Chapter 577

Abel was trapped in the wall, feeling his body almost no longer belonged to himself, even moving his fingers felt difficult.

The other godheirs, unlike Godheir·Desire, did not possess such strong regenerative abilities, and Abel was no exception.

"Good!"

A councilor suddenly shouted loudly, deafeningly, "No wonder it's Your Excellency Tang Luo, your strength is impressive, admirable!"

Tang Luo gave that councilor a half-smile, half-not smile glance.

Several people stepped back in unison, forcing themselves to say: "Tang Luo, please consider the bigger picture."

"Exactly." Tang Luo jumped down from the windowsill, walked over, "Indeed, we should consider the bigger picture."

Speaking, he unleashed the Heavenly Gang Fire, burning one person into a "fireball," the agonized screams piercing and endless.

"I've wanted to say this for a long time: I am the bigger picture." Tang Luo faced the pallid crowd, continuing, "And I excel at ordinary beings, so I'll enlighten a few, sending you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."

Picking up the fallen gun on the floor, confirming the ammunition was sufficient, after a few gunshots, the room instantly fell silent.

Physical enlightenment, Buddhist (gun) doctrine profound.

Only Abel, embedded in the wall, and Tang Luo remained.

As for Kohl·Sis, this fellow was clever, his position was also favorable, near the room's main door.

When Tang Luo appeared, Kohl·Sis scrambled and crawled out running, Tang Luo paid no attention, naturally someone would deal with him.

Kohl, having run out of the room, dashed down the stairs desperately, yet grew increasingly uneasy inside.

He ran all the way down, why hadn't he seen a single person?

Throughout the tower, there were clearly guards everywhere, he and Abel had seen them clearly when coming up, now not a single one remained.

Kohl reached the base of the tower, the gate to the outside world was shut, leaving only a gap, light and noisy sounds pouring in through that crack.

Symbolizing the hope of survival and the prosperity of the human world.

The destruction of the branch, now this city is quite chaotic.

As long as you get out, blend into the crowd, there's a chance!

Kohl's legs were like fire-wheels, he rushed to the gate, reached out to pull it open, suddenly his foot tripped, he fell forward.

His head slammed hard into the gate, his face made intimate contact with the gate, simultaneously pushing the gate forward a bit.

Just enough to close the original gap.

A bit of light disappeared, the surroundings instantly grew darker.

Kohl shuddered in terror, looking back, he saw the originally empty room now piled with corpses at some unknown time.

A hand grabbed his right foot—precisely the hand that had tripped him.

The owner of that hand, naturally, was also a mutilated corpse, half his body scorched black, half gone.

It slowly lifted its head to look at Kohl: "It hurts! It hurts!"

The remaining corpses also lifted their heads simultaneously, howling: "It hurts, it hurts!"

"Why did you kill us?"

"Why did you kill us?"

Kohl knew, these disfigured corpses were all members of the Holy Sect branch, they were Tang Luo's "funerary sacrifices."

"It's not my fault!" Kohl screamed, "I originally didn't want to kill you!"

"Blame that Tang Luo! If he had died earlier, you wouldn't have died!"

"Yes, it's all his fault!"

The piercing cries ended in hoarse whispers, Kohl had shouted his throat raw.

The hands on his feet kept increasing, he panicked, trying to stand up, but those corpses dragged him back onto the ground.

He could only struggle futilely, turning his body to scratch at the gate, right before him, within reach.

Outside, the roaring crowd, Kohl could hear it, but he could no longer "touch" it.

The corpses behind him pounced like evil wolves, pressing down on him, gradually submerging him.

"It's not my fault..."

Kohl stretched one hand out from the pile of corpses, limp and drooping.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie watched Kohl collapse before the door, gradually losing all signs of life.

"I didn't expect our illusionary techniques combined to have such an effect." Ao Yulie said, "Second Senior Brother, maybe we should focus on studying this aspect in the future."

"Heh." Zhu Bajie waved his hand, "The two of us teaming up, killing a stray dog of a mortal is this troublesome, still studying? Better if the master was decisive, never mind the details, just punch and it's done."

"Then let's go up." Ao Yulie said, "I don't know where that world-destroyer is hiding."

In the room above the tower, Tang Luo pulled over a chair to sit, looking at Abel and said: "You godheirs, compared to demons, you're weak."

"... What are you saying?" Abel struggled to speak.

"You're weaker than demons." Tang Luo said.

This weakness is literal, for Tang Luo and his kind, godheirs are indeed weaker than demons in some sense.

Because their damage immunity isn't as high as demons'!

To Tang Luo, these godheirs feel more like demon hunters—of course, demon hunters have no damage immunity at all.

Godheirs do have it, just not as exaggerated as demons'.

Take that big explosion Tang Luo experienced, if it were a demon instead, even a low-level demon would at most just be buried.

But if it were a godheir, they might actually get injured—this one won't, he has so-called absolute defense, added up enough to resist damage.

"Your power comes from the World-Destroyer, he passed his power to you? Transmitted skill?" Tang Luo said.

The World-Destroyer's power overlaps with godheirs' power in several aspects.

The Holy Sect's data on the World-Destroyer is only partial, just confirming he has that ability, not sure if he only has those abilities.

The five godheirs have confirmed five of the World-Destroyer's abilities.

"How could someone as insignificant as you, an ignorant mortal, possibly comprehend the greatness of the Master?" Abel said.

"Yeah, yeah, then why don't you call him out and fight me?" Tang Luo said casually.

Abel said nothing.

"Come on, as a two-faced traitor, a betrayer, you actually chickened out at the crucial moment?" Tang Luo said: I look down on you.

Abel was very agitated: "I'm not a traitor!"

"You used my hands to get other god-bloods killed, and then claim you're not a two-faced traitor?" Tang Luo said.

The Heavenly Roaring Dog jumped in through the window and tossed in a wrinkled, peach-pit-like object.

This is the remains of that Larry.

Tang Luo had originally planned to use this thing to find Abel, but didn't expect him to show up on his own.

Abel stared at Larry's remains and sneered: "What are they even?! Do they deserve to share the Master's favor and glory with me? They all deserve to die!"

"... You're not even raising the banner of purging the court?" Tang Luo was a bit surprised.

I originally thought this guy was a complete two-faced traitor, but unexpectedly... he's actually a sycophant!

And a proactive, capable sycophant at that—only allowing himself to lick, forbidding others from doing so.

This is getting a bit troublesome.

"Why bother for a worthless world-destroyer?" Tang Luo changed tactics, trying to use provocation.

Abel fell for it: "What did you say!" He even tried to break out of the wall to fight Tang Luo to the death.

Tang Luo flicked his finger, sending Abel flying back—this time his bones shattered completely, his body nearly turning into a puddle of rotten mud.

Only the surface remained intact; he could still speak and communicate with Tang Luo.

Though questioning him, Tang Luo had no intention of yielding to Abel.

At worst, I'll convert him, then convert all the demons, and see if this turtle-headed world-destroyer dares to show himself.

"If you think the world-destroyer isn't worthless, let him come out and fight me. If he wins, I'll admit he's not worthless." Tang Luo said.

The method was clumsy, but effective.

When the world-destroyer was mentioned, Abel—who had previously seemed full of schemer-like aura—became agitated, shouting about the world-destroyer's greatness, saying things like how once the Master awakens, he will reshape the world, etc.

This gave Tang Luo a useful piece of information.

The world-destroyer is in slumber, and likely spends most of his time asleep.

So, how are demons actually created?

"How were you born?" Tang Luo suddenly asked. "Did the world-destroyer give birth to you?"

Abel's expression grew increasingly frenzied; he ignored Tang Luo's question and continued ranting about the world-destroyer's greatness.

His aura became erratic—sometimes like a stagnant pool, making one feel he'd die the next second;

sometimes like an erupting volcano, even making the Heavenly Roaring Dog's fur stand on end.

Tang Luo continued to provoke Abel with words—sometimes belittling the world-destroyer as worthless, sometimes stirring up conflict between them.

Abel's only movable part, his head, showed shifting expressions.

Suddenly, the ferocious expression on his face subsided, becoming extremely solemn: "My Master shall soon return, you ignorant mortals, you shall shortly die."

"Huh?" Tang Luo was a bit surprised—was the world-destroyer suddenly about to awaken?

Before Tang Luo could ask more, Abel's head drooped, all vitality vanished from his body, and he turned into a corpse.

"Master."

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie walked in: "Have you found where the world-destroyer is hiding?"

"Looks like he's about to appear, just don't know where..."

Tang Luo said, and his words had just fallen.

The Heavenly Roaring Dog let out a sudden low growl; Ao Yulie's face turned pale, Zhu Bajie furrowed his brows.

A strange sound emerged from within them, like the sound of flowing water.

The sounds from Ao Yulie and the Heavenly Roaring Dog were quite distinct, while Zhu Bajie's was faint, barely there.

"What nonsense is this, pretending to be mystical!"

Zhu Bajie snorted coldly, a rosy light flashed on his body, suppressing the restless blood within, his eyes like lightning as he gazed outward.

But for a moment, he found no trace of anything.

"Damn it, Master! My qi and blood are surging, I can't control it!" Ao Yulie shouted loudly, dragon scales faintly appearing on his body, with an urge to reveal his true form.

The Heavenly Roaring Dog's condition was similar—black flames danced on his limbs, and he let out low growls from his mouth.

"This 'soon' is a bit too fast." Tang Luo looked at Abel's corpse: "Bajie, take them and the others far away."

Zhu Bajie glanced at Abel's corpse: "Yes, Master."

He reached out and grabbed, pulling Ao Yulie and the Heavenly Roaring Dog into his palm, flew out of the tower, then swung his arm.

People in the city uncontrollably flew up, only feeling as if they had entered water, their bodies light and floating yet hard to move.

Amidst terrified screams, they were sent outside the city.

"Stop pretending to be mystical—come out."

Tang Luo stood up and punched Abel's corpse.

The originally dead Abel suddenly raised his hand, blocking Tang Luo's fist.

The sound of rushing water suddenly surged, like a great tide coming in.

"After a hundred years of slumber, it seems even the Holy Sect has produced a figure—what a pity..."

Abel gushed out large amounts of blood, wrapping his entire body, forming a crimson sphere.

Shortly after, the sphere dispersed, and a man with pale skin, dressed in exquisite and splendid attire, stood before Tang Luo.

The man had a handsome face, a neatly trimmed small mustache, black hair with hints of red, slightly curled, falling to his shoulders.

The red-black clothing on his body looked quite heavy, like something worn only on grand occasions.

The most crucial thing was that he was still holding a withering rose in his hand.

When the rose petals floated in midair, they turned into a drop of red blood and vanished.

"Hah, startled?"

The man looked at Tang Luo's somewhat surprised expression and dropped the rose in his hand.

The rose fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blood, which then rapidly spread outward.

In just a few blinks, it covered the entire tower and continued spreading outward.

Covering the entire city would merely be a matter of one or two minutes.

"Master, why did this mission suddenly change? It feels very strange." Zhu Bajie's voice came through.

When Abel raised his hand to block Tang Luo's punch, blood-colored mist spread, and the man appeared at that moment.

Tang Luo and the others' mission then changed, and this change felt very strange.

At that instant, Tang Luo and the others clearly felt that the original mission change should have been smoothly completed, with rewards descending and them being sent back to the real world simultaneously.

But the emerging information suddenly became blurred.

Then it turned into the current new mission: "Eliminate the Source."

Simple four characters, yet their meaning behind them is not simple.

Who is this flamboyant man, that he could cause the mission to change?

"I also feel a bit strange, but it's fine." Tang Luo said, "I thought defeating the boss was an important part of the mission, but I didn't expect this mission to just require finding the Destroyer to be over. Without this sudden change, we might have returned directly and suffered a great loss."

"Exactly!" Zhu Bajie also realized this—lucky, we almost suffered a great loss.

"Then I'll go to headquarters now and collect all the Sacred Hearts." Zhu Bajie said.

"Also gather the demon hunters together and capture another demon." Tang Luo said, "When we see the Destroyer dead, we'll check if the demons die too, and if so, we'll take the sacred weapons along."

"Time is a bit tight." Zhu Bajie said, "If we could have more time, that would be better."

"In this aspect, as your master, I'm like an African—prepare well first."

"Then Master, you should question this Destroyer properly." Zhu Bajie and the others went off to attend to their affairs.

And Tang Luo...

"What, really startled into silence?" In the blood-red tower, the Destroyer elegantly circled Tang Luo once before standing before him.

Tang Luo focused his gaze, looked at him, and suddenly threw a punch.

The fist pierced through the Destroyer's chest, exiting through his body.

"Tsk, acting without a word."

The Destroyer smiled and said.

"Indeed, somewhat like..." Tang Luo withdrew his hand, looked at the bloodstains on it, gave a light shake, and shook all the bloodstains onto the ground.

Those bloodstains writhed like living things, merging into the blood beneath their feet.

These bloodstains made Tang Luo think of the corrupt blood from the real-world mission.

It was practically the active, complete version of corrupt blood.

"Have you invaded other worlds? My sword once encountered corrupt blood nearly identical to yours." Tang Luo looked at the Destroyer and asked.

The Destroyer's smiling expression gradually faded as he looked at Tang Luo: "Wait, you're not a demon hunter... your aura?!"

Suddenly, the surrounding blood began to boil.

"You are—running dog!"

"Hahahaha, indeed you've come, you pack of running dogs, too bad you're already too late!"

"I have broken free of my shackles! Now I am free! Die!"