Chapter 571: Silent Rage
What should we do?
These were the words that were now echoing endlessly in Rumyantsev’s mind.
Nothing could have prepared him for this news.
His heart toiled with intense rage. The humiliation was no different to the kind faced when one discovers one of their long-lost treasures of their own heritage being sold on the auction house of another nation. It was indescribable.
The dagger was clearly a warning, but also a way out. The message was clear - If I can do it once, I can most certainly do it again. I am still your father, regardless of who the presiding King Yanluo of Hell may be.
These words were no different from delivering a slap to his own face. The four other diplomatic officers around him were flushed with fury, but they knew better than to speak out of turn.
Whoosh! The mighty eruption of Yin energy caused the entire nation of Daehan to tremble. At once, every single alarm in the various offices of LSD went off with loud wails.
“What the hell?!” “15 million… I-is this the appearance of the legendary Abyssal Prefect?” “Oh god… What the hell is happening to Daehan over the last few years?!”
Back in the Jukseong Dream Church. The living dead within the church were reduced to ashes at once. They didn’t even get the chance to scream in fear. Even Qin Ye couldn’t help but look up in horror.
Qin Ye was clearly treading on thin ice.
Without any outlet for the intense rage in his heart, he had no choice but to vent it all on the living dead around him. At once, the entire church was filled with an intense silence amidst a heavy atmosphere. Far off in the distance, the long horn of a ship blared.
“Useless pieces of trash.” After some time, Rumyantsev finally turned back with a smile. He raised his hand slightly, and a gentle breeze picked up the ashes on the ground and sent it right back out of the church in an instant. Then, he slowly poured himself a glass of vodka and rubbed his brows in agony.
Before coming, he’d already thought of some ways of potentially dealing with similar situations should they arise. However, the two powerful blows dealt by Qin Ye had completely messed up his rhythm, and he was no longer in the mood to play games.
“Please pardon our underworld’s rudeness.” For the very first time, Rumyantsev nodded sincerely towards Zhong Kui, “Well, then, how about we get right down to business?”
I’ve finally gotten through… As expected, if I take my time with diplomatic etiquette, my identity will certainly be exposed! Speaking of which, how did such a fine diplomatic banquet end up with a massacre of the waiters and waitresses? Tsk…
Who?
Emperor Taizu of Yuan… Genghis Khan?
Sensing Qin Ye’s confusion, Rumyantsev took a deep breath and continued gravely, “There’s a 40% chance that… the soul of Emperor Taizu of Yuan is still in his tomb.”
“Like I said, there’s only a 40% chance of the same. But… it’s still worth a shot, is it not?”
“By chance. We’re not at liberty to disclose the exact circumstances surrounding our discovery, but His Majesty the Tsar has personally checked and verified this news.”
“This is exactly why we need Hell’s assistance.” Rumyantsev paused and continued with gritted teeth, “It’s located in the territory of the Mongol Empire.”
Traditionally, the Mongol Empire was recognized as a buffer zone between Hell and the Russian Underworld.
Qin Ye couldn’t recall the exact name of the vassal, but he could recall that this vassal was native to the Mongol Empire and was also said to be a direct descendant of the Yuan Empire at one time.
No… that’s not all.
After all, it was an unwritten rule across the entire netherworld that no underworld would pursue the souls of any Yin spirit that was seized by another underworld’s darkfeathers. In other words, they were to count it their own misfortune should another underworld manage to make off with the soul of a deceased from right underneath their noses, and vice versa. It was for this reason that Yue Wumu’s soul was still languishing in Nippon. Rus would never pass up on such a great opportunity unless the circumstances required as such. Yet, the fact remained that they were now requesting to join forces.
After all, Russian darkfeathers were known to be the top darkfeathers in the world. They bore the marks of the KGB, and anyone who understood world history would be able to tell you their thunderous achievements throughout the first and second world wars.
“What do you want?”
“Hell can take the soul of Genghis Khan. Believe me, the Tsar has no intention of vying over the souls belonging to Hell. All we ask is that we split the territory of the Mongol Empire into two equal halves.”
Rumyantsev hadn’t flinched in the slightest, even when he was talking about the annihilation of an entire country.
That said, Qin Ye knew that he would get himself into trouble if he acted out of line and showed any inclination to the offer on the table. After all, if the tomb of Emperor Taizu of Yuan were indeed located in the heart of the Mongol Empire, the Second King Yanluo would have sent troops at once without even consulting with the Russian Underworld.
“Naturally.” Rumyantsev smiled, “The Russian Underworld eagerly awaits your good news. Our Undead Crusaders grow impatient. This concerns matters that we’ve discovered 30 years ago after all. The fact that we have not overstepped the ambit of our authority all this while is testament to the Tsar’s sincerity.”
That said, Qin Ye didn’t want to engage with them any further than he had to, so he promptly nodded, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
With that, the door finally shut on him.
Everything in the church fell silent. Rumyantsev swirled the contents in his glass, as though deep in thought. Meanwhile, the other four Yin spirits at the table stared intently at him, ostensibly with a multitude of words at their lips, yet none dared say a single word.
“My Lord…” Igor asked cautiously, “Is that… really a good idea?”
“Do you think it’s still the time to be considering these things? Igor, you’ve been following me for over a century! Do you really not understand? It’s no wonder you’re unable to move beyond the ranks of a mere secretary!” Rumyantsev shot to his feet violently. The netherflames in his eyes blazed in fury, and he gritted his teeth, “Judge Zhong didn’t even have us in his sights! And couldn’t you tell? There’s something wrong about him!”
“Since when does Hell move with such frugality?”
“Truth be told, I hadn’t wanted to talk about the matter concerning the soul of Emperor Taizu of Yuan, but… Judge Zhong came prepared, and even played his cards in a completely unexpected fashion. Admittedly, he was able to send my thoughts into disarray with his bizarre manner of speech, but more than that, it feels like he’s attempting to conceal something from us.”
Then, Rumyantsev suddenly lowered his voice to a whisper and sneered softly, “His Majesty the Tsar has instructed me that, be it human or Yin spirit alike, none shall be allowed to enter the Terminus of Terror. All who trespass must be killed without mercy!”
“And that’s none other than the Lord of Hanyang, Liu Yu.”
“He’s far more terrified of Hell than we are. After all, he knows all too well what kind of monstrosity he would be dealing with…”
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