[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

75: The Sun God 14

Right now the streets were empty. Not only had something extremely strange just happened, Zong Yan was nowhere to be seen.

What did that mean? The answer was clear.

The Little Monarch was good at everything, but sooner or later every investigator came to experience the brutal truth of otherworldly creatures.

But Zong Yan wasn't even an adult. Not just in MU, but throughout the entire occult world, Zong Yan was the youngest of them all.

And they knew Zong Yan was a good child with a kind heart.

The last thing anyone wanted to see was a good, kind child facing danger alone.

Sighing, He Yuan tried to conceal his anxiety. He drew a pair of long knives from their sheaths and raced ahead.

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The pillar of light fell from the sky with incredible force. It was powerful enough to engulf a planet.

The devastating momentum dispersed the black fog over New York and tore the ghouls into confetti. But the Sun God's brow was knitted into a scowl.

There was one reason for this, and he was staring at it. When the pillar of light dispersed, the altar was still standing at the bottom of the pit.

The ghoul priest to the side lifted his staff. The black fog that previously tried to attack Zong Yan returned to the altar, coiling and seething over its flat surface.

It wasn't too surprising. The ghouls had been preparing for the summoning for a long, long time, much longer than the occult world could imagine.

Among the thousands of severed heads on the altar, many belonged to homeless people who mysteriously went missing in New York.

Serial killers liked to prey on those with low social status, like homeless people and prostitutes. They intentionally chose victims with no power. People who lived at the bottom of society had limited social means and were rarely missed. If one or two disappeared, the New York City Police Department wouldn't spend much time investigating, increasing their workload for no return.

Ghouls weren't a stupid species. In this respect, they were extremely clever.

In order to achieve their goal, they'd even contacted cultists and magicians of other religions to help prepare the necessary materials to summon their evil god.

They now had thousands of heads. They'd been adding to their collection for a long time.

During the process, they built an altar and began conducting their ritual deep below New York City. It was only when they were close to success that the black fog appeared over New York, exposing their plan.

By then it didn't matter. They were less than a hundred heads away from their goal. The ghouls went on a murderous rampage through the streets and finally collected the remaining sacrifices. Today was the culmination.

The moment these offerings opened the dimensional channel and connected to the great spirit of their god, it was impossible to disconnect.

Zong Yan knew this as well.

The light pouring down from the sky gradually lost its brilliance, and the ghouls that survived the terrible sunlight fled through the depths of the underground temple and prostrated themselves on the ground.

With his foot on the wheel of the sun, surrounded by a nimbus of light, the Sun God lifted his head.

His clear blue eyes reflected all things in the world, but they could also penetrate the fog of reality to perceive hidden truths.