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Chapter 1805 The Grim Reaper's Fate? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
He placed his hand on his chest and quickly realized that the oppression did not come from his body, but from his soul.

His soul was being 'squeezed' by some kind of force, some invisible force that couldn't even be directly felt. His soul couldn't clearly feel this squeezing, but when this squeezing was transmitted to his body, it turned into a suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe.

It was not his body that was suffocating, but his soul.

Something is squeezing his soul.

However, he could not confirm the 'existence' of this thing with his own power and perception.

It was as if the thing itself did not exist, and all his feelings were just illusions.

It was as if this thing itself was a part of him, and that he was squeezing his own soul.

It's like someone choking themselves with their own hands.

Soon, the feeling of suffocation disappeared, as if it had never happened at all.

He tried to sense it more carefully, but he could no longer perceive it clearly.

It was as if everything he had just felt was a pure illusion.

Purple light instantly gathered in He Ao's eyes. He concentrated his super memory power inward and sealed off all his senses, attempting to maximize the enhancement of the 'Mystic Wizard'.

As his power penetrated deeper into his soul, some invisible fluctuations gradually emerged.

That invisible, shrinking state deep within the soul still exists, only becoming more invisible and difficult to perceive.

Moreover, it's even faster.

In that instant, He Ao realized that this invisible pressure probably came from a more powerful force, a force so powerful that he could not understand, perceive, or comprehend it at all.

Therefore, the squeezing sensation in my chest just now was not simply a sensation transmitted from the soul to the body, but also a kind of spiritual warning.

Even with the power of his three angels and the spiritual enhancement of various powerful and extraordinary items, his spiritual perception could only provide him with a warning of a squeezed chest for that brief moment.

This means that the force 'squeezing' him is of a higher level than he can imagine.

God?

Is it Death?
In that instant, he connected what Dester had just done in the square with his own situation.

Is this why the Church of Death refers to 'K' as 'Death'? Is it essentially some kind of ritual?

The Grim Reaper's ritual targeting 'K'?

So what does this current pressure mean?
In that instant, He Ao suddenly realized something, raised his head, and looked at the surrounding clouds and mist.

The purpose of this 'ritual' is to allow Death to truly 'replace' 'K', making 'K' a true 'embodiment' of Death?
So, can a few words really change most people's minds and make the ceremony a success?

This is unlikely.

So the conditions for the ritual to be completed are other requirements? Just 'shaking' is enough? As long as Dester can shake the faith of the 'K' followers, making them have a moment of doubt, the ritual will be successful?

That ceremony is way too simple.

No, it shouldn't be that the ceremony was simple.

The power of the sorcerer gathered in his mind, and He Ao's thoughts raced.

Death must have somehow 'grafted' the ritual, allowing people to directly obtain some of the ritual's 'belief' results when they waver.

Is the mastermind behind all of this actually Death?

Or perhaps Death has diverted some of its energy to push this forward?

The eyes of the gods are here, and the favor of the gods is here. This is why the Church of Death receives so much divine grace.

A stream of thoughts gathered in He Ao's mind, allowing him to quickly figure out what the Church of Death was doing.

But why?

He Aoneng could roughly understand the purpose of these actions, but he couldn't understand why Death would target 'K'.

Many people in the Federation believe that the Federation is the only civilization in the universe, and that the Federation is the only civilized world in the entire universe that is this large.

If the entire universe of mysticism is truly only the size of the Federation's hundred-odd cities, then He Ao can understand why Death, as an earthly deity, covets 'K's' faith.

But He's understanding of the occult world comes not only from the Federation.

He knew very well that the universe was vast, and the boundless starry sky was immense.

From the background stories described by the system, we know that gods are the most powerful beings in the entire starry sky. Their power far exceeds the understanding of mortals, and they can destroy a world with a flick of their wrist.

He Ao still remembers the scar left by his good friend in the martial arts world, which brought the fate of the entire world to an inescapable end.

'K' might have a significant influence within the Federation, but in the entire cosmos, its influence is probably no different from that of a needle in a haystack.

At most, He Ao's previous games with other friends gave him a bit of legendary status, but it's unlikely that this would attract the covetousness of Death, a true god.

They even wanted Death to orchestrate a plan to 'assimilate' He Ao.

Unless, of course, it is for something within Himself.

Do you possess something that even the gods would covet?

Historical records, the wheel of stars...

These things are powerful, but surely not so powerful that even the gods would covet them.

Moreover, how does Death know that you have something good on you?

Through what subtle clues did they discover it?
However, it is clear that Death only knows that 'K' refers to He'ao, and does not know He'ao's current identity. Otherwise, He'ao would be surrounded by a dense crowd of Death cultists right now.

He Ao raised his eyes, looked at the surrounding mist, and took a deep breath.

The progress of this instance was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to investigate carefully.

He hadn't even fully sorted out the initial clues, and this 'drama' seemed to be already beginning its final act.

However, in the later stages, the information that needed to be concealed in the early stages no longer needed to be concealed at all.

With the help of this information, we might be able to quickly uncover the truth, but both speed and response will be crucial.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the mist in the sky.

Some kind of twisted and terrifying creature is slowly emerging from the mist.

The air in the void cooled down, seemingly carrying a bone-chilling cold.

A distant song echoed in the void, and dark tides surged in the darkness. In the depths of the mist, it seemed as if a crowd of people were falling like cut straw.

Clearly, this instance is much more difficult than before.

He clapped his hands, took a folded top hat out of his pocket, unfolded it, smoothed out the wrinkles, and put it on his head.

“My mother is from the Julia family, and I have an aunt who is still alive there, and she holds a high position,” Medara said while rapidly manipulating her phone.
“I just contacted her. She said the Julia family will give us two places so we can temporarily escape this fog. However, I estimate that after the fog clears, we'll have to do a lot for the Julia family to pay back what we owe them, but at least we'll survive.”

She looked up at the surrounding fog. "Although this fog is terrifying, it doesn't damage physical or mechanical facilities, and the network still works. However, we still have to leave immediately. This fog seems to corrode our bodies, and if we don't leave soon, we might be left with permanent scars."

She raised her hand, took out a small bracelet, and put it on her wrist. A faint light enveloped her body, and her originally pale cheeks became slightly rosy.

"I don't know how many people will die in this incident. It's a pity. Those people did nothing wrong. But don't be too kind. You can't change anything. Let's find a place and survive first."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to He Ao, then looked at He Ao wearing the top hat, her eyes suddenly widening, "What are you going to do?"

“Go do something I should be doing now.” He Ao adjusted his top hat and looked at the thick fog around him.

As he looked, a blurry shadow suddenly burst out of the mist and lunged at him.

He Ao raised his hand, and a fiery whip, burning with flames, was thrown from his hand, instantly wrapping around the shadow like a blazing rope.

The rope bound the shadow, setting its entire body ablaze. The shadow struggled, but ultimately could not withstand the raging flames.

Then the raging fire began to contract inward, compressing the shadow into the shape of a wild horse.

“You’ve been a leader for so many years, you should understand,” Medara said, looking at Heo in front of her, her teeth slightly clenched, “one person’s strength can’t change anything. Even if you were once a mercenary leader, a board member of the Gates Corporation, and a B-level superhuman, aren’t you still all alone now, running around like a stray dog?”

She looked at He Ao and said, "What you are doing now is nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame. Anyone with eyes can see that this fog is a battle between angels. If we mortals get involved, we will only die."

“Thank you,” He Ao said, looking at her and nodding slightly.

Then he raised his hand, grasped the fiery reins, and laughed, “But some things have to be done by someone, and I’ve lived long enough.”

As he spoke, he leaped up and jumped onto the fiery steed. The raging flames engulfed his body, burning him into a flaming skeleton.

The grotesque skeleton lowered its head, slightly raised its top hat (which was not yet engulfed in flames), and gave a slight bow to the lady below.

The woman below looked up at the figure engulfed in flames. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

She raised her hands, lifted the tattered hem of her skirt, and bowed slightly in return to the fire knight.

He Ao smiled, flicked the reins, and gave a spur to the fiery steed beneath him.

The horse, in pain, galloped wildly, carrying He Ao's body through the surging smoke.

The woman who remained behind simply stared blankly at the figure riding away until it completely disappeared into the mist.

Finally, she slightly lowered the hem of her skirt that she was holding, turned her head, and looked behind her.

Just then, a flame fell from the sky and landed in front of her. She reached out and caught the flame.

The flame hovered in mid-air below, and there was no burning sensation. She held it in her palm, like a candle lit in the darkness, dispelling the fog.

The body, faintly visible in the shadows, also retreated slightly as the flames burned.

-

Wilderness outside Rock City
Lush green plants covered the entire towering building, their thick vines tinged with a dark red glow, clinging to the exposed steel frame.

Around these lush green plants, towering iron walls were erected, enclosing the entire building and the surrounding plants and open spaces.

Cameras and machine guns were set up on the iron wall, slowly scanning the wilderness outside.

Huge, bright red characters were printed on this iron wall, and they read:

[Dangering restricted area, entry prohibited]
A strange beast resembling a deer approached the wall, raised its head, and gazed at the towering building.

The automatic machine gun on the wall was slightly aimed at it, but no further action was taken.

The little deer gazed at the building, as if it saw something on it.

ga-

Just then, a loud cry came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, huge black birds suddenly flew across the sky, streaking across the heavens and fleeing away from the buildings.

At this moment, the silent earth began to tremble, and the creatures that originally lived around this wilderness began to flee in all directions.

They crashed into trees and smashed through rocks, fleeing desperately into the distance.

The little deer remained standing there, gazing blankly at the towering building.

A faint red glow flickered from the vines that entwined the tall buildings, displaying a dazzling color against the dim sky.

At that moment, a faint sound, like countless people whispering together, rang out under the dim sky.

The machine guns and cameras were still spinning, but their bodies seemed to be covered with a dark red glow.

The whispers grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the night.

The mountains seemed to change direction at this moment, and the earth seemed to be upside down.

The fawn stood before the iron wall, gazing at the towering buildings. Twisted flesh began to writhe and spread across its body.

bang bang bang-

Just then, the automatic machine gun on the iron wall suddenly opened fire into the sky.

The sharp sound startled the fawn, and it turned around without hesitation and ran away with its back to the iron wall.

Behind it, the vines wrapped around the wall writhed slightly, and a faint dark red glow, like blood, flowed on the vines.

The entire building seemed to undulate and contract slightly at this moment, as if something terrifying was slowly awakening.

The mountains were eerily quiet under the cover of night, but the subtle yet intense whispers seemed all the louder and more boisterous.

With a noisy wind, it swept across the fields.

(End of this chapter)