Yama Rising

Chapter 552: Conceptualization

Chapter 552: Conceptualization

Their breaths were clearly heavier and quicker than before, but all three men remained completely silent. After some time, Qin Ye abruptly raised his hand and summoned Fate to his hand. Then, in accordance with the methods taught to him by Xu Yangyi for communication, he wrote a few words in the air. At once, the void in front of him fluctuated wildly.

At once, the silhouette of a fat husky appeared in the space in front of them.

A split second later, the fat husky was promptly kicked away. Xu Yangyi’s face finally appeared on the screen of light in front of them, “What is it?”

Xu Yangyi’s eyes gleamed brightly, and then he smiled with relief, “If you manage to do something like that, all odds of establishing a Hanyang Underworld would be entirely foreclosed to them. On the other hand, the faith that you accrue to your name will earn you sufficient merit points to propel you through to the ranks of an Abyssal Prefect. Your name will be celebrated and proliferated through newly unearthed artifacts and relics in Daehan…”

Rumours are going to spread, saying that the legend of the new Hell was first founded in the far-flung lands of Daehan!

“That’s not important.” Xu Yangyi looked him straight in the eye, “What’s more important is that you think this through before making your decision. The dangers are easily apparent. You’ll be cutting Liu Yu off completely, and there will be no turning back.”

He paused for a moment, “It all boils down to the Russian Underworld’s decision at the end of the day.”

He’d already crossed paths with the Russian Underworld in his Hell’s Emissary state. They would definitely be wary of his presence moving forward. The road ahead was going to be fraught with danger if he was to push through with his current plans.

Xu Yangyi thought for a moment, “Well, if it makes things any better, the Russian Hell has already made a decision.”

“Your analysis is spot on. Liu Yu is clearly stirring with excitement. The prospects of fulfilling his great ambition of finally establishing his own independent state has completely cooked his brain. To think that he would even extend to us an invitation to the opening ceremony before the nameless god of death’s script has come to fruition.”

“Well, I suppose we can’t blame him either. He’s not a god of death, and he’s naturally unaware of the true functions of one in such positions. That said, have you ever wondered why…” Xu Yangyi smiled mysteriously, “The Tsar… didn’t stop him?”

“Tsar Arturo is behind Liu Yu. There’s no doubt about that. My judgment on this cannot possibly be wrong. And to this end, Liu Yu would definitely have sought the Tsar’s consent before sending out invitations, and yet… Tsar Arturo didn’t even warn him about the potential dangers of doing so…”

“You can say that he’s trying to kill two birds with one stone.” Xu Yangyi’s rich experiences shone through in their exchange, “If Liu Yu succeeds, then Hanyang’s allegiance would naturally change, and I can assure you that you’ll never be able to take it back when Hell opens its borders to the world in future. Being located at the intersection of three major underworlds, the Daehan Peninsula is clearly of strategic importance. The Tsar would never be able to resist the temptation to seize control of this territory.”

“Whatever the outcome, they stand to gain. Brother, learn from them. The underworlds that have survived to date are all excellent in their own rights.”

This was the difference in their experience.

“But… there’s something else you didn’t notice…” Qin Ye smiled and paced about with his hands behind his back, “If Tsar Arturo and the Russian Underworld were indeed intent on killing two birds with one stone, then… we definitely wouldn’t be faced with a strong resistance force!”

Qin Ye continued muttering to himself, “He would tell Liu Yu how dissatisfied he was, and then tell him how it is incredibly dangerous to do so, before finally…”

“He’ll instigate Liu Yu to put up defensive measures to guard against the potential dangers that might arise, and even alert him to the fact that Hell’s Emissaries had infiltrated their midst and already killed No. 3.”

I’m not trying to belittle them…

I’ve now got Fate and the Peach Blossom Lantern in my possession! Does Liu Yu still think that I’m the same person he’d crossed paths with at the imperial court meeting last year?

We’ve actually got a decent chance at intercepting the nameless god of death’s script! I have to say that international politics are far more treacherous and multifaceted than I’d anticipated. How fascinating!

The thought of being involved in such battles filled Oda Nobutada with excitement beyond belief. Meanwhile, he was filled with confidence that the day would soon come when they would take Nippon by its horns and subjugate it completely!

Hell’s eyes are fixed on the pedestal that they once used to occupy in the international stage - the title of the supreme underworld. Their rivals are none other than the Argosian Underworld, the Aegyptian Underworld, and others, led by Anubis, Thanatos, and Shiva… So where does Yomi-no-Kuni even feature in all of this?

“The most important thing right now is to unveil the Russian Underworld’s perspective. All that had been said earlier was nothing more than our inferences and conjectures. Nothing is more important than verifying the truth.”

Qin Ye smiled, “The best way is to put our conjectures to the test.”

Incidentally, the phone on the 25th floor rang at the same time, almost as though it happened by divine appointment.

After Qin Ye gave her the nod, she personally came up to the 25th floor and respectfully reported back to him, “Mr Qin, I’ve just completed the background check. This man is Mukov, a clergyman of the Full Gospel Church at Yeouido. To be precise, he works as an unassuming cleaning staff, and by all accounts have been reported to be a devout Catholic. He is unmarried, has no children, no known hobbies, and no close friends.”

The second administrator of the script of death!

Then, without missing a beat, Kim Tae-ji bowed respectfully, “Just say the word. I’ll make the arrangements and secure you train tickets for any trip you so desire.”

The Tsar’s perspective would be apparent from how closely guarded No. 2 would be!

But if the protection around No. 2 is still lacking, then… in all likelihood, the Hanyang Underworld is going to get lively in October…

He wanted to know more about the incident pertaining to MV Sewol just some years back.

“She doesn’t bring around her identification documents?” Qin Ye frowned, but then immediately understood why that was the case.

But so long as she didn’t bring her identification documents along with her, then nobody would know where to send her. Even the regular police officers wouldn’t know where she would have come from. Everything would start on a completely clean slate until she could make sense of the things around her.

Moments later, Qin Ye turned to Kim Tae-ji once more, “I need to be at the Yeouido church before midnight tonight.”

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It was located at the center of Hanyang, right along the Myeongdong shopping street.

The main altar was located on a raised platform in the center of the cathedral, while the area right underneath served as a place of offering and consecration where the Eucharist was performed. The crypt of the cathedral lay right beneath the altar, spanning nearly 100 square meters with nine altars. That said, only two remain standing to date. These were dedicated to the priests martyred and canonized as saints.

“When it opens, Mary will shed tears of blood…” A black-cloaked clergyman muttered softly to himself as he stared right ahead.

He continued sweeping his gaze across the crypt until he saw another statue of the Virgin Mary.

As the tears flowed, the flames in the room flickered wildly, and then… suddenly turned green. An eerie nethergale suddenly picked up out of nowhere, and soon converged into a three-meter black vortex. Moments later, two scarlet clumps of netherflames erupted from within like bloodshot eyes.

“Lord Rumyantsev.” The clergyman knelt down respectfully and removed his cloak.

His entire body was covered with scars, all of which appeared to have once been incredibly deep knife wounds.

“No. 3’s messenger bird has vanished.” He gently kowtowed to the ground, “My Lord, I await your guidance on whether to receive her train as scheduled.”