Chapter 2365 - More Than Thirty Thousand Ways Of Dying
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The Water Prayer Beads all disappeared.
If Wu Ku had held onto the three Water Fundamental Crystals, he might have been able to survive the phoenix's flames with the abundant energy inside them.
Unfortunately, the Water Fundamental Crystals were in Mo Fan's hands!
Some of the most tenacious plants were slowly turning into charcoal. The moist soil was now as dry and hard as stone. It was scorched black with cracks all through it.
The thick woods had vanished in a straight line completely, like they were erased by the stroke of a hand sweeping deeper into the rainforest, leaving behind a barren land in the middle of the rainforest with endless steam rising from it!
A man whose clothes and skin had been destroyed by flames was kneeling miserably at the boundary of the flames, looking like a burned statue.
It was Wu Ku.
He tried to get back to his feet a few times, but could only fall back to the ground.
He struggled to lift his head, but he could only see a two feet walking toward him, leaving burning footprints behind them.
"Kneeling on the ground will not lessen your sins," Mo Fan advised him.
"I will not kneel in front of a nobody like you..." Wu Ku tried to get up, but he shrieked in agony as the bones of his legs tried to support his weight.
His legs only had bones left!
His flesh had been burned away. The bones were scorched black, too!
Wu Ku was crying madly. His body twitched uncontrollably as more skin and flesh fell from him.
Wu Ku did not expect his body to end up like this.
He looked like a trashed Buddha statue burning inside a furnace, and now it was beginning to fall apart!
"Water, water, water..."
Wu Ku started crawling. The skin on his hands was falling off like dried soil.
However, he was still using all his might to crawl toward the Scorching River.
There was water in the Scorching River. Given water, his unique body could rejuvenate in no time.
The river would replenish the water he had lost. New skin and flesh would slowly grow out.
He could try again as long as he had water!...
He finally made it to the Scorching River. He just needed to use a little magic to Summon the water toward him...
However, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared at the river.
The Scorching River was dry!
The Scorching River here had contained the melted ice and collected rainwater from across the Andes Mountain Range, but it had dried up completely for several kilometers!
There was no sign of water, only dry earth cracked from the heat. Flames were still rising from some of the cracks!
"Give me, give me the Water Fundamental Crystals!
"I can tell you, I can tell you everything you want, give me the Water Fundamental Crystals!
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!
"Please, I'm begging you, show me mercy..."
Wu Ku grabbed Mo Fan's feet. His body had only bones left.
"Aren't you in a pretty good state now? Buddhists always want to become as light as feathers, so they can ascend. Your soul might be going to Hell, but your flesh has ascended. Congratulations on achieving your life goal," Mo Fan laughed sincerely.
If Wu Ku was a true believer of Buddhism, he would not have performed so many wicked acts!
He had treated the lives of others as a game of blood and gore to relieve his boredom!
"Elder of the Shadow Tribe, I would like you to handle this one here, too. Remember to give him a five-star rating trip before his life force depletes," Mo Fan called out.
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe had had enough of Wolf Chief, and had already thrown Wolf Chief to his underlings. The bored shadow demons might have separated him into countless pieces by now.
A more interesting target was being given to him. Wu Ku suited the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's tastes even more!
Mo Fan had destroyed Wu Ku's flesh. His soul would not have much resistance left now.
Little Loach never absorbed the rotten souls of the Black Vatican people, but the Elder of the Shadow Tribe welcomed them!
If Mo Fan was the King of Hell, the Elder of the Shadow Tribe was the officer of punishment Mo Fan had personally appointed!
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was able to torture a soul using hundreds of different methods!
Under his strong influence, the Soldiers of the Shadow Tribe had been reinventing their ways of killing with him!
"I can tell you everything. Don't you want to know..." Wu Ku begged desperately.
"That won't be necessary. I just want you to experience the pain of death. My brother told me you knocked your head on the ground thirty-four thousand six hundred and seventy times for the people who died in Bo City. Perhaps I should let you experience thirty-four thousand six hundred and seventy different deaths before you perish!" Mo Fan suggested.
Wu Ku had an urge to shatter his own soul with his magic after hearing those words.
Unfortunately, he no longer had any energy left. He could only watch his soul get dragged out by the Elder of the Shadow Tribe.
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was humming a strange tune as he dragged Wu Ku's soul away.
He was an expert at torturing a soul. Letting a soul experience thirty-four thousand six hundred and seventy different deaths might be a little tricky, but he would never cease trying!
If he could not come up with enough ideas himself, he had gained so many underlings who had some fancy ideas recently. They should be able to complete the immensely difficult project by working together!
The Elder of the Shadow Tribe suddenly realized he had always had pleasant surprises ever since he started following Mo Fan. Wu Ku was an extremely fine catch!
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Wu Ku really had nothing but bones left.
The bones of his face were contorted from the fear he was experiencing prior to his death, but his death was only the beginning.
The Black Vatican had always believed it, and Wu Ku finally had a chance to experience it, too!
His soul would be around for a long time, as his redemption had only just begun!
Mo Fan packed up Wu Ku's scorched bones.
Mo Fan had to give the people of Bo City a satisfying answer. The bones might be able to pacify the souls who were not willing to leave the blood-stained land of his home.
Even though Mo Fan had not taken care of the real culprit, as he lost track of Salan, he was confident that the dead would be pleased after he brought back the person who had executed the conspiracy!
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"How bold, how bold of you!"
An unfriendly voice appeared after Mo Fan was done packing up.
Mo Fan looked at the scorched area and saw a man with a sharp gaze holding a brown staff. He was less than two hundred meters away from Mo Fan.
Mo Fan was surprised he had not noticed the man's presence earlier.
Most importantly, the man should know he was the cause of the massive destruction all around. The fact that he dared to stand in front of Mo Fan indicated he was not afraid of him!
Mo Fan raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"
"You killed my Heavenly Sensei and behaved atrociously in my camp, and you are asking who I am?" the man with the brown staff laughed coldly.
"You are the leader of the Brown Rebels?" Mo Fan guessed.
"I will give you two options."
"Why are there always people like you who like to give people options? Just do whatever you want instead of asking so many questions. You want power, go ahead and claim it. Stop relying on such a disgusting method," Mo Fan interrupted him blithely.
"The first option is to die here.. The second is to join my regime and expand my territory for me! Your strength can barely make up for the loss of the Heavenly Sensei," the man continued grimly.
