Ocean.

At the same time, under the immense pressure from all directions, these War Concepts were gradually imbuing his consciousness.

If circumstances were normal, once he fully absorbed these War Concepts, he would naturally ascend and re-enter the Main Plane, completing his resurrection.

However, the current situation seemed amiss, as countless tadpole-like entities circled him, trying to forcefully "push" him upwards.

Wait, tadpoles here? What the hell!

It is known that the Subconscious Ocean is made up of spirituality, where the more material entities rise to the surface and the more spiritual ones sink.

That’s why most Extraordinary Creatures float in the upper layers of this ocean.

The lower layers are almost all formless memories, thoughts, knowledge, and the like. Even if there are creatures that try to plunge down forcibly, they would be buoyed up by the buoyancy. That’s the rule of this plane, and there’s no scientific rationale to explain it.

So, are these tadpoles actually Extraordinary Creatures?

Aske swept his gaze over these tadpoles. Although he was also just a formless consciousness at the moment, he still had the ability to "observe."

He discovered that these tadpoles were indeed not living beings. They could move, but they didn’t have a clear muscular structure, nor did they have any orifice for eating and excretion.

Countless tadpoles lingered below, trying to prop him upwards. But he hadn’t absorbed enough War Concepts yet and currently remained at the stage of residual consciousness, so he was too "heavy" to rise.

The tadpoles continued their futile efforts to prop up his consciousness.

Aske wanted to tell them to stop wasting their energy, then he remembered he didn’t have a mouth right now.

"...She wishes for you to return," a weak voice emerged though there was no sound, as if the tadpoles "heard" his inner voice.

The voice was as faint as a mosquito, elusive but carried a certain mysterious and fearful sensation.

Aske forcefully suppressed the fear that arose for no reason, trying to communicate with them:

"...Who is she?"

"...The Master," the tadpoles replied to his question.

"...And who is your Master?"

"...She is the holder of high entropy, the ruler of low potency, the end of time, the termination of all things. Oscillations will converge, existence will return to nothingness," the tadpoles chanted in unison.

Aske: ......

What are these tadpoles talking about? He didn’t understand, but it sounded rather chuuni, didn’t it?

"And You, You..." the voice of the tadpoles gradually softened, replaced by a more sonorous chant not from the tadpoles, but from the flags, weapons, armor, and corpses around him:

"You are the source of conflict, the embodiment of chaos, the variable of correction, the divergence of all things. One of the two must exist, and one must perish."

"I know the answer to this riddle," Aske said in a deep voice, "It’s War, isn’t it?"

The Conceptualized War Law did not respond, but continued to flow into his body like moths to a flame.