Night Journey

Chapter 132 The Shield of Hel
When they first met, Dekar was very curious about the identity of the Deathbird and his purpose, but after several attempts to probe, he got nothing.

After that, Deathbird borrowed manpower from Claws and confirmed the location of White Cliff Town through Dekar.

He left and never returned.

The man before me didn't know much about the Deathbird, let alone the purpose of his trip to Baiya Town.

As time went by, all of this was about to be forgotten by De Karl, but the man brought it up again today.

De Karl understood men's character very well.

After recording the man's expressions, tone of voice, and other details, De Karl often studied these words in private, pondering the man's various aspects until he knew him inside and out.

Dekar remained silent, and unsurprisingly, the man spoke with a boastful air.

"You've heard the news too, haven't you? Another miraculous creation has emerged in the Sea of ​​Origin, and the master of this miraculous creation is not a giant god, but a newly emerged evil."

Decal responded, "What else do you know?"

"I don't know much."

The man sighed and said sincerely, "I'm not lying. That newly emerged villain is far too mysterious. There is very little information about him."

Dekar asked with great interest, "For example?"

"He was an extremely arrogant being. The Spore Sanctuary tried to communicate with him several times, but he ruthlessly rejected us each time. Fortunately, after a series of contacts, we were able to clarify some things."

The man recalled, "We have no idea whether the Scarlet Sun's specific identity or title opened up a brand new path or embarked on a long-forgotten one."

The only clear thing is that he united the Oathbreakers who had been fighting amongst themselves in the dark world and reorganized them into a legion.

As believers in the chaos and evil, the word "legion" instinctively evokes a tremendous sense of pressure in men.

"An oath-breaker..."

De Karl's concerns were completely different from those of men.

All extraordinary individuals who abandon their destiny and plunge into chaos can be seen as oath-breakers, but in most contexts, oath-breakers are implicitly referred to as torchbearers.

Those rebels who, during the twelfth expedition, turned to chaos and sparked the year of rebellion.

"The reunited rebels have formed an extremely powerful force. According to my latest intelligence, they have already occupied a large territory in the underworld, and even the intervention of other evil forces has failed to stop their expansion."

Halfway through his sentence, the man suddenly remembered something.

"They call themselves the Salvation Army."

As soon as he finished speaking, a contemptuous smile appeared on the man's face.

How ironic it is that someone who believes in the chaos and evils calls himself a savior.

De Karl asked, "Is there nothing else?"

“That’s all,” the man shook his head. “But we suspect the Salvation Army is also after the so-called Sun. Nobody knows how things will develop.”

"But rest assured, Hull City will be spared."

Dekar took a deep breath and nodded silently. Seeing this, the man seized the opportunity to tempt him.

"So what have you thought about? Even if you are unwilling to abandon your destiny of returning to oblivion, you can still receive your mother's blessing."

Throughout the entire relationship, Dekar and the Claws were merely partners. His heart was filled with darkness, but his power remained pure and uncorrupted by chaos.

Decal replied emotionlessly, "You mean...like my father?"

"Why not?"

The man spread his hands. "The Claw has always cooperated well with your family, hasn't it? Your father did the same back then, and you are doing the same now."

After returning from White Gorge, Ruhr went mad with worry about the future of Hel City. In despair, he chose to join forces with the Claws to seek a glimmer of hope for Hel City.

After the Reverse Falcon hanged himself in Ruhr, Dekar took up his father's will and once again made contact with the Claws, allowing them to grow stronger in the shadow of Hel.

"My father?"

Dekar murmured as the familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared before his eyes.

“I have always thought my father was a cowardly and stupid man.”

The man froze.

"To have his rationality collapse so easily after merely glimpsing the dark future of Hel City, isn't that cowardly? Not to mention his stupidity in choosing to personally step into the chaos."

Dekar slowly stood up, his figure so tall that it seemed like an unshakeable wall.

"Actually, I don't hate Reverse Falcon. On the contrary, I admire him. Reverse Falcon and I share the same ideal: to make Hel City a better place. It's just that we have chosen completely different paths."

Therefore, a battle between me and the Reverse Falcon is inevitable.

Dekar walked slowly toward the man, his calm demeanor concealing a surging power, like molten lava about to erupt. "But I will not blame Reverse Falcon for hanging my father. That was my father's own fault. Even if Reverse Falcon hadn't eliminated him, I would have done it myself for the honor of the family."

I've been relentlessly pursuing the Reverse Falcon, but I've only used my father as a pretext to unite other councilors and leverage their strength to fight against him.

De Karl looked around, his voice not loud, but clear and sharp.

"Many high-ranking people have died here, but have you ever wondered why the various forces in Hel City haven't pursued the Rebel Falcon?"

Dekar gave a cold laugh and explained.

"The reverse falcon is right."

On that day, all the city-state councilors who participated in the meeting were corrupted by chaos; their deaths were not a pity.

The man became alert, and the chaos and source energy within his body stirred. The others did the same, rising to their feet, drawing their swords and raising their guns.

Despite facing countless swords and blades, Dekar maintained his confident demeanor.

"As for how Reverse Falcon killed them, it wasn't as recorded—that he recklessly barged in, killed people, and burned their bodies."

Decal took a step back and smiled.

"He just pressed a switch."

Suddenly, the decaying dome of the conference hall emitted a sickening metallic creak as an irregular crack appeared.

The man first felt a wave of heat hit his face, and then, golden-white light, like liquid flames, flowed down the sloping dome.

The dazzling light converged into a blinding river of light, completely illuminating the dimly lit conference hall and enveloping the Claws.

The first ray of light shone on the man, and his body, like burning oil paper, instantly burst into golden flames.

"fraud!"

The man roared incessantly, attempting to unleash the chaotic power within his body to kill Dekar, that two-faced bastard.

But this time, the invincible power of chaos did not respond.

Chaos was suppressed.

Completely suppressed by the dazzling radiance.

The dome of this conference hall was actually connected directly to the array of light torches, drawing in the purest light of the soul essence to cleanse everyone's sins.

Some tried to turn and run away, but they found that heavy iron gates had already blocked their way.

Normally, this thick iron gate would not be able to stop them from moving forward, but at this moment they were as vulnerable as ordinary people.

The wool cloak curled into charred ash in the light, while the exposed skin melted like boiling wax, every muscle fiber bursting in the intense light with a crackling sound of burning fat.

"Dekar! Do you think this will save the city of Hel?!"

The man roared hoarsely, "The power of the mother has already permeated the river, and the city of Hel will eventually be swallowed up by the power of devouring!"

Dekar shook his head and said softly.

"Then let the power of silence forget these things until then."

The last thing the man saw in his cloudy pupils was his own burning hands.

The finger bones gradually became visible in the flames, and the black mist swirling around the knuckles was the chaotic power being torn apart and evaporated bit by bit by the stream of light.

The light stream continued to flow downwards, like a purifying wave.

Some people writhed in agony in the bright light, their bones exploding into sparks inside their bodies. Others tried to run, but turned into scattered embers the moment they took their first step. Still others were as if an invisible hand had choked them, twisting them into burning torches in place. Flames surged from their limbs to their torsos, and before the ashes could even fall, they were completely evaporated by the subsequent stream of light.

"Even though I despise the evils of Chaos, I must admit that without the help of the Claws, my ideals would be hard to achieve."

Decal bowed to the crowd.

"Then our cooperation ends here. May your souls return to the Sea of ​​Origin... if you still have souls."

The higher-ups of the Claw Clan were burned to ashes by the light of the soul essence, completely powerless to resist.

Decal stood firm amidst the stream of light, unaffected except for some burns to his skin from the deadly heat.

The entire conference hall had been transformed into a giant incinerator, the air thick with the acrid smell of burning proteins, which mingled with the stench of dust to create a nauseating odor.

Only the stream of light descending from the sky remained unmoved, bathing Dekar in its light and making him appear like a god.

"I will save the city of Hull from turmoil and grant it lasting peace."

He began to speak in a low voice, as if addressing the souls of those who had died there, or perhaps speaking to himself.

"I am the light of the city, the shield of Hel."

(End of this chapter)