Sir! Don't close the net!

Left with no other option, Li Yili was forcibly taken from the dungeon by the priest and led along the corridor to the church. He hadn't passed by the church while imprisoned, but this was a rare opportunity. As he passed by, he observed the statues of deities hidden beneath the mask factory. Just like the ones he'd seen before, they were completely neglected.

As for the statues being covered and distorted by all sorts of things, they have become something that has absolutely nothing to do with the gods.

Even so, the priests here still pray to the statue earnestly.

Li Yili grinned. He used to feel disgusted, but now he didn't feel it at all.

Without the priest pushing her, Li Yili quite consciously walked through the church aisle, stepped through the door, passed the potion-making factory, and arrived at the mask-making factory. The sun high overhead made Li Yili unable to help but complain, "You guys really picked a good time."

The priests remained expressionless, and none of them paid any attention to Li Yili, because from this moment on, Li Yili was the King in Yellow, and even speaking to the King in Yellow was a sin.

Li Yili looked up at the sky.

Surprisingly... it didn't feel real, even though his biggest fear used to be being caught by Bishop Azawi and taken to the execution ground.

Because he wasn't really going to die, but was using this execution to escape his old life so he could live a peaceful one.

That doesn't seem to be the case...

"The King in Yellow..."

"The King in Yellow!"

"The King in Yellow!!"

Angry roars, hateful curses, and frenzied cheers—countless emotions intertwined and constantly stimulated Li Yili's brain. Different faces and expressions surged in Li Yili's vision like waves, and the chaotic sounds seemed to want to tear him apart.

Anyone would go insane in such a situation, because the emotions being vented are real.

But Li Yili remained very calm. His world was incredibly peaceful. The sounds of the Instas residents were like the wind, rain, and thunder. He heard them but couldn't understand them, nor could they disturb his mind.

Despite being surrounded and watched by countless people, Li Yili felt an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Standing on the execution platform erected in the city center square, looking at the noose suspended above the wooden beam, Li Yili felt a slight ripple in her heart.

On the other side of the rope was still a sea of ​​dead people, as deep as an abyss.

In order to guide the will of the Instasus in the direction they needed, Bishop Servi began the routine reading of the traces of the Yellow King that had been collected over the past few days.

Li Yili stared intently at the rope loop.

Servi seemed to have said something, and the residents of Instasus seemed incredulous and furious.

It doesn't matter what happens.

Li Yili let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't care at all what blame Servi had placed on him, nor did he care how the residents of Instas reacted to it, just as people never really care how animals kept in cages view them.

Li Yili's genuine indifference increased the pressure on Servi. During the reading of the Yellow King's crimes, he had the illusion several times that a huge being was standing behind him, so much so that he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the silent yellow figure standing in front of the noose. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, as if the person standing there was really a god called the Yellow King.

The emotions stirred up by Selvi among the residents of Instas gradually subsided. Some lowered their heads, not daring to look at Li Yili, while others had a fanatical gleam in their eyes.

"Is that... Minister Li Yili?"

Abu Jean, who was monitoring the square from afar, muttered to himself. The Cloud Clan Executives, who were also watching the young black goats, lowered their binoculars in awe, not daring to continue watching, as if some indescribable behemoth was gathering there.

"That is the King in Yellow."

El's upturned lips couldn't help but widen, and finally he simply covered his face and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"That is the King in Yellow! Because the righteous Bishop Azalea has declared it so, and has listed so much evidence to prove that the King in Yellow exists!"

"What else could that standing there be but the King in Yellow!"

Abu Jean swallowed hard and asked in a trembling voice.

"So what if he's the King in Yellow? Minister Li Yili is about to be executed. He's just an ordinary person."

"Hahaha—Abu, are you a god of faith... a sleeping god, or a god who stands right in front of you and can make the god who grants wishes fall asleep?"

El slowly pulled down his right hand, which was covering his face, and the eye between his fingers slowly opened, its veins crisscrossing.

Everyone present held their breath.

"The King in Yellow..."

It wasn't clear who first whispered a word, but the pressure from the yellow raincoat fluttering in the wind on the execution platform suddenly increased. Hatred turned into fear, and many Instas residents covered their heads and whispered the name of the Yellow King. Meanwhile, those Instas residents who had inexplicable emotions in their hearts from the beginning were ignited and raised their fists.

"The King in Yellow—"

"The King in Yellow!"

Selvi swallowed hard. Out of the corner of his eye, a shadow silently creeping up from behind him made him instinctively jump to the side, looking over with a horrified expression.

The sun was blocked by the yellow figure, and golden rays flowed along the outer edge of the fluttering raincoat. Lines seemed to writhe on the white mask shrouded in shadow.

Chapter 173 Getting Lost to One's Heart's Content

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Selvi cursed inwardly, trying to drive away the fear that was growing in his heart.

The King in Yellow doesn't exist! He's just a fictional character!

Serbia produced an extremely terrible

He felt as if he were shrinking, while the shadow known as the King in Yellow grew enormous under the nurturing of the increasingly strange Instasus inhabitants.

Selvi glanced at the other priests, even those like Balan who had participated in fabricating the King in Yellow, who were all pale and trembling, as if the King in Yellow truly existed and stood on the execution platform, indifferent to their foolish attempt to execute a god.

Selvi bit his tongue hard, using the pain to forcefully recover from the absurd horror. If the residents of Instas were allowed to continue, they would probably swarm and destroy their execution platform in a little while.

Servi made a gesture to Balan by putting his right hand behind his back.

Balan was taken aback at first, but quickly realized what was happening and quietly slipped out under the cover of the other priests.

Selvi exhaled, turned around, opened his arms, and shouted.

"Everyone—do not forget! This is the King in Yellow! The mortal enemy of the gods who call upon you!"

"Now is the time to show your faith to your gods!"

As soon as Servi finished speaking, a huge sound came from the direction of the Sea of ​​the Dead. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look. On the sea wall of the Sea of ​​the Dead, which was as deep as an abyss, a huge orange-yellow eye opened and looked down at the entire Instas. The oppressive force of the huge existence made all the residents of Instas fall silent in an instant.

Dagon, a subordinate god of the god who sleeps on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Under the dual pressure of coercion and inducement, public opinion will quickly shift back.

Just as Servi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that everything was under control, the Mercury Queen crashed into the sea wall of the Dead Sea, creating huge ripples.

"What... isn't that the Pirate Empress?"

Dagon, who was baring his teeth and claws at the sea wall, lowered his head and sneered at the Mercury Queen.

“Ugh—that’s really tasteless,” Jones muttered, twisting his neck from side to side. “If you want to scare the residents of Instasus, why don’t you just barge in—”

Jones paused, looked Dagon up and down, and then sneered.

"Believe me, you look scary right now."

"Shut up--"

Dagon suddenly opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, and his limbs, intertwined in a semi-transparent lower body beneath his ferocious and terrifying upper body, began to twist wildly.

"I am the god of this ocean! They are not worthy to see my full form!"

“It’s because you’ll become incompetent once you’re on the ground,” Jones mocked mercilessly. “Looking like this, you’re only fit to stay here.”

"Shut up--"

Dagon suddenly reached out towards the Mercury Queen, its ferocious claws sweeping towards the Mercury Queen's surging vortex before even touching it, intending to crush it.

"what……"

The shimmering strands of hair spread out silently along with the flowing water.

Dagon swung his right arm down, but no more water was stirred up. Dark blood gushed out, and countless pieces of flesh floated out with the deep-sea currents.

"What is this...?"

Heidi shook the empty bottle in her hand and casually tossed it behind her.

"Get in the way, go to hell."

The enormous orange-yellow eyes split in two, and the massive body, seemingly integrated with the ocean itself, gradually disintegrated. The deep darkness began to tremble, and a huge vortex composed of various ferocious deep-sea fish swept upwards. Dagon's disintegrated upper body quickly disappeared in the vortex, while the translucent, snake-like half-body shattered. The tangled limbs scattered, and one after another, deformed humanoid figures were swept away, struggling in the deep sea. The fish, as if they couldn't see the people, scattered in all directions.

"Hmph—not even worthy of being bait."

Jones glanced indifferently at the people who were gradually swallowed by the deep sea, then turned to look at Heidi with her hands raised above her head.

"Boss! Where do we go next?!"

Heidi tilted her head slightly, "A truly free place..."

“Hey…where is that?” Jones’s face fell. “Seriously, we’re totally lost.”

"Not always."

Heidi pulled an old piece of sharkskin from her pocket, played with it for a moment, and then tossed it behind her.

"Only by getting lost can we find places that don't exist. Let us..."

"Get lost as much as you want."

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"What...what happened...?"

Servi stared in disbelief at the now-calm seawall of the Dead Sea.

The enormous eye appeared and disappeared in the ripples like an illusion.

"what--"

Servi suddenly realized what was happening and immediately looked at the residents of Instas who were stunned by Dagon. Just as he had feared, the residents of Instas' eyes had changed. At least half of the residents of Instas were staring at Li Yili, or rather, the King in Yellow, standing on the execution platform with incredibly fanatical eyes.

Clearly, in the eyes of these Instasus residents, Dagon had been frightened away by the King in Yellow.

Damn it—I didn't want it to be like this—

Selvi gritted his teeth and shouted, "Everyone! As long as the King in Yellow is still in this world, the mask and potion will gradually lose their effectiveness! That's alright!"

Even the Instas residents, whose eyes had been burning with fanaticism, hesitated. The masks and potions had become an integral part of their lives; they couldn't live without them—the masks and potions that allowed them to become anyone.

Tools and medicine, they are nothing.

Regardless of whether the King in Yellow will cause their masks and potions to become ineffective, since the bishop of the Asawi has spoken, they really will become ineffective.

Those who had experienced the life of the capitalists under the patronage of Bishop Azawi, mingling in the crowd, were terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and raising their right hands, shouting, "Down with the Yellow King!"