Shawn was truly full this ti, even to the point of feeling a bit stuffed.
This Divine Kingdom battle had intensity comparable to the Abyssal Blood War. Because of the convergence of the Law of Death, the surviving creatures absorbed a portion of the soul energy. Shawn didn’t need to handle the subsequent work of transformation by the Netherworld, as Lady Hecate dared to go all out, certainly having made complete preparations.
But Shawn needed to clean up the ss in the Realm of Reality.
Before leaving these two gradually rging Divine Kingdoms, Shawn saw countless souls flowing downstream within the Nether River. They were entirely imrsed in the river’s water, the corrosive water eroding their bodies, washing away the mories of their past lives bit by bit, with only bewildered heads floating on the river’s surface, most of their bodies subrged. So souls even drowned directly, turning into wandering water ghosts within the Nether River.
"The Nether River has begun operating!"
Shawn seed to sense sothing, seeing a Death Angel descend from the sky, the beautiful face vaguely familiar, resembling one of the Banshees from the Maze Library.
The Banshee slightly bowed her head toward Shawn. Then, she gathered her grayish Angel’s Wings. Within the drifting gray fog, a bizarre Nether River Ferry crafted from countless skeletal souls appeared. The Banshee entered the Nether River barefoot, allowing the filthy, corrosive energy to begin eroding her body.
She remained silent, enduring the burning of her soul and pain, gradually forgetting the mories of her past life. Finally, she pushed the Nether River Ferry made of countless bones into the wide river channel. As she climbed out from the Nether River, her form was covered in a layer of gray Negative Energy Force Field, the mottled, faded Angel’s Wings slowly disintegrating, transforming into dirty sludge that flowed onto the deck. In the instant she reached out to grasp the ferry’s helm, her soul rged with the Nether River Ferry.
——Nether River Ferryman.
A Death Angel had thus perished, and a new Nether River Ferryman appeared in this realm.
"Sacrifice must be made."
Shawn thought of his teacher’s words, bowing his head in silent respect toward the Banshee who bonded her soul with the Nether River.
Her soul had already been washed by the Nether River, with few mories of her past life remaining, no longer responding.
This Death Banshee stood on the Nether River Ferry, with a black robe ford from gathered gray mist hovering over her, only revealing a pair of pale hands. Her entire face was hidden within shadows, the exposed skin bearing marks of erosion from the Nether River. Her eyes burned with dim Soul Fire, gazing into the distance, silently fishing out the humble souls drifting with the current in the polluted river.
One by one, the humble souls were fished out like ghosts, piling up in the corner of the Nether River Ferry.
She steered the Nether River Ferry downstream, the bone-constructed ferry leaping over the large waterfall, entering the Lake of Oblivion. Finally, this newly appointed Nether River Ferryman glanced back at the far distance and disappeared into a teleportation vortex opened by the Nether River.
A few minutes later, yet another Nether River Ferry erged. The Ferryman standing on the deck remained silent, his stripped Angel’s Wings exposing mottled bloodstains, with an avalanche of souls weighing the cabin down.
This batch of Nether River Ferryn was almost entirely composed of automatically transford Death Angels.
They were at least of High Tier Transcendent level, with so even being Legendary Level. After death, they transford into Prayerers of the Divine Kingdom and now beca Nether River Ferryn, destined to shuttle across the Lower Plane, transporting innurable souls back and forth between the Realm of Death.
"Teacher’s Otherworld Divine Attendants are almost exhausted."
Lady Hecate nearly single-handedly supported the operation of the entire Nether River, aning that the followers she accumulated over hundreds of years mostly beca the Ferryn of the Nether River.
No one knew what Lady Hecate planned next, but even if she fell from the rank of Demigod, no one dared to underestimate her existence.
Within the drifting mist of the Nether River.
Shawn’s figure suddenly paused. He saw a familiar figure standing beside the large waterfall, who smiled at him and then pushed a small Nether River Ferry into the Lake of Oblivion.
This was obviously neither an Otherworld Divine Envoy nor a Death Angel, rely the soul of an ordinary Transcendent.
——Hank Brand.
Shawn recognized his face, the signature big beard. He hadn’t expected to encounter his old friend here.
Unlike the other Nether River Ferryn, Hank Brand’s small ferry bore a faint light, like a beam of light in the darkness illuminating the murky Nether River. He was too weak, unlike the powerful Death Angels; he could only ferry souls near the Lake of Oblivion.
As the polluted Nether River water soaked his body, before washing away the mories of his past life, Hank Brand raised his head, laughing as he waved goodbye to Shawn, his iconic big beard gradually obscured by the black cloak.
He didn’t fall into the Spirit Realm, slowly losing himself, becoming an empty Shell of the Soul.
Lady Hecate’s Divine Kingdom took him in.
Ultimately, Hank Brand piloted the small Nether River Ferry, disappearing near the large waterfall of the Lake of Oblivion. He had beco part of the Nether River, the Ferryman on this stream of the Nether River.
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