Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 821 Blood Falls Like Rain

Wan Jue, exuding murderous intent, got up from the ground.

To his surprise, he found himself in a cramped room filled with scraps of cardboard, plastic, aluminum cans, and other miscellaneous items, the air thick with a musty and stale smell.

Wan Jue's murderous aura subsided, and a smile appeared on his face.

He had given up on himself because his hands were stained with blood, until an old woman who scavenged for scraps took him home and he became a person again.

The old woman who scavenges for scraps has no children, and Wanjue has no home either.

So from that moment on, the old woman who collected scraps had a son, and Wanjue also had a family.

Only here could Wan Jue's heart, restless from the killing, truly relax.

Thump, thump...

Suddenly, the sound of blades slicing through flesh and bodies falling came from behind Wan Jue.

Wan Jue turned his head stiffly.

The old woman who scavenged for scraps lay on the ground, clutching her throat with her withered hand, trying to slow the bleeding, her cloudy eyes filled with a desperate desire to survive.

Upon seeing this, Wan Jue's eyes widened in fury, and a murderous aura surged from his body.

But when he saw the killer's face, he trembled all over, and an indescribable fear surged into his heart.

The murderer looked exactly like Wan Jue.

No, he is none other than the former Wan Jue!

While wiping the blood from his dagger, the murderer Wan Jue said expressionlessly to Wan Jue:

"You seem surprised and angry."

"But how is she any different from the people you killed before?"

"Wake up. You know very well that turning over a new leaf is just a pipe dream. This is what should have really happened the day she took you in."

……

Hawke turned the pages of the book, humming softly.

This is a small but cozy little house.

Outside the hut is a cemetery, or rather a war cemetery, where heroes who fought for their country on the battlefield are buried.

Hawke's job is as a gravedigger.

Even after becoming a member of the Familia and joining the Creed organization, Hawke did not give up his job.

Hawke couldn't quite remember whether he became a gravedigger because he admired these people, or whether becoming a gravedigger led him to admire them.

But perhaps it was because of this job that Hawke received the blessing of "Immortal Heroes".

Most of the relatives struggled in the blessed land, either for survival, for returning to their hometown, or for their own beliefs.

Hawke, who seems unreliable and unconventional, only wants to be recognized by his ancestors in the cemetery after his death.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from outside the hut.

Hawke closed the book filled with heroic tales, pushed open the door and went outside. He saw a blurry figure standing next to each tombstone in the cemetery.

All the figures looked at Hawke and said to him in unison:

"You are not qualified."

……

Lingji sat helplessly in the corner, hugging her arms and sobbing.

She was transported back to the day her mother betrayed her.

However, this time, the blessed land did not arrive as expected, and all the abilities she had cultivated to protect herself vanished without a trace.

……

Wu Xian's vengeful ghost body was devoured by strange insects, the other companions were trapped in nightmares, and the sleeping maiden who had been granted the title no longer had the strength to fight.

Before the Lord of Evil, there are no more obstacles.

He carefully picked up the eye he had longed for and solemnly installed it in the specially reserved eye socket. Initially, the Lord of Nightmare was not an evil spirit.

He is a scholar who studies dreams. While researching a peculiar dream phenomenon in a remote city, he gets caught up in a nightmare incident.

The details of that incident will not be discussed for now.

Ultimately, the evil man who attempted to create a malevolent god was defeated by several of his followers, and the malevolent god's eye that he had created was sealed away.

But after the people left, the evil master, who was still human, found the notes left behind by the evil man.

The Nightmare Lord was captivated by what he had seen in that nightmare, so he used the notes as a test subject, cutting open his own skin as a ritual to conduct a series of cruel experiments, gradually transforming himself into the Nightmare Lord he is today.

The power of the Lord of Nightmare has reached the limit of evil.

The key to overcoming the limits lies in the malevolent eye left behind by the evil man, but the Sleeping Woman has always kept him at bay.

The complex puzzles that need to be solved to enter this room are not meant to stop the followers, but to stop the Lord of Evil.

Now, the family members have solved the mystery.

The Lord of Nightmare can finally fulfill his long-cherished wish: by implanting the Eye of the Evil God into his eye socket, he can transcend the level of life and become the true Evil God who rules over nightmares!

But the promotion that the Lord of Nightmare had imagined did not occur.

Click!

A crack appeared in the Eye of the Evil God, and the entire face of the Lord of Nightmare was covered with cracks!

This sudden turn of events left the Lord of Misfortune bewildered.

Even the abilities imposed on Wu Xian and others were unintentionally deactivated.

Wan Jue and the others, who had been dragged into the nightmare, woke up one by one, but fear still lingered on their faces, showing the psychological trauma the nightmare had left them with.

The crawling insects on Wu Xian's body also crawled away as if the tide had receded.

The people looked up and saw the evil spirit covering his face, writhing in pain.

Moments later, the spiderweb-like cracks on his face burst open, and blood gushed out like a collapsing riverbank, creating a torrential downpour of blood in the center of the deep dream!
Wu Xian and the others were also stained red with blood.

The Lord of Nightmare bent over in agony, loudly questioning the Sleeping Woman: "What have you done to my eyes?"

His voice was hoarse and heavy, each syllable sounding like a drumbeat on a person's heart.

Wu Xian and the others exchanged glances. Apart from when they were searching for Hawke in the Mystery Tower, this was the first time they had heard the voice of the Nightmare Lord.

This means that the anomaly in the eyes has truly harmed the interests of the Lord of Evil.

The woman covered her arm and stood up, a wild, roguish laugh spreading across her delicate face.

"Hahaha……"

"I didn't do anything, it was just that eye that rejected you!"

Don't you find that strange?

"Even after I was granted the title, I was no match for you. So how could I have kept you out for so long before?"

"All along, what has kept you out has not been me, but the eyes of that ferocious god!"

The Lord of Nightmare, however, did not believe the Sleeping Woman's explanation: "It cannot refuse me. I am the most suitable host. Everything I am now was created to perfectly accept it!"

The Sleeping Woman shook her head and asked the Nightmare Lord in a mocking tone, "Have you looked for a job?"

"Looking for a job?"

The Lord of Evil was speechless.

The shift from grand topics related to evil spirits and the world to trivial matters like finding a job left him somewhat bewildered.

"If you've ever looked for a job, you should know that some positions are open to people whose abilities don't matter; the position is only for specific people."

“A malevolent god will surely be born.”

"So, no matter how suitable you are, this position does not belong to you."

(End of this chapter)