Chapter 31 The End Draws Near

The twilight of the gods was finally nearing its end.

At this moment when the gods of the Prime Universe were falling, those god-demons from higher dimensions were focusing all their attention on a single player.

The battle between Feng Bujue and Infinite had become a fateful duel spanning two dimensions, determining the destiny of countless people, gods, and demons.

Victory, or defeat.

Would lead the two worlds… toward two completely different futures.

In this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, I felt… that we should split the narrative…

Let’s first take a look at a few other unfinished matters…

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First, the Necromantic Kingdom…

There, in the main hall of the royal city, three figures stood side by side before the throne.

The three were Li Ruoyu, Gu Xiaoling, and An Yueqin.

By now, those from the Illusory Demon Church had all departed, with much to settle; Zhuanjiezun and Dianhe Wang had also returned to the Deduction Club, preparing for the coming new era; as for the Formless Demon, Zero’s mirror puppet… he had long since left without a word, his whereabouts unknown.

Those still in the hall at this moment, besides the newly enthroned Spirit King on the throne, were the three players from Hell Front.

“Then… let us begin.”

After reaching an agreement with the players, Fuling stood up. She raised her right hand and grasped at the air… In an instant, a longsword with a skull-decorated hilt appeared in her hand.

The next second, Ruoyu, Xiaoling, and Huajian stepped forward in unison, kneeling on one knee and bowing their heads slightly.

Of course, they weren’t proposing to Fuling, nor were they admitting guilt; they… were awaiting “conferment.”

“Immortal land, unwavering ambition.” Fuling raised the [Holy Sword of the Dead] respectfully, holding it vertically before her chest, and solemnly proclaimed, “Ascension ceremony, witnessed by all spirits.”

At this point, Fuling turned slightly, looking at Ruoyu to her left: “In the name and power of the Spirit King, I bestow upon [Siyu Ruoli]…” As she spoke, she slowly and steadily moved the sword, gently touching Ruoyu’s nape and shoulders with the back of the blade, “…the title of Death Knight.”

As the “title” was spoken, a hazy white light enveloped Ruoyu, and at the same time, a “cape” with shoulder armor quietly appeared behind her.

It was a set of bone-colored shoulder armor, with a pure white cape trimmed with silver behind it; in the very center of the cape was a special crystal-colored crest… this was the exclusive emblem of Fuling, the new Spirit King, its shape resembling a broken rose pieced together from fractured human bones.

“Pledge allegiance to our King, witnessed by all spirits.” Ruoyu also raised her head and spoke her “knight’s declaration”; and thus, a brief conferment ceremony was completed.

In short, after conferring the title of knight upon Xiaoling and Huajian in the same manner, Fuling put away her sword and returned to the throne.

Then, with a smile on her face, she said to the three players, “My knights, please rise.”

The three beauties, hearing this, all breathed a sigh of relief and stood up together.

“From this day forward, you shall be the ‘Three Death Knights’ personally appointed by me, the Spirit King.” Two seconds later, Fuling continued, “As long as you are in the Prime Universe, no matter how far apart you may be, you can borrow the power of the dead in the name of the knights. All the heroic spirits of the kingdom throughout the ages are your backing.”

With the ceremony over, Fuling no longer needed to speak to them so formally; she herself didn’t like pretentious language, and even as a “new god,” she still preferred to speak plainly most of the time.

“Hehe…” Xiaoling seemed to like this “knight title” quite a bit, and immediately replied with a smile, “Long live our King~ From now on, I, the ‘Bone Knight,’ will just use your name when I’m out and about.”

[Bone] was Xiaoling’s special code name as a knight; all Death Knights would have a code name of their own, and Ruoyu and Huajian naturally had theirs as well, namely [Rain] and [Flower]; the code name of a Death Knight was mostly a single character or a word, and that character or word also hinted at the “ability” they could wield.

“This King also believes that you three…” Fuling nodded in response, “Will not disgrace this honor.”

After saying this, Fuling seemed to remember something, and she immediately continued, “By the way, where is Feng Bujue now? With his contributions, he could even be made crown prince.”

“He has matters to attend to and will likely pay his respects to the Spirit King at a later date,” Ruoyu replied.

“Mm… very well then.” Fuling replied, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

“However…” Ruoyu immediately added, “He has arranged for someone whom he hopes you can keep by your side.”

“Oh?” Fuling’s face showed suspicion, “Aren’t you otherworldly travelers unable to stay in this world for long? How can this person stay?”

“The one who will stay is not an otherworldly traveler like us.” At this time, Huajian took over the conversation and took out an item from her bag, “But… him.”

With that, she activated the magatama in her hand.

Instantly, a tall, crimson monster figure flashed into existence, standing proudly before the throne.

The moment Fuling saw this uninvited guest, her expression immediately changed, because with just one glance, she sensed an astonishing power from him…

“So, this is the new Spirit King?” The Blood Corpse God wasn’t a very polite person (let’s just call him a person for now), and as soon as he appeared, he sized Fuling up and down, commenting, “No wonder you wiped out ‘Soul Thief,’ your presence is not bad at all.”

“Who are you?” Fuling asked, looking at him nervously, “Why have I never known… that there is someone like you in the Prime Universe.”

“That kind of thing… I’ll slowly chat with you about it later.” The Blood Corpse God still had his own way of doing things, “Anyway, I’ll be staying here with you for a very long time.”

“What are you doing here with me?” Fuling asked.

“Being your thug, of course,” the Blood Corpse God replied.

“You?” Fuling was taken aback upon hearing this, “You… are acting as my ‘thug’?” It wasn’t that she doubted the Blood Corpse God’s abilities, but she felt that… for a “thug,” the other party’s combat power was too high…

“That was Feng Bujue’s idea.” The Blood Corpse God spread out his hands, “Of course, I don’t mind either… On the one hand, I need a wider space to cultivate; on the other hand, in the process of fighting for you, I can ‘feed freely.’” He laughed as he talked about eating, “Hehe… speaking of which, do you have any prisoners waiting to be executed on hand? I’m starving.”

Looking at the Blood Corpse God’s expression and listening to his words, Fuling, the Spirit King, couldn’t help but feel a little bewildered.

“Spirit King.” Xiaoling saw her hesitation and took the opportunity to say, “Please rest assured, the Blood Corpse God is trustworthy. It is indeed our team leader’s intention for him to stay here.” She paused, then said, “Right now, you have just ascended the throne, and your foundation is unstable; the kingdom’s combat strength has also been greatly damaged, and many things are yet to be decided; in this situation, the Blood Corpse God can just replace the ‘Nine Dead Spirits’ and fight for you, fortifying the country and securing the realm.”

“That’s right…” Huajian also chimed in with a smile, “Anyway, his pursuit is just to eat his opponents after the fight… Staying here with you is undoubtedly a win-win situation.”

“Mm…” Fuling considered it and felt that what they said made sense. In any case, it was unlikely that Feng Bujue sent the Blood Corpse God to usurp the throne; if he really wanted to do that… he wouldn’t have helped her ascend the throne in the first place, “Okay, since it’s Feng Bujue’s intention…” She turned to look at the Blood Corpse God, “I have no reason to refuse such a powerful warrior.”

…

At the same time, in the Mirror World.

This world, composed of black and white, was now gray.

The sky, the abyss, the Vermilion Path, the sun, the moon, and even the smoke and dust… had all become a hazy gray.

The Mirror Demon was dead.

The Mirror World had become an empty shell without a master.

And the vast, ocean-like demon qi poured out from the shattered Six Union Mirror, filling this empty shell.

“Fu—” Meng Jingchan collapsed on the gray Vermilion Path, lying on his back, staring at the sky… and lit himself a cigarette.

He was still alive, but his injuries were extremely severe, so severe that he could no longer sit up on his own.

“Stinky brat…” After taking a puff of the cigarette, Brother Chan looked at the gray sky and muttered, “I think I know why you wanted to apologize to us.”

Yes… why did Gui Xiao apologize to his four teammates before attacking the Mirror Demon? The reason was… he knew that this strike from the [Left Hand of Judgment] would not only kill the Mirror Demon and bounce himself to death… but also that the leaked power would sweep everyone around him into it, inflicting a devastating blow.

“And that guy Wusicanxuan…” Meng Jingchan paused for a few seconds, then said, “Saying he had already let go of the ‘burden of the captain,’ but… before he died, he still used his last breath to help me withstand the fatal damage, ha…” He smiled bitterly, “Clearly planning to leave me, this ‘last hope,’ to continue the competition.”

Soon, Brother Chan finished that cigarette.

The intense pain all over his body didn’t ease at all because of it: “Ah… anyway, I should first try to deal with the fractures in a few key areas, otherwise it will be difficult to even get up…”

Thinking of this, he clenched his teeth and tried to roll over first.

“No need to bother.” But at this moment, an unfamiliar voice entered Brother Chan’s ears.

At this moment, Meng Jingchan’s heart… sank to the bottom.

An instinct told him that the visitor was not friendly…

“Sigh… let me guess…” Meng Jingchan looked at the strange figure wearing a hood who had stood beside him, and sighed as he asked, “Did Feng Bujue send you?”

“You guessed right.” Duoma looked down at Meng Jingchan and said calmly.

“Are you here to kill me?” Meng Jingchan asked again.

“He did tell me… that when I came to this Mirror World, I might encounter one or two dying guys who haven’t completely died yet.” Duoma continued, “Now it seems… you’re the only one left, right?”

“Huff…” Meng Jingchan let out a long breath, seemingly resigned to his fate, “I really can’t do anything about that guy… calculating things so meticulously, not even leaving a single breath for others, in a sense…” He simply lit another cigarette for himself, “That kind of man… is charmingly ruthless, isn’t he?”

“Is this your last words?” Duoma didn’t want to chat much with Brother Chan, after all, they weren’t familiar.

“Fu—” Meng Jingchan exhaled a smoke ring and continued, “This brother… let me die with a clear understanding, how about it?”

His sentence didn’t raise any substantive questions, but… Duoma understood what he meant.

“My name… is Duoma.” Duoma stretched out a hand, pointing at Meng Jingchan, “Eternal God.” Purple light gradually condensed on his fingertip, “After receiving this ‘gift of the Six Union Mirror,’ it won’t be long before I become… the strongest—God! of this world!”

After speaking, the purple light flared up.

The energy beam released by Duoma easily hit Meng Jingchan’s head, and the latter died instantly, turning into white light.

Then, Duoma took off the hood of his top, revealing his Frieza-like face (yes, he looked just like that).

“Feng Bujue…” Duoma spread out his arms, proudly inhaling, and the demon qi that filled the sky rapidly gathered towards him, the scene resembling a mad dragon swallowing clouds, vast and mighty; and his mouth was still muttering, “You… really found me a good place.”