Chapter 577

After hearing Leon’s words, Prince Andre couldn’t help but pause for a moment, his emerald eyes filled with suspicion.

After all, on the road to “certain death,” Leon had already tricked him once before. Before pulling his soul out, Leon was full of promises like “I’ve got connections” and “lots of acquaintances” and “don’t worry.”

But after Andre gave up resistance, those promises immediately changed into “don’t say you know me,” “say I killed you,” and “tell others we’re sworn enemies.” Which version was more credible? No need to think about it.

And Leon, who was clearly surrounded by enemies in the Deathscape, even mentioning his name could get him in trouble. Yet he claimed he could confidently withstand the White Snake’s retaliation and still make it to Repentance City? Was this not a joke?

“Relax, I’m not bullshitting you this time.”

Caught under Andre’s skeptical gaze, Leon coughed awkwardly before explaining:

“Besides, I do have connections in the Deathscape, plenty of acquaintances too, just maybe not the kind you’d expect… Never mind that.

Anyway, if you’re really determined to die and want to go to Repentance City at all costs, I do have a method that might help you sneak through… Don’t move now.”

As Andre stared in shock, Leon’s bright red soul quickly detached from his body. He then dipped his hands into the still-uncoagulated blood on his body and began smearing it all over himself.

“You… What are you doing?!”

“Don’t move. This stuff may be dirty, but it’ll ensure you pass through the Gate of the Dead.”

After covering Andre in the never-coagulating blood of the Three-headed Dog God until he became a “little red man,” Leon nodded in satisfaction and explained to the stunned Andre:

“When you reach the entrance of the Deathscape, if the Death Ambassador guarding the Gate of the Dead tries to eat you while you’re weak, tell them you were sent down by someone named Leon.

If they dare to eat even a single hair of yours, when I’m done with my current tasks, I’ll find time to sneak into the Deathscape and eat them alive, along with their followers and anyone else who moves on their territory. If there’s one, I’ll eat one.”

“???”

“That… Are you sure this will work?”

“Relax, most of those Death Ambassadors have seen me… uh… seen me during meals. Anyway, just follow what I told you, and it’ll definitely work!”

“…”

What exactly do you look like during meals? Enough to scare the messengers of the Deathscape Sovereigns?

“Also, besides the Death Ambassador guarding the gate, the biggest problem for you will likely be the Doe of Afflicted Flesh among the Deathscape Sovereigns.”

Without answering Andre’s doubts, Leon continued:

“That deer is the overseer of [Clothing Mirror Lake], [Corpse Soil Black Forest], and [White Bone Palace]. It’s also one of your Execution King Assembly members. As a traitor to the Execution King Assembly, it definitely won’t let you pass but will instead directly eliminate your soul within its jurisdiction.”

“What level are these Deathscape Sovereigns roughly?”

“The gap between Deathscape Sovereigns varies greatly.”

Leon thought for a moment and replied: “The Deathscape has many special locations like Repentance Cities, Death-Announcing Crow nests, and White Bone Palaces. The True Gods who can oversee these special places are called Deathscape Sovereigns. The weakest ones are about the same level as the previous Three-headed Dog God, at the bottom of the True God tier;

The strongest ones are roughly at the Pillar Deity level, and together with the special location they control, they are almost impossible to kill. The Doe of Afflicted Flesh controls three special places, making it the strongest among the ‘non-Pillar Deities.'”

Meaning… top-tier True God?

Hearing this, Andre couldn’t help but bitterly smile, a flicker of despair flashing in his eyes.

At his strongest, with the help of world fragments, he barely crossed the threshold of True God status. Now, with his soul reduced to about 20%, he probably couldn’t even handle a Level 2 Cleaner. How could he possibly tangle with a top-tier True God?

“Relax, you shouldn’t have to fight it.”

Dipping his hands in dog blood, Leon signed his name on Andre’s chest, then undid his coat and scribbled furiously on his white undershirt. After writing two lines, he undid the undershirt and smeared more blood on Andre’s navy blue inner shirt.

Andre felt uncomfortable but managed not to dodge, asking stiffly, “What are you doing?”

Leon kept writing, muttering without looking up, “When you encounter the Doe of Afflicted Flesh, if it causes trouble, show it your undershirt and tell it that if it kills you, the director of the Virgo Subdivision will immediately get drunk and, like last time, use the excuse to throw a tantrum.

If other Deathscape Sovereigns come to bother you, following the scent on you, then just follow what I originally said—tell them I killed you and that you have a blood feud with me. If this doesn’t work, show them your underwear.”

“…”

If they don’t let you through, you’ll show others your underwear? Sounds… pretty weird…

Nodding awkwardly, Andre asked curiously, “What did you write on my… inner clothes?”

“A little threat.”

Leon smiled and said:

“If they don’t let you through, I’ll commit suicide before the Hound God resurrects, replacing it to guard the gates of the Deathscape. Then every day, I’ll feast on everything in its territory.”

“Ah?”

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“In short, it’s just an ultimate insurance. I’m not planning to actually kill myself, nor can I guarantee this threat will work, so unless it’s absolutely necessary, try not to take off your clothes.”

After tidying up Andre’s blood-stained clothes, Leon pulled him up and pushed him toward the distant Gate of the Dead in the mist filled with deathly aura.

“Go! Smooth sailing!”

“Wait! Why do you… Ow!”

Full of questions, Andre was about to ask again but was pushed off balance by Leon. By the time he straightened up, he was already outside the open Gate of the Dead, joining a queue of wailing dead.

Outside the towering gate covered in blood, there was an enormous fish tank. Inside, several grotesque fish with huge single eyes in their mouths and mouths where their eyes should be floated in muddy water. They urged loudly through the glass:

“Hurry up! Don’t linger outside!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“So annoying! Why do we have to be on duty instead of those death ambassadors?”

“Exactly! Do you think we’ll meet that food god like the stupid horse before?”

“Shut up, shut up!”

“Hey, wait! A powerful soul seems to be coming!”

“So fragrant!”

Here comes!

Staring intensely with dozens of single eyes in their mouths, feeling the overwhelming pressure washing over him, Andre’s extremely weakened soul instinctively tensed up, silently praying that Leon’s provided method would work.

But before he could speak and relay Leon’s “threat,” the fish recognized the blood stains on him and screamed in unison. They then shattered the fish tank with loud bangs, walking on their thick fins like humans and fleeing in panic.

“Run! The Food God is hungry again!!!”

“Help! Help!”

(End of Chapter)