svetikya Chapter 407 Resurrect, my love!
Chapter 407 Resurrect, my love!
Chapter 407 Resurrect, my love!
The night was deep.
In the southwest of Douluo Continent, dark clouds loomed over the city.
This is a small border town called Yunluo City, located between Tiandou and Xingluo, far from the main battlefield and also far from the struggles between those titled Douluo and god inheritors.
The city wasn't particularly prosperous, but it was still quite lively.
Even after nightfall, a few dim lights still shone along the street.
The intermittent laughter of drunkards echoed from the tavern, while the innkeeper yawned as he closed the door. Several merchants traveling at night led their horse-drawn carriages slowly through the city gate.
they do not know.
Tonight, this city will disappear from the map of Douluo Continent.
Ten miles outside the city.
In a desolate mass grave, black mist surged.
The bare branches swayed in the night wind, like withered, ghostly hands. Crows perched on the grave, their scarlet eyes fixed on the distant city, then suddenly took flight in unison, emitting piercing cries.
The wind has gotten cold.
A figure in black robes slowly emerged from the mist.
It was Tang San.
At this moment, he no longer resembled the Shrek genius he once was.
Her long hair was loose, her eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, and the Rakshasa mark between her brows throbbed constantly, like a heart that was rotting but still burning.
A bluish-gold scar still remained on his chest.
That was left behind when Tang Chuan defeated him. Tang Chuan's life force was like a maggot clinging to a bone, and even though Tang San suppressed it with the power of the Rakshasa God, he could not completely dispel it.
Whenever the wound became hot, Tang San would see Tang Chuan's calm and indifferent face in his mind. That calmness was more glaring than mockery.
"Tang Chuan----"
Tang San murmured softly, his five fingers slowly clenching.
The Rakshasa Scythe appeared in his palm.
The moment the scythe appeared, all the graves in the mass grave trembled simultaneously, and wisps of grayish-white yin energy rose from the ground and were devoured by the demonic scythe.
Tang San looked up at the brightly lit Yunluo City in the distance.
"Aren't you supposed to be able to save people?"
"Don't you consider yourself the master of your own life?"
"Unfortunately, you're still on Poseidon Island."
"By the time you get back, it will be too late."
A slow smile crept onto his lips.
That smile was cold, insane, and tinged with a morbid tenderness.
"Xiao Wu, don't rush."
"I'll bring you back soon."
"Today is only the first city."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San took a step forward.
The black mist spread out from beneath his feet like a tide, clinging to the ground and silently surging towards Yunluo City.
The soldiers guarding the city were the first to notice something amiss.
At the city gate, two soldiers were chatting idly against the wall.
Suddenly, one of them shivered.
Why is it suddenly so cold?
Another soldier frowned and looked out of the city.
In the distance, at the end of the official road, black mist rolled in.
In the mist, countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen struggling and screaming.
The soldier's face turned pale, and he was about to sound the alarm.
The next moment, a dark green chain shot out from the mist and pierced through his chest in an instant.
There was no blood splattering.
There were no screams.
The soldier froze on the spot, his eyes quickly losing their light.
Immediately afterwards, a wisp of translucent soul was forcibly dragged out of the body by chains.
He still had a terrified expression, his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to call for help.
But after the soul leaves the body, it can't even make a sound.
A coil of eerie green chains dragged his soul directly into the black mist.
The other soldier finally realized what was happening and turned to run.
"enemy--"
The words hadn't even been uttered yet.
The light of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe flashed by, and his body fell heavily to the ground. His soul was extracted, turning into a grayish-white speck of light that disappeared into Tang San's palm.
Tang San slowly emerged from the black mist.
He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground; he simply raised his hand and gently placed it on the city gate.
"Rakshasa Domain"
"Lose the city."
boom-
A purplish-black light curtain rose from the city gate and spread rapidly along the city wall.
In just a few breaths, the entire Yunluo City was enveloped by a huge purplish-black barrier.
All the lights in the city went out at the same time.
People on the street looked up blankly.
Some people saw the sky turn into an eerie purplish-black color.
Some people saw that the city walls were covered with eerie green flames.
Some people also saw the figures of their deceased relatives walking towards them from the black mist.
Fear began to spread.
Tang San stood at the city gate and slowly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
The black mist exploded.
Countless ghostly figures rushed out from behind him, heading towards every street and alley in the city.
Those ghostly figures have no physical form, yet they can pass through walls.
They sneaked into houses, inns, taverns, and the city lord's mansion.
Cries, screams, and pleas for mercy soon echoed throughout the city. A woman carrying a child rushed out of her house, but as soon as she reached the street, she was chased by a ghostly figure.
She knelt on the ground, holding the child tightly in her arms, pleading incessantly.
"No—don't kill us—"
Tang San walked from the end of the street.
He walked very slowly.
The Rakshasa scythe dragged on the bluestone slab, making a harsh scraping sound.
The woman looked up at him in horror.
"Soul Master, we are just ordinary people, we have not offended you—"
Tang San stopped in front of her.
He looked down at the child.
The child was too young to even feel fear; he simply stared at him with his clean eyes.
In an instant, Xiao Wu's face suddenly appeared in Tang San's mind.
The girl who used to wear scorpion braids and smile brightly at him in Notting College.
Tang San's eyes were slightly dazed.
But the next moment, a sharp pain shot through the bluish-gold wound on his chest.
Tang Chuan's face reappeared in his mind.
Tang San's gaze instantly turned icy.
"Ordinary people?"
He chuckled softly.
"Can't an ordinary person help me revive Xiao Wu?"
The woman still didn't understand the meaning of those words.
The Rakshasa Scythe has already gently fallen.
A ghostly green flame rose.
Two souls were forcibly extracted, transformed into streams of light, and flew into the Rakshasa altar in mid-air.
Tang San continued forward.
With each step he took, a Rakshasa array pattern would appear beneath his feet.
Wherever the array patterns spread, all life force will be quickly extinguished.
Inside the inn, the merchants desperately blocked the door with tables and chairs.
The next moment, black mist seeped in through the crack in the door.
A moment later, the room fell silent, and only souls were being dragged out.
In the tavern, a drunkard rushed at the ghostly figure with a kitchen knife, but he didn't even manage to hit it before a pale ghostly hand pressed down on his head.
Inside the city lord's mansion, the city lord summoned all the soul masters and guards to resist.
More than a dozen Soul Masters simultaneously released their Martial Souls, and various Soul Rings lit up.
But the strongest among them is only a Soul Master.
They don't even have the right to make Tang San look up at them now.
Tang San simply stood outside the mansion gate, and lightly swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
A ghostly green blade flashed across the field.
All spirit rings shattered simultaneously.
All the martial spirits cried out in anguish.
The city lord knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Yunluo City has never participated in any war, and its inhabitants are all innocent people!"
Tang San raised his eyes.
"innocent?"
"What is true innocence in this world?"
"While they are alive, they possess the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
"Their death will become my strength."
"That is the meaning of their existence."
The city lord's pupils contracted.
"You—you're an evil spirit master!"
Tang San's eyes turned cold.
"An evil spirit master?"
He suddenly laughed.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
"I was once known as a genius Soul Master."
"I have protected the weak, and I have believed in my partners and in justice."
"But what was the result?"
"Xiao Wu is dead."
Shrek is ruined.
"Everyone betrayed me."
"Tang Chuan stepped on me and stole all the glory that should have been mine!"
Tang San suddenly raised his hand and grabbed at the air with his five fingers.
The city lord's body was forcibly lifted up.
His soul was slowly pulled out of his body, causing him to tremble in agony.
Tang San stared into his eyes and said, word by word, "Since this world doesn't give me justice..."
"Then I will reshape this world myself."
"With your souls."
The words fell.
The city lord's soul was completely extracted, transforming into a dense ball of light that flew into the air.
Above Yunluo City, the Rakshasa Altar finally took full shape.
It was a massive altar formed from purplish-black divine power.
Countless souls floated around the altar.
They cried out, struggled, and wailed, but could not escape.
Tang San stood in the center of the altar, arms outstretched, with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe hovering behind him.
"Rakshasa Soul Refining Array".
"start."
boom!
The entire city of Yunluo trembled violently. Countless souls were devoured by the altar, transforming into streams of grayish-white energy that surged into the pink crystal at the very center of the altar.
Those were fragments of Xiao Wu's remaining soul. The originally dim crystals finally lit up with a soft pink light after absorbing a large number of souls.
Upon seeing this scene, Tang San's eyes instantly turned fervent.
"it works."
"It really works!"
"Xiao Wu, did you see that?"
"I can save you!"
"I really can save you!"
In Yunluo City, the last lamp went out.
The entire city was transformed into a ghost town.
But Yunluo City is just the beginning.
Three days later, in the southern border of Tiandou, Fengling City was swallowed up by black mist.
Of the 37,000 people in the city, not a single one survived.
Tang San did not linger. He used the soul of the entire Fengling City to condense Xiao Wu's first phantom image in the Rakshasa Altar.
Five days later, Blackwater City fell.
This city is larger than Yunluo City, and has more Soul Masters stationed there.
Two Soul Saints led hundreds of Soul Masters in a desperate resistance within the city, but under the Rakshasa Domain, their Soul Skills were corrupted, their Soul Power was devoured, and in the end, even their Martial Souls were torn apart.
After Tang San slaughtered the entire Blackwater City, he refined the souls of the city's soul masters individually and injected them into Xiao Wu's illusory body, finally making Xiao Wu's figure no longer transparent.
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She had long hair, a face, and a familiar pink dress.
Tang San stood before the altar, watching the figure gradually take shape, his eyes slightly reddening.
"Xiao Wu————"
"I'm almost there."
The seventh day, Sunset City.
The ninth day, White Stone City.
On the eleventh day, three small towns near the old capital of Tiandou were simultaneously turned into dead lands.
Tang San was no longer satisfied with killing in city after city.
He began leaving behind the eyes of the Rakshasa Formation across the mainland.
Each key point of the formation will transform into a realm of death.
Once the domain expands, all living beings within the city will be trapped.
The Soul Master can resist for a moment.
Ordinary people don't even have a chance to struggle.
For a time, the entire Douluo Continent was filled with unease and panic.
Countless cities closed their gates.
Countless people fled with their families.
However, Tang San is elusive. He travels across the continent using the Rakshasa Space. He may appear in the Southern Border of Tiandou today and arrive in Xingluo Border City tomorrow.
No one knows where he will appear next.
No one knows which city will be the next sacrifice.
In those dead cities, there were no wounded, no survivors.
Only cold, lifeless shells remain throughout the city.
Everyone's soul has been taken away.
Day 13.
In the center of the Douluo Continent, there is an abandoned ancient battlefield.
This place was once a battlefield between two great empires, and countless corpses are buried underground. The resentment lingers for years, and will-o'-the-wisps often wander at night.
Tang San chose this place as his true place of resurrection.
Night falls.
There were no stars in the sky.
Thick, dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to press down on the ground.
On the ancient battlefield, dozens of Rakshasa array eyes lit up simultaneously.
A purplish-black beam of light shot into the sky, intertwining to form a colossal, suffocating altar. Around the altar, the soul power collected from the seven dead cities floated.
Those souls were no longer individual spirits, but were refined into gray-white soul rivers.
The River of Souls flowed around the altar, emitting mournful cries.
Tang San stood in the center of the altar.
His face was so pale it was almost transparent, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe was planted beside him, with blood-red runes flashing continuously on its blade.
Before him were seven soul cores.
The first one is pink.
The second one is purplish-black.
The third one is dark gold.
The fourth one is crimson red.
The fifth one is yellowish-brown.
The sixth one is golden chrysanthemum color.
The seventh one, dark black.
These seven soul cores correspond to seven people who will be resurrected.
Xiao Wu.
Bibi Dong.
Dai Mubai.
Ma Hongjun.
Tailong.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Ghost Douluo.
They either died on the battlefield, or from the backlash of divine power, or their souls were scattered, or only remnants of their souls remained. Logically speaking, they could not have been resurrected long ago.
Rakshasa's power is inherently the power of death and resentment.
As long as there are enough souls to fill the gaps, it is possible to forcibly condense the incomplete soul.
This is not a revival of life.
It is a patchwork of death.
It's not about bringing the dead back to life.
Instead, it allows the corpses to stand up again.
Tang San knew, but he didn't care.
He just wants them to come back.
Especially Xiao Wu. As long as Xiao Wu can stand by his side, even if she can no longer laugh, even if she can no longer speak, even if she is just a mindless ghost.
Tang San also felt that it was a resurrection.
"Let's begin."
Tang San said in a low voice.
The Rakshasa's scythe trembled.
Above the altar, seven rivers of souls descended simultaneously.
The first thing to light up was the pink core of the soul.
Tang San stretched out his hand and roared, "Resurrect! My love!"
boom-
Countless soul forces surged into the pink core.
The core trembled violently, and a pink phantom slowly emerged.
At first, it was just a blurry human figure.
Then, long hair appeared.
A scorpion braid appears.
A slender figure appeared.
Finally, the face that Tang San had seen countless times in his dreams finally coalesced again.
Xiao Wu.
She floated silently above the altar, her eyes closed and her face pale.
Tang San looked at her, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Xiao Wu————"
"I did it."
"I really did it!"
He reached out, wanting to touch her face.
Just then, Xiao Wu opened her eyes.
Those were a pair of grayish-white eyes.
There is no light.
Lack of spirit.
No memory.
There was no love either.
She just stared blankly ahead, like a beautiful but cold doll.
Tang San's hand froze in mid-air.
His smile froze.
"Xiao Wu?"
Xiao Wu did not respond.
Tang San took another step forward.
"Xiao Wu, it's me."
"I am the third brother."
Look at me.
Xiao Wu still did not react.
Her body was enveloped in a slowly rising gray-white soul power, and nine illusory soul rings appeared beneath her feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
An aura at the level of a Title Douluo emanated from her body.
Tang San stared at her blankly.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed.
"It's okay."
"It's okay."
"It has only just been resurrected, and its intelligence has not yet been restored."
"Wait until I become a god."
"Once I have complete control over the Rakshasa godhood, I will definitely be able to awaken you truly."
He spoke as if he were comforting Xiaowu.
It's more like deceiving yourself.
Xiao Wu slowly landed behind him, head down, motionless.
Like a vengeful puppet obeying the power of the Rakshasa god.
Tang San closed his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, the tenderness in them had been replaced by madness.
"continue."
The second soul core lit up.
The purplish-black light surged.
Bibi Dong's remnant soul had been corrupted by the power of the Rakshasa God, making her resurrection easier than others. Countless rivers of souls poured into the core, and a tall figure slowly emerged from the black mist.
She wore a magnificent robe, had long purple hair, and a cold, beautiful face.
Bibi Dong.
However, her eyes were also grayish-white, and her face showed no emotion befitting a living person.
Behind her, the phantoms of the Death Spider King and the Soul-Devouring Spider King appeared simultaneously.
Nine soul rings floated beneath her feet.
The oppressive aura of a Title Douluo instantly enveloped the ancient battlefield.
Tang San looked at Bibi Dong with a complicated expression.
This woman was once the Pope of the Spirit Empire and the successor of the Rakshasa God.