Chapter 300: A Dialogue between Strengths

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After sneaking into the taxi, Zhang Lisheng discovered he had never heard of some specific terms regarding the occupation division of the Western Darkwalkers in the conversation between the taxi driver and Miss Spider.

However, according to the meaning implied in their conversation, the young man could roughly speculate that the term ‘believer’ should be a profession that could display a certain exclusive power for showing devotion to an ancient god.

Such an occupation somewhat coincided with the cultivators of the Witchcraft’s Gate of Sacrifice, closely related to the beliefs of ghosts and gods. It was likely that there would be a method of utilizing the power of faith reasonably.

When Zhang Lisheng thought of this, his original intention of wanting to abandon the Lord’s party and directly kidnapping the taxi driver to coerce him into giving a confession made him realize that the power possessed by the horrifying woman behind him might be far beyond his own inference after hearing the gentle and respectful compliments she had for the Hindu gods.

After all, in today’s scientific society on Earth that did not believe in gods’ power, many people had adopted a casual attitude towards gods. Only those people who had realized the vastness of the gods’ power that was beyond an ordinary person’s imagination would always maintain a basic amount of respect to all gods carefully, even though they might have fallen already.

This was also in line with the saying ‘they who know nothing fear nothing’ mentioned in ancient Chinese books.

If this was merely a fight, actually; no matter how powerful Miss Spider was, Zhang Lisheng would have no fear at all, for the lizard transformation he had on now, with his tenacious scales, agile movement, and the ability to annihilate and to pass through anything was the nemesis of that horrifying woman who would trap her opponents in a desperate situation with strong restraint first before killing them.

However, there was no doubt that it would only be an idiotic dream to bring away a living captive calmly away.

He decided to not make any movement after all. However, as his train of thought changed its course, Zhang Lisheng felt that his trip for this joyous party was originally a dirty deal of pulling chestnut out of a fire. If he dared not make any move now in the face of Miss Spider alone, then when he reached the destination that had several dozens, if not hundreds, of powerful Darkwalkers later, it would be even more hopeless.

Just as he was pondering over it, unable to decide, time was fleeting away. The taxi passed through the night and sped to a ruined neighborhood of Queens next to the sea, before entering a huge warehouse that had a wide-open door with a black entrance.

At that moment when the car drove into the warehouse, it was obvious that the car had broken through a layer of shadowless tangible oil film, as the car’s body was being cleaned at once. Then, it drove for over ten seconds in the warehouse with a thick fishy smell and suddenly decelerating into a tunnel.

The tunnel was narrow and could only accommodate a taxi. The surrounding walls showed traces of it being freshly excavated.

After the car continued to drive for a while, the slightly earthy air in the car began to get wet gradually. One could tell that the car must have likely to have driven under the beach.

“Mr. Driver, we haven’t reached the party’s destination yet?” Miss Spider who seemed to be a bit impatient with this neither long nor short trip suddenly asked in the tunnel.

The moment her words left her mouth, a middle-aged male voice that seemed to sound like a male duck quacking but was disguised with might to become a gentle, respectful tone resonated, “Please stay calm, beautiful miss. the themed party’s venue is just right around the corner. Listen, we can even hear the music now.”

After that, without reason, a brightly lit junction suddenly appeared not far in front of the car. At the same time, uproarious dance music suddenly reverberated in the ears of everyone in the car.

“Oh, Your Lordship, your Purgatory Praying Spell is getting more and more amazing! But, since you’re holding a party with the theme of ‘Ancient Dark Gods’, don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate to use such joyous dance music as welcoming music?”

“You’re very picky, miss!” Upon hearing Miss Spider’s complaints, the male voice chuckled. Right away, the cheerful dance music in the car suddenly became the sound of painful mourning of thousands of people.

A few seconds later, in the deafening roar of the mourning, the taxi slowly turned into an impossibly huge basement.

This was a basement with an area of several thousand square meters. The walls were burning with blazing flames.

From time to time, human heads with lines of blood and tears on their scorched faces would struggle to protrude out of the flames, making shrill miserable cries. If one were to look closely, those human heads looked exactly the same. The original form actually originated from the face of a middle-aged man wearing a crown of thorns who had distorted expressions and whose four limbs were pierced by nails onto the cross made by logs standing in the middle of the basement.

The floor was full of exquisitely embossed floorboards that told the legends of the ancient dark demon to conquer the various worlds.

The white-winged angels, with a pierced chest and painful expression and a powerful demon, with black flames dancing in their eyes with a smug smell for killing wantonly, on the pieces of colored sculptures appeared to be vivid and lifelike. The tragic scene seemed to be displaying their subject in a realia in front of the spectators.

On the ceiling 30 meters above the ground, there were 300 to 400 large and small rusty, mottled iron cages hanging in a disorderly pattern from the ceilings.

Hundreds of waiters with a dull look would bring down the iron cages one after another from time to time, upon the request of the distinguished guests who had arrived and cut the flesh of the various living beasts and humans imprisoned in them to be placed onto the plate for the guests to enjoy.

When Miss Spider’s taxi drove into the majestic, bloody basement of this dark palace, it did not attract too much attention.

However, upon seeing this horrible woman slowly walking out of the car, it was not the waiters who tended to her, but instead, it was the party owner dressed as an ancient dark sun god wearing a dark sun royal crown and a seven-colored long robe who went up to greet her personally, attracting the attention of all the guests as he did so.

“Miss, I’m greatly honored to have you in my simple joyous party this time!” He walked gracefully up to Miss Spider with a gentle smile. Faced with this uninvited guest who killed a real guest to obtain an invitation by force, the Lord remarked in a hoarse but loud voice, as though she was a true, distinguished guest.

“You flatter me, Your Lordship. Your themed party ‘Ancient Dark Gods’ has long shocked the dark world of America’s east coast!” Miss Spider swept her eyes at the surrounding and remarked amorously, “There are already 327 powerful Darkwalkers here! This is indeed a one of a kind event that I’ve had the opportunity to participate in the last two decades. However, how come I didn’t get to see that sawtooth King? Don’t tell me he plans to just sneak away in secret after digging out such a huge rat hole?”

“Oh shut up, Black Widow! This is not your ‘spider jungle’! Even if you have a helper with you, you better watch your manners!” The instant the woman’s words left her mouth, an oppressive roar reverberated from underground. Then, several dozens of floorboards suddenly flew up to the sky, crashing onto the ceiling. The soil in the ground splattered everywhere and soon, a huge mound close to ten meters high quickly arched.

After the huge movement, a fat midget, who had a height even shorter than a Hellfire tribesman with a pair of darting eyes, pointed nose, and protruding mouth, leaped out of the giant hole in the middle of the mount.

This midget appeared to be comical. However, when every Darkwalkers present on the scene saw his plain physical appearance, awe appeared in their eyes.

Only Miss Spider took out another slender cigarette from her skirt as though nothing had happened. After igniting it, she smiled, “You fat rat. If I want to, the ground that I step upon would become a spider jungle right away. For this reason, don’t think I’d have to make way for you in this rat hole you dug. Also, the ‘friend’ who came with me is not my helper. On the contrary, I had thought he was the trump card for you and the Lord just in case some sort of accident occurs.”

“That is to say, he is an uninvited guest who does not know anyone,” The fat midget became stunned for a moment before exclaiming in a pleasant surprise, “What a stroke of good luck! We finally have tasty meat at the party…”

Before he could finish his words, a few large scorpion tails had already appeared in the air without warning and stabbed towards him.

Now that such an unexpected situation occurred, the midget merely sneered. Faced with the extremely narrow gaps in between the swaying scorpion tails, he flew forward slickly. It was clear that he intended to attack.

Unfortunately, when his body that could shuttle freely passed through the medium-end of the scorpion tails, the scorpion tails that were strung together by pieces of bone spurt had already spun into a fan. In an instant, a bloody brilliance flashed and appeared. Then the midget disappeared without a trace.

The distorted trace of the spinning of the scorpion tails that seemed to be able to cut through space remained for a long time, causing the Lord and Miss Spider’s faces to dignify gradually.

After pondering over it, the woman’s red lips turned taut as she said, “Your Lordship, the person who gatecrashed your party is quite a terrifying assassin. Don’t tell me that the fat rat has already died?”

“Black Widow, if it were you, of course, we’d have turned you into tomato sauce already!” A black hole suddenly burst out from the air in the basement. The fat midget who was still lively just now already had three obvious slashes that could see through his bones on his body. He climbed out from the hole and said, “But I’m King Rat who can dig through everything…”

While the midget was talking, a calm voice suddenly resonated from behind him, “Indeed, Your Excellency King Rat, your ability to dig into space is truly amazing. This is why I also understand very well that you’re not suffering from any major injuries. Why would you pretend to be seriously injured yet forcing to prop yourself up?”

Then, a ferocious figure of over two meters tall, with a long slender body, covered with diamond-shaped scales, along with nine slender scorpion tails protruding out of his spine swaying beautifully in the air, appeared in the basement.