The words had barely left his mouth.
Instantly, they were rendered speechless, unsure of what to say.
Bai Ye opened his mouth, then finally lowered his gaze, a hint of sadness dimming his eyes.
The dead could not be brought back to life.
He didn't bury her immediately, because even if he did, the monsters that infested every corner of Su Cheng would dig her up and eat her heart.
He placed Zhu Fanfan's corpse in a very safe place, leaving a few of his crows to guard it.
As one of the former Apostles, his strength was not to be underestimated.
The crows he sent out had merged with much of his current power. Even though the piece within him had been replaced with another, of a different color, his strength had not diminished significantly.
“All the monsters on this street should be gunned down by now, right?” Bai Ye shifted the topic somewhat awkwardly.
He looked back at the dismembered limbs and severed bodies littering the path he and Duan Chen had taken.
Some of these remnants belonged to humans who had been killed, while others were from the alien races they had slain.
Duan Chen subtly furrowed his brow, gazing at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that nearly formed a river behind them.
“These monsters are too weak.”
They weren’t exceptionally weak, and ordinary people would still need to be wary and defensive, but for him now, they were terrifyingly feeble.
Bai Ye pouted.
“I don't know why that is. Don't ask me. Although I was an Apostle, I don't know much. If I did, I would tell you directly.”
Since he had already betrayed them, he might as well betray them completely.
Therefore, his current silence was because he genuinely didn't know.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be lamenting the horrifying scene they had created as they fought their way through.
If anyone else saw this, they might think the two of them were murderers.
As this thought crossed his mind, Bai Ye couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Duan Chen, then pouted again.
Murderers?
Heh!
Perhaps he was the only murderer here.
He didn't know what Duan Chen had done, but there was hardly any blood on him. In contrast, he himself looked like a person sculpted from mud and blood.
After Duan Chen uttered those words, he felt a greater sense of clarity.
He had almost forgotten.
He had fused a piece from Wu Suowei. According to the self-proclaimed deity, the piece he had fused was unlike any other, likely a king piece.
Thinking of the pieces, Duan Chen helplessly surveyed his surroundings. This time, however, he could no longer sense any aura related to Wu Suowei around him.
He was worried about the black piece wrapped in the small porcelain bottle in his embrace.
This thing was extremely dangerous.
And he had already tried earlier; he lacked the ability to destroy the black piece. To destroy it, he would probably need Wu Suowei.
However, this damned fellow had disappeared somewhere again.
He was really dropping the ball at a critical moment.
“Let’s clear out a few more streets. Other nearby cities are probably sending people now, but it will likely take a lot of time to completely purge Su Cheng.”
“Do as much as you can. Once most of the basic infrastructure here is restored, I recommend you join the Su Cheng branch of the Spirit Hunter Guild.”
“You should be able to get a senior agent position, just like me. Everything here will count towards your achievements.”
Duan Chen kindly reminded him.
Furthermore, the Su Cheng branch had directly lost two key figures, Gao Tiankai and Old Zhang.
They would likely need to recruit new talent to maintain operations.
Although the assessment period for the Spirit Hunter Guild wasn't imminent, due to the unique circumstances of Su Cheng, they might hold an additional assessment. This would be a perfect opportunity for Bai Ye to join.
“Do I need that?”
Bai Ye pouted.
“Can the achievements and merits from the Su Cheng branch be exchanged for special items?”
“Money, special items. You can exchange them as long as you have enough merits,” Duan Chen replied.
Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh.
“Hahahaha!”
“Money is the one thing I don't lack.”
Duan Chen:…
For a moment, he felt as if he had been blinded by the brilliance of a rich person.
He involuntarily tightened his grip on the Thousand Illusions Pandora.
At that instant, he felt cursed by the enemy, losing his ability to distinguish between friend and foe.
He felt a strong urge to cut down or shoot the Bai Ye before him.
“Heh.”
Duan Chen let out a cold laugh and strode away.
At the highest point of Su Cheng, Wu Suowei, seated on the rooftop, made the cards in his hand float.
His eyes were deep as he gazed down at the ravaged Su Cheng.
His expression remained unmoved.
As he had said, he was a god.
How could a god interfere too much in human affairs? Everything here needed to be overcome by humanity’s own strength.
Moreover, he could help for a while, but not forever.
His power was also limited and needed to be reserved for the most critical moments.
What was the most critical moment?
Naturally, it was when the black piece was to be destroyed.
In this game between him and the evil god, he needed to conserve his strength as much as possible so that he could ultimately defeat the evil god at the final moment.
This was the thousandth game, and the last timeline.
Failure was not an option.
The Tarot cards in his hand performed a phantom maneuver.
Cards with black backgrounds appeared.
The Fool bound the High Priestess, tied up the Magician, killed the Empress and the Emperor, replaced the Hierophant, stabbed the Hanged Man, and overturned the Tower…
He controlled the Chariot, brushed past the Lovers, held Strength, with the Hermit kneeling behind, the Wheel of Fortune shattered, Justice vanished, the Death card hung high, and the Devil chuckled around the Fool…
The Star, the Moon, and the Sun all fell.
The world was inverted, and thus the Fool became a wandering jester.
Wu Suowei faintly dispelled these Tarot cards and replaced them with a new set.
The newly chosen cards had white backgrounds.
Many cards in this Tarot deck had yet to be revealed.
The Hanged Man was broken, yet re-stitched.
The Tower, though rendered useless and ash-gray, still stood upright above the Fool.
The Lovers, faint and ethereal, clung to the surface of the Fool card.
The Wheel of Fortune continued to turn slowly.
However, this deck also had its flaws. On the back of the white-backed Fool card, there was a faintly discernible black-backed Fool card.
He waved his hand gently.
His gaze fell into the void, as if he were looking at something unseen.
“Duan Chen…”
“The thousandth game, the thousandth play, what kind of spectacle will you present me with this time?”