HBWnovel Chapter 352: 349, Du Wei calls GG
Chapter 352: 349, Du Wei calls GG
Chapter 352: 349, Du Wei calls GG
“I should be dead.”
Du Wei stood on the street, amidst a desolate atmosphere that became very oppressive and absurd.
Above him, the nun’s hideous face grew increasingly larger.
Meaning, it was getting closer to him.
Before long, the nun would confront him face to face and kill him.
After reciting the true name, the nun had established a very close connection with him.
...
There was no refusing, no changing it.
In other words, Du Wei was on a path with no return.
Since ancient times, the true name of demons has been a half-truth, half-lie.
The more one obsessed over the true name, the more they saw, until finally the true name was solidified, and its existence acknowledged.
“In a sense, the moment I first encountered the curse and saw those letters, I was already trapped.”
“All struggling and resistance, in fact, were meaningless.”
“Death is absolute.”
“No wonder the records in the church state that no one can survive under the curse.”
Du Wei watched the nun’s approaching face, calmly meeting its gaze, and even though he was about to be killed, there was not a hint of panic or confusion.
Just like Du Wei had once said.
In the face of death, one should offer the calm it deserves.
The next second.
The nun’s ugly, fierce face tilted down from the sky, like a waterfall, stirring up tremendous wind and waves.
The rain poured.
Du Wei was drenched, his body barely able to remain steady, and he frowned, eventually sitting down on the ground, silently watching the nun make her move against him.
Then, he saw the nun open her bloodied maw, teeth sharp and fierce like those of a beast, black liquid flowing down from the corner of her mouth, and when it dropped to the ground, it corroded the surface like acid, forming pits and grooves.
“I’ve suddenly realized something.”
“The true name Valak, in fact, was given by me.”@@@@
Strangely, Du Wei touched the mask on his face, and let out a low chuckle.
He laughed unrestrainedly.
And with that laughter, he was devoured by the nun, the light vanished, consciousness sank...
Simply put, “he died”.
The whole process was smooth, without the slightest struggle, not even a thought of resistance.
It was a little too easy.
...
At this moment.
Outside the dream, New York City was also suffering a downpour.
It made everyone hear its voice, see its power.
Of course, “gods” should be above all.
Hence, aside from Hannibal, everyone could only see its pair of icy, tranquil eyes.
No one dared to meet its gaze.
“With me here, that body is surely going to be yours,”
Hannibal said this to himself with great confidence.
The Veda Sect had always been at a disadvantage in their confrontations with Du Wei before because of asymmetric information.
Hannibal knew Du Wei far too well, aware of many of his tactics, and also of his apparent ability to control evil spirits.
But none of these mattered to Hannibal.
For he was the nemesis of evil spirits.
...
It was a long night.
The Veda Sect was en route to New York, yet Hannibal had different intentions from theirs.
The cultists had been deceived by lies, wanting their god, “Evil Spirit Du Wei,” to descend into reality, to leap out from the mirror.
But Hannibal was playing with fire; he simply wished to add another of his kind to this world.
He thought that would be quite interesting.
Evil Spirit Du Wei thought so too.
Therefore, in the Dusk Bell Church Headquarters in Switzerland, in James’s room, a scene unfolded that made one’s scalp tingle.
“Please, let me go.”
“Pain... torment...”
“I’m going mad; who are you really?”
“Answer me, what do you truly want me to do!”
James was kneeling on the bathroom floor, propping himself up with the only hand he had left, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face pale as paper, devoid of any color.
On the floor, the sweat had converged into a small puddle.
In front of him on the washbasin hung a mirror.
The mirror reflected his current disheveled and painful state, but what drew the eye were those eyes—cold, calm, devoid of any emotion.
“Huff... those aren’t my eyes,”
James stared at himself in the mirror, fixing his gaze on those eyes, his expression one of pain and ferocity.
He ground his teeth and roared, “Stop tormenting me! Tell me what you want me to do, I will do it.”
Every night, he was tormented to the brink of mental collapse.
Initially, it happened in dreams, but now it had crossed over into reality.
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