That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Tiamat, the creator goddess, lamented being abandoned, yet accepted the actions of her children as an unavoidable reality. Even though she would never part with humanity until death, she still retained her love for humankind.

This compassion became a self-imposed constraint, manifesting as the inherent skill [Self-Sealing] at the C++ level.

Whenever Tiamat manifests, it will continuously cause pain and damage to the user, equivalent to 50% of their own health. If the user intends to land from the sea, the sealing effect will increase to cause 90% damage to Tiamat.

In the original game timeline, Tiamat, who was in a self-sealed state in C++, only exerted about 10% of her power.

Not long ago, Hall discovered that the aspect of Tiamat's mother that he had summoned based on his human identity was also the embodiment of this seal, and he wanted to kill her.

This is the real reason why Hall created the Dark Souls world in the Underworld.

Faced with Hall's unreserved killing intent, Tiamat was momentarily stunned, but remained calm: "If this is what you need to do, what you must do, I will accept it."

An answer that was both unexpected and yet expected.

Hey ~

Hall scratched his head and explained frankly, "The world will eventually be destroyed, and humanity is destined to perish. After the burning of human reason, the underworld will be the last ark to protect humanity. However, this ark is not sturdy at present. Therefore, we need the power of the primordial womb to transform it into a world suitable for humans to live in temporarily."

Only in this way can we ensure that humanity will not perish, and only in this way can we break Tiamat's C+++ level self-imposed seal.

Tiamat held Hall's right hand to her chest, feeling its warmth and heartbeat, her gaze gentle and tender. "Master, you brought me back to this world and allowed me to witness all of this. I am already incredibly satisfied. I will accept whatever the outcome may be. The choice is yours."

Hall said seriously, "Only children make choices. I want them all."

Tiamat chuckled: "Is that so? I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying that, Tiamat lightly leaped backward, her body falling into the void of darkness, and until she disappeared, her gaze remained fixed on Hall.

Being unconditionally accepted and given to, any ordinary person would be overjoyed to have such a follower, especially a fragment of the Creator Goddess.

But Hall's principle is equivalent exchange, and the more he believes in this, the more he finds it hard to let go.

Hall smiled wryly to himself, "When humanity no longer needs the underworld, I will bring you back."

That will also be the time when the spirit summoning technique is established.

A magic circle unfolded from beneath Hall's feet, employing the power to control the underworld and magic to construct a passage between the imaginary space and the underworld.

Several days later, the pitch-black liquid overflowed from the imaginary space and soaked Hall's feet.

The mud of the Holy Grail, the tide of chaos.

This is the abyss of the Dark Souls world.

Before long, the chaotic torrent surging from the abyss will gradually engulf the world of Dark Souls and affect the entire underworld.

It's hard to say whether Tiamat's self-sealing is due to her health or strength.

I personally think both are true.

Otherwise, as a primordial demon respected by the Demon King Goetia, his prestige would be too low.

By the way, I think it takes seven Grand Ranks to reliably defeat a Human Evil.

Chapter 426 Big Sister's Invitation

In the city of Kusa, on its gloomy and dark streets, skeletons wielding longswords and shields wander back and forth. The swords are rusty, and the shields are rotten. A bloodthirsty red light gleams deep in their eye sockets.

The souls that are taken from them generate an insatiable thirst for souls, turning them into beings more ferocious than ordinary undead. Only by devouring souls can they enjoy a moment of peace.

Suddenly, the red light in the undead's eyes stopped, and it stared straight ahead into the street.

A tall, thin male figure appeared, dressed in tattered and peculiar clothing, holding a long knife, and appearing calm and composed.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

Click click click~

Several skeletons let out excited sneers, not caring what happened, as they sensed a powerful soul aura emanating from the man.

Kill him! Eat him!

Just as the skeleton was about to act, a cold light flashed from its back, piercing its skull, and the blade burst into flames, instantly incinerating the skeleton's body.

The remaining two skeletal spirits that charged towards Amakusa Shiro Tokisada were also instantly cleaved in two by the longsword.

Wow~

White bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The gap in rank between the undead and Servants is still too large.

Fuma Kotaro muttered to himself, "These undead are endless. Every time I clear them out, they reappear the next day, and ordinary physical attacks can't cause any fatal damage."

After the skull turned to ashes, wispy mist detached from the ashes and merged into the bodies of Fuuma Kotaro and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sheathed his longsword and walked towards him, asking, "How was it?"

Fuma Kotaro shook his head: "My spirit origin hasn't recovered to its peak yet. I still need to hunt at least twenty more undead."

The two advanced while clearing away the spirits, not daring to be careless.

They had suffered many losses here before, often with undead jumping out from nowhere to ambush them, or simply hiding in the shadows to shoot arrows from the shadows.

"Amakusa, there seems to be something over there." Amakusa Shiro Tokisada saw a ball of white soul fire inside the building through the window and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Soul fire either contains the power of the soul or is something left behind by the deceased in life, and it is of great help to them.

Fuma Kotaro shook his head: "I was here the day before yesterday. That's the [Decoy Skull], a kind of soul remnant that can attract the dead. There are five or six dead hiding in the blind spots of the room. Once you go in, you will be surrounded and attacked."

"I see."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada smiled bitterly: "I can only rely on Lord Fuma's power. This world is full of such traps."

"Lord Amakusa, do not be discouraged. It just happens to be the area where ninjas excel. To fight that Soul Judge, we must rely on your strength," said Fuma Kotaro humbly.

In terms of status, ninjas were merely tools of those in power. Amakusa Shiro Tokisada once led troops in rebellion against the shogunate, and would have been considered a great daimyo in the Sengoku period.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked up at the empty, dark sky, asking, or perhaps talking to himself, "How many times have I challenged that Soul Judge?"

Fourteen times.

The two looked at each other and sighed in silence.

After clearing away the spirits from the entire street, the two returned to a dilapidated sacrificial site on the outskirts of Kusa City, where an inextinguishable flame burned at its center.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sat down in front of the fire, reached out and grasped the hilt of the longsword stuck in the fire, and poured the soul power he had collected from the dead into the sword.

A moment later, a warm feeling surged back into his body, repairing his injuries, replenishing his depleted magic power, and even strengthening his spiritual foundation.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada loosened his grip on the sword hilt, and it was Fuma Kotaro's turn to repeat.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sighed, "What a strange world. There is no cycle of life and death. The soul power we gain from killing the dead makes us stronger. It is thanks to this that we are not in despair."

While strengthening his spirit base with his soul power, Fuuma Kotaro suddenly turned his head, withdrew his right hand, stared into the depths of the thick fog, and drew his short sword.

"The enemy?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada reacted instantly.

"I don't know, but the thick fog is probably coming from the direction it's coming from. Someone has entered this world from the outside."

As his figure gradually became clearer, Hall appeared before the two of them, stepping out of the thick fog.

!! ?

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada suddenly stood up, exclaiming in delight, "Lord Hall!"

Kotaro Fuma also relaxed, and when he looked at Shiro Amakusa, he could see the excitement in each other's eyes. King Gilgamesh had not given up on them, and the person who came was none other than the excellent magician, Howl.

Hall nodded calmly and sat down in front of the campfire: "Lord Amakusa, Lord Fuma, I have already reported your situation to King Gilgamesh."

Hall's calm demeanor surprised the two, leaving them momentarily speechless.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada asked in surprise, "Lord Hall, you knew we were trapped here all along?"

"I found out more than a week ago," Hall replied frankly.

Amakusa Shiro narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement: "It was the right judgment not to make contact with us rashly."

Fuma Kotaro chimed in, "I would have done the same."

The reason is simple: they were once the property of Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, and rash contact might be noticed by her.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is a general, and Fuma Kotaro is a ninja.

If the situation were reversed, they would make the same rational choice.

Of course, this excludes the possibility that Hall orchestrated the conspiracy.

"Lord Hall, you just said you reported our situation to King Gilgamesh, which means you have a way to leave this world?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada asked urgently.

Even Kotaro Fuma's eyes, which were hidden by his bangs, flickered.

After a brief silence, Hall shook his head solemnly: "No, my contact with you is based on my observation of you over the past week. I've confirmed that you are not being monitored by the Goddess of the Underworld, but your souls have definitely been marked. Forcibly taking you away from this world would be detected immediately."

Hall lied without batting an eye. It wasn't that he couldn't let them leave; in fact, they could be more useful if they stayed.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada smiled bitterly: "Is fighting to the death the only option in this world?"

"That's not the case. You have two choices now. It's almost impossible for you to defeat that underworld guardian with your strength. So either wait here for the situation outside to improve, and then King Gilgamesh will send more Servants to support you."

The firelight illuminated Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's complex expression, a mixture of confusion, pain, and determination.

He flatly refused: "Sir Hall, I cannot bear to wait in this predicament. It is precisely because we are facing a desperate situation that we should take the initiative!"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was besieged by the shogunate army and starved to death due to lack of food. All 30,000 people in the city were massacred.

Waiting in despair while in distress is the situation he finds most unbearable.

Fuma Kotaro tacitly accepted Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's statement.

Hall smiled slightly: "I knew you would say that. Actually, I have been investigating this city for some time now. It used to be called Kusa City."

"Kusa City!?"

"How is that possible!" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada exclaimed incredulously, "We've been to Kusa City before, but the architectural style here is completely different!"

"Because Kusa City was corrupted by the underworld and became its entrance, the terrain and buildings changed accordingly. That Soul Judge is the guardian of the underworld entrance," Hall explained.

"Wait, if defeating the Soul Judge doesn't grant freedom, but instead leads to the underworld?"

"That's right, but don't be discouraged. The underworld is ruled by the goddess of the underworld, and there are stories in myths and legends about the dead being resurrected after passing tests."

"To live in the face of death, Your Excellency Hall? Can you help us defeat that Soul Judge?"

Hall spread his hands, saying helplessly, "The moment I make a move, the goddess of the underworld will notice."