Chapter 508: Chapter 100: Anyone With Less Brains Wouldn’t Survive Two Episodes

Death isn’t the focus, Cantona could sense the demand in Wittgenstein’s tone.

Cantona was silent for a moment. He suddenly realized that there would never be support from the start; this ritual was meant for his death. His cultivation and soul were likely some kind of requirement for the Church Court, or perhaps the purpose was to absorb him.

"I was resisting the Evil God’s absorption when I suddenly passed out and lost consciousness," Cantona said.

"You’re lying!" Wittgenstein’s voice roared like dark thunder, rolling toward Cantona.

Cantona himself lacked the ability to discern lies, but the second secretary did, and Wittgenstein was in charge of judgment in the Nether God’s Court.

Throughout, Oniramuthi merely watched Cantona coldly, while Heidegger glanced at Oniramuthi, "Lying and aiding the ritual is enough to prove Cantona’s betrayal. Do you have anything more to ask, sir?"

Even though he’s not on Five Claw Island, since the dreamscape was invaded, Heidegger could still reach out and seize Cantona’s soul, now just waiting for Oniramuthi’s nod.

Oniramuthi looked at Cantona, "Prove you didn’t betray us."

Cantona glanced at the other two secretaries, paused for two seconds, "Yes, teacher, I indeed didn’t answer truthfully. Besides narrowly resisting the ritual’s absorption, I also enacted the ’Nether God Seal,’" Cantona replied respectfully, neither happy nor sad.

The Nether God Seal is a secret art that only those from the Cardinal Hall understand, used to mark targets.

"Did it work?" Heidegger immediately pursued, and at that moment, the three secretaries were noticeably unsettled.

Once the Nether God Seal is successfully executed, within a certain range, high-ranking followers of the Nether God can sense it, which means they can find the death church’s base or where the remnants of the Death God lie.

"It worked," Cantona said calmly.

The three secretaries were slightly taken aback; this kid might be crazy, even a madman wouldn’t dare to attempt such a thing, yet he did and succeeded.

Obtaining clues about the Death God’s location was the reason the Church Court sent Cantona to die without support, unexpectedly, he dared to use the Nether God’s power during the Death God’s ritual. Such actions were blatant provocation and insult to a deity, absolute madness.

Wittgenstein and Heidegger were envious; none of their subordinates possessed such guts.

Only followers with the firmest faith have this fearless courage; not only that, he succeeded, indicating the Death God’s consciousness hasn’t fully awakened and is currently only operating on instinct, allowing him to survive and providing the Church Court with critical information that the Death God’s revival is still in its early stages.

This is no longer just a major accomplishment; it’s a remarkable feat.

This time, Oniramuthi and Heidegger couldn’t help but look at Wittgenstein.

Wittgenstein slowly nodded, clearly acknowledging that the other party spoke truthfully, "You’ve achieved great merit, but why did you lie just now?"

The three’s gaze focused again on Cantona, a powerful oppressive force enveloping him; one wrong word and he would still die. Even his teacher couldn’t protect him, as the Nether God Church has no concept of merits balancing faults.

"Because we have a traitor within; someone betrayed the Nether God," Cantona said.

Even Wittgenstein and Heidegger, despite their cultivation, couldn’t help but criticize internally, "What the hell do you mean?"

"Do you know what you’re saying?"

Facing the Great Angel’s gaze, Cantona didn’t flinch, holding his head high, indifferent to life and death, ready to act if challenged.

Wittgenstein and Heidegger were temporarily at a loss for words, unable to refute, considering how long the two Great Angels have lived they both couldn’t help cursing.

"This time Cantona has earned distinguished merit, I suggest we send someone to assist him in ascending to Four Lives; do you have any objections?" Oniramuthi said lightly.

Wittgenstein and Heidegger said nothing, their forms starting to blur, seemingly unwilling to stay a second longer. Almost simultaneously, Oniramuthi’s form also began blurring, and soon the three vanished from Cantona’s dreamscape, then the nightmare haze surged like a tide to drown Cantona.

Not long after, Cantona opened his eyes in the dark, rolled off the bed, and vomited profusely as if expelling his intestines, followed by shaking, trembling for a long while.

This was the aftermath of the secret art—after a long time, Cantona rolled over, ignoring the filth around him, as well as the severe headache and dizziness, greedily gasped for breath, staring at the ceiling, knowing he had passed this trial.

He knew the second secretary’s capabilities well. To cover up the secrets of the Round Table Conference, he must strike pre-emptively. In terms of power, he wasn’t even close, but he had some experience, but also, thankfully, had his teacher’s support.

Four Lives?

Maybe that’s good news, but he doesn’t know how things will be arranged later. If he can, he truly doesn’t want to be a mole anymore.

Neither side is composed of good hearted people.

Thanks to Mr. Gemini, thanks to Miss Virgo.

....

Mr. Gemini slept soundly, dreaming of visiting the place every man has to witness—even his past life’s online experience couldn’t help but feel it’s really heaven. Instantly knowing if the singing was good or not, a pretty young lady executed a Thomas spin to his side, her backbend skills stunning, her fair hands blooming like lotus flowers, presenting an obscene bill that startled Li Xin awake.

Knock, knock, knock...

Li Xin rubbed his eyes, eh, it’s not an illusion; someone was knocking on the window. Li Xin, in his shorts, rubbed his behind and groggily opened the window.

...

Hiss~~~

The Immortal goes so well with the piercing cold wind; he forgot he was long gone from Hedan.

The Immortal extended his hand, on it, a box containing a mask and a bottle holding the Tears of the Dead.

Li Xin didn’t expect the other party to be so professional, thought it would take an extra two days; never heard of a messenger being this swift and determined. Li Xin grabbed the bottle with one hand and the box with the other, "Thank you, my Messenger sir."

The Immortal withdrew his massive arm, his body floating away and slowly dispersing into the air.

Achoo, achoo, achoo!

Li Xin quickly shut the window, damn, freezing to death, collected the Faceless One’s wails into Yazama Karashi, played with the transparent small bottle inside, containing two Tears of the Dead, shining like diamonds but without the hardness of a diamond, instead soft and enveloped in a hazy white glow.

...Mr. Taurus gave an extra one?

Indeed, one’s own people are generous.

"So cold, so cold, so cold!" Li Xin put away the bottle, jumped directly into the quilt, rapidly rubbing his thighs curled into a ball, planning to sleep a bit more, damn it, everything was fine, utterly startled awake; where is there such a thing as paying before consuming? Even dreaming, he got bullied.

In distant Hedan, the beautiful Miss Aries also woke up. Under the alternating service of maids, Princess completed her morning attire, holding Keli, quietly sitting in front of the mirror.