Chapter 607: Revenge

Under the influence of misfortune, the chaotic aura on Insi Zangeweier triggered the lingering Death God aura on the scissors, causing the never‑before‑activated "lethal" effect of the scissors to fire at this moment.

The feathered wolf whose eye sockets burned with pale flame froze, then its body collapsed; its feathers, some pure white, some stained with light‑yellow oil, fell off one by one, the coarse black short hair dulled, its aura became rotten and broken.

Leonard originally wanted to pull out the scissors and stab twice, but the dangerous premonition spreading in his mind let his reason outweigh his anger; using the writhing hunger he performed a mirror jump to distance himself from Insi Zangeweier.

As soon as Leonard left, exaggerated lightning converged in midair, intertwining to form a silvery, eye‑catching spear that, bearing a seemingly solid aura of destruction, fell from the sky and pierced Insi Zangeweier's lower body, shattering most of his incomplete mythic creature form.

After doing all this, Ke Lai'en raised his hand and kneaded his brow to ease the discomfort from excessive spiritual consumption, then left the gray mist, intending to personally kill Insi Zangeweier, avenging himself, the captain, and the innocent victims.

Before departing the space above the gray mist, he looked at the sky; the dusk spreading across the heavens appeared to his eyes as a massive sword cloaked in orange‑red light, cutting through the hazy glow composed of countless illusory things with unstoppable force, sending it swiftly toward decay, total collapse and annihilation.

Beside the now crippled Insi Zangeweier, after Ke Lai'en left the gray mist he quickly rushed over.

He restored his original appearance, lowered the half‑high silk top hat on his head, endured the influence of his incomplete mythic creature form, stepped forward slowly, took the revolver from his waist gun belt, and pressed it against Insi Zangeweier's almost unrecognizable head.

Sensing someone approaching, a strong sense of danger briefly freed Insi Zangeweier from the paralysis caused by the earlier thunder and the pain of losing most of his body; his charred flesh emitted a pungent odor, gray‑white fluid slowly oozed from his brain which trembled slightly, and his throat made a ho‑ho sound.

Ke Lai'en curled his mouth into an ugly grin and taunted the feeble, collapsing Insi Zangeweier: "It seems the 'lethal' effect is stronger than I expected; even a demigod can't endure it."

"Ha, I forgot, your remaining eye was also stabbed blind by Leonard, so you can't watch my revenge lose much fun."

Seemingly stimulated by Ke Lai'en's voice, Insi Zangeweier briefly regained some sanity, his hoarse, broken voice saying:

". Is. Is you"

"Yes, that's right, it's me, I've come for you to avenge!"

Bang! As soon as the words fell, Ke Lai'en unhesitatingly pulled the trigger; the muzzle of the "Funeral Bell" revolver fired a clear‑yellow bullet into Insi Zangeweier's skull.

This was the reward he received for solving Anderson's misfortune‑entwined problem; compared with the "Unwavering Until Death" scissors, he still felt the revolver suited his character better, and the negative effect of "Unwavering Until Death" was too strong, only to be given to a secret partner.

After a two‑second pause, Ke Lai'en tilted his head, letting tears linger at the corner of his eyes, and spoke again:

"The funeral bell tolls for you!"

Bang! The words fell, another gunshot rang.

The silver demon‑hunting bullet pierced Insi Zangeweier's spinal column, leaving only his head able to turn.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets burst from the "Funeral Bell" revolver, turning Insi Zangeweier's head into a wasp's nest.

"This is the final shot, avenging myself, avenging the peaceful life I can't return to."

While speaking, he pulled the hammer, poured the little remaining spirit into it, pulled the trigger, and fired a bullet imbued with a "slaughter" effect.

Bang! Insi Zangeweier's skull shattered in response, charred, gray‑white, dark‑red matter scattering on the ground.

"I thought you were already dead."

Dai Li, with blue eye shadow and blush, had at some point arrived beside Ke Lai'en, looking at this person both familiar and strange, unsure what to feel, finally sighing: "It's good, it's good."

"He should be happy, at least you're still alive."

A cold tear silently traced her cheek, falling onto the charred soil, splashing a white spot.

The whistling cold wind blew, Dai Li thrust both hands forward, a large door creaked and swayed, revealing a crack; countless transparent things surged out—some were skeletal arms, some vines sprouted with infant faces, some grotesque tentacles covered in fangs and eyes; they rushed toward Insi Zangeweier's corpse, dragging a semi‑transparent, vague spirit from his shattered body, pulling, tearing and devouring his remaining spirit piece by piece.

Ke Lai'en fell silent for a moment, then gave Dai Li a warm, flat smile: "Madam, we have completed the revenge."

"Yes, but my heart feels emptier." Dai Li stared faintly at the devoured spirit, her eyes gradually losing focus.

After a while, she suddenly came to herself, looked at the nervous Leonard and Ke Lai'en examining her, brushed her hair, and laughed lightly: "Ha, I merely sighed, not enough to seek death."

Not far away, Anderson, being considerate, did not approach those seemingly story‑laden people; he sat cross‑legged on a gray‑white stone, gazing at the sky.

At a spot on his forehead he could not see, a "Eye of Peeking Secrets" flickered with pure light, appearing and disappearing; as he moved, this "Eye of Peeking Secrets" also surveyed the sky above.

The "Eye of Peeking Secrets" sight passed through the orange‑red dusk and saw a warrior perched on a throne, sword planted before him.

His face was hidden behind a helm; his full armor exuded an indescribable sense of ruin and desolation.

Opposite this warrior, a figure was concealed among layers of steaming rumble and turning gears, bearing an indescribable weight, as if carrying a glorious history and civilization.

The "Eye of Peeking Secrets" only glanced briefly before shifting its gaze away, to prevent the other side from seeing it and the body entangled with A Meng.

The brilliant starry sky above silently vanished; the ever‑rising black fog, condensed from countless emotions and desires, seemed to lose its support and cascaded like a waterfall from the heavens.

Directly beneath the falling black "waterfall", in the place ignored by everyone, a weather‑worn man knelt devoutly on an altar.

His forehead, eye corners, and mouth bore deep wrinkles, yet his hair was jet‑black and glossy, without a single silver strand; his eyes glowed with a mad crimson, and he murmured in ancient Hermes language: "Creator of all, ruler behind the shadow veil, the fallen nature of all beings."

"Great Lord! Your faithful follower begs your descent, begs you to return to this land."

"Great Lord! I am willing to sacrifice my life, soul and faith, begging you to open the kingdom's gate."

As the prayer continued, this devout follower of the True Creator, the Black Saint Li Ao Ma Si Te of the Aurora Society, ignited an illusory transparent blood‑colored flame on his body, melting his flesh bit by bit into a dark‑red viscous liquid that writhed and boiled on the altar, gradually forming the shape of a doorway.

The black "waterfall" descending from the sky was guided by unseen forces into the doorway, expanding and completing it.

With the black "waterfall" falling, the place ignored by everyone interacted with the outside world again, reappearing in their view.

In an instant, all gazes turned there, some from the star realm, some from the abyssal mind‑world; the dragon‑shaped Errihogg suddenly restrained his breath, reverting to the old man with dark‑gold hair, and in front of him floated a closed brass‑colored book.

Around him, the various near‑real images of ancient gods and monsters that had been woven disappeared, including the towering giant that was Adam's incarnation.

Errihogg's gaze leisurely looked into the distance, piercing the barrier between the mind‑world and reality, toward the now‑formed summoning ritual belonging to the True Creator!

"What a grand performance, deceiving everyone, even the 'Mother Tree' in the starry sky became part of the stage."

"From today onward, the identity of 'Ancient Dragon' Errihogg will be completely equated with the 'Imaginary Dragon' Angelwide."

While murmuring softly, the brass book he held spontaneously flew out, turning into a faint yellow stream of light, piercing the spiritual sky atop the mind‑world, entering the spirit realm, and sinking into the library deep within the spirit realm.

In a low murmur, the bronze book he held in his hands flew off on its own, turning into a pale yellow stream of light that pierced the spiritual sky at the top of the spiritual world, entered the spirit realm, and sank into the library deep within the spirit realm.

Beren's Port, sealed within the independent space "Source of Peach Blossoms", countless time‑worms fluttered rapidly among books, becoming wandering lights and shadows.

Like parasites, they drilled holes through the towering wall of stacked books.

Finally, at some moment, a time‑worm successfully emerged from the pile of books.

Pale light swiftly coalesced, reshaping A Meng's figure; through theft, deception and concept‑swap, he made this time‑worm directly represent the whole, extracting all time‑worms from the stacked books.

Pale white light and shadow swiftly gathered, reassembling into A Meng's form; by means of stealing, deceit, and swapping concepts, he made this time worm directly equivalent to the whole, moving all the time worms out of the stacked books.

(End of Chapter)