I! Cleaner!-Chapter 983 - 902: Execution

The thing left behind by the third director... That anomalous object capable of threatening me?

Watching Leon pull it out from the large pot, that crimson weapon formed by dozens of miniaturized and twisted divine corpses intertwined together, looking at those slowly moving faces of the True Gods on the gun barrel as if they hadn't truly died, feeling the immense weight of their resentment and unwillingness.

The Faceless Man felt as if his entire body was seized by a bizarre coldness, even during the desperate journey through the Frozen Coffin River, being eroded by the purest death, this chill was far more terrifying than the spear before him.

Can't win... Absolutely can't win!

It was as if the prey, the wild rabbit that had encountered the hunting dog, or the antelope that smelled the predator, a bizarre epiphany of facing a natural enemy, accompanied by fear, instantly dominated the thoughts of the Six-faced Elephant Deer, even causing the eight Overlords of the Dead Realm he had assimilated or devoured to tremble uncontrollably.

Even though the road to the present world was down to the last step, as long as he defeated the Food God before him, he could fulfill the wish he had pursued for thousands of years and return to the world brimming with vitality.

Yet, an intuition from the deepest part of his soul frantically warned the Six-faced Elephant Deer from the depths of death... taking another step forward, everything he had gained so far would be completely destroyed!

Run! I must run!

Upon determining this as the only way to survive, the Six-faced Elephant Deer instantly reached a consensus with all the assimilated Overlords of the Dead Realm within him, and the remaining four bodies turned to flee without even daring a glance backward.

However, Leon, who was fully prepared, had already assumed the standard shooting stance, resting the long gun, which gathered half the essence of the Slaughter King Association, on his shoulder.

"Swish!"

With a sound like fabric unfurling, a dark carpet stained with blood spread out like the shadow cast by something enormous on the ground of the pale Realm of the Dead, reaching under the fleeing feet of the Six-faced Elephant Deer in an instant.

Next, the remaining four clones of the Six-faced Elephant Deer felt the entire world rapidly retreating; their bodies, which had already run an unknown distance, were forcibly pulled back by the dark red carpet beneath their feet.

To their greater horror, several seemingly fragile yet utterly unbreakable ropes directly bound their limbs, forcibly tying their struggling bodies to a stake stained with blood and unknown yellow-white grime...

The execution of the dead was about to begin.

After a glance at the despair-filled eyes of the Faceless Man, Leon adjusted the gun slightly, aiming at the center of its brow, then, enduring pain that felt like his head would explode, clutched the dry, skeletal finger. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

As Leon's finger touched the "trigger," the fullness that nearly swelled his soul to bursting instantly faded by half, transforming into a nail imbued with the aura of death, silently lodging itself in the chamber before vanishing at the trigger's pull!

"Bang!!!"

In the eyes of the Scorpio Bureau's director, overwhelmed with shock, a large hole suddenly burst open at the center of the forehead of the Faceless Man tied to the stake, an unimaginably dense aura of death gushing from the opening at the back of its head, splattering a large pool of pitch-black ice crystals onto the blood-soaked carpet.

To his greater astonishment, after Leon shot the Faceless Man in the head, the figure tied to the stake did not die; instead, it released a peculiar aura he knew all too well, akin to a sponge drained of "water"...

It was the scent of the living!

I... I'm alive? I'm alive!

Filled with bewilderment and shock, the Faceless Man looked at his no longer cold but warm body, understanding spiritually the effect of that weapon.

A thing that made him, at the peak of the dead, genuinely fearful and instinctively feel unbeatable, could only be life itself! So, it's a gun that can resurrect the dead...

"Bang!"

After loading an actual nail into the gun, Leon coldly shot out the Faceless Man's head, and without even glancing at its corpse now filled with joy, he directly turned the gun, aiming at the Stonemason tied beside the Faceless Man.

"No! No! No!"

Understanding what Leon intended, the Six-faced Elephant Deer, who had just expressed joy, now showed unparalleled fear in their eyes and face.

This anomalous object forged by the third director was not intended to kill him but to directly execute "Death" itself!

Upon being thoroughly "killed" and transformed back into the living, having lost the authority over death, he would become an ordinary person through and through, and in the moment of his rebirth, the Food God would utterly destroy his newborn self!

"You can't do this to me!!!"

Gazing at the gun pointing at him, with thoughts dispersed but regaining most of his sanity, the Stonemason couldn't help but struggle frantically, screaming with rage:

"If you can do such a thing, why not say so earlier! If I were revived before returning to the present world, wouldn't..."

"Bang! Bang!"

With two shots, one for life, one for death, quickly sending off the snarling Stonemason, Leon exhaled deeply and then turned his emotionless gaze, aiming the gun at the Concealing Master beside the Stonemason's corpse.

Impossible, don't even think about it.

Looking at the Concealing Master who struggled with all his might and shouted madly at him, Leon closed his eyes slightly, then touched the Cutting Silver Dagger, transforming it into three black dogs again, directing them towards the Faceless Man and the Stonemason's corpses.

This anomalous object crafted by the old man of the third generation with my abilities has the effect of "shooting out" death, but this effect first requires "ammunition." The gun bullet created after devouring a dead Pillar God happens to capture and "execute" a dead entity at the Pillar God level.

So, the ammunition for my two shots was essentially you, as those left in the Realm of the Dead used all their strength to completely kill your two avatars, giving me the chance to consume these two "bullets"!

As for communicating with you beforehand, that was utterly impossible as well.

Not to mention whether you would trust me or would willingly give up the power and eternal life of death to resurrect as a human with merely over a hundred years of lifespan, given your absolute superiority and full capability to reach the present world, you couldn't accept such a "halved" proposal.

Moreover, both you and all the Overlords of the Dead Realm you've assimilated still owe us, the Bureau of Cleansing, and even the whole of humanity a blood debt, and naturally, a blood debt must be paid with blood!

"Clack!"

As the three-headed hound devoured the dead Stonemason and Faceless Man and licked clean the black ice crystals shot out onto the execution platform, a pitch-black new nail appeared in the gun chamber, and Leon's finger tightly squeezed the trigger again.

"Goodbye."