Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1118 - 865: Rectifying the Order of the Dead Realm

Chapter 1118: Chapter 865: Rectifying the Order of the Dead Realm

Wei Shiyue walked towards the bank of the Styx River.

The ghosts turned their heads to look at her, surprised to see Wei Shiyue in such a place, and alive.

"Wei Shiyue!"

"Miss Wei Shiyue!"

"Are you dead? Don’t let it happen!"

"Don’t die! If someone must die, let it be me!"

"Miss Wei Shiyue is the best!"

"Holding a concert in the Afterlife World? Such a fan favorite!"

"I’m dead and can still see Wei Shiyue!"

"Everyone, come quick, it’s Wei Shiyue!" The ghosts were excited to see Wei Shiyue there.

Originally, they were supposed to walk along the bank of the Styx River to attend to some processes and sorting, but because Wei Shiyue went to the riverbank, the ghosts stopped and began discussing about Wei Shiyue.

"Were you a fan of Wei Shiyue when alive?"

"I was still listening to Wei Shiyue’s old songs hours before I died~"

"Had I known seeing Miss Wei Shiyue when dead was possible, I’d have died sooner."

"What? You don’t know Wei Shiyue? She’s a big star!"

"Come quick! Come quick! Wei Shiyue is here!" The ghosts felt surrounding Wei Shiyue was more interesting than their painful journey.

Wei Shiyue was pleased with the ghosts’ reactions; many freshly deceased ghosts were forlorn due to sudden death but now they were happy.

The ghosts ahead on the journey sensed no new ghosts following, looked back, and then turned around to join the gathering, ceasing their forward march.

The death birds in the sky noticed all this, instantly feeling restless and angry, as escorting new ghosts was their job.

They shrieked and swung their large scythes, slashing down at the ghosts below with waves of ghostly blue flames.

"Ah!"

"So painful!"

"I’m already dead and must die again..."

The flames scorched the ghosts into soul fragments, which the death birds absorbed as nourishment for their growth.

"Don’t harm them!" Wei Shiyue transformed into a White Dragon, flapping her wings and charging at the death birds.

"Oh oh!"

"Miss Wei Shiyue!"

"You must defeat them!"

"Invincible Wei Shiyue, sweet and sticky Wei Shiyue!" The ghost fans waved their already ethereal arms as if they were powerful glow sticks and support signs.

"Let me assist you!" Yao Guang swiftly collided with a death bird, "Have you ever been kicked by light?"

"Caw!" The death bird was kicked by Yao Guang, its entire body swiftly kicked full of holes, falling to the rocky ground.

The ghosts were immensely thrilled seeing the formerly fierce death bird now fallen to the ground.

"Finish it off!"

"It devoured many people!"

"Beat it!" The ghosts felt free, already being dead with no weaknesses, and they surged forward to beat the death bird.

"Caw, caw—!" The death bird, once so arrogant, now had half its body exploded by Yao Guang, unable to resist as the ghosts tore and bit it into hundreds of pieces!

Seven to eight additional death birds flew in to reinforce, aiming to uphold death order and maintain basic stability in the Afterlife World. They were large crow-like beings, but instead of bird heads, they had fearsome giant skeletal human heads, appearing terrifying.

"Die!" Wei Shiyue opened her dragon mouth, spewing pale dragon fire, maniacally scorching these death birds.

The flock scattered in panic, fleeing as their feathers caught Moonfire, resulting in unending entanglement that would surely incinerate these death birds.

The death birds, finding Wei Shiyue so fierce, dared not to face the scorching Moonfire, and fled in disgrace.

"Well done!"

"The monster birds retreated!"

"No need to keep walking! Everyone, stop!" The ghosts halted their steps, joyfully standing on the banks of the Styx River, waving to Wei Shiyue in the sky.

Having defeated the vile escort birds, these weary ghosts could finally rest for a bit!

Wei Shiyue hovered in the air, satisfied, feeling the thick aura of death coming from all directions—here was indeed the place for her as a half-dead dragon to thrive.

Soon after, the embarrassed death birds gathered around an especially powerful death bird returning, seeming like it was their true leader.

Wei Shiyue slightly retreated, distancing, sensing strong waves of power from the opponent.

"That’s the death bird overlord Malak. These death birds are all followers of Pomorty, spreading death and fear in the human world..." Farosa, well-read in ancient texts, roughly knew what it was.

Malak, the King of Death Birds, was a completely deformed creature, with needle-like sharp feathers, a steel-like giant beak, and wingtips burning with ghostly blue flames.

It let out a loud roar, causing many ghosts to scream and vanish, absorbed by Malak, satisfying its hunger.

Some spirits attempted to resist, but their power paled in comparison even to ordinary death birds, let alone Malak, the Death Bird King!

Malak slaughtered the ghosts, holding a giant scythe, flapping its wings hovering in the air.

Wei Shiyue felt incapable alone, thus landed on the ground, standing with other teammates.

"Caw—" Malak emitted a raspy and profound roar, "Ignorant and weak, thinking you can run wild in the Afterlife World. Little do you know, you are just a bunch of souls embodying pain and fear in my eyes!"

"You’re just Pomorty’s lapdog." Farosa said with a smile.

"When discussing Lord Pomorty, King of the Nether Land, you must show respect!" Malak roared, his voice shaking the ground, shattering weaker souls while other death birds greedily rushed to collect souls.