Scarlet Descent-Chapter 29 - The Black Goat Descends

A demon—this was a true demon. The impact of that moment was indescribable. The Black Goat leader felt a shuddering terror rush into his mind, even blanking out his thoughts. Before this, he had never known he could be so cowardly. He had begun his frenzied worship after dreaming of the Black Goat, formed a family, and resolved to summon a deity at any cost...

But at this moment, he forgot he was a second-state superhuman of the Death Order. Even with all his experiences with corpses, he couldn’t suppress the overwhelming pressure as the enemy rushed towards him, his legs weakening uncontrollably.

The second-state ability of the Death sequence, besides enhancing first-state powers, included the power to summon the dead. The entire hall was filled with corpses, providing ample material. Yet now, with the enemy so close, he had no time to summon. He could barely focus his thoughts.

So, as his legs gave out and he fell to his knees, he concentrated his remaining strength on grasping one thing: the pendant he always wore on his chest. Leveraging his collapsing legs, he knelt on the ground, gripping the pendant with both hands. His legs clenched tightly as he uttered in a panicked, strange tone he never thought he’d make:

"I beseech the Lord's descent..."

"..."

A low, persistent buzzing began: "Buzz buzz buzz buzz..." Perhaps due to the Black Goat leader’s extreme terror focusing his mind, or the abundance of fresh death energy present, a cold aura rapidly gathered around the pendant in his hands, instantly spreading. A chilling, eerie wind whipped up throughout the club, shaking tables, chairs, and wall paintings. The lights flickered as if from an unstable current. Sparks flew from electrical connections, filling the club with an oppressive atmosphere.

"Oh?"

Wei Wei had raised his gun, finger on the trigger. But having enjoyed himself too much earlier, the Crimson power lagged slightly, delaying his shot. He was a man of professional ethics. For private jobs, he didn’t use officially issued bullets—after all, without the instructor around, there’d be no one to clean up any messes. Even though this was a private job, he still maintained his usual habits. When a finger twitch could kill, who’d want to wade into crowds swinging scythes or knives? He never liked such inefficient methods. However, while Crimson power could partially substitute for bullets, it wasn’t as satisfying as real ones.

This slight delay allowed him to witness an even more interesting development. He stood in the hall, feeling the cold aura rapidly spreading from the Black Goat leader. Spatial perception warped as fine whispers arose, as if he were falling through layers of nightmares. Wei Wei sensed the anomalous aura and turned to see a goat standing nearby—a black goat with a pair of ferocious, thick horns, its eyes flickering with hellfire. It stood silently watching him. Centered on it, an alien aura spread in ripples, filling the space with dense whispers like a mass of steel needles, chilling and slowing both mind and body.

"Tap..."

It lightly raised a front hoof and stepped closer. The whispers in the air suddenly intensified several times, as if plunging dozens of meters underwater. Immense pressure crashed in, forcing frenzied whispers into his eardrums.

"..."

"It worked?"

At that moment, the Black Goat leader suddenly raised his head, immense joy rushing in like fresh air. As the summoner, he hadn’t seen the Black Goat appear, but he heard demonic whispers permeating the surroundings. He saw frost forming in layers on the walls; glasses and cups vibrated minutely yet intensely; cracks appeared, as if carved by invisible fingernails into incomprehensible runes.

Crack crack crack...

The distant corpses on the ground began violently twitching, their eyes rolling back forcefully. It seemed they too sensed the death being’s arrival, instinctively driven to worship.

"Thank the Lord for His grace..." "Thank the Lord for saving me..." "..."

The Black Goat leader knelt on the ground, his rear raised in submission. He had never expected such a smooth response from the Black Goat, nor did he expect this response to be stronger than any before. But feeling the demonic whispers swelling and erupting around him, he no longer feared the mysterious enemy. Under such intense demonic whispers, no one could harm him; he might even have his mind washed away on the spot, becoming a worshipper of the Black Goat, his loyal companion...

Kneeling, waiting...

He waited for so long that even at the edge of the demonic whispers, his sanity nearly crumbled. Then he heard the sound of a chair being dragged. This startled him, provoking a slightly disrespectful reaction toward the god. He tilted his head to look. That glance made his heart leap to his throat.

He saw a man pulling over a chair, slowly sitting down. Arms rested on the back, a gun still in hand. Slowly, he raised one leg to cross over the other. Seemingly in pain, he rubbed his temples and said with frustration, "Such powerful demonic whispers...

...They're almost comparable to what I hear every night when I sleep!" "..."

The Black Goat leader was completely stunned. Even now, he didn’t know who this person was, but given his own actions earlier and the other’s mention of "turning oneself in," he assumed the intruder must be a supernatural security officer from Scrap Iron City... But weren’t those who stole divine power most afraid of hearing "the god’s whispers"? He’d heard they only became the Foundation’s dogs for a few pitiful stabilizer injections. How could someone hear them every night while sleeping?

"..."

Amidst these demonic whispers, Wei Wei felt quite uncomfortable—drowsy. These whispers were a power in themselves, capable of destroying any creature’s reason and forcing them to worship their source. Once reason was lost, one’s demonic power might detonate, completely taking over and turning one into a corrupted monster; at worst, one would lose all sense of self, pledging eternal loyalty as its servant. But because he heard even more intense whispers every night, though not of this type, he had developed considerable immunity. So while rubbing his temples, he raised his gun irritably, pointing it at the black goat—whether it existed in reality or was just a projection.

"Is this all you’ve got? I figured you couldn’t really descend randomly within the mental barrier. So, how about you just... fuck off?"

"..."

The surrounding demonic whispers suddenly diminished greatly. At the same time, the black goat’s form seemed to solidify. It gently raised its head, looking at Wei Wei seated in the chair. The hellfire in its eyes refracted to reveal a hint of gentleness, lending it a slightly more lifelike quality—as if true consciousness had entered the illusion. Then it shook its head gently and said softly, "So you’re the one that fellow was waiting for." The next moment, its form suddenly faded, layers of distant space snapping back instantly. The surrounding illusions vanished; the lights stabilized, though many bulbs had burnt out, and some wires still emitted sparks. Wei Wei and the kneeling Black Goat leader both looked up, dazed. Neither had expected such an evil and powerful presence to appear so briefly and then depart quietly, leaving barely a trace.

The Black Goat leader confirmed this, then turned to Wei Wei with terrified eyes. Wei Wei was looking down at his gun, wondering if it could really threaten such a being. After a while, he snapped back to attention and suddenly turned to the Black Goat leader.

"...Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The Black Goat leader scrambled backwards, his hands pressing hard against the floor. As he retreated, he tore off his black goat mask, then his black robe. Tears of fear streamed down his face, rolling onto the ground. Surprisingly, beneath the mask was a beautiful face. Under the black robe was a delicate body. She looked only 24 or 25, tall with exquisite features—now covered in tears.

"..."

Wei Wei looked at the delicate, beautiful woman before him with widening eyes. The mysterious, crazed Black Goat family leader was actually a young woman? And such a beautiful young woman at that?

"Spare me..."

Her body twitched unnaturally from nervousness, beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks and dampening her thin clothes. Her voice carried a weak, alluring quality: "I'm willing to follow you, do... anything."

"Anything?"

Wei Wei was even more surprised. He slowly crouched before her, gently brushing the gun muzzle across her cheek. The woman suddenly realized, slowly opening her mouth to take the gun barrel between her lips, her eyes full of suggestion.

"Then you..."

Wei Wei understood her implication. He couldn’t help but sigh deeply, saying softly, "Be a good person in your next life..."

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