The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 925: Chapter 79 Contact!_2

Chapter 925: Chapter 79 Contact!_2

"Just now, what was that?”

Pondor frowned, surveyed his surroundings, and finally, his gaze landed on Jason.

Not just him; including Dorco, all the remaining ‘elders’ of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ also fixed their stares on Jason.

Being watched by everyone, Jason took a deep breath calmly, allowing his Physical Strength to quickly recover, then raised his hand towards their ‘Leader’, who had been reduced to debris, and cast [Protection Against Evil] again.

Finishing move!

This was a habit Jason developed in the Nightless City.

Even if the enemy seemed dead, one must always make sure by delivering a finishing move.

This was a famous saying from the 20th district of Nightless City.

Jason took it to heart.

Indeed, it was a wise move—

"Ah ah ah ah!”

A ghostly voice floated up from those bits of bone debris.

It was their ‘Leader’.

This Leader looked at Jason with a gaze filled with unprecedented venom.

A gaze that seemed to wish to eat Jason’s flesh and drink his blood.

Jason faced it squarely.

In the Nightless City, in the parallel worlds he had experienced, he had faced too many such gazes.

Initially, he was unaccustomed to it.

Even felt his skin crawl.

But now?

Calm, and his heart undisturbed.

"Since I cannot survive!”

"Neither shall you!”

The Leader’s gaze began to sweep around.

Then, the Leader cried out:

"O master of the Five Rivers!”

"O ultimate refuge of the dead!”

"O sovereign seated upon a mass of skeletons!”

"Cast your gaze upon this place!”

"I, shaken by your power, humbly request!”

Hearing such words, the faces of the ‘elders’ of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ changed dramatically.

"Stop him!”

"He’s summoning the Reaper!”

"Quick!”

…

These ‘elders’ of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ roared.

But it was too late!

Utilizing the remaining curse power in his body as a catalyst, their ‘Leader’ swiftly completed a ‘Descent’.

Buzz!

The entire enclosed space started to shake.

Then, an extremely dense gray mist began to fill the space.

People could no longer see each other.

Even if they were close at hand.

All that was left before everyone’s eyes was the rolling fog, and—

Clip, clop, clip clop!

The clear sound of horse hooves.

A four-wheeled carriage pulled by four pure black horses appeared in everyone’s view.

The carriage was completely sealed.

Just like the horses, it was deep black.

Without any decoration or embellishment.

And where there should have been a coachman, there was no one.

The carriage moved on its own.

Upon seeing this carriage, the ‘elders’ of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ all showed expressions of terror.

For the first time, they faced fear in its truest form.

Even the ‘Leader’ who completed the ceremony was no exception.

In the face of death, who could remain calm?

Jason!

Among all the fearful gazes, Jason’s gaze was wary and slightly curious.

He sensed the presence of death.

Thicker than ever before.

Then, he watched as the carriage passed by the people around.

Immediately, the fear on the faces around him solidified.

They stood there rigidly, their transparent souls being drawn into the carriage. Some resisted, but the disparity in strength was too great.

It was a complete overpowering.

Any resistance was like blocking a car with a fragile arm, futile.

The Strength-believing Dorco resisted, it was useless.

The cautious Pondor resisted, it was useless.

Their ‘Leader’ tried to struggle, but it was also useless.

The souls of all were pulled into the carriage.

Except for Jason.

The carriage naturally passed by Jason.

Jason died once.

When the carriage brushed past Jason, he resurrected.

The departing carriage paused.

Then, it turned back.

It brushed past Jason again.

Jason died again +1.

Then, as the carriage moved away, he began to resurrect again.

This time, not just the carriage paused.

Even the four black warhorses showed a hint of surprise in their muddled eyes.

They turned their heads, trying to process it with their befuddled brains.

But, no conclusion was reached.

From their birth to now, they had never encountered a human as strange as Jason.

Out of duty.

They instinctively circled back again.

But once they left, Jason would resurrect.

Therefore, in the next dozen or so seconds, the carriage began circling Jason.

Until the ritual ended—

Neigh!

The four black horses, with resentful neighs, charged into the dense fog and disappeared.

Phew!

Jason let out a long breath.

Underneath the masked face, a relieved expression was evident.

On those four horses and the carriage, he felt a genuine sense of oppression.

If this enclosed space had a presence similar to the Bizarre existence like that on Pea Street, then the carriage was completely on the level of that Bizarre presence.

In those short dozen seconds, he had no room to fight back.

Death occurred again and again.

A full 100 times!

All within those few seconds!

If the time continued, after his satiation depleted, Jason could fully imagine his fate.