Chapter 362: Sixteen Celestial Gods Appear
Two elevators descended simultaneously, each filled with dozens of evil spirits that quickly surrounded Allen and his group.
Everywhere they looked, the scene was filled with eerie and terrifying spirits. Kevin instinctively clutched Allen's arm.
"Anna, you're back."
A voice rang out, making the Ghost Bride instantly tense up.
The evil spirits parted to create a path, through which a ghost dressed in blood-red robes slowly approached.
His eyes were bloodthirsty and seductive, paired with a pale and austere face that resembled the aristocratic vampires in TV dramas.
"Nordin? You've become a vengeful spirit?" the Ghost Bride asked in disbelief.
Back when she escaped from Ghost City, he had only been an ordinary evil spirit—nowhere near reaching the level of a vengeful spirit.
"Anna, are you willing to stay by my side now?"
Nordin smiled confidently. "I'm now one of the overlords of Ghost City—not the nobody I once was."
"Forget it."
The Ghost Bride stepped behind Allen and said resolutely, "I already have someone I love."
As soon as she said this, Nordin's expression twisted with rage and disbelief. "You're in love with that useless pretty boy?"
Indeed, in the eyes of a vengeful spirit, Allen was a worthless human without even a hint of resentment aura—yet he had snatched away the female ghost he desired. It was an unbearable humiliation.
"Wow, thanks for the compliment," Allen said shyly.
"I wasn't complimenting you."
"Isn't 'pretty boy' a compliment?" Allen asked, puzzled. To him, that term sounded like flattery.
"…"
Nordin let out a furious laugh. "You can't even tell praise from insult. Truly pathetic."
Hmm…
That, Allen understood.
He was fine admitting he had mental issues—even proudly said he was a lunatic—but being called stupid was unacceptable.
"Boys, grab your gear."
With one command—
The thirteen true gods drew their weapons.
"Get him! That poser is just wearing colored contacts."
"It's the 21st century and he's still doing emo cosplay. As class rep for quantum physics, I'm gonna hit him with science."
"Kid, enjoy my Triangular Strike of Stability."
"…"
In a frontal clash, they beat down the surrounding spirits.
The Heavenly Emperor and two Heavenly Lords had already locked onto Nordin.
"I'll reduce you all to bloo—"
Smash!
A wine bottle struck his head mid-sentence, interrupting him as blood mist splashed.
"Blood what?"
Stab!
The Geometric Celestial Venerable, wielding two triangular rulers, drove them into Nordin's eye sockets.
The entire scene was violent and gory.
"My eyes—!"
Smash!
Nordin barely had time to scream before another bottle flew at him.
"Take this!"
The Mad Heavenly Emperor leapt into the air, delivered a spinning kick, then grabbed Nordin by the hair and slammed his head into the ground with repeated thuds.
The surrounding evil spirits wanted to rescue their leader, but they were powerless—ten other true gods were holding them back with relentless beatings.
"Don't kill him!"
Allen rushed to stop the Mad Heavenly Emperor's ruthless assault. If Nordin was killed on the spot, it'd make dealing with the rest of the spirits a pain.
Now dragged before Allen and covered in blood, Nordin had lost all his prior arrogance in less than a minute.
"Am I smart or what?" Allen asked proudly.
The very fact he asked such a question showed he wasn't.
But the situation forced Nordin to cooperate, so he wisely replied, "Very smart."
"Very good," Allen said, flipping his hair with swagger. "Don't say I never gave you a chance. I'll give you time—go gather your spirits and come get your revenge."
"…"
Not just Nordin, but all the surrounding spirits were left utterly confused.
Why?!
They had just secured a complete victory. Why let him go? Why break common sense like this?
"Are you serious?" Nordin asked hesitantly.
"24-karat real diamond."
"…"
He didn't fully understand what that meant, but he got the gist.
So they let Nordin go, and he unleashed his power to summon his followers.
Under heavy protection from his subordinates, Nordin's body emitted a red mist that burrowed out of the underground parking lot and rose to the top of a landmark building.
At the same time, evil spirits across the entire area sensed the call.
This was Nordin's summoning signal—no matter what they were doing, they had to drop it and rush over. Those who failed to respond would face punishment later.
Of course, evil spirits rarely had duties they couldn't abandon—mainly just overseeing the dead and keeping them from wandering off.
At that moment, Nordin's wounds began to heal, absorbing resentment from his subordinates' auras.
That said, in the eyes of a vengeful spirit, resentment was cheap. With such a massive territory full of restless souls, he had a steady supply to feed on and grow stronger.
"Your biggest mistake was being too arrogant."
The skies cleared, and the rain stopped. Nordin felt unstoppable again.
Hundreds of spirits would arrive shortly. He didn't believe Allen's group could hold out.
The Geometric Celestial Venerable raised his triangle ruler and stabbed forward threateningly. "Want me to blind your other eye?"
Nordin immediately shut his mouth, his face turning grim.
He truly feared that this lunatic would come at him again and gouge out his other eye.
"Boss, we're here!"
The first wave of evil spirits arrived, soon followed by more and more groups gathering in the underground lot.
It felt like a full-blown criminal assembly.
Within moments, hundreds of evil spirits surrounded Nordin.
Fights among spirits were common in Ghost City—vengeful spirits typically played a leading role in these conflicts.
But today, their once-fearsome leader stood silently at the center, completely unlike his usual dominant self. That alone silenced the mob.
"Heavenly Court marches—no blade of grass left alive!"
Instead, it was Allen who raised his arm and gave the battle cry. The thirteen true gods charged into the mob.
This time, they showed no mercy—every strike was a killing blow.
One wisp after another of spiritual energy was absorbed by the Touch of Spirit Devouring.
The multicolored essence flowed into the Temple of the Gods—enough to give birth to more true gods.
"Insomniac Celestial Venerable, take your place!"
"Infertility Celestial Venerable, take your place!"
"Two-Packs-a-Day Celestial Venerable, take your place!"
"Dribbling Urine Celestial Venerable, take your place!"
"…"
Allen's naming sense was utterly absurd—thus were born sixteen ridiculously named Celestial Venerables, now awaiting summoning in the temple.
Divine light beamed down.
Sixteen Star God true deities descended.
"Brothers, let's crush them!"
"Yes, boss!"
At the command, the Celestial Venerables turned their fierce gazes upon the enemy.
"Key attack!"
The Insomniac Celestial Venerable formed a hand seal, summoning a black keyboard from his back. It flew toward an evil spirit and unleashed a barrage.
Clack clack clack…
The keyboard pounded its face, imprinting English letters all over it. The spirit staggered, dizzy and disoriented.
"Who here has infertility problems and needs a shot?!"
The Infertility Celestial Venerable was even more brutal. He whipped out a syringe as thick as an arm, over a meter long. With precision, he stabbed an evil spirit and slammed down the plunger.
Boom!
The spirit never dreamed it would get injected so hard it exploded on the spot.
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