novelraw Chapter 733 406: Can't Pay, Not Buying
Chapter 733 406: Can't Pay, Not Buying
Creatures with flesh and blood are a dimensional attack against Netherworld souls and Netherworld armies.
Unless a God descends, Sophia is truly invincible here.
The Netherworld Judge is a fake invincible, Sophia is truly invincible.
Roland maliciously imagined the scene of the Judge being chopped to pieces by Sophia.
Unfortunately, this scene probably won't play out, Sophia may not want to come to the Netherworld. She might continue to massacre stronger Netherworld armies in the Netherworld to hone her combat techniques.
So...how did she manage to come in?
Roland curiously glanced back, just in time to sense a ghostly shadow approaching through the thick fog.
So quickly, is it the Judge?
Without any hesitation, Roland stepped into the entrance, entering the third tier of the Land of Death, the Sea of Annihilation.
The moment he crossed the entrance, a black-as-ink scythe slashed through the air, just hitting the sole of Roland's shoe and cutting away the dirt he had carried from the Netherworld.
The dirt from the Netherworld fell at the entrance to the Sea of Annihilation and fiercely struck the Judge's heart.
In the mist, what was originally a black face turned a mottled green and purple.
The Judge's heart raced, as if witnessing a terrifying scene.
The true purpose of the Netherworld's existence was not to exile criminals, but to separate the Netherworld from the Sea of Annihilation.
"Since you've entered, don't come out!"
The Judge angrily whispered, "No one can leave the Sea of Annihilation, no one!"
His voice carried endless fury, as if only this could vent the dread in his heart.
Just not long ago, he heard there was a living person in the Netherworld, a complete living person.
He thought of that terrifying prophecy.
A person with complete life will eventually disrupt the incomplete Death World.
He was afraid, but more curious.
The Netherworld repels living beings, even Gods from the outside world cannot enter, this is the rule of the universe, inviolable.
So how did that woman manage it?
...
Of course, through death and resurrection.
Sophia quietly wiped the green liquid off the sword blade, her face expressionless.
The Netherworld has native creatures, Nether Spirits.
These Nether Spirits, unlike the soul bodies that fall into the Netherworld, have flesh and blood, albeit green blood.
Sophia pondered for a moment, then pierced her wrist with her fingertip, gazing at the green blood flowing out with slight bewilderment.
She is now unmistakably a Nether Spirit, able to perfectly control the aura of a living person.
Roland was very curious about how she managed to enter the Netherworld alive, but she never said, letting Roland be tormented by curiosity.
Living people naturally cannot enter the Netherworld; this is a fundamental rule of the universe, one that none can defy, including her.
When Roland entered the Netherworld through dreamscape, she simultaneously destroyed her physical body, attaching in energy form to Roland to enter the Netherworld.
After death, when converting to energy form, one cannot retain the soul, which is also a universal rule.
Therefore, at the moment of her death, Sophia injected her soul completely into the black and white gems Roland carried.
Upon entering the Netherworld, she was thoroughly dead.
Upon entering, she immediately reversed the energy back into a physical form.
Due to time constraints, she could only temporarily retain a human form, thus becoming a monster magnet.
After slaughtering numerous Nether Spirits, she finally found a way to transform herself into a Nether Spirit.
"Here, the Nether Spirit form might be more useful."
Sophia silently muttered.
"Roland, you've created countless miracles, can you do it again this time?"
As Sophia murmured, Roland happened to step into the Sea of Annihilation, evading the Judge's killing blow.
The Sea of Annihilation, boundless, unsupported.
This is complete void.
Not the void attributes of magic, nor the concept of nothingness, but truly devoid of anything.
Roland's body floated in the air, without land to stand on.
This feeling of emptiness, unable to grasp anything, was truly awful.
Yet his eyes suddenly emitted a look of delight.
He saw Sif curled up, with lifeless eyes.
She was barefoot, her silky long hair strewn across her shoulders, eyes vacant, as quiet as a corpse.
Roland took a deep breath, using his mind to drive his body and approached Sif.
The gloomy Sea of Annihilation, for the first time, had light. The light of hope blossomed in his heart.
"Sif!"
His shout rang out at his lips, then dissipated.
The Sea of Annihilation has no air, not even dark matter; there's nothing, so sound cannot travel.
When the energy brought in runs out, annihilation will come.
Sitting among a pile of Soul Fragments, Sif seemed to sense something. Her previously hollow gaze gained some vitality, looking towards the moving Roland.
His movements were somewhat clumsy, yet his eyes were extraordinarily gentle.
Sif slowly stood up, tears welled in her eyes, but she couldn't cry out.
Her energy was about to run out, even excitement felt powerless.
Her life flame was about to extinguish, but she was not sad.
Annihilating in her lover's arms was a kind of romance.
The only regret was that Roland would be buried with her.
She couldn't bear to leave Roland to those few women, but she couldn't bear Roland's death even more.
If there was a choice, she'd rather Roland return home safely.
Even if there were no traces of her at home anymore.
Finally, she cried out, her lament soon disappearing at her lips.
"Roland, Roland, you're really here."
Even if they disappear forever, this moment is eternal.
Fingertips touched, their bodies tightly embraced, exchanging consciousness at the touch.
No words were necessary between them, yet they could clearly understand each other's hearts.
Roland unreservedly transferred half of his energy to Sif.
He decided to work with Sif in search of a way out.
If they couldn't find one, they would burn out together, annihilate together.
Sif wasn't theatrically sobbing, nor hysterically venting, she just calmly looked at Roland.
Countless moments flooded her awareness, as if returning to the instant they first met.
That essay competition, that absurd short story "Oh my, the Empress is pregnant, who did it?"
If you're responsible, then take me home.
Sif's gaze grew softer, embracing Roland firmly, unwilling to separate in the slightest.