Chapter 470

Unaware of the dramatic changes happening within the Deathscape, Leon let out a breath after swallowing a piece of the Hound God’s “flesh,” feeling his soul rapidly replenishing.

Although the process was a bit nauseating, he finally managed to fill the void in his soul. That unsettling feeling of possibly dispersing with just a gust of wind was truly unnerving.

Picking up the knife again, Leon carved another strip of pitch-black muscle from the Hound God’s enormous hind leg—thicker than three men could encircle—and turned to offer the female journalist.

“Want a bite?”

“No thanks…”

“Your soul has been digested quite a bit too. You should have a bite to replenish it!”

Looking at the uneasy expression on the female journalist’s face, Leon earnestly suggested, “Trust me, it looks gross but actually has no taste, not fishy or smelly. It’s like chewing unsalted beef jerky. Apart from needing a bit of chewing, it feels almost like chewing cold water.”

“But…”

“Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

After stuffing another piece into his mouth and feeling the soul energy quickly spreading, Leon closed his eyes pleasurably and continued to persuade her, “You know, the Hound God’s body isn’t pure flesh; seventy percent is materialized death qi, and the remaining thirty percent is the purest soul energy. Think of it as the purest form of energy, and you won’t feel weird eating it.”

“I’ll just… uh… never mind…”

Initially swayed by Leon’s persuasion, the female journalist reconsidered but immediately changed her mind upon seeing Leon’s teeth stained red with dog blood. She shook her head frantically and said,

“I… I have a weak stomach, I can’t eat raw meat. Forget it!”

“Alright then, you decide for yourself.”

Stunned by the female journalist’s excuse, Leon nodded speechlessly and stopped trying to persuade her.

But after eating some more, Leon noticed something odd. Although his soul had become extremely solid, that inexplicable sense of emptiness still lingered, as if his soul were constantly hungry, missing something.

“I don’t know much about souls, but if I were to guess, it’s probably because your original soul hasn’t fully returned yet.”

After hearing Leon’s inquiry, the female journalist hesitated for a moment before replying uncertainly, “The Hound God’s body is too large. The part of your soul that was digested is spread throughout its entire body. So although you’ve replenished the strength of your soul, the part originally belonging to you hasn’t returned much.

And your soul itself longs for that ‘original’ completeness, which is why you feel empty, like something is missing.”

“Hmm…”

After sensing the instinctive longing in his soul, Leon frowned slightly and asked further,

“I remember Aquarius went through a lot to repair her soul. If I don’t retrieve my original soul, will it affect me later?”

“It shouldn’t.”

After pondering for a while, the female journalist replied,

“Though both of you lost most of your souls, she was directly killed part of her soul, whereas your soul remains intact, so the situations are very different.

To put it simply, if your souls were words, hers would be like erasing half the word, turning ‘good and evil’ into ‘good.’ Without restoring it, the meaning changes entirely.

Whereas yours is like writing the word on paper, and over time, the ink fades but the word remains complete. Others can still recognize its meaning. You just need to add some ink to trace it again, and the soul will still be your own.”

“But can this supplementary one match the ‘original’ quality?”

“Hmm… if you’re worried about that…”

After thinking for a moment, the female journalist pointed at the Hound God and cautiously suggested, “What if you go inside and eat?”

“What?”

“I mean, the core parts of the Hound God aren’t its flesh but rather its heart and brain-like areas.

The part of your soul it digested might have only scattered to its limbs in small amounts, but most likely gathered in its core areas. If you want to reclaim your soul, eating those parts should be more effective.”

After considering the female journalist’s suggestion, Leon found it reasonable and used the small knife left by the Aquarius Director to cut open the Hound God’s belly, bending down and crawling towards the heart area.

Just as the female journalist sighed in relief, thinking she wouldn’t have to witness Leon’s insane behavior anymore, the nests of the Death-Announcing Crows on the cliffs named ‘Death’ on either side of the Gate of the Dead suddenly lit up.

Shortly, two crow-headed humanoids with blood-red heads and black wings peeked out from two massive nests of the Death-Announcing Crows, cautiously looking towards the huge corpse of the Hound God outside the Gate of the Dead.

When they saw the relaxed-looking female journalist standing next to the Hound God’s corpse, the two crow-headed humanoids were startled, seemingly surprised that the “murderer” who slew the god hadn’t left yet, and instinctively wanted to retreat.

But under the cries of countless Death-Announcing Crows, they crawled out of the nests, tightly folding their wings behind them, and walked stiffly to near the female journalist, bowing deeply and asking,

“Excuse me, are you… the person who killed the Guardian of the Death God?”

Are these crow heads… Grandma Crow’s followers? Ambassadors of the Death God? “No no no! It wasn’t me!”

Not expecting the Deathscape Sovereign to react so quickly, with the Hound God barely dead, ambassadors were already sent, the female journalist couldn’t help but wave her hands repeatedly.

“I just… happened to pass by here, found it dead, and came to take a look! Yes! I just came to check!”

…

Seeing that someone didn’t flee immediately after killing a True God but instead specifically came to check it out? Are humans these days all so leisurely?

After hearing the female journalist’s response, the two crow-headed humanoids exchanged glances, clearly not believing her words.

But seeing her flustered expression and hurried explanation, fearing being misunderstood, they felt she didn’t seem capable of being a god-slaying fiend. They both relaxed simultaneously, straightening their previously bowed waists.

“Did you see the fiend who killed the Hound God…”

“Gulugulu”

Just as the two crow-headed humanoids were about to continue questioning, the No Return River beneath the Not Returning Road suddenly surged with waves, and a large amount of murky yellow water rushed onto the shore, forcibly carving out a tributary of murky yellow water on the pitch-black ground of the Deathscape.

Immediately afterward, dozens of massive blind yellow fish surfaced from the tributary, opening their tightly shut mouths toward the direction of the Hound God and the female journalist.

“Excuse me…”

After staring at the female journalist for a while with the giant single eye in their mouths, the yellow fish’s two eyes suddenly opened, revealing mouths filled with tongues and teeth. In a soft voice, they chorused,

“Was the Guardian of the Death God killed by you?”

“No… I just passed by…”

“Did you see the fiend…”

“Huff!!”

Just as the yellow fish were about to ask more questions, a chilling black wind blew from the depths of the Deathscape, transforming into several cloaked figures dressed in black robes, emaciated and featureless.

Then, the corpses on the No Return Road let out screams, and skeleton after skeleton peeled off from their bodies prematurely, blinking with non-existent eyes, and turned back toward the Gate of the Dead.

And in even more distant places, the stone statues as tall as small mountains on either side of the No Return Road began to march heavily, thunderously approaching here…

…

Blood-Crested Ravens, Yellow Springs Fish, Silent Wandering Souls, Skin-Shedding Evil Bones, Speechless Stone Puppets…

Seeing the death messengers that were usually hard to encounter and impossible to find now popping up like dumplings in boiling water, the female journalist couldn’t help but feel her scalp tingle.

Leon, Leon, please stay put inside! Don’t come out! If you pop out now, we’ll be in deep trouble!(Chapter End)