A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"We are the killers, spreading death on behalf of the great 'Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka,' to restore the true form of the underworld."

"It is your honor to give your lives to accomplish this great task."

"Why refuse death...why!!!!!" The voices of the black-robed figures around them gradually changed from cold and indifferent to frantic and agitated.

No, they should be called killers now.

"'Lord of the Underworld,' what is that? A demigod?" Eric snapped his fingers before the other person could finish rambling.

The massive ice wall completely separated the expedition team from the Deathbringers, and the surrounding area instantly went from maximum volume to silence.

With the ring's blessing, Eric managed to hold back the Silver-ranked beings more than two years ago; this ice wall was something that normal people simply couldn't break.

Even if the other side is really powerful, it will still take some time.

"Blind man, get out of the way, I'm here to ask you something." Eric took advantage of the ice wall still being there and ran up to the Deathbringer who had been subdued by Bray in one move.

A series of booming sounds rang out from outside the ice wall, indicating that the other side had begun to destroy it.

No matter, Eric snapped his fingers again, adding another layer of ice wall.

However, the expedition team couldn't stay holed up in their shells forever. Eric planned to use this time to let everyone calm down and get things organized.

While we're at it, let's ask each other a few questions.

Eric happened to know nothing about the zombies around him, and it seemed he had learned quite a bit from the madman who called himself the Deathbringer.

"..." Bray was speechless, but he still stood to the side, still keeping his sword pinned to the other man.

I felt incredibly embarrassed; being bossed around like this made me feel like I wasn't someone important...

Even though it was Bray who gave up thinking and chose to become a wage earner, it was still very frustrating.

Don't I, Bray, have any pride...?

Eric completely ignored Bray's inner monologue, which could easily be a mini-drama, and roughly grabbed the Deathbringer by the collar, looking at him with disdain.

"You will all die, you will all be stepping stones for the restoration of order in the underworld." The Deathbringer spoke in a near-maniacal tone, as if he felt no pain.

"Alright, you idiot, I didn't come here to hear you say that," Eric said, pursing his lips.

"Is that guy called 'Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka' a Silver-ranked being? A demigod?"

"A silver-ranked being!? A demigod!! What do you take 'Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka' for?!" Upon hearing Eric's words, the Deathbringer struggled to get up and strangle Eric.

Unfortunately, Bray's sword was very steady, giving him no chance at all.

“Oh, what’s that? An ordinary person?” Eric said sarcastically.

"The Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka, is a great god! A god who rules over all the dead! A being that fools like you cannot touch!" The Deathbringer roared, with an urge to rip off his own shoulders and pounce on Eric.

“God of death…” Eric narrowed his eyes and quietly layered an ice armor on his chest.

"Then why doesn't your god make you martyrs?"

"Ha, we are messengers carrying out Lord Dizoka's divine decree. We survived when those filthy demigods destroyed the world because of Lord Dizoka's mercy."

“We will faithfully spread death for Dizoca, especially an idiot like you.”

"Hey, hey, hey, don't make personal attacks. Calling me an idiot is going too far, but it's fine if you call the person next to me an idiot."

"..." Bray looked at the soldier with a very subtle expression, considering how to settle the score.

"So what's the point of killing? Does your idiotic god enjoy watching people die?" Eric still spoke to the Deathbringer with considerable disdain.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! I will not allow anyone to insult Him!!!!" Eric's words completely caused the Deathbringer to lose control of his emotions.

"Jump back," Bray said at that moment.

"?" Before Eric could react, he saw Bray sheathe his sword and then jump back.

"Thump!" The previously subdued Deathbringer not only got up from the ground, but also sent everything around it flying.

Although Bray tried to pull Eric along to push, Eric flew out like a ball as soon as he reached out.

"Cough..." However, after Eric was thrown more than ten meters, he was caught in a princess carry by Alice who appeared just in time.

Eric coughed up a lot of blood and nearly fainted.

"Luckily...luckily I was smart and got an ice armor in advance," Eric said, clutching his chest and looking pained.

"You are not allowed to insult Lord Dizoka!" The Deathbringer's hoarse voice was filled with boundless rage.

The immense divine power, shaking the suppressive effect of "The Last Echo," surged towards the one seeking death.

He didn't turn into a muscle monster, but his aura surged in an instant, making people instinctively realize that he had become stronger.

If you look closely, you'll find that the killer's originally pale arm has long since turned into bones.

The already tattered black robe now appeared even more decayed, and the bone helmet had become completely integrated with the Deathbringer. For this man who called himself a member of the Deathbringer, "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka" was an existence that could not be insulted.

Countless silver seeds fell to earth without warning, and no one was able to find salvation.

There was no savior who descended from the heavens, and their original faith could not provide them with any support.

There wasn't even any emotional support.

Despair, despair, despair. Faced with an apocalypse where he had no idea how to survive, the man's last nerve snapped.

But just then, when he felt that nothing mattered, a terrifying figure appeared in front of him.

Yes, it was a terrifying figure, a figure that was anything but holy.

The figure's form was the same as his current attire, but even more ancient.

No, it should be said that his clothes were the same as that figure's.

But the figure in the tattered black robe was none other than "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka," whom he now fanatically worshipped.

The moment His incarnation descended, the silver creature that had been mockingly toying with the lives of the survivors was annihilated without leaving a trace.

Unfortunately, "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka," originally wanted to extend this mercy to people in more places, but the World Wall would not allow Him to do so.

He could only choose a certain place to bring salvation to the people there.

Those who survived have become the group of killers we see today.

"Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka" is not one of those false gods whose shadows cannot be seen; He is visible and even tangible.

In the past, this righteous and upright God was praised, but none of them appeared when believers needed Him most.

This terrifying figure, at that moment, gave people an unparalleled sense of security.

This is true divinity, this is true kindness, this is true compassion!

Their salvation at that time and in that place must have been preordained, destined to meet this great and real God.

Now—he will use his life to crush this guy who insulted the gods with his words.

"Aton for your sins with your blood!!!" The Deathbringer picked up the scythe that had been broken by Bray and said in a deep voice.

"You just insulted a true god, a god worthy of respect." The scythe was restored by divine power, even sharper than before.

As death hunters, each of them possesses immense divine power, far surpassing that of religious high priests.

With each step he took, countless spirits reached out from beneath his feet, trying to drag him into the underworld.

When his divine power is completely exhausted, he will be mercilessly dragged into the underworld by the spirits of the dead.

“You’ve gone too far,” Bray said to Eric.

“I can see that,” Eric replied, barely alive.

The surrounding area was surrounded by ice walls, which not only blocked the outside killers but also cut off the expedition team's escape route.

“We, who are weak, can be saved simply by restoring order to the underworld and allowing the great Dizoka to descend.”

"Why can't I understand?" The Deathbringer's current posture was like that of a black-robed ghost that had been wandering the wasteland for millions of years, devoid of any life force, only filled with endless divine power.

He held a sickle in his right hand and clenched his left hand in the air, instantly choking all those who were secretly preparing to attack.

Everyone had noticeable dark marks on their necks, and these marks were getting darker.

"What do you want to do, to bring down the Golden Seeds?" But as he made a further move, Bray casually chopped off his left hand with a single sword stroke.

After his left hand was severed, it was instantly grabbed by a hand that reached out from the ground and dragged away to an unknown location.

Fortunately, at the same time, the Deathbringer's magic was interrupted, and the person who had been choked was able to breathe fresh air again, even though it was a bit chilly inside the ice wall.

However, after the Deathbringer's hand was forcibly severed, he felt no pain and turned around to slash at Bray with his scythe.

"That's right, the false 'Tomb of Wandering' shouldn't exist at all; the true underworld should be the Yellow Springs."

"The underworld should be the final resting place for the dead. The 'Wandering Tomb' is nothing but a dumping ground, and it's even usurping the power of the great gods."

“It must be destroyed. That place is meaningless and only hinders Lord Dizoka,” the Deathbringer said excitedly.

Everything they did was to completely destroy the already overburdened "Wandering Tomb".

Now, the "Wandering Tomb" is showing signs of collapse. Countless dead have nowhere to go or where to disappear, and can only search for corpses in the mortal world, turning into walking corpses.

The cycle of life and death has ceased to function, and every additional death will cause this "Wandering Tomb" to collapse even faster.

He even foresaw that the day the "Wandering Tomb" was destroyed would be the day Lord Dizoka returned from a distant world.

On that day, all the filthy and selfish people, and the arrogant and unreasonable demigods, will be brought to justice.

The entire Capra will then return to normal once again.

The killing now is only to usher in true hope—a belief he firmly holds and cannot be shaken.

No one could understand the depth of gratitude these people, who had received help in their despair, felt towards "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka".

"You want to destroy the 'Wandering Tomb'...?" Bray ignored the other party's fanatical tone, but grasped a very key word.

"The Tomb of Wandering".

“That quiet place shouldn’t be disturbed by you.” Bray narrowed his right eye.

"Quiet? You ignorant fool, you can't call a place filled with the dead quiet?"

"Who do you think you are? Have you even been there? Do you know what the 'Wandering Tomb' is? Do you know what the Underworld is?" The Deathbringer unleashed divine power in his right arm, swinging his scythe with all his might.

A phantom figure, like the Grim Reaper, dragged a long scythe and swung it along with the Deathbringer, cleaving the ice wall in two.

He kept questioning the person in front of him; in his view, everyone in the world was pitiful and foolish.

Because they have not received divine salvation, they do not know how to save this broken world.

"..." Bray didn't speak, but just looked at the other person calmly.

He's been there.

He had been to both places the killer mentioned.

No matter where it is, it is not a place that the living should yearn for, much less talk about.

An ordinary sword strike pierced through the opponent's chest.

The Deathbringer's powerful strike ultimately only severed a small section of Bray's hair.

The Deathbringer, gripping the sword that had pierced him, stared at Bray in disbelief.

Why is this? He clearly possesses such powerful divine strength, stronger than any previous representative of the gods... so why was he pierced through by this person's sword?

He doesn't understand, and he can't understand.

In a daze, the killer saw countless familiar scenes.

That day, the firelight illuminated the walls, reflecting my own shadow.

He watched as the demigod, taller than a clock tower, used his power to toy with helpless mortals.

And he, too, was once one of those who were manipulated.

The shadow relentlessly devoured his body, yet it did not kill him, but instead plunged him into endless agony.

Family and friends all perished in this disaster... leaving only her one daughter.

No one came to save them, and no one would save them; he prayed earnestly that someone would be able to save him.

Even if it's not to save him, I hope to drive away this demon so that my daughter can escape safely.

Yes, this silver species claims to be a demigod, but to mortals, it is no different from a demon; both are destroyers, bringing endless annihilation.

Where has tranquility been thrown? Is there any chance for people to regain it?

There's no chance, he thought, looking at this invincible silver-grade creature.