Chapter 1749: Soul Coffin
“Alright, Master,” Giselle quickly returned to my back. All the puppets in front of me stopped moving, and the souls possessing them seemed to quiet down, no longer stirring.
The Tomb Master seemed to realize something was wrong. The Soul Coffin emitted an invisible suction force. I couldn’t feel it, but my soul could feel it like a vortex greedily devouring the surrounding death Qi.
The scattered vengeful spirits were collectively sucked back into the Soul Coffin. The characteristic of the Soul Coffin was that any ghost sealed within it, no matter how far or where it ran, would be re-imprisoned.
Those killed by these ghosts had their souls sealed into the Soul Coffin. Therefore, by placing the Soul Coffin here and letting the ghosts out to kill nearby people, a continuous stream of souls could be obtained in the ancient tomb.
But at this moment, the souls still remaining in the puppets no longer reacted. They no longer obeyed the Soul Coffin’s summons; even with strong suction, they couldn’t be summoned back.
With a wave of her dagger, Giselle made the puppets tremble and move. All the souls now obeyed her command. Although she was not yet completely familiar with these bodies, their unified movements were much better than the previous uncoordinated vengeful spirits.
Giselle’s dagger attack had completely controlled the undead remaining in the puppets, simultaneously freeing them from the Soul Coffin’s restraint. As a believer of the Lord of Murder, her control over the undead was second to none.
At this time, I also discovered a problem with the Tomb Master. It had not officially revealed itself, and its control over the undead was extremely crude. It felt as if it had not fully awakened, or was in a weakened state.
Seeing that it couldn’t retrieve the souls, it seemed to panic. The Soul Coffin opened, and over a dozen skeletons burning with dazzling, eerie blue Underworld flames flew towards me.
This time, it was a serious, all-out attack. The vengeful spirits contained a large amount of unstable magic power. Once they touched a target, their souls would self-detonate, causing a powerful explosion. This was the Soul Coffin’s primary attack method.
Facing the bombardment of vengeful spirits covering a large area, I dared not delay. I raised the Shield of the Twin Eagles, preparing to block it by force. Just then, a warm Holy Light from behind me enveloped me.
“Radiant Curtain,” Older Brother Jayad’s voice came from behind me. A semi-transparent, gauze-like light curtain formed in front of me. This was my brother’s Sacred magic.
When the vengeful spirits burning with Underworld flames hit the Radiant Curtain, they did not explode as I had expected. Instead, they smoothly penetrated the curtain, but the Underworld flames on them were extinguished.
Beyond the curtain was a warm ocean of light. The continuous wails of the vengeful spirits actually stopped. They no longer felt pain and torment, their transparent skull images gradually became complete, and they regained flesh and blood.
I looked at this scene in shock. Was Older Brother Jayad healing souls? He purified the vengeful spirits back into souls and then restored their missing souls to their states before life.
Healing souls was incredibly difficult. I had never heard of anyone being able to do it. Even books spoke vaguely, at most mentioning legends. However, there was no specific record of who could save souls or how they did it.
These vengeful spirits were being exploited as magic power sources in the Soul Coffin and used as materials for Undead Magic. They were already Incomplete, which was why they appeared as skull-only soul bodies with expressions of extreme pain.
But after Older Brother Jayad restored their souls, they all returned to their normal human forms, with smiles on their faces. Then, they dissipated in the light. I could hear their final gratitude to Older Brother Jayad before they vanished.
What I could do at most before was to let these souls go, allowing them to ascend. After that, it was likely that those with faith would have a chance to go to their gods’ Divine Realms, while those without faith would enter the Underworld corresponding to their regions for judgment.
But Older Brother Jayad was different. His services were always comprehensive. The souls he saved were directly sent to Eden or the Pure Land, where they could enjoy eternal peace after death.
However, I didn’t know if any souls would want to go to the thirteen heavens of Aztec, or Hastur’s Carcosa. If there were, Older Brother Jayad should be able to send them there too. But I thought at least in Iberian, there wouldn’t be such people, or very few.
In fact, I could also do something similar, sending souls to the plane of the corresponding gods. But unfortunately, whether it was the Gluttony Demon King, the Lord of Murder, or even at the head of the Demon God Pillars, the King of Destruction, the Divine Realm they pointed to was only one plane: Hell.
So, I could only offer services to Hell. If anyone was tired of living and wanted to go to Hell, they could come to me. I could accurately send them to Hell. I guess no one would want that?
As the Radiant Curtain dispersed, Older Brother Jayad had effortlessly resolved a wave of vengeful spirit attacks. He walked to my side. When I turned my head, the Curse on the Gravedigger had already been purified.
“You’ve worked hard, Parul. Leave the rest to me.” Older Brother Jayad reached out and patted my head, then walked towards the Soul Coffin. He was not fast, but his presence was filled with a sense of pressure.
The Soul Coffin used three different magical attacks against Older Brother Jayad in succession: terrifying curses, the shrieks of vengeful spirits, and the soul-drawing abilities of necromantic magic. However, none of them seemed to have any effect on Older Brother Jayad.
He was immune to all magical attacks and walked directly to the Soul Coffin. The coffin lid, which had been slightly ajar, releasing vengeful spirits and curses, was now tightly shut as Older Brother Jayad approached. A layer of asphalt had even sealed the gap of the coffin lid.
Jayad extended his glowing palm and grasped the handle of the Soul Coffin. A shield lit up on the surface of the Soul Coffin, but Older Brother Jayad penetrated it directly, without using even a second.
He gripped the handle of the Soul Coffin and forcefully lifted the lid. Older Brother Jayad’s strength was immense; even the asphalt sealing the coffin was torn apart, and the coffin lid was lifted by him.
My brother is so brave! The Soul Coffin had only opened a slight crack before, releasing some vengeful spirits to attack. But he, on the other hand, completely removed the entire lid of the Soul Coffin.
Instantly, there were wails of ghosts and cries of the damned. Countless ferocious and incomplete souls rushed out of the Soul Coffin, filling the entire tomb chamber with drifting vengeful spirits.
My head felt like it was about to explode. All I could hear were ghostly wails, and all I could see were countless ferocious ghosts. The location of the Soul Coffin in my Spiritual Sense had become a distorted and bizarre energy field. Even my soul felt like it was about to leave my body.
Bad! I’m going to mutate! I fearfully discovered that exoskeleton-like shells were growing on my skin and then falling off, and my body was undergoing rapid mutations everywhere.
