Chapter 681: Dialogue Between the Gods of Death (2)
The battle for sovereignty had been raging for over three hours, and it was finally coming close to an end.
On the ground, the six majestic creatures symbolizing the leaders of the Mongol Underworld had already been hunted down like hapless prey, only to be trampled underfoot by the tide of Russian cavalry and reduced to wisps of Yin energy that quickly dissipated into the skies. The final remnants of the once glorious Yuan Dynasty was soon about to be swept away from the surface of the Three Realms.
Qin Ye watched on silently. It was the fall of the curtains soon. Those who were on the verge of annihilation were almost warning him that if he didn’t remain vigilant and work diligently at Hell’s revival, he would one day only follow in their footsteps.
Time seemed to come to a complete halt at this moment. He could see each and every Mongol cavalryman that was still alive. They still put on a brave and courageous front, but the Iron Stupa were all dead, and so were the rest of the leaders of the Mongol Underworld. They were still filled with passion and a burning desire to fight back, but they were no more than helpless groups of Soul Hunters.
“Gods be with us!”
At least, they would die in valor and glory.
And then, they charged recklessly towards the boundless oceans of Russian cavalrymen arrayed against them.
This was their final test of faith.
Charge!
There were only a few thousand remnant Mongol Yin soldiers remaining, but they still charged with such vigor as though they numbered tens of thousands in all. But, just then, the Russian military formation suddenly shifted to the side, revealing a crack running through the entire formation. And then, a figure slowly walked out.
As she forged forward, the pack of remnant Mongol forces that were charging straight towards the Russian army quickly slowed down. The Yin energy at their feet flourished wildly in response to the queen that was standing right in front of them. Within moments, their Yin energy slowly began to converge together into a mighty vortex of Yin energy. Yet, even then, she showed no signs of backing down or retreating. In fact, she even stepped forward, as though declaring that she alone would confront the thousands of Mongol cavalrymen arrayed in front of her.
One of the three gods of death of the Russian underworld!
“What a terrifying oppressive might…” Qin Ye gasped coldly, and the Harken promptly responded, “She’s stronger than Peter the Great. Take a good look. This marks the erasure of an underworld from the surface of the netherworld. Although the Mongol Empire has left a heavy mark in history, their inability to secure for themselves the soul of Genghis Khan meant that their underworld was devoid of any Yama-class existence. Their death and destruction has been a long time coming.”
“Gods protect us!!”
Whoosh!! The bodies of the Russian cavalrymen promptly became elongated as they were forcibly sucked into the black hole against their own will. Within moments, all of them were reduced to their constituent wisps of Yin energy and netherflames and were drawn into the heart of the black hole without any form of resistance whatsoever.
Rumble… There was a final tremor. Then, a split second later, what seemed to be a scarlet thread suddenly appeared in the void, before promptly splitting into a crack that remained invisible to the naked eye of mere mortals. Copious amounts of Yin energy poured out from within.
An entire underworld of netherflames and buildings were all reduced to wreckage in an instant. There were even traces of what once used to be statues of their lord Genghis Khan, as well as the carvings that depicted the legends of their faith. Like a reverse black hole, the crack began to spew out everything within, almost as though forcibly expelling everything that belonged to the Mongol Underworld.
This was the end of a civilization, and the collapse of an underworld. Qin Ye silently took in every bit of this sight, and he couldn’t help but tighten his fists.
And it was also at that moment that he swore in his heart that he never wanted Hell to experience something like that.
Tragic, yet beautiful. This was the swan song of the Mongol Underworld. The legends of the Mongol Underworld had all gone up in flames.
Every step the figure took made the clouds of Yin energy tremble beneath her feet. She was obviously only accompanied by her two skeletal maids, but her imposing figure felt like the presence of an army of thousands of soldiers and war horses. Her presence was stifling.
Her voice sounded as though it had been stitched together from the voices of a multitude of women of all ages, including old and young, and even infant girls. But, even then, her words rang clearly in each of their ears.
He made it patently clear that he knew all about the Russian Underworld’s feeble attempt to keep him here. There was no meaning to beat about the bush after all.
Qin Ye was about to respond when his pupils suddenly shrank, and his hand suddenly paused on the Harken’s back.
They’re coming…
It wouldn’t take them more than 20 minutes… No, in fact, it would probably take slightly over ten minutes before they arrived!
“Oh, that reminds me.” Just then, Catherine the Great suddenly paused in her steps and turned back to gaze intently at the Harken, “There was an incident while excavating the tomb of Genghis Khan, and we’ve sealed it off completely…”
“How dare you?!!”
“How dare you encroach upon Genghis Khan’s tomb without Hell’s approval! This is treachery! And to think that you even dared seal the tomb of your own volition! Are you courting death?!!”
“Does Hell actually still have it in them?”
Why?
Even though they haven’t made any categorical declarations of war, her words are still more than sufficient to trigger a serious diplomatic fallout! Are they not afraid of Hell’s terrifying might?
The Harken chuckled.
Divine Dust!
A terrifying pale light began to shine through the darkness, and it was aimed directly at Catherine the Great. At that instant, she lifted her puffy skirt slightly, and she vanished from sight with a quick flicker. Then, just as the pillar of light was about to burst out with intense might, a withered hand suddenly emerged from the darkness, forcibly wresting energy away from the ball of light at the Harken’s lips and onto the palm of his hand. The hand was clearly unharmed by the light as it continued to drag more and more light away from the Harken.
A third Yama-King. Has the Russian Underworld actually sent out a third Yama-King?!
Crack… The withered hand tightened its grip, and the ball of light in his hand shattered into countless spots of Yin energy that quickly vanished into the surroundings.
It was an old man.
Qin Ye gasped in horror. His mind went numb in an instant.
Ever since the onset, they had always been acting on their postulations and deductions of what the truth actually was. However, even though their deductions were theoretically sound, they had no hard evidence to prove their deductions in the slightest.
Would the Russian Underworld have dared to act so boldly to seize the Resentment Crystals if not for the support of one of the P4 underworlds?
They were probing.
Meanwhile, as soon as the Harken saw the old man, it took a deep breath, “This is… the Argosian Underworld. Vice-chairperson of the Assembly, Aristotle.”
“You’ve actually travelled all the way here to the East Continent?!”
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