Chapter 584: Gate of the Dead (1)

No… In fact, I might even have been misdirected by his tricks and look in all the wrong places. That’s where his specialties lie after all…

Meanwhile, the black cocoon slowly condensed into the shape of a writhing human, creaking and cracking as it appeared to reach its limits. Then, five seconds later, the top of the cocoon exploded, and the pale figure of a human burst out from within.

As soon as he emerged from the cocoon, hair instantly flowed out from the lady’s head and weaved together to form a pair of feathery wings. With a mighty flap, the man instantly darted towards the closest gap in the massive net of voracious hands!

However, as soon as the wings unfolded, tongues instantly lashed out from the palm of every voracious palm and leashed him to the spot.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”

Still not caught?!

Leather clothes, and then the human skin, and then flesh and bones… Is he only going to stop when he sheds everything?

SSS!!!

The entire canopy of the skies were filled with coravious hands and copious amounts of Yin energy. Answering the call of their master, they immediately bore down at once in an attempt to envelop Richard. At once, Richard looked up. His body clicked into the shape of a bow, with bones forming the bowstrong and his spine as the arrow. This was the face-off between a monster of a man and a terrifying ghost. Even the air made crackling sounds under the might of their abilities.

Pshk! The ball of Yin energy that had enveloped Richard was instantly torn apart. With a mighty sonic boom laced with the cries of a million ghosts, the bone arrow hurtled through the air, crossing the vast expanse of a thousand meters in the blink of an eye. It was aimed straight at Ryu Changmin’s head.

BOOM!!

Qin Ye could even see the tip of the arrow shaking violently as Yin energy continued to pour out of the arrowhead. Like a viper, it struggled to bore through the invisible wall obstructing its advances. It was only ten meters away, and yet the distance felt completely insurmountable.

Whoosh… The Yin energy that had previously wrapped itself around Richard drifted away with the wind, revealing hundreds of tongues binding up Richard’s skull. Richard’s eyes were clearly trembling with fear, and he appeared to be trying to say something. Unfortunately, his lips were completely bound up by the tongues around him.

Very good… Qin Ye nodded and walked over.

He could simply walk away from everything right now. After all, he’d learnt most of the things he could already learn from the script of death. All that remained was but one final step. However, Qin Ye refused to be humiliated like this!

“You’re a talent in your own right.” Qin Ye ran his finger gently across Richard’s skull and smiled faintly at him, “Do you know something? I’ve read your biography. You’ve… lived an incredible life.”

With that, Qin Ye clenched his fist and crushed the skull into pieces. A sharp, mournful scream filled the air. What remained of the King of Spies turned to ashes.

After all, he could always glean the truth from Richard’s memories.

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The fiercely haunted mental hospital that was ubiquitously known throughout Daehan. In fact, its legends were so well known that none dared to even draw close to it.

It was located on the outskirts of the city, and regular taxis would never think of picking up any customers here at this time of the night. Even then, there were hundreds of brave agents dressed in camouflage uniform stationed at every intersection of the roads here both day and night.

Forbidden zone for the living.

Forbidden Zone S001.

“What the hell is going on?!” A Daeian man dressed in white lab coat barked at the gathering of people around him in English, “Gonjiam Asylum’s seal is on the verge of shattering! The Yin energy reading within has already exceeded 20 million! When will reinforcements from your country be arriving?”

“Sir!!” Several men from the LSD immediately interjected, and one explained, “But this is the Gyeonggi Province we’re talking about! It’s the heart of Daehan, and also where Hanyang is located!”

A middle-aged woman who was an advanced Hellguard-class expert looked up at the Cathayan man with despair written all over her face, “Sir… I’m begging you! Please call for aid from the three strongest powers of your country! The paranormal within Gonjiam Asylum has already been brewing for several years, and it seems to be on the verge of eruption tonight! By our estimates, the evil ghost within will emerge in no more than three days’ time! You… You’ve got to spare a thought about the lives of millions living in Gyeonggi Province!”

“Rather than begging us for help, shouldn’t you be seeking aid from Adrian, the Archbishop of the East Continent, who is also an intermediate Prefect-class expert? We’ve already been kind enough to help Daehan with the construction of several counter-supernatural facilities since the founding of modern day Cathay.”

There was a thin LCD scream located in front of them depicting a particularly remote part of the Gonjiam Asylum. Nobody was there, and yet… the entrance slowly opened up on its own.

The ferocious beast was finally baring its fangs. They were on the cusp of the final act of the script of death.

Elsewhere, at Gonjiam Asylum. A Yin spirit stood out on the open road, decked out in brilliant golden armor and holding an exquisite lance in his hand.

It was none other than Liu Yu.

This was the calm before the storm. The night seemed particularly dark, and the rustle of the leaves seemed to stir with great uneasiness. Even the skies were overcast and rumbling with thunder and lightning.

There were 20,000 cavalrymen arrayed behind him, of which the first 10,000 were decked out in their newest Tigerform Battle Armor. Their lances rested softly on the ground, while scarlet netherflames peeked out from behind their black masks like fiery constellations in the sky.

Furthermore, there were 30,000 infantrymen with their bows and arrows at the ready.

In fact, it would be more accurate to describe the carriage as a skeletal throne. It was ten meters high, formed entirely out of stacked human bones and dragged by skeletal horses. Rumyantsev was decked out in his decorated marshal’s uniform as he sat on the throne, resting his hand on the hilt of the sword that was plunged straight into the ground. The nine KGB agents around gazed intently at the road ahead.

Anyone who dared pass through without his permission would instantly be greeted by thousands of arrows and the charge of thousands of cavalrymen!

The numbers of soldiers arrayed in this place spelt war. No Emissary - not even Abyssal Prefect - would be allowed entry into Gonjiam Asylum, no matter the cost!

“He will.” Rumyantsev responded curtly and without any hesitation, “So long as he’s an Emissary of Hell, he will surely come.”

“The mighty Russian Underworld has never set cowards in their sights.”

There were underworlds out there who would bang the table and make a fuss during international conventions, yet their actions would hardly cause a stir because of how insignificant they were.

Everyone knew that the dragon was merely sleeping, but most certainly not dead.

And sooner or later, it would arise and make its grand appearance once again!