Chapter 1795
by 林方方Chapter 1795 Torture
…dead?
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over the list of causes and effects, his hand gripping the paper tighter and tighter.
In this world, only two people could see cause and effect, one was the Monk of Destiny, and the other was him… [Causeless Cause] and [Predetermined Effect] were of the same level, even the Monk of Destiny couldn’t deceive his eyes.
The victims represented by these names were indeed dead, and the remaining two hundred people were on the verge of death, absolutely unable to hold on until they reached Olympus.
“So, their purpose from the beginning was to kill ordinary people out of spite?” A fierce anger burned in Lin Qiye’s eyes. “These beasts…!!!”
As murderous intent raged wildly, the Monk of Destiny was about to say something when Lin Qiye shouted angrily at the void beside him:
“Shut up!”
The Monk of Destiny was stunned.
Without another word, Lin Qiye first sank his consciousness into the Gods’ Mental Hospital, killed the constantly chattering [Chaos], and then returned to reality, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
The Monk of Destiny realized that the previous words weren’t directed at him, so he asked:
“What do you plan to do?”
The anger on Lin Qiye’s face gradually subsided, quickly returning to his usual calmness, though in his eyes, one could vaguely see flashes of cold light.
Lin Qiye’s first purpose in attacking Olympus was to save people… but now that the people were dead, only endless hatred remained between them and Olympus. Since it was about revenge, without overwhelming advantage, charging into Olympus would be an absolute risk, all harm and no benefit.
He pondered for a moment, then spoke grimly:
“Then we’ll wait three more days… After three days, we’ll bathe Olympus in blood!”
Seeing this, the Monk of Destiny finally relaxed somewhat. He nodded slightly, “Since you’re back, I’ll leave this work to you. I’ll come find you again in three days.”
The Monk of Destiny walked out of the office, closed the door, and slowly walked toward the end of the corridor.
The dusky sunset fell on his muddy kasaya, his shadow walking between light and darkness. His slender fingertips reached into his robe, slowly pulling out another list…
He glanced at this list, lightly flicked it, and it turned into scattered fragments, disappearing with the breeze.
“Don’t blame me… everything is for the final victory.”
…
Olympus.
Under the low, dark clouds, a massive “3” hung like the Sword of Damocles governing fate above the head of every Greek deity.
Hades, the King of the Underworld, wearing a black robe, walked into a dark palace. Crimson bloodstains splattered the floor tiles, already congealed into scabs.
In the deepest part of the palace, a blood-covered figure was suspended on an iron frame, head hanging low, as if dead.
“How is it going?” Hades’ voice sounded low.
“Still hasn’t said anything,” a vicious figure in armor, holding a whip covered in thorns, respectfully replied.
“Seems like a tough one.”
Hades chuckled, walked up to the figure, and lifted her chin with one hand…
Xia Simeng’s eyes were covered with blood, her eyelashes stuck together. Through the bloody gaps, she looked at the man before her, the corners of her pale lips curving slightly upward.
“Hehe… if it isn’t the famous Hades… you actually have time to visit me… why didn’t you bring a gift?”
“Gift? What gift would you like?”
“Perhaps the teeth you lost when you invaded Da Xia? Hahaha…”
Xia Simeng’s arrogant laughter echoed throughout the palace. Hades’ gaze instantly turned cold. His slender fingers gripped Xia Simeng’s throat, silencing her laughter. A chilling energy seeped from his fingertips into Xia Simeng’s body, turning her neck purple.
“I don’t want to waste words with you… Since you’re Athena’s proxy, has she contacted you in the past few years? Where did she go with Nyx?” Hades’ voice was ice-cold.
Xia Simeng’s pupils gradually dilated. She opened her mouth and hoarsely said:
“No…”
Hades frowned and asked again, “Since you’re Athena’s proxy, your position in Da Xia’s Night Watchers must not be low… I ask you, what moves is Da Xia making recently? Besides those human deities, what other trump cards do you have?”
Xia Simeng’s face was like death ash. She seemed to finally succumb to the King of the Underworld’s divine power, mumbling something inaudible.
Hades released his grip and moved closer to Xia Simeng. “What did you say?”
“I… said… Da Xia… recently… wants to…”
Hearing these vague words, Hades’ eyes lit up slightly.
“Wants to… give me vacation… ten days… no… twenty days…”
Hades froze, then after a moment came to his senses and stared at Xia Simeng. “You’re mocking me?!”
Xia Simeng burst into laughter, showing no sign of her previous near-death state. Her eyes were full of mockery.
Rage burned in Hades’ eyes. He snatched the whip from the guard beside him and frantically lashed it against Xia Simeng’s body. The frost-emitting thorns cut open her flesh, and fresh blood splattered throughout the palace!
But Xia Simeng just clenched her teeth, like a tense corpse, seemingly unaware of pain.
After a full half minute of whipping, when Xia Simeng’s breath had nearly vanished, Hades finally stopped. His heaving chest gradually calmed, and he coldly glanced at her.
“Throw her back in the cage, don’t let her die. Drag her out for another beating tomorrow!”
With those words, Hades’ form turned into a shadow and disappeared from the palace.
Following instructions, the guard untied the dying Xia Simeng from the iron frame. With a thud, she collapsed to the ground like mud. He grabbed her hair with one hand and dragged her like garbage to a huge cage.
This cage had a very strange design. From a distance, it looked like a bird cage made of gold, elegant yet sturdy, even keeping the hazy gray mist outside, as if it were the dwelling of some divine bird.
But now, this golden bird cage was packed with humans.
These humans were disheveled and filthy, huddled together in various parts of the cage, roughly a thousand people at a glance.
At the edge of the cage, several injured young women were silently watching the direction of the palace. As the guard dragged Xia Simeng from the pool of blood, their pupils suddenly contracted. They instinctively wanted to stand up but restrained themselves, pretending to huddle in place as if nothing had happened.
Creeeeak—
The guard opened the cage door, casually threw Xia Simeng inside, disgustedly wiped the blood from his hands, closed the door, and walked away.
After confirming he was gone, the young women rushed forward and picked up the blood-covered Xia Simeng:
“Captain?! Are you alright, Captain?!!”