Douluo's full-time soul master

Chapter 171 Interlude: Revendreth's Shadow
"You taught him 'too good.'"

There is a mirror in the master's room in Revendreth, and the master will use it when he wants to interview someone remotely.However, the heads of forces in the Shadow Realm often don't know what they are busy with every day, and they don't contact each other without important things. Although they call each other brothers and sisters, the emotional connection may be so weak that they come from the ordinary world. Every soul will feel strange.Those mortal souls will still choose soul bonds with each other, but the leaders of the shadow world will not entrust themselves to others casually, after all, it is too dangerous.

In the mirror is a big bumpy bald head with a black hole in his chest that cannot be filled. The bald head's complexion has never been good, and he still seems to hold grudges against the other five people who teamed up to throw him into the Maw, even the correspondent in front of him It seems that he has changed his mind and is willing to help him break free from the eternal cage.

This sounded a bit yin and yang, the master curled the end of his smooth long hair with his fingers painted with scarlet nail polish, and smacked his lips, knowing that the former brother on the opposite side and now the prison head is forever bald. Say something.He changed his sitting posture a little, straightened his back and protruded his chest muscles, and replied unhurriedly: "...you didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"Hmph, it's not because of your thin face, I've already thrown him in the depths of the Tower of Sinful Souls and found something for those jailers... For example, I'm not in the mood to take care of your caretaker."

The master knew that this bald and heartless brother was full of resentment, and compared to himself who was always elegant, he was far behind in temperament. However, he did not comment on this, showing a sly smile: "I didn't say anything in particular."

"Huh, I don't know what virtue you have. What you say is quite different from what you think in your heart. It's enough that you didn't want to kill him. You are still waiting for him to give in. Wait until your own creation realizes how foolish it is to rebel against its creator, then it will be overwhelmed by endless frustration, and finally kneel before you with a broken face and admit your mistake, admitting that he will never win, Master of Revendreth Nothing will change."

After the other party finished speaking, the ruler clapped his hands slowly and forcefully, with a smile on his face, and wrote happiness from head to toe: "My heart's voice was clearly played out with such a loud voice, although there is a little A small shame, but it was indescribably enjoyable from the beginning to the end. Yes, this is what I want. The meaning of Revendreth's existence is to let the soul learn to repent and remember those lessons and sins. His failure is of great importance to everyone. A Venthyr is the best teaching model."

The bald man with a gloomy face reveals absolute dominance and suppression in his words, and he sneered at the indulgence of the ruler: "You can make the most favorite creations betray, and you are too rough in doing things."

"I don't want you to accuse me of having a problem with that child's 'education'." The ruler's smile disappeared, and he seemed a little dissatisfied, "Revenders was indeed set up like that at the beginning, Shadow This is the judging body after the arbitrator. I have the final say on whether to sentence for a fixed term or not. He firmly believes that this is the meaning of Revendreth's existence, the meaning I set."

"But he firmly believes that you should be consistent. In the words of ordinary people, it is an elm-headed head." The bald head tilted his neck slightly, as if to show that his head was not numb and stiff because of the life sentence of Chow Yuan, "Those outsiders The soul-transformed Venthyr is justified, your right-hand man who created with one hand and cultivated with the other hand is not as loyal as your sword without a human figure."

Lemonia on the side heard such praise, and stood up straight from the lying state, very energetic.

"You don't understand, raising a child is a little... different from raising a pet. Renathal is different from other Venthyr, I didn't create him just to serve my will, I want him to be mine A 'mirror'-reflects itself, but is different, I want to see a slightly different 'self' through him, I want to see it become an extension of my excellent will, otherwise the vast and infinite time of the shadow world, It's boring to repeat the same job."

The bald head didn't know whether to comment on the opposite party's extreme narcissism or something wrong: "You can create other 'princes', and 'princesses' are also fine."

"I don't want any other 'princess'! I don't need any 'princes' who are rebellious! It's enough for the ruler to have me!" The scarlet batwing sword was jumping in anger, it (she) didn't want any more Venthyr came to share his connection with his master. "I will assist the master to execute all his will! Punish all sinners who dare to disobey the master!"

"Look, my Remonia is not happy." The master spread his hands, expressing "I am very helpless".

"If I were you, I would erase him. Create another obedient one." The bald man changed his tone.

Lemonia originally planned to agree, but it felt the change of the master's will from the inside out, and the master was obviously unhappy, and his nails tapped slowly on the armrest of the chair: "...reflect One of the important reasons why you were thrown into the Devouring Abyss by everyone is because we find you difficult to get along with, even if the military master is willing to call you brother and call you by your first name."

The bald head sneered at this, as if he was about to spit on the ground: "Are you talking about feelings with me? The leaders of various forces in the shadow world who perform their duties don't need that thing, but the feelings of the soldiers are the most among us. It doesn't match the identity of that guy's war ruler. The arbiter doesn't need it because of its justice, the Queen of Winter doesn't need it because of her majesty, the eldest daughter doesn't need it, because the order she created is stable ...You don't need it, it's for the trial. You are willing to throw him into the Maw for life, so why do you care about the difference between existence and obliteration?"

"There is a difference, you won't understand. Feelings are the source of every soul's heart energy. I single-handedly nurtured him to grow, gave him the title of the only prince, and gave him the medal of dominion to show my preference. Until he discovered the truth, he was mine. The most beautiful mirror in my hand, the closest source of heart energy around me, his respect, love, loyalty, and beliefs for me have nourished and fed back into my strength, even the pain of having to betray after discovering the truth It's anima with a wonderful taste."

The bald man's complexion changed again, and for a moment he might have rolled his eyes at the speed of light, to the effect of [Mosaic], how could there be such a perverted creator (old father) in the world.Although he was cruel and cruel, he would not admit how perverted he was.

"The implication is that I should send him back to you."

"No need, Maw Abyss cannot be escaped, and you can't even get out." The ruler laughed at him, and soon, he had a new idea in his mind, and suggested to the bald man opposite the mirror, "Give him a suitable lesson. Like some vision, the right vision, um... bring back his memories, when he was born, when he was growing up, the days when he was loyal to me, dark and beautiful memories, the Revendreth he believed in, the one he believed in I should remain the same. Hold those memories and drown in the river of soul forever."

The Maw is a place of suffering, a place of desolation, any soul who comes here will either be punished forever, or will become the material in the crucible.Renathal couldn't figure out what would boil out of the Warden's cauldron, or if the Styrian flames swimming there meant it was just another fancy punishment.At least he knows that there are more tricks in the tower of Torghast Sin Soul in the distance than those thrown into the crucible and drowned in the River Styx. He thought he would be thrown into the Tower of Sin Soul. In this sense, it may be more serious than the crimes committed by ordinary people in this world.

However, those jailers just locked him alone in a cage on a mound beside the Styx River. The cage can only support him standing upright, and it is impossible for him to sit down and rest. When he is tired, he can only rely on the cold Take a break on the railing.Time has no meaning to the dead world. He seems to have been imprisoned for a long time, and it doesn't seem to be too long. He is the creation of the ruler of the shadow world, Revendreth. He is neither a living creature nor a dead soul. It is said that it is a necessity for the icing on the cake in the life of the nobles, but what really satiates them is the anima.Without his anima, he could feel his body slowly shrinking, his cheeks were getting thinner, his hands were withered, not far from those in the Ash Wilderness who were tortured by the holy light... It will be a matter of time.

The heart energy produced by oneself is no longer enough to consume.When staying in Fort Nathria in the past, the anima received from the closest relatives was the most beautiful gift in the world.

Among the jailors, the magicians will torture him from time to time under the order of the warden to keep him awake, using the method of memory circulation.

Those memories themselves have nothing to do with pain.

The Lord gave him a name, a title of the only royal family, and a medal of dominion said to rule over every land and creature in Revendreth.He knew that the Eternals of the Shadowlands were immortal, that Denathrius' throne would not be shaken, that he would never inherit the throne, and yet, preference is preference, so say the caretakers and accusers—because he Want a mirror.

Will I grow into what he expects?

For a long time, this has been the goal that Reina Sol has worked hard for for a long time - he hopes that he is worthy of the heavy favor and gift, and works hard for the elders he respects, the teachers who guide him, the people close to him. share the heavy work on the land of Revendreth.

That person asked himself what reward he wanted in recognition of his long-standing work.

Reinashor hesitated for a while, looked at Lemonia on the back of the ruler, somewhat embarrassed, and tentatively asked in a negotiating tone, can I have a sword like it?

Of course you can, you deserve it.

The Master graciously agreed, and he forged Volparia for himself.At that time, I was as happy as a child, just like those souls who came to Revendreth talked enthusiastically and excitedly about the long-awaited cats, dogs and flowers that my parents gave me when I was a child.

Those times passed quietly like a gurgling stream, and there were no waves worthy of a big book.

However, in Maw Abyss, the more memories of the past that are almost equated with beauty are played in a loop, when the illusion is gone and one has to face reality, this kind of punishment is the cruelest.Over time, it can drive you crazy.

Renathal once wanted to succumb, and these thoughts flashed in his mind from time to time, as if those penitent souls would plead, if I repent and atone for my sins, I can go to other worlds, or afterlife.However, Maw Abyss is not Revendreth, and the souls that come here, even if they are the creations of the power leaders, cannot escape.He no longer belonged to Revendreth, the land he had served.

It's too late to repent, isn't it, so there's no need to repent.

Renathal didn't think he was at fault, it had nothing to do with arrogance.

If you really want to talk about it, then your only mistake is——

He firmly believes that the order and obligations of Revendreth are eternal and will not be betrayed by any Venthyr, especially the Master.

He thought he was always the same.

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Revendreth is made up of seven districts, each of which is headed by a Reaper—the mighty Venthyr who have maintained order since its founding, encouraging souls to repent of their sins in past lives.Souls who are able to be reborn will face a choice: return to Olympus for another afterlife journey, or stay in Revendreth and become a member of the Venthyr.What about souls that refuse salvation?They will be banished to the Maw.

While some of the Venthyr's codes of conduct are dubious, be careful: violators are often lost forever in this dark land.

The Castle District is home to the most depraved Venthyrs, all of whom serve Emperor Denathrius the Great, so the area is dangerous for souls who would not associate with the Lord.The nobles living inside the castle are the oldest Venthyr, they have won a place under the command of the master, and are managed by the countess, the Harvester of Desire.

When you meet this ruler, be sure to say all his titles: Lord Denathrius, Lord of Revendreth, King of Venthyr, Blood Ancestor, Lord of Stoneborn, Fang of the Shadow Realm .

Ruled by the Dreadhunters, the Dreadreapers, the Forest consists of a hunting ground where the Venthyr can draw pride (a.k.a. anima) from their prey.The process of extraction is simple: give victims a glimmer of hope and freedom, then hunt them down; a rigorous and humbling lesson indeed.

The first stop of the champions of Azeroth in Revendreth is the town of Dark Bay in the village area.Run by the Envious Reapers, this insignificant hamlet is populated by dedicated Mudmen and Venthyrs who day and night long to be among the nobles of the Castle District.The residents under Fort Nathria looked enviously at the castle. They could only work hard under the torment of the waste land of the soul and the dry world, and the depletion of heart energy was eroding the place.

(End of this chapter)