Chapter 620: You Don’t Eat It, I Will

Shattered flesh and blood splattered in mid-air, and the nightmarish crimson opera robe, mixed with the red rain, drifted feebly onto the bloody waves.

Witnessing this scene, the cardinal, whose body had become as dry and withered as a skeletal husk, froze for several seconds before collapsing powerlessly to the ground. His eyes stared blankly at the sky, as if he hadn't yet emerged from the shadow of what had just transpired.

The red rain dissipated, and the world fell into a deathly silence.

“...He’s dead?” Plum Blossom, seeing the scene from a distance, frowned slightly.

“Not dead,” Jian Changsheng said, shrugging calmly. “Just watch. He’ll be back in less than ten seconds.”

“He exploded into nothing; how can he still be alive?”

“Do you understand the true value of Red Heart 6? Whether he lives or dies, it’s all just for show…”

Plum Blossom watched the distant scene with skepticism, as if waiting for something to happen.

“That monster… is finally dead?”“Who exactly was he?”“I don’t know, but the two bishops of the Crimson Sky Cult seemed terrified of him… If it weren’t for him, the ritual might really have summoned ‘World’s End’.”“So, was he an enemy or a friend?”“He’s dead. Does it matter if he was an enemy or a friend now?”

Several members of the Floating Life Painting who had arrived at the scene began rescuing their comrades still alive in the pool of blood, while their gazes occasionally darted towards the direction where Chen Ling had exploded, their hearts still trembling with fear.

“Sir, that bishop is still alive. Do we take him alive or kill him outright?” A Floating Life Painting member asked Yang Muquan, pointing to the barely breathing cardinal in the distance. Two other Floating Life Painting members were already approaching him.

“Crimson Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss… Formless King of Mocking Fate… Crimson Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss… Formless King of Mocking Fate…”

Even though Chen Ling was dead, the numerous shadow centipede larvae did not stop chanting. They remained respectfully prostrated in the pool of blood, their voices even louder than before!

Shepherd Dog was still frowning at the crimson opera robe, about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed!

“Wait… tell them to come back!!”

The two Floating Life Painting members walking towards the cardinal simultaneously stopped, turning back with confusion.

Whoosh—

A gentle breeze swept across, causing ripples to spread across the sea of blood.

The crimson opera robe floated upwards with the wind. The scattered flesh and blood on the ground, as if guided by some unseen force, swirled from all directions beneath the robe, faintly outlining the shape of a human body!

“This is…”

Horror appeared in everyone’s eyes!

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The cardinal did not witness this scene.

He pushed himself up from the pool of blood, trembling, and with the last of his strength, staggered step by step into the distance…

He knew, of course, that in his current state, it was impossible to leave here alive. Given his extreme weakness, any Floating Life Painting member could subdue him without even resorting to divine powers.

All he could do was find a quick and clean way to die… Anything, as long as he didn’t die at Mockery’s hands!

His Crimson Sky Cult survived within the Grey Realm, and no one understood disaster or ‘World’s End’ better than they did. The cardinal would rather be crushed to death by Retribution than become a soul claimed by Mockery… Only a very few people in this world knew that dying by Mockery’s hand led to something far more desperate than mere death.

The cardinal knew very well that Mockery would never die so easily, so he had to kill himself as quickly as possible…

Before it could make its return.

The cardinal stumbled a few more steps and finally spotted the boning knife lying in the pool of blood, a flicker of joy in his eyes.

He immediately bent down to pick up the knife, his emaciated arms gripping the hilt. He turned the blade towards his own throat, took a deep breath, and thrust forward violently!

The next moment, a dry twig touched his Adam’s apple, snapping cleanly into two.

The cardinal’s pupils abruptly constricted!

“Crimson Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss… Formless King of Mocking Fate… Crimson Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss…”

The chanting, rising and falling, echoed in the cardinal’s ears.

Trembling, he painfully turned his head and saw a young man in a crimson opera robe, holding a boning knife, standing eerily behind him.

He was immaculately clean; his hair, fingertips, skin, and the hem of his opera robe were without a single speck of blood. He stood quietly in the howling winds of sighing, like a vermilion flower emerging untainted from mud…

“My apologies, I was a bit messy just now,” the handsome young man said with a slight smile, “But you still have a hint of fragrance on you… the very last bit.”

The boning knife danced between his fingers. The next moment, it plunged into the cardinal’s chest.

The cardinal’s body jolted violently!

In his utterly terrified gaze, crimson blood flowed down the blade onto the ground. He watched with his own eyes as the knife slowly cut through his flesh, exposing his chest cavity to the air.

Inside, a heart, still retaining the last trace of crimson star energy, pulsed silently.

A clean, slender hand reached into the cardinal’s chest cavity, then slowly withdrew. Deep crimson nectar dripped from his fingertips, and a fresh, succulent peach was already grasped in his hand.

Chen Ling held the peach and smiled slightly at the cardinal, “Want a bite? If you don’t, I will…”

The cardinal stared blankly at the scene, his pale lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word.

Chen Ling brought the peach to his nose and lightly sniffed it. This ripe, plump peach emitted a faint, unusual fragrance that entered his nostrils.

He parted his lips and inhaled gently. The peach transformed into a faint red mist, entering the corner of his mouth and being swallowed into his stomach.

A look of ecstasy reappeared in Chen Ling’s eyes. He unconsciously licked his lips; perhaps due to the peach, his lips became even redder, as if painted with rouge, possessing a deadly beauty.

The cardinal opened his mouth, but only a terrified whimpering sound escaped. He stumbled back two steps before stiffly collapsing into the pool of blood, his breath gone.

“Thank you for the meal,” Chen Ling said with a smile.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The sighing wind swept across the sea of blood. Everyone witnessing this scene stood frozen in place, like statues.

Even Jian Changsheng was shocked by the sight of Chen Ling eating the peach. He stammered, trying to say something, then turned away and bent over, dry heaving!

In this suffocating silence, a crisp sound echoed from a distance.

“Clap, clap, clap…”

Numerous shadow centipede larvae prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing towards the crimson opera robe, as if worshipping their “King”… And among them, a lavishly dressed girl was smiling and clapping her pale hands, like an audience member who had just witnessed a magnificent performance, unreservedly offering her applause!

The sighing wind drowned out the audience’s horror,The opera robe smiled upon the silent sea of blood,Disaster worshipped,And the devotee applauded.