# 755
Chapter 756: The True Divine Authority
As long as he wanted to, he could kill the Plague Disaster at any time—he was already half-dead from Jialan's beating.
But he couldn't do that.
He had to make Plague Disaster create a reagent that could save his son's life first, and only then could he kill him... Reason had to triumph over rage.
Jialan couldn't understand what these two were saying, but that didn't prevent her from continuing to fight. She grabbed Plague Disaster by the neck with one hand and pinned him to the ground, her fair right hand clenched into a fist, raining down a furious barrage of punches on the creature beneath her!
Thud thud thud thud!!!
With each punch from Jialan, the ground beneath Plague Disaster's feet cracked open with grotesque spider-web patterns. The metal bones inside his body were gradually deformed and crushed by the relentless blows, until he was finally like a broken toy, driven firmly into the earth, basically losing all mobility.
BOOM!!
With Jialan's final punch, Plague Disaster's brain rang with a deafening buzz. His eyes rolled back and he immediately passed out.
Seeing this, Jialan slowly retracted her fists, rose from the dust-filled crater, and patted her palms together, wearing an expression of a job well done.
"辛苦了。" The middle-aged man said weakly, his face pale, forcing out a smile at Jialan.
Jialan understood this phrase—she had been tutored in basic Japanese by Wu Xiangnan when they were in Misty Japan. She immediately smiled and replied:
"不客气。"
The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Plague Disaster, who lay unconscious in the crater below. He gripped the bloodstained golden blade and walked toward him slowly and resolutely.
"Can you really do it?" An Qingyu's voice came from behind him.
"Perhaps." The middle-aged man nodded slightly. "When he's conscious, he'll realize he's trapped in the illusion of [Illusory Pupil]. No matter what kind of hallucinations I use to guide him, he won't act according to my wishes. But now that he's been knocked out, his own consciousness has fallen into a dazed state, which makes things easier.
Next, I'll use [Illusory Pupil] to create an extremely realistic illusion for him, letting him follow my guidance step by step to create that reagent... For a professional host, psychological guidance and suggestion aren't difficult at all."
"That sounds like a major undertaking." An Qingyu's gaze swept over the middle-aged man's body, frowning as she asked, "Is your body really capable of sustaining you through creating this entire illusion?"
The middle-aged man walked up to Plague Disaster, blood dripping from the golden blade's edge, falling to the ground and gradually pooling into a bloodstain.
In the pool of blood, the middle-aged man's pale face was reflected.
His lips curved slightly upward.
"Young lady," he said slowly, "don't ever underestimate any father..."
...
Beneath Tokyo Tower.
Among the shattered fragments of the [Pure Land], a figure in a tattered black robe emerged from the flames—Prison Disaster walking out of the burning wreckage. His right arm was already deformed, and nearly a third of his upper body had been sliced away. Black metal bones protruded through his flesh, emitting eerie creaking sounds.
Lin Qiye's full-powered strike with five Magatsu Blades had cleaved through the [Pure Land] along with half of Prison Disaster's body, reducing everything to fragments.
Prison Disaster's left eye's ring of light flickered erratically. His eyes stared at the figure wielding five blades, walking out of the darkness, and a venomous expression appeared on his face.
Lin Qiye's single strike had, in full view of everyone, completely shattered the divine authority!
The [Pure Land] had collapsed. War Disaster and Insect Disaster had both been slain. The only Oracle Envoys left struggling to survive were him and Plague Disaster—but it seemed it would soon be only him alone... This scene was broadcast to every corner of the "Human Enclosure." From now on, the Oracle Envoys could never again lord over all living beings as they once did.
This battle, the Oracle Envoys had been utterly defeated.
"It seems the outcome is decided."
Lin Qiye, draped in his black coat, walked through the dancing flames toward Prison Disaster. His blazing golden eyes looked down at him as he spoke calmly, "The dazzling era of neon lights that your Oracle Envoys created... has ended.
From now on, this 'Human Enclosure' will languish in the eternal night brought by the [Night Watch] until its ultimate demise."
To redeem those hundreds of millions of suffering souls, the country's power supply had been cut by 92%. It could never return to its former appearance as a flourishing modern metropolis. Whenever night fell, darkness would become the dominant theme here.
This was the balance of coexistence between the living and the dead, created by the [Night Watch] squad.
"I admit that the Oracle Envoys have truly lost..." Prison Disaster braced his broken body. In those dead, desolate eyes, a cold and sinister light flickered back to life. "But the divine authority still exists. Do you truly believe that the few of us Oracle Envoys represent the world's divine authority?
Do you truly think that by defeating us, you've gained control of the entire 'Human Enclosure'?"
Lin Qiye's brow furrowed slightly.
"You were right before—we were merely capitalists who seized opportunities and soared to greatness after the Mist descended... At the end of the day, we are also just 'humans.' The reason we conducted those frantic experiments was to break free from the constraints of being 'human' and become a higher form of existence.
Unfortunately, we couldn't ascend to godhood...
But gods... have always existed."
Prison Disaster raised his hand, pointing toward the thundercloud-filled night sky above.
In the night sky, that enormous, terrifying deep-blue beast crouched at the edge of the thunderclouds, howling in fury at the city below!
"That may not be a true deity, but its power has already far exceeded the level that humanity can reach. Here, it is the true messenger of the gods." Prison Disaster spoke coldly, his eyes gradually growing ice-cold.
"When the situation within the 'Human Enclosure' exceeds the final baseline, it will completely lose control and, following the instructions issued by the Takamagahara gods all those years ago, begin to purge everything here.
It is the scavenger of this 'Human Enclosure.'"
Lin Qiye's frown deepened. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Guess what I meant by 'final baseline'?" A smirk appeared at the corner of Prison Disaster's lips. He extended a finger and pointed to his own heart.
"It's the Oracle Envoys.
Once the life signs of all seven Oracle Envoys disappear or lose contact, it will activate scavenger mode and destroy all chaos with divine punishment.
And as the source of chaos, Tokyo will be the target it must eliminate.
In other words, if we die... you, and the tens of millions of people in Tokyo, will all be buried with us!"
Lin Qiye's heart immediately sank.
He raised his head to look at that enormous beast crouching among the thunderclouds, gazing down at the mortal world. A heavy shadow crossed his brow.
He had been wondering earlier—if this Thunder Beast was the enforcer of divine punishment, why had it stood by and watched as the [Pure Land] was destroyed and the Oracle Envoys died?
Even with [Divine Concealment] to shield its presence, it should have sensed something was wrong and come to their aid, right?
Now Lin Qiye understood. It wasn't that the Thunder Beast didn't want to help the Oracle Envoys. In the Thunder Beast's eyes, the Oracle Envoys were merely humans imprisoned within the "Human Enclosure"... like sheepdogs herding the entire pasture. Although they managed the entire farm, at the end of the day, they were all livestock.
A game of struggle between livestock held no interest for it.
Unless all the sheepdogs died and the flock descended into complete chaos would this lazy farm owner personally descend to quell all the sheep.
From the very beginning, the only true representative of divine authority in the "Human Enclosure" had been one...
The mirror spirit of the Eight-span Mirror—the Thunder Beast.