Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Chapter 97: Chapter 89: Shen Ye's Determination (Extra for Alliance Hierarch yws!)

Safehouse.

Prince Norton still lay on the sofa, fallen into a coma.

Shen Ye stood by the side, anxiously shouting:

"Hurry up and think of something—do you have any ideas?"

"You don't understand," the Skeleton said in a deep voice, "Traveling from one world to another is extremely dangerous, it uses up immense strength, and even then it might fail, because the space is filled with terrifying Foragers."

"Right now, the most important thing is to make Freg believe that he is still in the Nightmare World."

"That way, when it activates the transport, it is very likely to appear directly in an unknown space and won't be able to return."

"Bullshit!" Shen Ye roared.

"I am not lying to you," the Skeleton earnestly said.

"It's not about you lying to me, it's about us needing to kill them now! How can we make them not stop fighting? Will they stop fighting?" Shen Ye swung his arms forcefully, asking rapidly.

The Skeleton was stunned.

You...

Such weak strength, yet thinking of killing two beings like that?

"Now that they have started fighting, this is the best opportunity—we can't waste it, it will be too late to regret later on!"

Shen Ye said again.

The Skeleton switched his train of thought, pondering, "That's true, once Freg realizes he can't win, he will immediately flee."

"As for that old human, one look and you know he's a shrewd fellow; he definitely wouldn't risk his life just to kill one Undead."

"According to your idea, we might need…"

"That bomb—the black stone you got from Freg, is actually an incredibly powerful bomb! We need it!"

"Bomb?" Shen Ye gasped in shock, "You mean that thing Freg gave me? Thank goodness I threw it in the stream! Damn it, I threw it away!"

"We must get that bomb back, I know how to use it," the Skeleton declared.

"But that's Freg's thing!" Shen Ye reminded it.

"Ptui," the Skeleton spit fiercely, "Soul Shock Bombs aren't really bombs, they're the real secret weapons of the Undead Race—with his brain, he couldn't fully understand, he only knew how to throw them!"

"Do we really need that bomb?" Shen Ye asked again.

"If you want to take the initiative in your hands, let me go, I want to get that bomb back!" the Skeleton said.

"But you—"

"Don't worry, my strength is intact, and earlier I consumed so much blood and flesh of those creatures, while they are still fighting, you need to open the door, let me unleash my true strength, and take the chance to charge over."

"You think you can deceive them?" Shen Ye didn't believe.

"Absolutely, this is my real strength—but there is also a great risk, the moment you open the door you might be killed—decide for yourself if you want to take that risk."

Shen Ye gritted his teeth and reached out for the door.

"Damn, I thought you'd play it safe for a moment," the Skeleton muttered quietly.

"Play it safe my ass! Although I'm not their match, I know how important the opportunity is—this is the only chance."

"I want them dead!!!"

He flung the door open.

Outside, the two in the Main World abruptly stopped as they clashed.

"Another enemy! Hurry! Come save me!"

Shen Ye shouted out loud, his expression tense.

Enemy?

Save him?

Freg let out an angry howl, rushing towards the door first.

—Perhaps other assassins had found their way here.

He must not let this cunning old human regroup with The Little Match Boy!

He had to beat him there and join the other Undead Assassins to kill the Prince of the Human Race!

The white-haired elder didn't want to be outdone, and charged toward the door as well.

—There were many examinees left on the island; surely some top-ranking ones would be willing to kill the boy!

He could not let this Undead Catastrophe join up with Shen Ye!

He had to kill him first!

In that critical moment, Shen Ye suddenly felt the ring vibrate.

The whisper of the Skeleton rang out:

"I'm going, take care, and don't you dare die."

—It was gone!

Shen Ye, caring for nothing else, immediately allocated 10 points of Attribute into Agility.

With that, his Agility reached an unprecedented 18.1!

He darted back like a flash of lightning, snatching up the prince from the sofa and retreated straight into the study.

Freg and the white-haired elder almost entered through the door at the same time—

Normally they were a bit faster than Shen Ye, but firstly, Shen Ye's shout was too sudden, and secondly, they were each trying to restrain the other, exchanging a few blows as they ran.

—After all, Shen Ye was calling out to this catastrophe (old human) for help!

"Get lost!"

The white-haired elder, with superior skills, pushed Freg several meters back with a palm.

In that instant!

Shen Ye had already stepped into the study, touching the door of the study.

The white-haired elder turned into a residual shadow, flashed through the door of the safehouse, and then charged straight for the door of the study—

Freg was right behind him.

Bang!

But Freg didn't make it into the safehouse.

The door disappeared in an instant!

Freg crashed deeply into the mountainside, creating a human silhouette, his entire body embedded in the rock.

But the white-haired elder had already passed through the door of the study—

The scenery changed all around.

The white-haired elder slowed down after a few quick steps, looking around in surprise.

Ahead was dense forest.

Behind was a mountain wall.

Where was the study?

Having passed through that door, he had returned!

All these events may seem long, but from the moment both of them dashed for the door to when Shen Ye entered the study, one crashing into the mountain, and one entering the study, it was just a second and a half.

The second hand of a clock jumped once, ready to jump again—

The entire situation had turned upside down!

Before the mountain cliff.

Although Shen Ye had disappeared, the Undead Catastrophe he summoned was still embedded deep in the cliff face, having just broken free from the mountain.

Such a good opportunity—

The white-haired elder's eyes widened as an unprecedented killing intent surged through him.

"You disgusting thing, you should not exist in our Human Race's world."

"Die!"

He crossed his hands to form fists, joined them at the chest, ready to strike.

A massive shadow of a tiger's skull condensed behind him—

Law Realm: White Tiger Starburst!

The entire dense forest fell silent.

Boom!!!

A thunderous impact shot Soaring into the Clouds.

The mountain.

Started to collapse.

"Hahaha!"

The white-haired elder laughed maniacally as he grabbed the torso of a body cut in half, lifting it high.

Undead Assassin Freg!

Its entire prowess lay in assassination, and now caught off guard, as well as stealth-attacked with full force from behind, it had capsized in the gutter.

"Speak! Which church does that boy belong to?! How many souls did he sacrifice for the likes of you, an Undead, to descend and serve him!"

The white-haired elder's beard and hair stood on end as he glared at Freg, his grip on its neck tight as iron tongs.

Ah?

What…?

Although it was an inopportune moment to ponder serving humans, Freg found himself lost in confusion.

He had understood the meaning behind the other's words.

What he did not understand was—

that The Little Match Boy had used a series of tricks like bluffing, feigning weakness, and luring out the snake, in addition to spatial transposition, and even ambushed with a Human Race expert—

He had fought a life-and-death battle with him, and at the last moment, lost and beaten to the brink of death—

And now you're telling me that this Human Race expert originally intended to kill The Little Match Boy?

Pfft.

Freg spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Not talking, eh? It doesn't matter, because you are about to die anyway!"

The white-haired elder tightened his grip around Freg's neck.

Freg's life hung by a thread as the Soulfire in his eye sockets began to fade away.

Suddenly.

He sensed something peculiar.

It seemed...

There was something near him.

It bore his mark; it was specially prepared by him for the assassination of the Prince of the Human Race…

A Soul Shock Bomb.

"You have betrayed a great existence that should not have been betrayed, Freg."

A sudden telepathic message appeared in his mind.

This was a form of thought transmission unique to the Undead.

But...

Who was it?

The voice continued:

"Would you prefer to beg and plead in the hands of humans, or would you choose to die together with this human?"

"Make your choice."

"I have given you your last chance for dignity."

The Soulfire within Freg's eyes suddenly burned fiercely.

"Heh—heh heh," he coughed out another mouthful of blood, speaking in a deep tone, "So, it's you."

"What did you say?" asked the white-haired elder.

"No, nothing, insignificant human. Your fate will be no different than mine," Freg said.

Without waiting for the white-haired elder to act, Freg suddenly produced a rectangular box in his hand.

He pressed it hard.

—This time, there was no "too far away" warning.

In a pile of chaotic rocks two meters away, something moved.

The white-haired elder was quick to react.

He violently turned his head towards the pile of rocks and called out in a low voice, "Another disaster?"

Pop.

A black stone suddenly leapt up, turning into a meter-tall, crystal clear monster.

This monster had a snake for a lower body and a three-headed, six-armed woman for its upper body.

The woman's bodies on either side had their eyes closed, hands together in prayer.

Only the center body slowly moved, lifting its chin to look towards the white-haired elder.

A vertical pupil opened in the center of her forehead, fixing on the elder, unmoving.

Suddenly.

The monster turned into a string of colorful bubbles that rapidly burst and vanished without a trace.

Freg watched the monster, his expression suddenly became excited, and he shouted loudly:

"No! Please forgive me—I shouldn't have betrayed you!"

Thud.

The white-haired elder threw a punch, piercing straight through its head.

It died.

"Too noisy, you're better off dead."

The white-haired elder paused for a moment, murmuring softly:

"I've found a great advantage in your death—I can use you as evidence, display publicly, and have Shen Ye immediately put on trial after he emerges."

"This way, my young master need not worry at all, nor will he be scolded by my father."

"On the contrary, he will still be the hero who discovered the Catastrophe."

The white-haired elder grabbed onto Freg's broken body, his Physique vibrated, and he shot up into the sky, quickly passing through layers of Bans, heading into the deep heavens.