vncnus Chapter 31 Desperate Situation
Chapter 31 Desperate Situation
"Whoosh—"
The moment the first adult carrying the child ran with all their might to the door and, with trembling hands, pushed open the door, which was not completely closed, a chilling blade of light suddenly slashed from outside the door, so fast that no one had time to react.
"Pfft—"
The sharp blade sliced through the man's chest without any resistance, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the ground in front of the door red.
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the awakening room. The adult, holding the child, slowly collapsed, his eyes still filled with disbelief and terror.
As he fell, the scene outside the door was completely exposed to the eyes of everyone inside the Awakening Room.
"Click, click—"
The ear-piercing sound of bones grinding together rang out continuously, and dozens of skeleton soldiers wielding sharp long swords were densely packed outside the awakening room door.
Their bones were still stained with undried blood, and the eerie blue soul flames in their eye sockets flickered wildly, emanating a strong aura of death.
These skeleton soldiers were arranged in neat rows, like an insurmountable steel defense line, completely blocking the only way to escape.
Peering through the gaps between the skeletons, the orphanage courtyard was a mess, with broken tables and chairs and shattered flowerpots scattered about.
Faintly, sporadic screams could be heard coming from deep within the courtyard, seemingly the voices of other caregivers and children from the orphanage.
"Hahaha, did you think I would be so careless?" At this moment, the Grim Reaper's sinister laughter echoed in the Awakening Room, like the hiss of a venomous snake, sending chills down everyone's spine.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd whose expressions had drastically changed, his tone filled with a cat-and-mouse mockery:
"The moment this little girl awakened her Netherworld Serpent Martial Soul, I already ordered my skeleton soldiers to clear out the bystanders outside. Judging by the time, they should all be dealt with by now."
"asshole!"
Hearing the gradually weakening screams coming from outside the door, Cocolia's eyes instantly turned red, and blood vessels filled her pupils like a spider web.
She recognized those voices all too well: the old caregiver who had looked after the children for years, and the little ones who always called her "Director Mommy".
An overwhelming surge of anger and grief overwhelmed her instantly. She abruptly raised her Soul Guidance Gun, pointed the muzzle at the Grim Reaper, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several pale blue soul-guided rays, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shot towards the Grim Reaper, each ray embodying all her anger and despair at that moment.
However, when faced with the incoming soul-guided ray, the Grim Reaper merely curled his lip in disdain, slowly raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers slightly.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Several skeleton soldiers instantly crawled out of the cracks in the ground, standing in front of him like loyal guards.
The pale blue soul-guided rays struck the skeleton soldiers' bodies, producing only a few crisp "clanging" sounds and leaving shallow marks, unable to cause any real damage.
"Isn't that feeling of going from full of hope to instantly falling into the abyss of despair wonderful?"
The Grim Reaper slowly lowered his hand, a near-maniacal smile appearing on his face. He reveled in the fear and despair in the eyes of the crowd, as if it were the most beautiful sight in the world.
"It's wonderful. This feeling of having life at your fingertips is something I'll never get tired of."
As he spoke, he looked down at Meiwu, who was being held firmly in his hand and struggling, a glint of greed and satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He chuckled and asked:
"What's wrong, little guy? Hearing the noise outside, do you want to taste blood too? As long as you follow me, you will have infinite power and never have to be afraid of anyone again."
"Let me go! You bad guy! I don't want to follow you!"
Mew's face turned bright red. Although her body trembled with fear, she struggled with all her might, her small fists pounding against the Grim Reaper's arm, trying to break free from his control.
However, her power was like a tickle to a Soul King-level Death Messenger, having no effect whatsoever.
"Bad guy? Heh."
The Grim Reaper chuckled softly, his tone tinged with a sickly gentleness. "Don't worry, you don't understand yet. Once you undergo the cult's secret rituals to erase these laughable 'kindness' from your heart, you will understand that power is the only truth in this world."
"At that time, you will also become a messenger of death, just like me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Death Messenger. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand, his fingertips gathering a faint trace of soul power, and precisely cut into Meu's neck.
Meu's body stiffened abruptly, his struggling movements stopped instantly, his eyes slowly closed, and he completely lost consciousness.
In his view, Meu was a rare talent who might become an important fighting force within the church in the future, and could be considered a future "colleague," so he naturally didn't want to hurt her at this time.
If he could bring Meu back to the sect and hand him over to the higher-ups, given the rarity of the Netherworld Serpent Martial Soul, he would surely gain a huge amount of contribution points. With these contribution points, the resources he had been longing for in forging battle armor would finally be secured.
At this thought, a hint of anticipation and fervor flashed in the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
Having dealt with Meu, the "key target," the Grim Reaper slowly raised his head, casting his icy gaze upon the remaining people in the awakening room. A cruel smile appeared on his face, like a soul-reaping messenger from hell, his voice carrying a chilling edge:
"Alright, all the trivial matters have been taken care of. Now it's your turn. Don't worry, I'll make sure you die a little 'dignified' death."
Before he finished speaking, the spirit ring beneath his feet lit up again. As his spirit power surged, more cracks appeared in the floor of the awakening room, and bone hands emerged from the cracks.
More and more skeletons were crawling out, completely surrounding the awakening room and utterly cutting off everyone's last hope of escape.
Looking at the scene before him, the spirit medium felt a wave of despair spreading from his feet to his entire body.
The outside was blocked by skeleton soldiers, and the inside was filled with evil spirit masters of vastly superior strength. They were like prey trapped in a cage, with absolutely no chance of escape.
But when he looked at Cocolia, who was pale but still gripping the Soul Guidance Gun tightly, and at the children in the corner who were staring at him in terror, the despair in his heart was replaced by a trace of unwillingness.
He gritted his teeth and once again activated the soul power within his body. The light on his bluish-gray scales shone even brighter. Even if he died, he would take a few skeleton soldiers down with him!