Chapter 303

What's going on, the art style has changed?

197. Conan: My damn curiosity

This pure world without a trace of filth, flowing with holy radiance, had changed at some point.

The pure, glowing radiance had become gloomy and bleak at some point.

The crystalline trees were thin and lonely, with large areas broken and fallen, even giving people a sense of having been corrupted for a long time.

The clear and pure mirror lake had long since dried up, the cracked riverbed was like a gap in hell, and cold winds were howling.

The sky, which seemed to be permanently in radiance, had dimmed, and strands of blood color permeated.

The whole world had dimmed, and in the dilapidated and cold forest around, rustling sounds came out, as if something was walking.

People could even feel a sense of being spied on.

A kind of poisonous spying.

The powerhouses' faces turned green.

So much for the Garden of Eden; this is the nineteenth layer of hell, right?

That kind of resentful spying stimulated goosebumps on their skin, and they had a strong premonition.

Damn.

What the hell is going on?

"It should be that the pressure given by that person is too great, and the Holy Spirit's divine power has been withdrawn."

After cleanly and neatly killing the big demon, Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and stared at the darkness, slowly retreating into the crowd.

People were stunned.

What does this have to do with what's in front of them?

Afterward.

Many people's pupils shrank.

In the darkness, a rotting beast claw actually reached out, grabbed the big demon's corpse, and retracted, soon followed by a hair-raising chewing sound.

Suddenly.

A cold wind blew past.

Immediately after, a scream sounded.

"Darling, darling, where are you?!!"

Quiet.

Immediately after, another chewing sound sounded, and then a vicious gaze scanned the crowd, as if picking the next one.

People, even the powerhouses, were horrified.

They didn't see anything, and they didn't perceive anything at all.

What if they were the ones being stared at?

A chill rushed straight to their tailbones; even near-gods began to huddle together, moving carefully back-to-back.

"Holy crap, I remember there were four of us, right? Why is there an extra pair of feet?"

Someone had cold sweat dripping.

That thing actually mixed in?

"Don't care, act like you don't know."

The person with him growled.

The surrounding people were scared crazy and hurriedly retreated far away.

Not far away.

"Wha... what's going on, are there other people here?"

Inuyasha stammered.

Miroku was shaking all over, and hearing this, he glared at him angrily.

Don't you have any idea whether it's a person or not?

Also, why is a demon like you afraid of ghosts?

As a result, looking back, the King of Evil Spirits from the Magic World was even crying.

"I knew it, I knew that since that person had already died in the past, his followers were probably dead too."

Since that Holy Spirit had died in battle, only this wisp of thought remained.

The pure land he was in had probably been destroyed in a distant era.

The dreamy kingdom they saw was just a phantom maintained by that person's power.

Thinking of this, the king who had turned half a continent into a kingdom of evil spirits in their world had his teeth chattering.

It left people speechless.

You are a ghost, you are a ghost, okay.

"Go, we can't stay here; it's probably going to become more terrifying than the God's Tomb soon."

Jiraiya looked at the bright moon in the sky that had turned scarlet at some point, feeling a bit hairy in his heart.

But no matter what, they couldn't stay here.

It's the kingdom of that Holy Spirit, who knows how many terrifying existences there were.

Losing the suppression of that person's divine power, if they turned into corpses and crawled up...

Many people shivered, gathered together cautiously, and retreated toward the door.

It felt like they arrived in an instant when they came, but now it felt so far away.

The whole world, which was originally dreamy, had changed from being full of vitality in the past to a dead land, and now it seemed to have come alive again.

There were rustling sounds everywhere, magnificent shadows were rising in the distance, and even the blood-colored moon in the sky seemed to have come alive.

Cold gazes were staring fixedly at the crowd moving below, making people's hair stand on end.

"Go, go quickly, that person's power has just receded, they haven't truly 'come alive' yet."

Reinhardt held the holy sword and walked at the back of the crowd, staring fixedly into the darkness.

With someone protecting them, the crowd's speed finally increased.

At the last moment of leaving, people vaguely saw the radiance of the Dragon Sword erupting with full force, and "them" in the darkness that flashed away under that radiance.

They were "Holy Spirits" with expressionless faces.

Overlapping, carrying an oil lamp, wandering in the darkness.

Wings broken, eye sockets rotten, covered in dark red blood, revealing white bones, the empty eye sockets suddenly turned back to look here.

"Ah——————!!"

In the corridor.

Ran pulled Conan and retreated more than ten steps in horror, her whole body shaking.

Let alone her, even many viewers in front of the screen were scared numb, jumping far away like grasshoppers, looking at the screen in horror.

Absolutely right.

Those things that turned into corpses had found them.

The people on the scene ran far away like frightened rabbits, leaving the door far behind.

"They are mortals after all, they don't understand that this seems like just pushing open a door, but it's actually a different dimension, a different dimensional depth; those things can't come over."

The King of Evil Spirits, who was scared like a quail just now, sneered, leaning against the door and looking down at these ordinary Earthlings with contempt.

They were just born well, born in the Divine Kingdom.

If it were on his continent, they would be considered too weak to even be a snack.

"After all..."

The Banshee Queen was about the same.

As a grudge spirit, she had a bone-deep disgust for the living, and just as she was about to say something, she saw the mortals below looking at her in horror, frantically pointing behind them.

"Behind, behind!!"

???

The next moment.

On the stairs below, people clearly saw a pair of pale, slender hands reach out from the ripples of the door, grab two near-gods, and retract them like catching two grasshoppers.

Immediately after, there was another familiar chewing sound that made one's scalp tingle.

"Giggle giggle..."