Chapter 683: Dialogue Between the Gods of Death (4)

Meanwhile, the Mythic Spirits laughed boisterously, with great arrogance and haughtiness in their voices. They had all traversed across half of the entire world, making their arrival with a grand entrance that instantly laid waste to the Russian cavalry in the area. The terrifying Yin energy that poured out endlessly from them sent Aristotle’s white robes fluttering madly, while Catherine’s golden hair and puffy skirt ensemble were practically sent flying horizontally into the sky!

Khuree, a capital that hadn’t even begun to make a splash in the mortal realm, was currently the focal point of the entire netherworld.

Not a single underworld was oblivious to the winds of change in the vicinity.

This was an exchange between the lords of various underworlds.

Nippon, Amano Iwato. The throne was tethered to the ground by innumerable iron chains. A colossal Eight-Foot Mirror was filled with dense Yin energy even as it reflected the pale appearance of a person with disheveled hair.

“Over ten Yama-Kings… gathered in the direction of… the Mongol Empire? What in the world is happening over there?”

“A gathering of Yama-Kings… Is Hell finally planning to emerge from reclusion and make a splash on the international arena again? This might well be the catalyst to the next great war of the netherworld…”

That said, none of them were aware that Aristotle was currently bearing the brunt of Mythic Spirits’ aggression. The Yin energy pouring out of his body was almost completely washed away by the intense torrent of Yin energy from the Mythic Spirits. “Damn…” The wooden staff in his hand blossomed with a pale light, forming an invisible shield that appeared right in front of him. It promptly glowed with divine radiance, but even then, it wasn’t able to stop the turbulent flow of Yin energy pouring out from the Mythic Spirits’ arrival.

“Shit!” With a hoarse muffled grunt, he was sent hurtling back hundreds of meters away. He dug his feet deep in a feeble attempt to stabilize himself, only to end up dragging deep grooves in the ground. Next to him, Catherine the Great shrieked wildly as she transformed into a sky full of crows that got blasted back hundreds of meters, before they all slowly came together and coalesced into a human being once more.

“What are you trying to do?” Catherine the Great continued to hold up her fan, concealing the lower half of her face, “Are you trying to kill us? You should know full well that the unnatural death of any god of death would immediately trigger a regional war!”

Her voice grew more impassioned as she went on, until she finally shrieked at the top of her voice. At once, a mighty shockwave rippled out from her lips, only to be dampened and suppressed by the dense clouds of Yin energy that roiled around them. Surprisingly, not even someone at her strength was able to breach the encirclement of Mythic Spirits around her.

Damn it… how could this have happened?!

They were obviously mistaken about one thing.

In the past, such acts of disrespect would immediately attract a swift backlash from Hell and Hell alone - Forbidden Arts? Who says you can do something like that before consulting with us?!

Unfortunately, she wasn’t given the time to consider these things. Just as she was lost in her own thoughts, there was suddenly a violent howl of a wolf, followed by dozens of scarlet netherflames lighting up at once like a night sky full of demons. A split second later, a 20-meter long green wolf with illusory limbs and rows of eyes running down its face suddenly burst through the darkness and lunged straight at them!

ROAR!!!

“I can’t wait to gnaw off all the flesh from your bones!!!”

“How dare you act insolently against one of the patriarchs of the Argosian Underworld?!!” Aristotle fought back desperately. The muscles on his arms swelled up at once, revealing rings of golden light that rippled throughout his body. Even then, his entire body shook from the intense shock and anger in his heart, and he panted with ragged breaths, “How dare you conspire to assassinate one of the patriarchs of the Argosian Underworld?!!”

This was none other than Black Mamba Mythic Spirit!

Then, before Black Mamba could even finish, countless spots of purple netherflames suddenly emerged from the darkness around, roaring like the engines of a mighty bomber.

Rather, it was an endless swarm of hornets that were all immolating with netherflames. Each hornet was as thick as an arm, and they swept through the sky like a mighty wave.

Following that, a scarlet flame erupted from the depths of the darkness around, and a 50-meter giant bird soared into the skies like the birth of a radiant sun.

It represented light.

And as soon as it appeared the netherflames in its eyes burst forth, causing a pillar of flames almost ten meters thick to erupt from the beak of the glorious bird, completely engulfing the feathered ball in flames.

It was almost as though they were introducing themselves one by one. A three-headed hyena followed closely behind, emerging in a violent display of pitch-black karmic flames that tore at the feathered orb that continued to protect Aristotle.

Today, the sky was the limit!

The opening salvo of the Mythic Spirits was arguably no less powerful than some of the first generation Forbidden Arts. A variety of colours weaved together, transforming into a terrifying ball of white light that glistened like the rising sun. Catherine the Great stood just beside the ball of light, trembling profusely. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined things to devolve so quickly and so abruptly.

Why is this happening?

Or are you telling me that they’re only finally starting to think for themselves?

There was a terrifying explosion.

Qin Ye and the Harken couldn’t help but shut their eyes while things slowly subsided. A few minutes later, they slowly opened their eyes to an incredible sight.

He trembled slightly. His skin and flesh had almost completely been stripped right off his body, revealing the dark bones underneath. His clothes were now tattered, and the fine helmet and armbands had all been crushed and shattered into pieces. His entire being swayed softly like a candle in the wind that was teetering on the verge of being completely blown out.

His heart was filled with regret. His heart was truly filled with regret.

It was all supposed to be a harmless trip to the Mongol Empire.

So why did things turn out this way?

“Do you… truly wish to see the march of Argosian Yin soldiers once again?”

Every single Mythic Spirit stared intently at him.

“As a member of one of the P4 underworlds, you should know full well what the consequences would be if I were to be killed right here in this place!”

He gnashed his teeth and spoke like a lone wolf that was struggling to stay alive, “Lord Thanatos is watching me all this while! There’s no chance that he would let a patriarch of the Argosian Underworld die here in these lands! If you dare make another move against me… I assure you--...”

Then, he looked up with a slightly astonished expression, “You’ve asked Hell to preside over its regional affairs, and we’ve done so. You’ve then asked Hell not to do anything, and we’ve also acceded to that request of yours.”

“You…” Catherine the Great’s eyes grew bloodshot. She was practically on the verge of accusing Qin Ye - Weren’t you the ones who attracted this group of murderous barbarians to these lands?!

Ignoring Her, Qin Ye turned to the Mythic Spirits, “Everyone, the Resentment Crystals Mine is located in Terelj National Park. I’m afraid that they might be finishing up their extraction operations right now. Would you be minded to cast an eye on them?”

“The Argosian Underworld. Not only have you breached the articles of the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Forbidden Arts, you’ve even knowingly supported the Russian Underworld in this endeavour of theirs. Patriarch Aristotle, do you know of the heinous crimes you’ve committed?!”