Chapter 141 Our Own Kind!

"One of us!"

The Styx River churned, the black water boiled, and above the river of countless Saint Arbiters whose minds were collapsing, a firm voice echoed.

A great wind blew across Gu Shen's soul.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of cold; on the contrary, the temperature of the Styx River water was just right.

The mental warning from the crucifix pendant was working.

For most transcendents, this was almost an insurmountable death trap. They needed to use their mental power to withstand the toxins of the Styx River... and then personally experience the suffering that the Saint Arbiters had endured.

But for Gu Shen, it was quite the opposite.

The biggest "difficulty" in this calamity should be to denounce the light and join the "darkness."

Gu Shen didn't hesitate for even a second and directly stated his position.

He wasn't a Saint Arbiter, nor a believer of the City of Light. He had fled here because of the pursuit of the Child of Light's Blessing. What did denouncing the light matter?

If necessary, he could curse it all day long.

This dream was extremely realistic. Those "Saint Arbiters" who were fighting against the thoughts of the King of the Underworld looked in astonishment at Gu Shen, who spoke at this moment. They never expected that there would be such a "traitor" in their ranks!

Gu Shen remained unmoved.

He knew that all of this was false, and that battle had ended long ago.

He had been dragged into this nightmare because of the obsession of that "Saint Arbiter"... These Saint Arbiters had died many years ago, and their bodies had turned to withered bones.

Once the existence that maintained order in the City of Light, they had become wild ghosts wandering in hell after their death.

This act of dragging people into hell was actually completely contrary to the apparent meaning of the word "light."

With his statement.

The entire Styx River gradually became quiet.

The "King of the Underworld" standing high at the end of the river, watched the young man in front of him calmly through time and space, dreams, and roaring river water. In this broken dream, everything was already destined.

Gu Shen didn't believe that the King of the Underworld could see "him."

So he also raised his head and looked directly at the blood-colored pupils in the darkness.

This was a gaze exchanged between two Kings of the Underworld, separated by twenty years.

The huge figure sitting on the throne had a pale flame burning between his eyebrows. It was the "Nether Fire" in its peak state, now boiling and burning as if to burn a hole in the entire sky...

A flame also ignited between Gu Shen's eyebrows.

It's just that his flame was too, too far behind the "King of the Underworld" in his prime.

It was really just a very small flame.

It could be extinguished at any time.

Although small, it was there. This wisp of fire was the "symbol" of his identity.

A spark today.

Tomorrow, it can start a prairie fire.

"..."

Watching this faint and weak pale fire that could be extinguished at any time—

The tall black figure at the end of the Styx River remained silent, without saying a word.

Gu Shen suddenly felt that he was having an illusion. He felt that the guy whose face was covered by mist... seemed to smile slightly after seeing his flame.

The nightmare shattered.

The next moment, Gu Shen returned to reality.

The "blood-colored pupils" in the dark hall densely enveloped him, a scene of bleakness and vividness, but after Gu Shen ignited the Nether Fire between his eyebrows, these blood-colored pupils avoided him!

This was a symbol of "one of us"!

Gu Shen was stunned.

He subconsciously touched his brow, thinking that his words were really working... Could it be that the King of the Underworld could really hear his inner voice across twenty years and manipulate the future's fate?

As soon as this thought appeared, Gu Shen denied it himself.

Too absurd.

Not to mention the King of the Underworld, no God could do such a thing.

It should be his own "Nether Fire" that had a certain suppressing effect on the remnants of these Saint Arbiters...

In a sense, the previous King of the Underworld had fallen.

He was the true master of this hall.

But now... Gu Shen hadn't figured out the intention of the King of the Underworld to build the hall, and what happened back then.

"Wait, Mu Wanqiu is still in the nightmare..."

Gu Shen raised his head and saw in the distance where the blood-colored pupils were densely stacked, one after another remnant thought of the Saint Arbiters gathered on Mu Wanqiu. The woman who held a knife to chop bones was like a wooden sculpture at the moment.

A pretty face was full of anger, but it solidified.

Her spirit was dragged into a nightmare by the "Saint Arbiters"...

Without thinking too much, Mu Wanqiu was probably experiencing the tormenting battle of the Styx River back then!

Gu Shen immediately ejected a wisp of blazing fire and headed straight for Mu Wanqiu's sea of ​​consciousness...

Gu Shen didn't hesitate to enter the dream again.

This time, it was into Mu Wanqiu's dream!

Although Mu Wanqiu's [Judge] was an S-level ability and had some special induction with the Styx River, it didn't mean that she could break free from this nightmare as quickly as he could.

Moreover, there were too many "pupil lights" covering her.

The remnant thoughts of these Saint Arbiters seemed to be able to stack.

Even the most powerful transcendent with a strong mental will would probably find it difficult to resist this degree of torment...

But what he didn't expect—

With a "chih" sound!

The blazing fire was blocked when it crashed into Mu Wanqiu's eyebrows.

A huge snow-white phantom suddenly appeared. It was the [Judge] in a masterless state. Even without the blessing of the master's will, the Judge's shot speed was still extremely fast. It actually grabbed Gu Shen's blazing fire with its bare hands in an instant.

Gu Shen was a little helpless.

His battle with Meng Xiao consumed a lot of his spirit and he was also trapped by the golden hoop... It was almost impossible to rely on such a faint flame to break free from [Judge].

The snow-white Judge held the blazing fire and looked at Gu Shen with confused eyes.

Gu Shen pointed at Mu Wanqiu and sincerely opened his mouth, transmitting his inner voice with the fire.

"I'm here to save her."

He wondered if this guy could understand human language.

"..."

A brief silence.

The Judge in a pale snow-white coat stared at the blazing fire bouncing on its fingertips, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, it looked at Gu Shen, nodded slowly, released its fingers, and allowed the blazing fire to crash into its master's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fortunately, this guy could understand and had a high level of intelligence.

Gu Shen breathed a sigh of relief. In an emergency, he manipulated the blazing fire and swept directly into the sea of ​​consciousness of this North Continent S-level transcendent. As rumored, Mu Wanqiu was a spirit-based transcendent who had crossed two realms. She had set up layers of restrictions in her sea of ​​consciousness to prevent sudden "hypnosis."

It's just that these few levels were quickly broken through by the blazing fire!

"Ding dong."

In a flash of lightning.

The scene in front of Gu Shen's eyes changed rapidly.

He once again... returned to the battlefield twenty years ago.

...

...

A dream is a nihilistic world built by mental power.

Every dreamer does not "wake up" in this nihilistic world the moment they fall asleep.

It takes time to realize that you are "in a dream."

The speed of awakening is related to the strength of the transcendent's mental power and the firmness of their will.

Even though Mu Wanqiu was a first-class spirit-based genius, the time she woke up was still a little later than Gu Shen's... because there were too many "pupil lights" covering her. Those Saint Arbiters were like vengeful ghosts who owed debts, who hadn't met a debtor in eight hundred years. Now that they finally encountered a living person, they all swarmed towards her sea of ​​consciousness.

Every Saint Arbiter who was abandoned by the King of the Underworld in the hall only did one thing after "waking up"... that was to find a "living person", drag the "living person" into a dream, and torture them to death!

Originally, the two people who stepped into this hall would be dragged into the dream and each bear half of the resentment.

But under the protection of the "Nether Fire," Gu Shen quickly broke free from the dream, and the part of the blood-colored pupil light that originally shrouded Gu Shen quickly shifted... These withered bones directly targeted Mu Wanqiu.

What awaited her was not just a nightmare.

But countless hundreds and thousands of them!

Cannons were flying and screams were heard.

"I am... on the battlefield where the Saint Arbiters attacked the King of the Underworld twenty years ago!"

After Mu Wanqiu woke up, she reacted extremely quickly.

The Saint Arbiter she was currently residing in was the "lucky one" at the rear of the team who had not yet had time to charge. This nightmare started very early, giving her plenty of time to react.

Of course.

Lucky... was only relative.

When she realized what all this meant, the thoughts of the King of the Underworld had swept in from the depths of the hall.

In an instant, these Saint Arbiters were annihilated.

The time it took for the reserve soldiers at the rear of the team and the chargers at the front of the team to shatter their bodies was only a few seconds apart.

"These 'blood-colored pupils'... are emitted by the Saint Arbiters!"

Mu Wanqiu's spirit had a sharp, intense pain.

It was the first time she had seen such a strange curse in this world. The Saint Arbiters who had died many years ago were dormant in the Underworld King's Hall, dragging people to their death... And then, she saw the scene in her nightmare!

The Styx River was mighty!

Sweeping the souls of hundreds of Saint Arbiters!

The King of the Underworld sat at the end of the long river shrouded in black mist, without saying a word, using all means of thunder. The souls of these Saint Arbiters were washed over and over again...

Mu Wanqiu wanted to struggle, to summon [Judge]!

But she failed.

Her ability was completely forbidden in this dream, because the Saint Arbiters' curse was bestowed by the King of the Underworld. This was an absolute suppression of rank... She completely lost contact with [Judge] and seemed to become an unknown lonely ghost on this Styx River.

So Mu Wanqiu could only be forced to feel the spiritual torment that the Saint Arbiter who had dragged her into the dream had experienced back then.

Because she was an "observer" and had a strong enough mental power.

She knew very well that these pains were not torments directly applied to her.

She could distinguish between reality and illusion.

And then... after the Saint Arbiter's soul exploded, she had an ominous premonition.

The Styx River water swept over her.

Familiar faces appeared in her mind.

Her parents, relatives...

Lu Zhe, the Legion Commander...

The dark methods that once tormented the Saint Arbiters to the point of mental collapse were about to be repeated on her?!

Mu Wanqiu gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and prepared to resist.

But what she never expected was... just as she was about to resist the mental impact, a face that shouldn't have appeared here for no reason appeared in Mu Wanqiu's mind.

A handsome and young face with flames burning between his eyebrows, barely considered good-looking.

"Gu Shen..."

Mu Wanqiu was slightly stunned and subconsciously called out the name of the person in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Wait a minute... why Gu Shen?

She had only known this guy for a few days, and they had only exchanged a few words.

It would be a little too enthusiastic to describe it as a chance encounter.

Shouldn't the spiritual torment of this nightmare go straight to the biggest "soft spot" in her heart?

Just as Mu Wanqiu was confused.

She seemed to have another auditory hallucination in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's me."

The churning black water of the Styx River stopped abruptly just before it was about to hit Mu Wanqiu's forehead.

Five slender fingers gathered and formed in the flying river water.

The second transcendent stepped into this nightmare unreasonably!

In the Styx River, countless Saint Arbiters looked at the position where Mu Wanqiu's soul was floating, roaring and roaring. Their holy and bright faces had long been eroded by the black water, and they were melted out of shape, so that they looked more like ghosts.

And not a drop of the Styx River water fell on her.

Gu Shen stood in front of Mu Wanqiu's soul.

He gently reached out and wiped it.

A wisp of extremely slender fire thread gathered in the air, cutting through the water screen and cutting off all the roaring and roaring of this boiling river—

This scene.

Was really too shocking.

Mu Wanqiu stared blankly at the young figure facing away from her, and once suspected that this moment was the real illusion.

"I'm here to save you."

Gu Shen did not look back and said softly: "Don't resist, take this flame."

He stretched out two fingers and gently wiped them in front of him, and the slender fire thread shrunk again and was gathered by him.

Mu Wanqiu stretched out her hands and carefully held this wisp of pale flame.

She was a little dazed.

She once wanted to observe Gu Shen's "blazing fire" up close...

But unfortunately, that opportunity was fleeting and she didn't seize it at that time.

And now.

She "got her wish" and held the blazing fire, so she could examine it carefully.

However, Mu Wanqiu did not see anything special about Gu Shen's "blazing fire."

If there was one thing that was special.

It was that after she held the flame—

The originally nervous heart soon stopped being restless, and the pictures that appeared in her mind also disappeared. Only transcendents who had experienced the spiritual impact of the Styx River would know... how fortunate it was for the sea of ​​consciousness to be calm under the shroud of the Styx River.

She looked at Gu Shen in front of her with a complicated expression.

The unreasonable thought that had appeared before reappeared.

...

...

Gu Shen's gaze had been on the end of the long river.

It was not difficult for him to escape from the Saint Arbiters' turbid dream.

But taking someone with him.

Was not so simple.

As the towering figure on the throne leaned forward slightly, the weight that was enough to crush the entire world also poured down... but this pressure was not on Mu Wanqiu's soul.

The Styx River water splashed, and the entire world seemed to have really tilted an angle.

There was no flame burning between Gu Shen's eyebrows.

His wisp of "fire" was given to Mu Wanqiu.

But the identity of the "King of the Underworld" remained.

Perhaps because they had just met once, Gu Shen always felt that the King of the Underworld in front of him did not really exert pressure on him... The gesture of leaning forward seemed to express a very simple meaning.

Why are you here again?!

Of course, the King of the Underworld would not speak.

The Styx River was in chaos. Apart from the scolding and roaring of the Saint Arbiters' souls, there was only the sound of the majestic thunder constantly exploding on the river surface.

Gu Shen looked at the tall black figure and said seriously, word by word: "I am here to take someone away."

After saying that.

He turned his head slightly.

Indicating that the person he wanted to take away was Mu Wanqiu.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt exploded not far in front of Gu Shen!

This was the King of the Underworld's response to him!

Take someone away?

Absolutely impossible!

This turbid dream was a curse created by the King of the Underworld himself.

Back then, his Styx River was about to be completed... but it was destroyed by the God of Light leading the Saint Arbiter Legion. These Saint Arbiters who did not know how to live or die were sealed by him forever in the dark hall, in order to vent the anger in his heart.

The King of the Underworld in this residual dream was full of anger and would not let go of any soul that fell into the Styx River!

Of course...

This was just a residual dream after all.

If he could withstand the following "spiritual torment," then he could escape this disaster.

It was just that the King of the Underworld probably did not expect that the means of venting his anger that he had implemented would meet Gu Shen twenty years later.

In any case, this residual dream was woven by the power of "Nether Fire" after all.

Nether Fire meets Nether Fire, and naturally they will not kill each other.

But wanting to take someone away was too much.

Several blood-colored thunders exploded one after another on the surface of the Styx River, and this monstrous anger was like a stern questioning and threat.

Gu Shen did not retreat.

He slowly opened his mouth to the black figure at the end of the long river and said: "You can't touch her. She is the apostle of the King of the Underworld."

Mu Wanqiu: "???"

Black shadow: "..."

However, Mu Wanqiu was surprised to find that after Gu Shen finished speaking, the thunder on the river surface seemed to have stopped falling!

The dark existence who had leaned forward slowly sat back and stretched out a palm to support his chin.

The "King of the Underworld" seemed to be lost in thought.

For a time, the sense of oppression dissipated a lot, and the thunder on the river gradually subsided, leaving only the miserable howls of those Saint Arbiters who were being tormented and collapsing.

"Repeat after me."

Gu Shen glanced back at Mu Wanqiu and said: "I hate the light."

"I hate the light!"

Mu Wanqiu opened her mouth almost without hesitation.

She said the words of sincerity from the bottom of her heart: "I hate the City of Light, I hate the Saint Arbiters, and I hate the God of Light!"

As soon as these words came out.

Mu Wanqiu had a kind of illusion.

The Styx River water seemed to have become gentle.

She looked nervously at the black figure sitting on the throne. The blood pupils of the "King of the Underworld" seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Even though she knew that she was not lying, she was still a little nervous and couldn't help but look at Gu Shen inquiringly.

Did she need to say more?

Gu Shen saw Mu Wanqiu's inquiry and shook his head.

After a brief wait.

"Heh..."

A nihilistic and faint laughter seemed to sound from the dome.

The face of the King of the Underworld that was shrouded in mist slowly nodded, and Mu Wanqiu's soul felt a burst of relaxation.

She returned to reality.

"Clang!"

The long knife fell, constantly vibrating, and finally returned to calm.

Back in reality, Mu Wanqiu gasped for breath.

She stood up with her knees supported.

Countless blood-colored pupils slowly moved away from her...

Mu Wanqiu stretched out her hand with lingering fear and held the long knife again, but even so, the sense of security in her heart did not increase much.

Her body had unknowingly become so weak in the nightmare just now that she didn't even have enough strength to hold the hilt of the knife after returning to reality...

Helplessly.

She propped herself up on the knife with both hands and barely stood up.

"Are you okay?"

A gentle voice sounded not far away.

At this moment, Gu Shen's condition seemed to be better than Mu Wanqiu's...

The damage caused by the nightmare just now could be ignored.

"I'm fine... it's just that my spirit was slightly frustrated and I will be able to recover soon."

Mu Wanqiu leaned against the stone wall, her voice slightly hoarse.

After experiencing the nightmare just now, she no longer dared to draw her knife easily, and even more dared not chop these "Saint Arbiters" who were full of resentment.

The withered bones that were chopped up by her were jumping and bouncing in the darkness.

They had already died.

They were already immortal.

Due to the curse of the "King of the Underworld," even if they were cut into thousands of pieces, they could still be reassembled.

Mu Wanqiu suddenly had a feeling. She raised her head and looked at the [Judge] who had been guarding her during her dream. The tall snow-white ghost shadow nodded to its master at this moment.

It held up Gu Shen's wisp of "blazing fire" like a lamp.

Mu Wanqiu's expression was complicated.

It was this wisp of flame.

That had protected her soul.

She said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Gu... thank you."

Tsk, the address had changed, from calling him by his name to Brother Gu.

Gu Shen smiled and shook his head: "There is no need to thank me, I owe it to you."

Earlier, when he was being chased by Meng Xiao, if it wasn't for Mu Wanqiu's mistake in opening the [Gate] of the Styx River, then he wouldn't be standing here now.

Mu Wanqiu nodded and didn't say anything more.

Regarding this matter... it seemed that Mu Wanqiu just said a thank you casually, and Gu Shen replied that there was no need to thank him, and it ended there.

But that was not the case.

Mu Wanqiu was never the kind of pretentious and reserved person. She did things decisively and had principles.

She would repay kindness.

She would avenge grudges.

For her, saving Gu Shen's life earlier was just following her heart.

She didn't want Gu Shen to repay her.

But now Gu Shen had saved her, which was a favor.

Gu Shen could not care, but she could not.

"You said earlier... I am the apostle of the King of the Underworld..."

After recovering for a moment, Mu Wanqiu suddenly thought of a very important thing.

"You..."

She stared at Gu Shen's eyes, wanting to force him to reveal his true identity.

But before she could finish her words, she was interrupted.

"Don't forget, I entered your sea of ​​consciousness."

Gu Shen said calmly: "I naturally saw your unspeakable 'secret nightmare'... It is necessary to explain that I don't have the habit of peeping into dreams. In that situation, I had no choice if I wanted to save you."

"You stepped into the Doru River and were entangled by the dream of the Styx River. In that dream, [Judge] carried you across with a big flag to see the King of the Underworld at the end of the other shore."

Gu Shen said the content of that dream.

He asked faintly: "If you are not the [Apostle] of the King of the Underworld, then who is?"

(End of this chapter)