Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1232 - 790: We Are Free Soul-sucking Ghosts (Part 2)

Actually, it was all done by her brother, almost like a stand-in.

Wait, why am I thinking about this?

Kaius suddenly woke up from his long reminiscence, shook his head, and drove the strange emotions out of his mind.

Meanwhile, in the City Lord's room, Gong Qiying, sitting on the altar and mimicking Commander Ikari's trademark pose, let out a satisfied sound.

"So this is the hero's secret."

Kaius might not have noticed, that string of mental activity just now...

Was actually spoken aloud.

Anyone present, unless they were Kurosaki Ichigo or Ai Yafala, could hear what he said.

If there's a flaw in magic resistance, then that's easy to deal with.

At that moment, a memory suddenly poured into Kaius's mind out of thin air, introducing the story of the Painting World to him.

[You are a devout believer of the White Church, like other believers, faithfully worshiping Main God Loyd]

[You follow the god's orders, constantly hunting those corrupted by the ominous Dark Ring—those undead who escaped death's control, and imprisoning them in the Northern Undead Asylum forever, until their spirit is exhausted and they become walking corpses]

[Whenever you think of how you helped lay many bricks during the construction of the Northern Undead Asylum, even while tirelessly rushing around due to the god's orders, you proudly lift your head]

[Until one day, everything changed]

[The Dark Ring appeared on you]

[Your former companions viewed you as an ominous entity at that moment, roaring as they charged at you, wanting to throw you into the Northern Undead Asylum for torment]

[You rely on your well-trained body, running non-stop, not knowing where you're heading, only knowing the surroundings are growing darker, companions gradually can't catch up, but the White Church Knights relentlessly pursue you, until you are exhausted and forced into a dead end, completely out of strength to struggle, surrounded by the Knights who grin maliciously, with sharp blades about to pierce your body]

[A treasure bead resembling a blood-red eye appeared in your hand]

[You embraced the Soul-sucking Ghost]

As if falling from high in the sky, Kaius's spirit finally left the reminiscence at this moment and returned to his own body, like experiencing a bungee jump without a rope.

At this moment, his breathing unexpectedly thickened slightly, even he didn't notice that a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

What's going on, he couldn't say.

It was just an ordinary recollection of the Painting World, before they had visited the Sain Dungeon, tried entering the Painting World.

But for some reason, this time the remembrance of the Painting World was particularly... immersive?

In that brief memory, he felt like he truly became that unfortunate soul who kept running and escaping, the feeling of physical stamina gradually failing, gradually despairing and falling really made one breathless.

Especially when former companions instantly turned into soul-claiming demons, ignoring past camaraderie, loudly rushing to arrest him, in his heart appeared a despair as if sinking into the deep sea.

Fear, despair, terror... various emotions intertwined, and beneath these emotions emerged a carefully hidden feeling:

[Anger]

Why me? Why catch me? Why have I fallen into such a situation? I....

When fear reaches the extreme, the emotion that appears in the heart burns into anger.

And it was at this moment of anger's birth, Kaius also understood the conditions to clear this Painting World.

Kill all the pursuing White Church followers and knights.

In the identity of a Soul-sucking Ghost!

For unknown reasons, he was suddenly chosen by the Blood-red Eye Orb, not only transformed into a Soul-sucking Ghost but also the originally white armor belonging to the Holy Light Church instantly converted to the Soul-sucking Ghost style.

On the original armor greatly added the details of the Soul-sucking Ghost, twisting and mutating the white armor as if an embodiment of blasphemy.

But...

Kaius looked down at the armor, then touched the helmet, the visor part had become a skeleton shape.

Why does it feel rather stylish?

There's something he's never shared with anyone, actually he thinks Hevi's dressing style is really chic.

Dark-colored armor is definitely cooler than Holy Light Church's white armor!

As everyone knows, one major function of uniforms is to attract people with style.

But why become a Soul-sucking Ghost here?

Kaius was a bit puzzled, he looked around the environment, dim and damp, water vapor everywhere, making the stone floor slippery.

This place looks a bit familiar.....

Little Londo Ruins?

Yet before he could contemplate further, chaotic footsteps suddenly resounded and approached, the figure of the newcomer hadn't appeared but had already cast a White Church Halo illuminating the dark environment.

Without even using his skilled Three-blade Style, Kaius raised the Dark Sword suddenly appearing in his hand, slicing the White Church Halo apart.

Upon seeing this symbol of White Church miracle break, for some reason, he felt an enormous surge of satisfaction.

As if he slashed through the White Church's complex regulations with one sword.

White Church followers and knights rushed over, in Kaius's eyes they appeared merely as flesh-filled animated corpses, so he advanced with his sword to attack.

Instantly, the charging enemies became a blood mist mingling with the flashing sword light, blood and flesh thrown everywhere, dyeing the dark Little Londo Ruins with crimson.

But new enemies soon charged in, endlessly as if never-ending.

This suits Kaius perfectly!

As he slaughtered these White Church followers, he actually felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

His body's magic power resistance attempted to resist this feeling, but merely lasted a few seconds before completely collapsing, allowing his spirit to be led by the Sain Dungeon.

No, it can't be said that the Sain Dungeon so easily manipulated a hero's mind, that's overly exaggerated, actually Sain was simply guiding.

Guiding Kaius to release all his accumulated discontent within.

Kaius continuously swung the Dark Sword amidst the crowd, slicing open each humanoid blood bag before him, letting the scorching liquid cleanse his body.

This is absolutely right, nothing amiss, because I want to leave here, he said to himself.

But...

Every time he cut down a White Church believer, memories of his current role's prior suppressed life under cumbersome teachings flooded his mind, each sword felt like cutting through these binding chains.

When many were slain, those teachings from the White Church gradually, gradually transformed into the shape of the Holy Light Church in his mind.

Daily prayers, obligatory rituals, forbidden behaviors, unspeakable words, impossible...

With every sword swing, these things constraining him were fiercely chopped, if one sword wasn't enough then two, three, four...obliterating these shattered fragments into chaos!

Slowly, a question arose in his mind, a question that should have arisen long ago:

Wasn't I hired here? Since when did I start believing in the Holy Light?

Indeed, what did the teachings of the Holy Light Church have to do with someone fundamentally a mercenary, why should he abide by them?

When Kaius grasped a White Church knight's head with the Dark Hand, sensually extracting its humanity, the White Church knight in his eyes actually transformed into the face of a Holy Light Knight.

This transformation made him feel....

[Kaius's faith is being tested...]