Chapter 242
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Chapter 242: Your Takeout
Northern Great Xia.
The pristine white snow blankets the rolling mountains, and amidst the snowy forests, a few birds are startled, flapping their wings as they soar into the sky.
Suddenly, a patch of black begins to spread across the distant sky.
In a small town far away, an old man dozing at home inadvertently catches sight of the sky, suddenly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“Old partner! Old partner!! Look at the sky, why is it half day and half night?”
“You silly old man, it’s broad daylight and you’re talking nonsense!” the woman scolded from the kitchen.
The old man stared blankly at the distant sky, muttering to himself, “Damn it… I’ve seen a ghost!”
…
Under the blackened sky.
The birds are enveloped by this darkness, their bodies suddenly jolting, and they fall straight from the air to the ground, lifeless, as if an invisible hand of death has quietly snuffed out their lives.
But just a few seconds later, these dead birds begin to twitch, and then astonishingly, they stand up again, flapping their wings just as they did in life, flying into the black sky.
The darkness continues to spread.
In the wilderness, several scattered graveyards among the mountains are shrouded in darkness, and eerie rustling sounds begin to emerge from the dead silence.
Bang—!
A patch of earth suddenly explodes, a heavy coffin lid flying several meters away, and a skeleton, not knowing how long it has been dead, slowly sits up, standing from the coffin, with hollow eyes ignited by strange black flames.
Bang bang bang bang—!!
With a series of sounds, all the corpses in the graveyard have come back to life, their stiff heads turning as they slowly walk towards the distant city, following the direction of the advancing darkness.
In this darkness, the line between life and death seems to have vanished.
This patch of darkness silently inches toward the city, the scent of death spreading through the air…
Until it encounters that man.
In the pure white snow, a middle-aged man draped in a plain dark red cloak sits there, around forty years old, with a standard star knife stuck in the snow beside him.
He raises his eyes to look at the encroaching darkness in the sky, pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, places it at the corner of his mouth, and leisurely lights it.
At the moment the flame sparks, a blinding light of Buddha radiates from him, like a surging golden wave crashing into the darkness before him, a faint chant echoing in the air!
The darkness is thus blocked in front of him.
The man sighs, slowly stands up, draws the star knife beside him, gazes into the distance at the darkness, and slowly speaks:
“Let me introduce myself, I am Ye Fan, the Supreme Commander of the Night Watchmen of Great Xia.”
In the sky, a figure emerges from the darkness, like a gentle breeze, gradually blowing towards Ye Fan.
At the moment he appears, the ten-mile forest instantly withers, and the pristine white snow seems to be stained with ink, a thick aura of death filling the air.
“Respected Ye Fan.” The ethereal figure slowly speaks, “I know you. Ten years ago in that divine war, you were shattered by Gaia, I didn’t expect you to still be alive.”
“Without destruction, there can be no creation. Surviving is also part of my fate.” Ye Fan calmly replies, “But you… I didn’t expect that after ten years, you still haven’t given up on the ‘Shiva’s Grudge.'”
“That thing is too dangerous; only Olympus is qualified to guard it.”
“Hahaha…” Ye Fan sneers, “Indeed, after the mist descended, only your Greek gods have remained the most intact. Let me guess, besides sacrificing all your citizens, how many of your own gods have you sacrificed?”
“Death God Thanatos, Sleep God Hypnos, Day Goddess Hemera… One of the five great primordial gods of Greece, Nyx’s offspring, you must have nearly wiped them all out, right?”
Ye Fan seems to recall something, smiling as he says, “Oh, by the way, perhaps you still don’t know, six months ago, Nyx appeared in Great Xia… When she fully returns, I wonder if Gaia can withstand her wrath?”
Upon hearing this, the ethereal figure visibly trembles; even though Ye Fan cannot see his face, he can sense his horror.
“Impossible, that woman is already dead!”
“You are the infamous King of the Underworld, Hades. No one in this world understands death better than you…” Ye Fan slowly says, “But in this mist, nothing is impossible.”
The aura of death surrounding Hades thickens, and he glares at Ye Fan, the pressure of the Underworld suddenly descending!
“Hand over ‘Shiva’s Grudge,’ or… I will turn this kingdom into my realm of the dead!” Hades’s voice seems to come from the underworld, chilling and terrifying. “This time, you won’t be as lucky as you were ten years ago…”
“Is that so?” Ye Fan raises an eyebrow slightly, “You seem to be not as strong as you were ten years ago.”
Hades’s pupils suddenly constrict.
This sudden mist has brought you gods down from myth to reality; as long as you are within the mist, you will grow weaker and weaker. In a hundred years, perhaps you will be no different from mortals.
“I think Gaia didn’t come in person this time just to hide in Olympus and preserve her strength?”
Ye Fan’s lips curl slightly, as if… like a dog barely hanging on to life.
Boom—!!
The surging aura of the underworld crashes beside Ye Fan, constantly devouring the Buddha light around him. Hades raises his chin, squinting at Ye Fan, and coldly speaks:
“Foolish mortal, I will make you understand… gods are always gods!”
…
Twenty kilometers from Cangnan City.
On a desolate road, a Maybach roars past.
In the driver’s seat, a thin young man has his window down, resting his left hand on the car door, his fingertips rhythmically tapping to the music, looking quite carefree.
At that moment, a figure in a yellow uniform rides an electric bike, keeping pace with him.
On the back of that uniform, four glaring characters are affixed.
—Mi Tuan Delivery.
The carefree young man is taken aback, glancing at the data on his dashboard, then at the delivery man beside him, feeling somewhat confused.
His speed has now reached 130 miles per hour; what electric bike can go that fast?!
Just as he is puzzled, the delivery guy rides with one hand while pulling something from the bag behind him with the other, pulling out a pizza box and handing it to the young man.
“Hello, this is your delivery.”
The young man shakes his head, “Are you crazy? I didn’t order any delivery.”
The delivery guy raises an eyebrow, “This is the trick of the god of mischief, Loki, number 018. This is your delivery.”
Ding ding!
The pizza box automatically pops open, revealing a neatly arranged row of explosives inside, glowing with an eerie blue light.
The young man’s expression instantly stiffens!
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