Volume 3: The Utopia of the Demonic City Chapter 25: Demons, ghosts, and evil spirits! (Part 2)
"…Why are you so eager to die?"
"Death is scary, but there are always things that are scarier than death. Evil will unite in the face of greater evil, and justice is always relative. Even if we commit all kinds of evil, we still want to survive."
Looking at the street where life and death were reversed, the undead who had been hiding their identities stood up one after another.
When faced with greater evil, evil will change its stance. The undead, who were originally feared and hated by people, can no longer hide at this moment. If they continue to hide, then unknown forces will tear these seemingly undead monsters into pieces.
The normal-looking monsters shed their skins one after another. The moving skeletons, floating will-o'-the-wisps, and faceless ghosts all came to the front of the barrier. The skeleton ghosts lined up in a row, and the eerie ghostly aura even made the surrounding world condense into a small frost. Looking at this intact army, even Lazarus showed a rare expression of surprise.
The undead dead are often hated and held hostile by all living things in the world, and they usually choose to hide at the end of the world.
But in the face of greater terror, they bravely stood up and showed their true colors. Especially when faced with the unbelievable and terrified eyes of their former friends, they still stood in front of the barrier without hesitation.
Criminals, murderers, demons, a group of the most hateful bastards in the world quietly formed a strange formation that looked quite military, and the undead Lazarus stood at the front of the team, looking at the barrier that seemed to be nothing and yet seemed to be everything, with a firm and resolute expression on his face.
"It's hard to tell who the good guy is..."
“Does it need to be so clear?”
"That's true."
A group of people from the justice camp, with halos on their heads and holy weapons in their hands, looked at the eerie formation in front of them, put away their weapons one after another, and silently showed expressions of support to these brave dead who stood up.
There were more and more corpses and ghosts coming from all directions. It was unknown how many unwilling souls were contained in this seemingly ordinary demon city. In just a few minutes, dozens of skeletons and souls formed two arrays on the street. Having lost all their protective colors, they remained silent, staring at the desperate situation of life and death in front of them with a blue flame.
"I used to be like you... I used to be like you..."
The voice within the barrier let out a mournful sigh.
"I believed in my own judgment... I believed in my own ability... I thought that I could turn the situation around with my own efforts and actions... But it's different... You guys should leave quickly... I can't let you destroy this temple... You can't die here in vain... I was you once... I was you once... Why are you doing this..."
"You are not us. You are just a loser crushed by reality. And we will win the final victory. I don't know where you are from, nor what you have done. Maybe you once stood apart from some unspeakably terrible monster on a battlefield worth singing about, but you lost. You did not win. This is your final ending. You were timid , you did not have the courage to take that step, and even more tragically, you have now merged with Him. Am I right?"
You are no longer yourself.
Looking at the core of the barrier, Lazarus' expression became solemn and tough.
Countless years of experience finally allowed him to see clearly what the core of this barrier was like. It was a broken will that was defeated by the monster. Everything about him had been devoured by the demon and had long since become a part of him.
But this will was so powerful and terrifying that even after being devoured by the demon, its remnants still wanted to resist the terrifying existence. Unfortunately, it failed. He had long been dead without leaving any trace. All she could do was to give some ambiguous warnings or reminders to those who came after her in such a scene. Apart from that, she could do nothing else.
Because it has failed and is dead.
What remains now is just the projection of the unknown demon.
And the person who is persuading them might even have false memories and is only speaking based on his original impressions.
I have to say that this is a truly pitiful person, but also a truly admirable person. Even though his strength and soul are exhausted, his broken obsession still wants to help those who fight against this great demon. Although his method is a failure.
"Undead, move forward. It's time to deal the final blow to this poor man."
Lazarus whispered, full of leadership qualities.
After hearing this, many of the dead shook their skeletons and bodies, then walked forward and stepped into the barrier.
The moment they stepped into the barrier, flesh and blood reappeared on all the dead, as if they were still alive. The legion of countless evil spirits and demons pointed their weapons at the end of the street and looked at the woman with a sad face.
The woman wearing a red wedding dress, who looked as exquisite and gorgeous as Mansa Zhuhua, sighed softly, and the red runes on her body loomed, lingering and entangled behind her, condensing into a rune that was elusive, unpredictable, and unseeable. In the center of her chest, a dark red round bead was slowly rotating in the cavity, flashing a strange light like a living thing.
"I am the Lord of the Underworld."
The sad and beautiful woman slowly bowed to the army of evil spirits and demons.
"He was once the Lord of Hirasaka, controlling the underworld. Later, he was killed by a monster, and now he is just a remnant soul. He can only guard the Third Temple here to prevent the monster from coming with all its strength."
"However, rules are rules. I will tell you everything about the Third Temple. I control the power of the underworld and life and death. Remember not to be swept away by any of my energy waves. The Dark Butterfly is the messenger of the underworld and can bring people's souls into annihilation. Please be careful, undead people. The source and seal of my power is the celestial sphere in my chest."
"As long as you smash the celestial sphere or knock it down, I will lose my power and perish completely. But before that, in order to prevent the monster from coming, I will do my best to stop you. As a token of my appreciation and respect for you, I will not make any defense or dodge, and I will finish the battle here. That monster cannot be summoned, and I will seal the temple. My fellow undead, I'm sorry ."
"Ah, sorry. In order to disrupt the ritual, we must succeed."
And this is inevitable.
The undead Lazarus, whose body remained unchanged, slowly shook his white gloves, and invisible silk threads were silently arranged in every corner.
The other undead also began their own preparations. The invisible pressure gradually spread to the surroundings, and even breathing became heavy and sluggish. However, the Lord of the Underworld only showed a slightly sad expression towards these warriors.
"I'm really sorry...you are too weak."
The next moment, invisible force came rolling over silently.
