73: Judgment of the souls! The sin of murder!

"Zhao Zihan! Attack their eyes!" Wang Yi gave the order.

"Yes!" Zhao Zihan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She drew the wind walker compound bow in her hand, an explosive arrow notched on the string.

Her arm was trembling slightly.

Not out of fear, but because the target was simply too high!

Using all her strength, she pulled the compound bow to a full draw, aiming at the burning ghost-fire eyes of one of the statues!

Release!

Whir—

The explosive arrow, entwined with red energy, whistled out, tracing a long parabola in the air as it flew toward the statue a hundred meters up!

Everyone held their breath, watching the arrow tensely.

However, just as the arrow was about to hit its target.

That anubis statue merely raised its massive stone arm with disdain and gave a light wave.

Smack!

The explosive arrow, powerful enough to blow up a tank, was easily swatted into pieces before that giant palm, like a small pebble!

Not even a single spark flew.

"..."

Seeing this scene, everyone fell into a deathly despair.

Even their attacks were useless!

In the Dragon Country Operations Center, the atmosphere had grown heavy to the extreme.

"It's over... it's completely over this time..." Li Guodong slumped into his chair, his face ashen. "This isn't a battle on the same level at all; this is a god crushing mortals!"

Lin Zhan didn't speak; he just stared fixedly at the screen, his fists clenching until they creaked.

He knew Li Guodong was right.

Just when everyone thought the Dragon Team was doomed.

The two anubis statues stopped in their tracks about a hundred meters away from them.

They didn't advance further, nor did they launch an attack.

They simply looked down from above, gazing at the crowd below with cold, emotionless eyes.

Then.

A grand, majestic voice, as if from the highest heavens, boomed across the entire world.

"Mortals..."

"You have trespassed upon the Pharaoh's resting place; you have committed a capital crime."

"However, the Gods possess the virtue of loving life."

"I am the guide of the Realm of the Dead, the Judge of Souls, Anubis."

"Now, I shall conduct the final judgment upon your souls."

"If your souls are pure, you shall receive divine forgiveness and leave this place."

"If your souls are filthy, filled with slaughter and sin, then you must accept... divine punishment!"

As the voice fell.

One of the anubis statues slowly extended its left hand.

In its palm, a massive, ancient scale made of gold appeared out of thin air.

On one side of the scale lay a pure white feather—the Feather of Ma'at, the Goddess of Truth and Justice, representing purity and kindness.

The other side of the scale was empty.

"Now, offer up your souls!"

Anubis's majestic voice rang out again.

Wang Yi and the others felt as though something inside their bodies.

Was being forcibly pulled out by an invisible force!

It was an ethereal yet very real sensation.

They saw twenty shimmering soul phantoms, representing each of them, drift uncontrollably from their heads and slowly fly toward the empty tray of the Golden Scale.

The moment all twenty soul phantoms landed in the tray.

Everyone's heart leapt into their throats!

They watched tensely as the scale decided their fate.

At first, the scale was balanced.

But very quickly, the tray representing their souls began to sink slowly!

And the speed of the descent became faster and faster!

Conversely, the tray with the feather representing purity and kindness was tilted high up!

"How can this be?!"

Li Bingyao's face was filled with confusion.

"The ones we killed were all monsters! It was to protect ourselves, to protect the Dragon Country! How can that be considered sin?!"

"It's no use."

Wang Yi's expression also became incredibly grim.

"In the worldview of this dungeon, every undead we killed was a subject of the Pharaoh. In Anubis's eyes, we are invaders and slaughterers."

From the moment they stepped into this dungeon and killed the first Sand Scorpion, their hands had already been stained with the sins of this world.

The more they killed, the more "filthy" their souls became.

And they had just fought their way in and out of the Undead Army.

Especially Chen Hu, who had even achieved the "Slayer of Ten Thousand" feat!

These sins were simply too numerous to record!

Sure enough.

The Golden Scale finally lost its balance completely.

The tray representing their souls sank heavily to the very bottom!

While the feather of truth was cast high into the clouds.

The result of the judgment was self-evident.

"Grievous sins!"

Anubis's cold and heartless voice, like a final verdict, echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Your souls are filthier than the abyss, more evil than demons!"

"You are unworthy of forgiveness!"

"Now, accept divine punishment and wail in endless agony!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the other anubis statue raised the massive, hundred-meter-long spear in its hand high!

At the tip of the spear, a terrifying black energy ball began to gather, as if it could destroy everything!

The aura of death instantly enveloped the entire world!

Under that terrifying pressure, the members of the Dragon Team didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

They could only watch helplessly as the black energy ball grew larger and brighter.

"It's over..."

"We're really going to die here this time..."

"Damn it, I'm not ready to go! I haven't even married a wife yet!"

Despair spread through every member of the Dragon Team like a plague.

Facing a being of this divine level, all the strength, skill, and experience they had accumulated before seemed so laughable and pale.

This wasn't a battle on the same dimension at all.

They didn't even have the right to resist.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together!"

Just then, Wang Yi's roar once again forcibly dragged everyone out of the quagmire of despair.

"Even if we die, we die standing!"

"We are warriors of the Dragon Country! Even in death, we cannot lose face for the Dragon Country!"

He struggled, trying to straighten his body.

But the pressure from the god was like billions of tons of seawater, pinning him firmly to the spot, unable to move.

"Captain..."

Chen Hu looked at Wang Yi's face, where veins were bulging from the effort, and a flicker of guilt and frustration flashed in his eyes.

If he hadn't killed so recklessly, perhaps their sins wouldn't be so heavy.

But now, it was too late for anything.