Douluo Continent: God Descends

Chapter 35 Successfully Kills the Divine Messenger

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion ripped through the corridor, and the corpse implanted with the flesh bomb instantly swelled up like a balloon being blown up before bursting open.

Crimson flesh mixed with shattered bone fragments transformed into a terrifying storm of blood and flesh, sweeping outwards in all directions.

A black, cursed mist instantly spread out with the explosion, enveloping the entire corridor. From the eerie mist came mournful howls, as if countless wronged souls were struggling within it.

The skeleton soldiers blocking the end of the corridor were the first to be torn apart by the storm of flesh and blood, their bone fragments and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Although the Grim Reaper reacted extremely quickly, immediately using his soul power to condense a black barrier in front of him, he was still violently thrown away by the shockwave of the explosion, crashing into the wall of the corridor with a dull thud.

The black barrier instantly cracked, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

Even more deadly, the splattered blood and flesh stuck to his arm, and as soon as they touched his skin, they seemed to come alive and burrowed into his muscles. The black curse power spread along his blood vessels, and wherever it passed, his skin quickly turned black and rotted, causing excruciating pain.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!"

The Grim Reaper looked at his festering arm, his eyes filled with terror and rage. He frantically circulated his soul power to try to suppress the curse, but found that the power was like a maggot clinging to his bone, impossible to eradicate.

"ah--"

A piercing scream erupted from the messenger of death's throat, echoing throughout the orphanage. Before he could think any further, the black curse, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly enveloped his entire body with terrifying speed.

The body, which was originally intact, was instantly covered with festering wounds. Black pus dripped down the robes, corroding small pits on the ground.

"What...what is this...?"

His voice was hoarse and broken, filled with deep resentment and despair. Before he could finish speaking, this once-powerful evil spirit king could no longer hold on, and his body rapidly rotted and dissolved as if soaked in strong acid.

In less than a minute, the once invincible Soul King, in extreme pain and terror, turned into a pool of foul-smelling black blood, which slowly flowed down the cracks in the ground.

It eventually vanished completely into the dust, leaving only a nauseating stench in the air.

"Wow, as expected of something from the Chaos Sea, this curse is really powerful!"

Outside the window, Lu Xingchen stared at the horrific state of the evil soul master and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Although he knew that the curse of '2-005 Flesh Bomb' was extraordinary, he never expected that it could instantly kill a Soul King. This effect far exceeded his expectations.

But the next second, the relief on his face froze instantly, replaced by a deep sense of solemnity.

The Evil Soul King is dead, and the skeleton soldiers controlled by soul power have lost their source of power. They all turn into scattered white bones and collapse to the ground. However, the curse mist that permeates the corridor and even the entire orphanage shows no sign of dissipating.

The black mist, as if alive, drifted slowly outwards from the orphanage through the cracks in the doors and windows and the passageways. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and turned black, and even the soul energy in the air became distorted and turbid.

The power of the flesh bombs had already been fully demonstrated on the Grim Reaper, even torturing a Soul King to death.

These black mists are also part of the curse, and even if they are not as powerful as the pollution caused by the flesh bombs, they are still a significant threat.

If it is allowed to spread to every corner of the orphanage, what chance will those survivors who may be hiding somewhere have?

The others are fine, but Cocolia and Arlene can't get hurt!

Lu Xingchen subconsciously took out '0-01' from his pocket, wanting to use its power to dispel the curse mist.

However, as his fingers gripped the '0-01' pen, a strong wave of dizziness suddenly washed over his brain.

The scene before my eyes instantly distorted, my ears rang, and my body felt as if all my strength had been drained. I went limp and fell straight off the windowsill to the ground, my back slamming heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

"Damn it, my mental energy is being used up too much."

Lu Xingchen covered his forehead tightly with his other hand, the icy sensation from his fingertips barely keeping him conscious.

Even before his encounter with the Grim Reaper, in order to ensure his chances of winning, he had used the "0-01" method to write the result of "defeating the Grim Reaper," which had already consumed nearly two-thirds of his mental energy.

To escape the Grim Reaper's pursuit, he repeatedly activated the "Intimidate" ability, nearly draining his remaining mental energy each time.

At this moment, his mental sea was like a dried-up lake, with only a few wisps of weak mental energy barely supporting him, which was far from enough to support him to activate the high-consumption sealing artifact '0-01' again.

"This is troublesome."

Lu Xingchen leaned against the cold wall. The severe depletion of his mental energy made his eyelids feel unusually heavy, as if they were being held by a thousand-pound boulder.

The next moment, an irresistible feeling of exhaustion swept over his entire body. He didn't even have time to think about what to do next. He just felt his vision go black, his head tilt to the side, and he completely lost consciousness. His body slid softly to the ground, and the '0-01' in his hand rolled to the side.

At the same time, the cursed mist that permeated the air was slowly drifting towards Lu Xingchen's location.

Black mist swirled around his body, flicking its tongue like a venomous snake, but the moment it touched his skin, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The originally domineering curse mist did not turn into corrosive power as it had done to the Grim Reaper. Instead, it seemed to have found the most suitable vessel, flowing gently into his body like a docile stream.

With each wisp of mist that entered, a faint blush rose on Lu Xingchen's pale cheeks. His depleted blood and qi were being strengthened at a visible speed, and his previously weak breathing became steady.

The curse power that was enough to instantly kill a Soul King has now become a tonic to nourish his body, silently repairing the bodily functions damaged by the overexertion of his mental energy.

"Swish—swish—swish—"

Just then, the '0-01' that had fallen to the ground suddenly floated up, its tip shimmering with a faint golden light, and began to write automatically in mid-air.

Golden characters, as if alive, slowly emerged in the void:

"Lu Xingchen used a flesh bomb as bait to successfully defeat the Grim Reaper and end the massacre. However, due to the previous continuous use of the '0-01' and 'Shock' abilities, his mental energy was severely depleted, and he eventually fell into a deep coma."

"Fortunately, the Grim Reaper has turned into black blood, and the curse mist has been absorbed due to Lu Xingchen's special physique, so there is no longer any threat in the surrounding area."

"After an incense stick's time, Cocolia will find Lu Xingchen unconscious. He will be rescued safely and, as a result, the curse power within him will be transformed into nourishment for his blood and qi, and his mental strength and physical strength will be slightly improved."

The golden characters lingered in the void for a moment, as if branded into the space, before slowly dissipating.

The golden light on the tip of the pen, which had finished writing "0-01", receded, transforming into a stream of light that, like a bird returning to its nest, swiftly swept across the ground and steadily entered Lu Xingchen's chest.

When it reappeared, it had turned back into an ordinary black calligraphy brush, lying quietly inside his clothes, no different from any other stationery.