I! Cleaner!-Chapter 978 - 897: Faceless, Six Faces

We've been tricked!

Looking down at the astonished Cleaners gazing upward, the Faceless Man, whose face was gloomy, couldn't help but puff out his cheeks and chew forcefully a few times. The sound of fine bones breaking mingled with the despairing screams of the lamp-bearing old man, which ceased abruptly in an instant.

If I haven't guessed wrong, everything I encountered earlier was likely a premeditated ambush!

Whether it was the Pisces Director who left the Sage's Cemetery to check on the situation at the No Return Path, or the Food God hiding in the coffin flirting with a woman, or the four old and weak Directors of the Cleaning Bureau... all of it was fake!

The Cleaning Bureau must have somehow detected our movements in advance, and staged this play to disarm our vigilance, luring me to bring all the Overlords of the Dead Realm into the Sage's Cemetery.

And if it weren't for arranging an ambush beforehand and distributing one-third of the first deceased's remains to other Overlords for safekeeping, just that half-sun would have been enough to turn everyone into ashes!

But... this isn't too bad as it is.

The Faceless Man expressionlessly stuffed a still gently beating black heart into his mouth, and his facial features quickly became defined, swiftly transforming towards a human male appearance.

Meanwhile, the other Overlords of the Dead Realm who emerged from the black ice layers also regained their mobility, as five of them grabbed the nearest Overlord, expressionlessly stuffed them into their mouths, and began chewing with crunching sounds.

Strangely, as they began to eat rapidly, whether it was a sculptor with chiseled features or a Death Hall host whose face was wrapped in a shroud, their own faces started to blur, gradually transitioning to resemble the current appearance of the Faceless Man.

Even the Coleoptera worms at their face without distinct features, under some bizarre power's repair, the bulging flesh on their face was smoothing out rapidly, vaguely forming some human-like attributes.

If the Quarter-Leon pushed off the Cliff of the End were here, he would likely spot at a glance that the faces of these six Overlords, including the Faceless Man who now had a face, bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the face of the first deceased.

As for the remaining twenty percent of differences, they lay in the teeth and eyeballs of the Overlords, each of these faces with an uncanny resemblance to the first deceased bore a pair of sharp, long, ghastly white fangs.

Also, their eyes resembled those of cervids, with the black part of their irises rapidly expanding, squeezing out the sclera to fill their eye sockets completely, paired with the sharp fangs, resembling six short-eared deer with human faces.

...

Hmm... these little things look strangely familiar.

Glancing up at the six Overlords of the Dead Realm in the sky, the old man who had remained detached from the start couldn't help but frown thoughtfully, feeling like he'd seen something similar somewhere before. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Meanwhile, the other individuals in the Sage's Cemetery, having snapped out of the astonishment from witnessing the Overlords devouring each other, activated their strongest supernatural abilities without hesitation, and began a second wave of attacks in concert.

"Splash!"

From the grave river briefly cleansed of its muddy hue by half a sun, suddenly gushed vast torrents of briny seawater, hundreds of massive octopus tentacles emerged from the sea eye, stretching towards the six Overlords above.

Even before reaching their target, the many flesh-colored suckers on the tentacles bizarrely folded and pinched themselves, opening up and closing like eyelids to reveal tens of thousands of blood-red vertical eyes, which kept a close watch on everything above the Sage's Cemetery.

Following this, a colossal rift abruptly tore through the pitch-black sky of the Dead Realm, and a dazzling river of gold, accompanied by shattered mannequins and pure white feathers, cascaded down, as if intending to engulf and melt the entire cemetery.

Next came the bronze masks swooping down like crow birds, two groups of blindfolded nuns kneeling and praying mournfully, over a hundred bone-faced demons with their eyes gouged out and tongues severed, a path of thorns impaled with various severed feet, dozens of dilapidated altars etched with hollow blood moons...

Following the attack by the Zodiac Directors, whose forms appeared more eldritch than Outer Gods and auras fouler than demons, was Capricorn Director, who raised his withered, skeletal hands.

"Joan!"

With veins bulging at his neck, Capricorn Director shouted, his gleaming white hands clenching abruptly, dispelling the nearly icy thickness of deathly aura surrounding the Faceless Man, exposing him completely.

However, just as the Taurus Director drew a rustic longbow, aided by the Sagittarius Director in half-drawing it, intending to forcibly shoot the seemingly most dangerous Faceless Man, the Sculptor beside the Faceless Man suddenly raised his hand and slashed downward forcefully with a gleaming silver carving knife.

No, that's not right!

In the abruptly wide eyes of the Taurus Director, a somewhat familiar aura of a gash, crossing at least several hundred meters, and numerous defensive supernatural abilities laid out in advance, landed precisely on the back of the bow in her hands.

"Crack!"

After a crisp crack, the rustic longbow, already half-drawn, "died" instantly, shattering into dozens of deep bronze fragments under tension, uncontrollably splattering around and deeply lodging into her flesh, leaving her hands and forearms bruised and bleeding.

Directly above Taurus Director, Grandma Crow-eye, who previously held average True God power, abruptly opened her eyes and surveyed the surroundings, casting a glance at the imminent attacks.

Among the astonished expressions of the Cleaners, wherever Grandma Crow-eye's gaze fell, whether it was the massive tentacles or scattered feathers, whether it was the golden river or the thorny path, all lost control.

These attacks, which could heavily injure any True God, seemed influenced by some irresistible lure, peculiarly altering their direction and target, bypassing the bodies of the six Overlords entirely and rushing straight to the deepest part of the Dead Realm.

"I understand now!"

Observing the six Overlords standing in the sky, a realization dawned on the square-headed old man's face. He then looked up towards the Faceless Man, shouting in amazement:

"Are you the Six-faced Elephant Deer? You're not dead?"

Six-faced Elephant Deer???

Upon hearing this somewhat unfamiliar name, the Cleaners paused, a puzzle evident in their eyes. Meanwhile, Leon, repairing his soul in the coffin, felt his heart skip a beat, recalling the Cutting Silver Dagger acquired from the former Aquarius Director.

The Overlord of the Dead Realm who hated the endless labor of the Realm and, in the end, chose to jump off the cliff to commit suicide, leaving behind six True God level supernatural items?