Douluo Continent: God Descends

Chapter 33: Mop Covered in Poop, Whoever Touches It Dies

"Bang!"

Just then, a muffled thud suddenly came from the field.

Lu Xingchen looked up and saw that the Spirit Master was gradually losing ground under the siege of the skeleton soldiers. His rock armor was covered with cracks, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured.

Cocolia's soul gun had also run out of energy, and she was wielding a soul dagger, desperately protecting the children, her body bearing many wounds.

The Grim Reaper stood aside with a cruel smile on his face, watching everything as if it were a show. Every now and then, he would strike, using death energy to inflict a few wounds on the Spirit Master and Cocolia, enjoying the sight of them struggling in despair.

"We can't wait any longer."

Lu Xingchen's heart tightened. His gaze swept over "0-01" and then looked at the Gemini behind him. His eyes gradually became firm.

He took a deep breath, gripped the "0-01 Writer's Pen" tightly, and began to write in his notebook:

Lu Xingchen will fight and defeat the Grim Reaper. He may suffer some minor injuries, but they will not have a significant impact.

In just over twenty words, only the result was written without describing the process, but he could feel his mental energy rapidly draining away. In a short moment, more than two-thirds of his mental energy was lost.

Lu Xingchen sensed this, but he was not flustered at all, because he understood that since mental energy could be consumed, it meant that '0-01' was capable of achieving this result.

"Killing the messenger of the god" is unrealistic, so he deliberately changed the result to "winning".

"I've already written the result for '0-01,' now it's up to you to fill in the process. Don't disappoint me."

Lu Xingchen picked up a red mop, already having a plan in mind. He had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation; the only thing he could rely on was the sealed artifact.

Fortunately, he has accumulated quite a few useful items in the Chaos Sea over the past six months. If he can use them flexibly, he is not without a chance of winning.

Lu Xingchen took a deep breath, and his left hand suddenly shone with a dazzling light. A rhombus-shaped gemstone martial soul floated in his palm, and a condensed yellow hundred-year soul ring rose from his feet, the halo of the soul ring spreading out the instant.

"First Soul Skill: Restriction Domain!"

Holy light erupted from him like a tidal wave, golden particles of light leaping in the air and spreading outwards.

The temperature in the Awakening Room seemed to rise a few degrees, and the skeletons that had gathered around suddenly slowed down the moment the holy light touched the bone armor.

"Click, click—"

The sound of bones grinding together became intermittent, and the ghostly blue flames flickering in the skeleton soldiers' eyes swayed violently. For undead creatures, elements such as light, lightning, and fire are natural enemies.

Although Lu Xingchen's first soul skill has no offensive power, his Holy Light Cross is a soul spirit with holy light attributes, so once the Binding Domain is used, it will more or less be accompanied by some holy light attributes.

Unfortunately, the holy light was too weak. Although it slowed down the skeletons, it didn't actually hurt them; it only slowed them down a bit.

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be a little Soul Master here, and an annoying one at that, with the light attribute."

The Grim Reaper's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he reached out and beckoned. Five or six of the skeletons that had been surrounding him suddenly turned around, their bone blades whistling through the air as they charged straight at Lu Xingchen.

Although their movements were slowed by the holy light, their chilling bone blades still posed a deadly threat.

Lu Xingchen showed no sign of backing down. He gripped the mop tightly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes—the power of the audience pathway sequence seven, "Psychotherapist."

The next second, he growled, "Intimidate!"

An invisible spiritual fluctuation spread out like ripples on water, instantly enveloping the skeleton soldiers in front of him and the Grim Reaper in the distance.

This was not a soul force impact, but a pure mental pressure, based on Lu Xingchen's extraordinary mental strength, weaving a dream world that could shake one's mind.

"Whoosh—"

The skeletons were the first to be affected.

The ghostly blue flames in their eyes suddenly dimmed, their forward momentum abruptly halted, and the bone knives they had been holding high clattered to the ground. Their skeletal bodies trembled violently, as if they were afraid of something.

The Grim Reaper's reaction was several times more intense than that of the skeleton soldiers. In his vision, the boy who had been standing in the holy light suddenly disappeared, replaced by a colossal dragon that blotted out the sky.

The dragon coiled beneath the dome of the Awakening Chamber, its crimson vertical pupils coldly gazing down at him. Its deep roar made his eardrums buzz, and the oppressive aura emanating from the depths of his blood made every bone in his body tremble.

"Is this... real?"

The Grim Reaper's mind went blank for a moment, and the mocking smile on his lips froze on his face. He subconsciously took a step back, unable to distinguish whether the dragon before him was an illusion or reality.

The oppressive feeling of looking down on ants was so real that it instilled an indescribable fear in this Soul King-level undead powerhouse.

"Now!"

Lu Xingchen's heart tightened. He knew that the effect of "deterrence" wouldn't last long, and although the Death Messenger's mental strength was not as strong as his, it wouldn't be completely defeated.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other side was distracted, he suddenly ducked down and squeezed between the two standing skeletons. He gripped the red mop tightly in his hand and ran wildly toward the center of the awakening room.

The awakening room was not a large space to begin with, and in just a few breaths, Lu Xingchen rushed to the Grim Reaper's side.

Seeing the other person still looking dazed, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He raised the red mop high and stabbed it hard at the pale face, adding, "Eat shit!"

"What?!"

Just then, the Grim Reaper's consciousness returned, and upon opening his eyes, he saw a red mass rushing towards his face.

His instinctive wariness made him want to dodge to the side, but the moment his eyes fell on the mop, a strange voice suddenly rang in his mind, as if something was urging him: "Don't dodge, come closer and let it touch your face."

The impulse came unexpectedly, as if it were an instinct originating from the soul.

The Grim Reaper's body froze uncontrollably, his raised arm hanging in mid-air. Instead, he subconsciously tilted his head back slightly, turning his face toward the red mop.

"puff--"

With a dull thud, the mop landed squarely on the face of the Grim Reaper.

Lu Xingchen even put in extra effort, twisting his wrist to rub the rough mop against the other person's face, ensuring that every inch of skin was in "intimate contact" with the mop.

This is the ability of "3-015 Eye-Catching Mop" - as long as you point the mop at the enemy's face, you can trigger a mental influence, causing targets below the Spirit Sea Realm to abandon their defenses and actively bring their faces closer.

The Death Messenger was merely a Soul King, and his spiritual power was naturally below the Spirit Sea Realm, so he was perfectly caught off guard.

"Ugh—"

An indescribable stench entered my mind through my nasal cavity, as if countless rotten filth were churning in my throat.

The Grim Reaper snapped back to reality. A violent wave of nausea instantly brought him to his senses. He slapped the mop off his face, covered his nose with both hands, and stumbled back several steps.

But as soon as I raised my hand, my fingertips touched a sticky, slippery texture.

The messenger of death looked down and saw a large patch of yellowish-brown paste on his pale palm. The nauseating stench was coming from this substance.

"This is... shit?!"