Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 401 401. Conspiring loudly in front of the parties involved (First update)
The people on the mysterious side all attach great importance to confidentiality. Almost all of them will create a layer of disguise for themselves and specifically find places where no one is close to meet.

Some more extreme ones even add layers of identities to their identities.

Perhaps this is because there are so many strange and bizarre abilities in the mysterious side that no one dares to guarantee that they know all of them.

At the same time, the ability to curse is not a secret on the mysterious side.

Although not many people know how to do it, no one can be sure that they will not be affected.

There are many examples in history of powerful men who were once invincible on the battlefield, but eventually died tragically under the curse.

It was already night time and the remote place was completely dark at this time.

There was no light or pedestrians. Apart from the street lamps a hundred meters away flashing from time to time, there was no other light source in this area.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on this section of road. Because the city was captured and the battle between giants broke out during this period, the residents here had learned to stay at home and not go out at night.

Otherwise, if you go out for a night walk, there is a high probability that you will encounter secret police and some strange things.

For the residents of this city, the former is not so bad, which means they will be detained for 15 days for investigation.

Although he became much thinner and pale after coming out, he finally survived.

But if you encounter other things or people from other forces, then leaving the body intact is already the best outcome.

More people will be like being swallowed by the darkness, with no one to be seen alive and no body to be found after death.

If some unlucky person were to accidentally come here, then the [thing] hidden in the darkness would surely gladly accept this midnight snack delivered to their doorstep.

They are the "aliens" hidden in the darkness and the mist of history, who once disappeared and reappeared with a mysterious revival.

Ordinary people who were completely unaware of this chose to stay away from this place because of their genuine fear of it.

The most ancient genes in their bodies told them that it was the endless darkness that came with the night.

In this darkness, there lurks something they cannot understand, something more terrifying than wild beasts, cold, hunger, and death.

Silent, shadowless, invisible!
Darkness is always accompanied by the unknown, and the unknown always goes hand in hand with fear.

So the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the unknown.

In this darkness without light, it is a forbidden zone for human beings.

And in the darkness, those alien creatures that usually do not appear in public are also ready to move.

They were greedily breathing in the death power that still remained in the air. Even if there was only a trace of it left, it could still be clearly distinguished.

It's like putting a piece of gold in a pile of banknotes, or like the rednecks wearing red hats and shouting MAGA among the Democratic Party, which is very conspicuous.

"No doubt about it, this is Naratel, the breath of the kingdom of the dead."

The person who spoke was a vampire, a vampire earl of a higher rank than the vampire viscount that Mo Hao had killed before.

His pale face, protruding fangs, and darkness like the dress he was wearing all revealed his identity as a noble of the dark night.

Compared to the vampires, they more often call themselves the nobles of the dark night, the descendants of the dark moon and death.

"The dark purple giant that appeared that day was undoubtedly the Guide Marlowe, the Guide to the Underworld and the Controller of the River of Dead Souls."

The vampire count is famous for his mystical knowledge and even has the nickname "Doctor". The judgments he makes are undoubtedly trustworthy to most people.

"That is to say..." A trembling voice was heard in the darkness, "The knife in the hands of the Hades Guide Marlowe, the divine weapon that is granted the power to guide the souls of the dead, is in this city?!"

The Blood Clan Count pondered for a while and nodded, "It's possible."

There was a commotion in the darkness. It was obvious that everyone was thinking about how powerful they would become if they got the artifact that could guide the souls of the dead. [Naratyr], the land of the underworld, the kingdom of the dead.

Although it is a place that ordinary people should avoid, it represents a possibility for others, a possibility of eternal life.

To have such a possibility, one must first get the knife called "Ferryman".

There is only one knife.

But there are countless competitors.

For a moment, the hidden hostility quietly rose.

Perhaps because they didn't want to cause a conflict right now, or perhaps because they were afraid of being implicated, another voice rang out, "The Ferryman should be in Mo Hao's hands now."

The appearance of this sentence instantly made the hostility disappear.

Through various channels, they witnessed the tip of the iceberg of that battle: two giants over fifty meters tall and as big as mountains were fighting each other, and even the [Ferryman] of the guide Marlowe was taken away.

Just from this point, people can imagine how terrifying Mo Hao's strength is.

Apart from anything else, the sheer power of the fifty-meter-tall giant alone is enough to tear the earth apart and destroy the city.

No fortress could withstand an attack from a monster of that magnitude.

But the possibility of immortality is right before our eyes, so how could anyone back down at this moment?

A voice immediately rang out, "I admit that Mo Hao is indeed powerful, but after he fought with the Guide Ma Luo, he did not show up for a whole half month. It seems that he is not far from death."

The voice was full of disdain for Mo Hao. "Think about it. That's the Guide Ma Luo, the guide to the underworld, the controller of the river of dead souls, a demigod that exists in legends."

"Can we fight against an enemy of that level? Can Mo Hao handle it? What price did he pay to seize the Ferryman?"

"Or in other words, how close is he to death now?"

That voice aroused the greed of others and expressed what they were unable to say.

No one thought that Mo Hao would not pay any price after the battle with the Guide Malo, and lingering on would be his best outcome.

In this case, the artifact "Ferryman", which symbolizes the power to guide the souls of the dead, naturally cannot be left in the hands of a dying guy.

Some people covet "The Ferryman" and the possibility of immortality that it symbolizes.

Some people coveted the wealth that the Yellow Turban Army possessed at the time. After ransacking the homes of so many nobles, the assets that the Yellow Turban Army possessed at the time were no exaggeration to say that they were mountains of gold and silver for each individual.

Not to mention the land and population of the two cities of Yadi and Daxi, these things are also of great use to them.

Ambition and greed were thus aroused.

At the same time, the voice continued, "We can first capture the Yellow Turban Army and those close to Mo Hao..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a sneer.

"Hey!"

A voice that definitely did not belong to anyone here. Realizing that there was an outsider, everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

Then they saw that Mo Hao, who was just being discussed by them and was already dying and half dead, was standing there.

A smile appeared on his face, a hideous smile filled with malice.

(End of this chapter)