Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 927: Grasshoppers on the Same String

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Hades stopped laughing and gently drew a line in the void with his scythe:

"Hunt and kill a nine hundred thousand year old World Beast—the Abyssal Wretched Dragon."

"Nine hundred thousand years?" Chen Huaian frowned slightly, not out of fear, but because it seemed troublesome:

"This is what you call simple?

The Canglan Realm is so vast, where am I supposed to find such a World Beast?

If it's sleeping in some deep-sea trench or the Polar North Ice Plains, wouldn't this Venerable One have to run all over the world?"

Abyssal Wretched Dragon, Abyssal Wretched Dragon. With the word 'Abyssal' in its name, it definitely doesn't live in normal places.

Since the Death God can dictate the contents of the Divine Trial, he shouldn't make him go hunt a World Beast.

From what Hades implied, wasn't his wife also a World Beast?

Wasn't this a bit contradictory?

Chen Huaian pondered this and was about to turn and call Li Qingran to prepare to search for clues.

"No need for the trouble." Hades's sinister voice sounded behind him: "It is right here."

Before the words faded, the Death Scythe in Hades's hand hooked fiercely towards the void behind him.

*Rip—!*

It was as if a huge piece of black cloth was being torn, space instantly splitting open a massive gash.

A stench so thick it was nauseating and an aura of ultimate evil surged out from the crack like a bursting dam.

"ROAR—!!!" An extremely tyrannical dragon roar exploded, shaking the arena's Protective Barrier until it buzzed.

Immediately after, an enormous dragon, pitch black all over with dark golden magma flowing across its scales, was dragged out from the spatial rift by several thick black chains!

It was hundreds of meters long, almost filling half the space above the arena.

But this dragon's eyes held no trace of intelligence, only endless madness, chaos, and a desire for slaughter.

It struggled frantically, roaring hoarsely, its ultimate malice locking onto Hades, showing not the slightest fear even though Hades was the Death God.

"This is the Abyssal Wretched Dragon."

Hades looked at the rampaging giant beast, a flash of satisfaction and mockery in his eyes:

"It has no soul, no consciousness, only the purest desire for destruction.

Because it is not a naturally born World Beast at all.

It is a monster condensed from the malice, greed, and cruelty stripped away by the Golden Dragon King, mixed with filthy blood energy!

That old thing, the Golden Dragon King, stripped away these evil consciousnesses to maintain his own glorious and righteous image.

Yet, unwilling to part with this power, he nurtured it in the void between spaces, ready to devour it when he wanted to use this power.

I went to great lengths to 'steal' one of them."

Hades looked at Chen Huaian and made a 'please' gesture:

"Kill it. This is your Divine Trial. Killing the Abyssal Wretched Dragon will not drop any World Ring or World Bone.

But the one who kills it will be marked, and can only be the Golden Dragon King's enemy in the future."

The corner of Chen Huaian's mouth twitched.

No wonder this Death God wasn't afraid of being stabbed in the back, he was waiting here all along?

His fingers rubbed the hilt of his sword, his deep eyes like two sharp blades piercing straight into the dark eye sockets beneath Hades's mask.

"Since it's a Letter of Introduction, why should this Venerable One be the only one to get his hands dirty?"

He sneered, his tone icy: "If this Venerable One kills this wretched beast and gets relentlessly targeted by the Golden Dragon King,

while you hide in a dark corner reaping the benefits... this Venerable One does not do such losing deals."

Hades seemed to have anticipated Chen Huaian's question.

Facing Chen Huaian's aggressive gaze, he offered no defense. Instead, the head hidden beneath the hood lifted slightly, emitting a low, light chuckle.

"Your caution, I appreciate it."

*Clatter—!*

Accompanied by the heavy sound of dragging chains, the scythe in Hades's hand once again probed into the spatial rift.

This time, he forcefully dragged out an even larger Abyssal Wretched Dragon from the dark depths.

That wretched dragon was equally crazed and twisted, its entire body radiating suffocating malice and cruelty.

"Watch."

Hades barked lowly, without the slightest hesitation.

A cold light flashed.

The massive Death Scythe drew a black crescent arc in the air, cleanly and decisively severing the wretched dragon's head.

*Squelch!*

Black dragon blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering on the black altar floor with a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The next second, the headless corpse of the wretched dragon violently disintegrated, turning into a stream of dark golden, resentful energy.

That energy circled once in the air, emitted a shrill, cursing shriek, then like a bone-deep plague, slammed fiercely into Hades's chest!

*Thump!*

Hades's body shuddered violently, the black mist swirling around him churning intensely.

Even though he was a master of manipulating souls, a deity in charge of death, facing the ultimate malice stripped away by the Golden Dragon King, he couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.

On his chest, where the black mist parted, a black flame-burning dragon head mark slowly appeared.

This mark was branded onto his soul, emitting waves of malice.

"Hah..."

Hades slowly let out a turbid breath, pointing at the still-wriggling mark on his chest, his voice even hoarser than before:

"This is the Golden Dragon King's curse. Once tainted, it's like a bone-deep plague. Unless the Golden Dragon King perishes, it can never be erased.

Now, I am already in the game.

Once that old thing detects it, I will be a mortal enemy he must eliminate."

He raised his head, those deep-blue ghost flames dancing in his eyes as he looked directly at Chen Huaian:

"I have cut off my retreat, made my choice.

Now, it's your turn."

Chen Huaian looked at the ferocious mark on Hades's chest and raised an eyebrow.

This old Death God had some guts.

Since the other party had already laid his sincerity on the table, he naturally couldn't back down either.

"Fine."

The corner of Chen Huaian's mouth lifted in a faint smile as he casually swung the sword in his hand.

*Zheng—!*

Following a clear, melodious sword hum.

The Death God narrowed his eyes slightly, yet could only catch a glimpse of a white flash that was fast to the extreme.

The Abyssal Wretched Dragon that was still roaring at Chen Huaian, its roar cut off abruptly.

Its body stiffened for an instant, then a fine blood line appeared from between its eyebrows all the way to its tail.

*Crash!*

The massive dragon body instantly split in two.

Just like the one Hades killed earlier, after the wretched dragon died, that aura containing the Golden Dragon King's ultimate malice and greed instantly erupted.

It transformed into a ferocious dragon shadow and charged towards the space between Chen Huaian's eyebrows!

"Seeking death."

Chen Huaian did not dodge or evade, allowing that stream of malice to rush into his Sea of Consciousness.

*Boom!*

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the dragon shadow, upon barging in, immediately bared its fangs and brandished its claws, trying to pollute this pure Divine Soul realm.

However.

The next moment, its roar was cut off like a duck being strangled, instantly stifled.

In the center of that vast, boundless Sea of Consciousness, a Golden Immortal Divine Soul exuding supreme majesty sat cross-legged, coldly looking down upon it.

Before that terrifying pressure that transcended the dimensions of this world, this so-called 'Golden Dragon King's malice' was like a loach mistakenly entering a true dragon's lair.

The once-arrogant dragon soul mark trembled violently, its initial action of trying to take deep root and erode the soul instantly halting.

It fearfully curled into a ball, shivering, not a trace of its former arrogance remaining.

If Chen Huaian wished, just a single thought would reduce this wisp of a mark to ashes.

"This is the curse that cannot be erased?" Chen Huaian's mouth twitched.

What bullshit Golden Dragon King's curse? Before his Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, it was just a joke he could crush at any time.

This also meant that the initiative was completely in his hands.

If this old Death God ghost dared to have any treacherous intentions in the future, he could erase the mark and withdraw at any time, or even turn around and sell this old ghost to the Golden Dragon King.

However...

Chen Huaian was in no hurry to act.

This Death God was relatively sincere for now. Keeping this mark would help put his mind at ease.

Chen Huaian slowly raised his right hand.

On the back of his hand, a ferocious dragon head mark composed of black flames flickered faintly, emitting the exact same aura as the one on Hades.

"Well? Should you be relieved now?"

Chen Huaian shook the back of his hand, looking at Hades with a half-smile:

"Now we are truly grasshoppers on the same string. If I can't run, you can't hop away either.

For future cooperation, it's better to be open and honest."

Seeing the undeniable curse mark on Chen Huaian's hand, Hades's body, which had been tense all along, finally relaxed.

Going against the Golden Dragon King, it wasn't that he wasn't afraid, but at least now he was no longer isolated and without support.

"Noreki, wait for me, I will definitely avenge you..."

The ghost flames in Hades's eyes flickered as he murmured to himself.

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