Chapter 2365 - More than Thirty Thousand Ways of Dying (2/2)
“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.
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