Chapter 623: Banana Evil, Not the Way (51)

Mikai also worries that if Liúmèng Jiāo is left with only the family's harmonious music as a sound, then even if they get through the hardship, Pinokangni's last place of freedom will be merely nominal.

"Since that's the case, just let all sounds ring together and it'll be done! Listen, I have a brilliant idea now," Botiuo looks at the confused girl beside him, "Come with me, big star, let's see if you're rebellious enough from now on."

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OVERLORD.

"Eh? Am I to meet the Supreme Sovereign alone?"

Salus forced his terror inward, pressed his head tightly against the floor tile, daring not to move a fraction.

After reporting his request to Lord Kesesites, he received a response in less than a moment; he was granted permission to go to the Nasalik underground Great Tomb to meet Lord Anzi in person.

(Indeed… only Lord Anzi can eradicate the meme virus? No wonder it's Lord Anzi…)

Salus's reverence for Lord Anzi deepened a few more points, yet as he followed Kesesites through the narrow, dim passage, his heart could not help but be very uneasy.

He knows clearly that any breach of protocol here could lead to a head being taken, so utmost caution is required.

In front of a massive metal door, the two maids bowed slightly and slowly pushed the door open—

Arrived.

Lord Anzi sits upright on the throne at the very top of the room.

The room is spacious, with no other guardians; aside from Lord Kesesites, only Lord Anzi is present.

"Kneel, Salus."

"Oh—"

Salus hurriedly knelt, fearing that his own stupidity might offend the Supreme Sovereign's dignity and incur his displeasure.

"No problem, Kesesites." The lord on the throne raised his palm, indicating they may all lift their heads to speak.

"You came because of the meme virus, right, banana?"

"Ah, yes—huh??"

Salus wondered if he misheard—could the meme virus have invaded his hearing? Did Lord Anzi just say a… banana?

Could Lord Anzi also…

No, no, how could Lord Anzi be infected by the meme virus? How could such a thing happen?

Salus quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the blasphemous thought.

"Ahem…" Anzi cleared his throat swiftly, "I understand, I will help you. Kesesites—"

"Yes."

The light‑blue warrior's body suddenly erupted with chilling aura; a light swing of his silver war‑glaive caused Salus's lizard head to drop to the ground with a "thud".

The slain man hadn't even realized what happened before death arrived silently. Not a drop of his blood splashed onto the ground; instead it solidified mid‑air into an ice block.

"Very tidy, Kesesites."

Anzi looked at the clean, orderly floor and couldn't help admiring his subordinate's neat swordsmanship.

"I am immensely honored, Lord Anzi."

"Then, next…" Anzi produced from the void a staff about thirty centimeters long, aimed its golden tip at Salus, and a holy light, incongruous with the aura of the Death King, flashed, restoring Salus's corpse to wholeness.

Revival short staff.

Considering that all dispersal spells fail against the meme virus, Anzi thought of a more extreme method for experimentation.

When a life ends completely, does the meme virus within it vanish along with the life?

Or does a resurrected being still carry the meme virus inside?

Anzi wants to see the result.

Shortly after, Salus lying on the ground finally overcame the abnormal fatigue and strained to open his eyelids.

A blinding glare entered his sight; after blinking to see the scene before him, he terrifiedly lowered his head and knelt on both knees.

What just happened?

Salus could not recall what had just occurred; his impression was that his gaze had shifted slightly, then all sensation vanished. He remembered he had come to Lord Anzi to eliminate the meme virus…

"Salus."

Lord Anzi on the throne spoke slowly, "How do you feel?"

"I…"

The sleepy banana monkey's voice at his ear vanished, even the faint banana scent disappeared; undoubtedly the meme virus was eradicated.

"I feel great, Lord Anzi, that virus… seems to no longer exist."

"Hmm, then that's fine; it seems the spell just now took effect, so you may return."

"Thank you endlessly, banana! Lord Anzi! I… uh, wait, it seems…" Before Salus finished, the familiar sleepy banana monkey voice surged back like a tide, enveloping him again.

"What's going on? Lord Anzi?"

"Hmm…" Anzi lowered his head slightly to think, then lightly tapped the ground with his staff, "Kesesites."

"Yes, Lord Anzi."

Salus hadn't yet figured out what the two intended, when his head was again severed by Kesesites, and with his consciousness fading once more, all his confusion fell into silence.

If the trouble can't be solved, then eliminate the one who caused it.

If Salus learned that he couldn't resolve the meme virus, it might affect the lizard man's loyalty—Anzi would never allow that.

"Kesesites, first store his corpse, and when the heavens' veil yields a way to dispel the meme virus, resurrect him again."

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"The two arrived at Liúmèng Jiāo's open‑air stage, Botiuo reopened Ruike's box, and what was inside shocked a flock of birds fiercely."

"..."

"No need for me to say more, right?" Botiuo shrugged, "Don't claim that you're accustomed to being high‑and‑mighty and can't make use of this thing before you."

"That wouldn't be the case… anything related to music, I can handle to some extent," Zhigengniao said, smiling helplessly, "But… this is truly nonsense. Yet perhaps a chaotic crisis should be resolved with a chaotic method."

"This is just right, I'll definitely bring everyone who's needed! Someone dances and saves the world, someone cries a bout and defeats the enemy, now it's our turn! At this critical moment of life and death, we'll throw a party for his beloved!"

Boteou had Zhigengniao prepare the party facilities, while he himself went to Liúmèng Jiāo to round up participants for the party; Zhigengniao's reputation indeed carried weight, and soon a large crowd gathered.

Of course, there were also those who wanted nothing to do with it; upon hearing it was the family's harmony, they coldly told Boteou to get lost.

"Ha, you're stealing my lines now? That's also easy to handle."

The next second, Boteou jammed the black gun barrel against the other's forehead, gave a cold smile, and said: "I know this sounds a bit crazy, but hurry up and move—either go to the party and take back your turf, or let the party play a funeral march for you."