"I don't think I have anything to cooperate with you on." A cold voice rang out.
Before Tang could make a move, after hearing his father say this sentence, a shrill laugh came from the marionette's side.
That sound stirred emotions, and even through a layer of marionette, Tang felt his previous anger swell up like a balloon.
Attacked? No, it was just a pure release of divine power.
Tang made a decisive decision, wanting to sever the control of the spirit threads over this wraith marionette.
As long as the 'Bionic Marionette' module was there, severing the control of the spirit threads for a short time wouldn't be a problem even if he wasn't a Trick Sorcerer.
High-sequence Extraordinary individuals of the Abyss pathway were all experts at manipulating the emotions of others and leading them to corruption.
Dealing with such a guy required maintaining emotional stability and never allowing the devil to find a flaw.
Like now.
The marionette controlled by Tang itself was also exposed due to the sudden surge of emotions, and the devil seized the opportunity.
A marionette shouldn't have its own emotions or thoughts, but Tang was manipulating this marionette, so he became the one affected.
"Hahahaha, Death Consul, a Death Consul actually showing mercy to these ants? Salinger really chose the wrong person."
"No, He didn't choose wrong."
The sharp laughter suddenly subsided, like a death serpent hiding its fangs. The cold and chilling feeling made one's scalp tingle even through the marionette.
The devil looked at the man in front of him, who had bronze skin, was cold and aloof, like a god.
"I underestimated Him... oh, a marionette? Extraordinary individuals of the Seer pathway can actually hide a marionette beside the Death Consul?"
"You value him greatly. Who is he? Your friend? Your relative? Or your child?"
"Salinger indeed wasn't very kind, splitting the soul of his own child to bear part of his resurrection backhand."
"But ah—"
Mad whispers seemed to come with the other party's words, with the rise and fall of his voice, passing through the hearing into the marionette and into Tang's ears.
That was mental pollution.
It was too late.
The System's warning sounded, and Tang closed his eyes, preparing to separate his spirit from his body and ascend to resist the pollution.
Relying on his high Sequence, in a spirit body state, even without obtaining divinity, Tang had a certain resistance to pollution below his own Sequence, enough to avoid madness and being on the verge of losing control.
And this pollution spreading from the spirit threads wasn't much, but it all originated from an extraordinary source of pollution.
A vessel for divine descent... this wasn't an ability a devil should have, but something that belonged to a true god, to the true abyss.
A god mad beyond imagination, He had poured down more power than expected.
But, his Sequence was higher than this pollution!
At this moment, a hand reached out from outside his pocket and grabbed the gold coin hidden inside his coat pocket.
Just as he was about to leave his body to resist the pollution as a spirit, Tang felt a powerful force envelop the gold coin, obscuring all sounds and all sights.
Even the pollution that should have surged along the spirit threads fell into dead silence, into slumber.
The devil's power never appeared again, and all the senses on the marionette's side were blocked by his father.
The gold coin was obscured. Azik Eggers withdrew his hand from his pocket and stretched it out, palm up, as if holding something.
Light appeared in his hand.
It was dim, decaying light.
Countless rays of light twisted into团状 and burst forth one after another.
The surrounding things, anything stained with that dim light, were decaying, rotting, entering the final end of life.
Flowers would wither, living beings would die, and even 'existence' itself, under the guidance of this light, uncontrollably fell into the bottomless river of nothingness, into the eternal slumber of death.
At this moment, the underworld and the spirit world, those countless rich colors, burst forth one after another. The underworld actually descended into the real world for a moment!
It would ferry the dead, freeing all spiritual beings around from the shackles of their bodies, leading them to the realm of the dead.
The Sequence Two of the Death pathway, the Death Consul who once ruled the Byron Empire, the child of Nether Emperor Salinger, he, no, He himself represented the absolute power of this pathway.
Standing in the depths where layers of rich colors overlapped, Azik Eggers looked at the devil not far away and raised his hand again.
The devil raised his head. Traces of decay had already appeared on his face, and countless feathers stained with yellow filth grew from the rotten wounds.
A Sequence Two who had regained all his memories was not someone a vessel for divine descent, a mere Sequence Four devil, could touch!
Under the gaze of his cold brown eyes, his body rapidly expanded, as if trying to escape with all his might.
Azik Eggers tightened his hand, grasping the ball of light symbolizing decay and death.
The light swept through rapidly, and wherever it passed, all things would wither!
...
Tang stood in front of the French windows for a long time. There was no more movement from the marionette's side, and Tang couldn't control the spirit threads there either.
The spirit world was shielded, distorted by a more powerful force. The 'Bionic Marionette' module couldn't successfully reconnect him to the marionette there to observe the situation.
Tang looked at the early-rising resentful college students outside the window and sat down on the chair, exhaling a long breath.
After a long time, new movements finally came from the marionette's side again.
"It's alright now."
When the spirit world reappeared and the marionette could be controlled, Tang instantly manipulated the wraith marionette, allowing it to come out of the gold coin.
He had just consulted the System and confirmed that the System could also send something to the marionette through the spirit threads. Tang was prepared that if one wasn't enough, he would first use up the remaining uses of the Sun Scepter and then send the Sun Scepter over to give that devil a big one.
That was the pollution of the Chaos Sea rising. Even if the System said that each subsequent sun rising wouldn't be as strong as the first, the pollution itself could severely injure that devil.
Dark Side of the Universe, if you're so free, then send another pollution. Anyway, debts don't weigh one down.
Maybe it could even be a blessing in disguise, right?
But looking at the situation, it was much better than he thought.
At least it didn't come to the point where he had to use the Sun Scepter to bash the devil's head open.
Azik was now sitting in a seemingly small room, with dim yellow candlelight illuminating it.
There were no windows here, and the air had a damp and musty smell peculiar to basements.
His father seemed to have just arrived here through the spirit world. Tang looked around. He didn't see the devil, nor did he find any large-scale death scene or anything like that.
"He's gone."
Azik said in a low voice, "You were reckless, Tang."
(End of this chapter)