Chapter 836 - 835: Yu Sheng’s Nth Resurrection

Chapter 836: Chapter 835: Yu Sheng’s Nth Resurrection

Lucrecia controlled the flying carpet, accelerating towards the gigantic triangular gate, while behind them, the fox fire and smoke blanketing the sky were rapidly dissipating, and the massive mirror-like rift still silently stood above the forest.

The recent violent attack hadn’t broken the state of the rift; it maintained its usual silence, showing no reaction to the earlier bombardment.

If Yu Sheng wasn’t down to his last breaths, with that oddly shaped blood-red spear still stuck in him, he’d suspect that the attack he just experienced was a fake.

The warm fox tail wrapped around him from all sides. Yu Sheng felt his consciousness gradually drift away, vaguely hearing some wind whistling by his ears and his companions’ intermittent conversation—

"We’re at the door... I’ll carry the Savior down first..."

"Erin, don’t follow the door back later..."

"Uncle Yu, is this really okay... you usually do it like this?"

"Oh, nothing’s amiss, this time he’s at least whole, put it on him as a celebratory funeral, just let the C-type buckle give him a couple of bows later..."

Then, Yu Sheng knew nothing more.

A few people, with a heartily open-minded corpse, hurriedly passed through the revolving door at death’s end, where the council president and some others were still waiting in the open space at the entrance.

No doubt, Yu Sheng’s state with a spear through his chest being carried out by Hu Li was shockingly impactful to anyone witnessing it—Trouble’s light bulb blew at the first sight, and with a shout, Kant sprayed sparks everywhere, singeing half of the president’s beard.

The president didn’t mind his beard; he rushed over in two steps: "What’s going on here..."

"Don’t panic, don’t panic, it’s a tactical celebratory funeral," Erin jumped vigorously in place, waving her arms and shouting loudly, "It’s fine, anyway, soon you won’t remember this... Move aside a bit, let the silly fox put Yu Sheng down first."

The president frowned, then recalled some past reports from Baili Qing.

Within the Council, Yu Sheng’s ability to "resurrect" wasn’t a secret, but witnessing it firsthand was a first for them—of course, given that only Baili Qing among the five council members received the "Blood Transfer," theoretically only she could fully remember this process...

The president and Kant thought of the same thing, their expressions somewhat subtle as they looked at Yu Sheng, their gaze filled with thoughtfulness and curiosity about what was to happen next.

Red also rushed over immediately, having heard Erin’s shouting and then the babbled recounts from Hu Li and the others—about the "Old World" on the other side of the door, about the dense fog, the forest, and the gigantic mirror-like rift.

Yet these voices roared in her mind like muffled thunder; Red tried hard to listen but couldn’t hear it clearly—because something louder was stirring in her consciousness, sounding like her heartbeat, the rush of blood like a river.

Red felt her withered heart beating fiercely; though she closed her eyes tight, she "saw" the "corpse" turning into a dark void, with a blinding red arc light spanning across it.

That red arc light was so familiar, even exuding a nostalgic aura—she gradually saw the arc light clearly, its blood-colored long handle, the blade tips twining like twisted flames, and the blood-colored wave flowing across its surface.

Red unconsciously opened her eyes slightly.

A pure blood-red color rippled under her gaze.

However, the next second, a pair of hands gently rested on her shoulders.

Red sharply raised her head, the "Star Sea Witch" was standing beside her, with a faint smile on her face.

"Looks like there’s something dangerous sealed in your eyes?" Lucrecia said softly, "Need help?"

"...No, I’m fine now. Thank you for your concern."

Lucrecia withdrew her gaze, lowering her eyes to the Little Puppet waving its arms on the ground.

"Then it just went like, ’swish’—or maybe ’whoosh’ or something, I didn’t see clearly anyway," Erin gestured while tilting her head, talking to the president and Kant in front of her, "Yu Sheng got stabbed, and when this thing popped out of him, it was just a few centimeters away from my head, let me tell you, it scared my sweat out—and of course, I don’t have that function... Then Yu Sheng told us to retreat quickly, he said he brought something good..."

Kant listened to Erin’s account of the event, but his gaze stayed fixed on the bloodstain on the ground and the red spear soaked in the blood pool. Having been prepared in advance, he was trying hard to remember something, yet certain things were slipping away from his consciousness.

His effort to retain awareness was completely ineffective, and soon, he even forgot what he had been trying to remember—feeling bewildered, he raised his head, meeting the equally bewildered gaze of the president and the bewildered light of Trouble’s lamp nearby.

Erin was still chattering, but it was mostly unimportant details by now.

Lucrecia gently rubbed her forehead.

She looked at Erin and asked with a smile, "Where did Uncle Yu go?"

"Ah, he’ll be back in a while," Erin said casually and then paused slightly, "Huh? Sister Lucy, you can’t hold on either?"

"Hold on to what?"

"...Never mind, it seems only someone at the Captain’s level might not be affected," Erin said while scratching her head, "Yu Sheng’s trait really is something to talk about."

Then the Little Puppet walked over to the blood-colored spear, which was several times taller than her, squatted down, and carefully poked at its long handle.

"...It seems to have quieted down. When we were on the other side of the door just now, this thing was still vibrating; Yu Sheng said there was a force in that rift that kept trying to pull it back."

The Little Puppet turned her head and looked at Red standing to the side.

"Do you recognize this?"

"I..." Red frowned slightly. Ever since she almost accidentally opened her eyes just now, the elegant and confident aura she carried had weakened significantly. At this time, she instinctively kept a distance of two to three meters from the blood-colored spear, speaking with cautiousness in her tone, "It indeed feels familiar, as if... a long time ago this was something of mine, but I can’t recall it."

"Why don’t you try touching it? I see in movies they always do this, touch a Soul Divine Soldier, and past life memories awaken," Erin said as she bent over with difficulty and lifted one end of the long spear, walking it towards Red, "Oh my, this thing is so heavy..."

Seeing the spear approaching her, Red instinctively took half a step back, and almost simultaneously, Baili Qing spoke up: "Better not touch it yet, Erin. After all, this is something that came out of that rift, and letting Red rashly interact with it might have unpredictable consequences."

"Okay, that’s true," Erin thought for a moment, finding it reasonable, then casually tossed the spear aside, clapped her hands, and looked at the Vampire girl not far away, "Hey, we haven’t talked yet, do you have any views on that rift we mentioned just now?"

Red frowned slightly.

The slight dizziness and tinnitus brought on by her heart’s throbbing and blood rushing had not completely faded; she still felt that there was a lot of noise lingering in her thoughts.

But she could forcibly suppress these discomforts now, and Red was able to recall the things she heard a moment ago. After a brief reflection, she cautiously spoke, "I might need to go over there myself to confirm—if it really is the ’Dark Moon Royal Court’ in my memory, I might have a way to unlock its seal."

"But before that, I suggest we conduct further investigations around the forest near the rift, at least expand the area where the dense fog is dispersed," Baili Qing, who hadn’t spoken much earlier, said with a serious tone, "The fact that an accident happened on our first exploration shows that we really lack understanding of the world on the other side of the door—whether it’s that mirrored rift or the quirky forest that seems to have been formed by Tree Angel, they all look mysterious and dangerous now."

"I agree," Kant crossed his arms, nodding slowly, "We’ve opened the door to the Old World, and on the other side of the door, there’s a Dark Angel in a state of silence—this isn’t something trivial. It should be handled cautiously, deliberating over time. Even if we want to attempt entering that rift, we should first ensure we’ve figured out the surrounding dangerous factors."

Saying this, he suddenly paused with a bit of confusion, looking at Baili Qing, "But... what was the accident you mentioned earlier?"

At this moment, even Baili Qing’s eyes had a hint of subtlety. She slightly turned her face, her fingers pressing on her forehead, "...Yu Sheng died."

Kant was suddenly shocked: "What? When?"

"Just a moment ago," Baili Qing raised her hand to point to the ground next to her, "It’s placed here."

Then came a crackling noise as the fault in the newly twisted lightbulb in his neck blew out again.

"I’m serious, Lightbulb Head, you should get yourself an LED," Erin said, hands on hips, looking up, "In this short time, you’ve burned out two..."

Baili Xue floated over, "You don’t understand. This is called industrial style. He always said so when advised before."

The fault emitted a buzzing sound from its chest, then silently twisted off the lightbulb on its neck and somehow took out a new one to screw into the socket with a squeak.

Although it was hard to tell the expression from the bulb, they all saw from the actions of this strange robot an atmosphere of hardship...

And just as Fault was about to twist the new lightbulb into place, a presence suddenly appeared beside the triangular door, and Yu Sheng (hair thick) walked out from the door crack as if nothing happened, energetically and briskly coming over to greet, "Hey, everyone’s here, huh? Nothing happened, right?"

Fault’s hand hadn’t left the lightbulb yet when there was a pop sound, he accidentally twisted it half a turn extra—the new bulb flashed once and went out.

Yu Sheng (hair thick) was startled, "... Shouldn’t you consider getting an LED?"