I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 435 - 87: Blood Scale Rose Court
"Shaman Sequence..."
Seeing the glimmering green leaf totem on Tian En's chest, both Yun You and Yuanbao frowned.
The Shaman Sequence, although labeled as the number one sequence and considered part of the Standard Sequence, is quite rare; its rarity can almost rival that of some rare sequences.
For this reason, there isn't much known about the Shaman Sequence in the Death God Realm, with useful information being scant. What is known is that Shamans seem to have the ability to communicate with Mutant Creatures and Souls, similar to the "Summoner" profession in online games, and generally speaking, their solo combat ability is rather weak.
And this is where the oddity lies.
If Tian En's sequence is indeed Shaman, lacking in solo combat strength, then how did she manage to take out most of Mokaka's Death God Guards right under Yun You's nose?
Ordinary Shamans definitely lack such power; even those specialized in melee combat like the Mad Dog would find it difficult, and only sequences like the "Invisible" ones, focused on assassination and infiltration, might have a slim chance of succeeding.
Moreover, Yun You had never heard of a Shaman capable of using the power of Karma Remnant Buddha to summon a projection of an Alef Creature.
"Forget it, there's no point in overthinking it. A fight will reveal the truth."
Thinking this, Yun You suppressed the myriad of doubts in her heart, then stepped forward, using the power of the Mad Dog Sequence to strengthen her limbs, reaching out toward Tian En.
She felt sympathy for Tian En's predicament, but sympathy is one thing, and since Tian En chose to stand on the opposing side with little hope of persuasion, Yun You would not hold back.
Repenting in front of a tombstone is infinitely better than resting beneath one.
"No... Wu Ming... don't!"
Seeing Yun You act without hesitation, Mokaka was caught off guard, instinctively wanting Yun You to stop...
But it was already too late!
Yun You's speed was just too fast. Before the words could settle, her slender hand had already reached for Tian En's neck!
However, there was not a hint of panic on Tian En's face.
She merely floated back half a step, just enough to evade Yun You's grasp.
"Don't rush, everyone."
Tian En stood atop the ruins of the collapsed skyscraper, her cold gaze sweeping across the crowd. Though always smiling, there was a chilling coldness in her words, like ice scraping down one's spine.
"I've said, those who are guilty will eventually be accounted for."
"They can't escape."
As she spoke, Tian En's tone suddenly turned solemn, her words no longer as casual as before.
"The blood moon weeps upon the gallows' steel jaws, the clay urn wraps around the firefly. Buried deep below the scaffold, we spin nursery rhymes into the executioner's noose."
"Judging rose and crown—whose thorns crave blood more?"
During the chant, Tian En suddenly raised her hands, the thumb and index finger of her left hand curved to touch each other, while her right hand cupped below, as if holding an invisible sky disk.
"Not good!!!"
Yuanbao's face changed drastically, clearly realizing something!
She instinctively wanted to retreat, but as soon as she took half a step back, a dark gleam appeared in Tian En's palm, spreading rapidly around them at a speed beyond human reaction.
In just a breath's time, it had replaced the world before them, constructing a new space.
A massive, classical half-open-style courtyard.
Beneath their feet was a decaying corridor, the tiles seeping a putrid, tar-like liquid, while the railing carved with foliage patterns carbonized, gray-green fungal patches sprouting from the cracks.
Yuanbao stumbled back, but the soles of her boots picked up some semi-solid black filamentous matter, which, upon closer inspection, revealed itself to be remnants of moldy family genealogy pages, the once noble gold-stamped surnames long devoured by degenerative mycelium.
The stained glass dome overhead featured numerous visible cracks, from which vine-like lesions protruded.
The air was thick with rust and dampness, yet outside the dome, where night should have brought darkness, there hung a crescent blood moon.
Wrist-thick chains dangled like serpents from the dome, at their ends withered roses curled into shapes resembling clenched infant fists due to dehydration. The jewel eyes at their centers shifted with the wind, blood tears seeping from them, dripping onto the ground below.
But these were merely secondary.
The focal point was the enormous Golden Balance Scale entwined with blood-red thorns and vines in the dead center.
It hovered in the air, slightly tilting under the keen gaze of those watching. On its left platter sat a pair of somewhat aged... yet intricately crafted clay dolls, huddled tightly together, their clay-made eye sockets faintly revealing a hint of warmth and light.
On the right platter, a chaotic stack of blood and mud-stained golden crowns, along with... the faint shadows of Yun You's trio.
No.
To be precise, not shadows, but souls.
Yun You could vaguely see many gray-faced, broken skeletons, their teeth gripping the balance scale's central support, gaps filled with reluctance and guilt, perhaps due to dissatisfaction with the scale's judgment, or maybe just sheer repentance...
Tian En was somehow standing atop the Golden Balance Scale, a tiny model of it floating in her hand, a slight nudge affecting the tilt of the actual scale.
"In this court, the guilty shall all——"
"Shatter!"
Stepping forward, crimson roses bloomed from beneath her feet, the bloodied vines entangling the skeletal shadows below. With a forceful pull, she shattered their bodies along with their so-called "grievances".
