National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

He stared intently at Guerrero, trying to find some clue in this bizarre phenomenon.

’There must be some unknown secret behind this, and it’s likely tied to a conspiracy by the Bright Holy See.’

When Beckett saw Guerrero’s state, a wave of terror washed over him.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

He didn’t know what would happen next, nor what his own fate would be.

He could only stare blankly at Guerrero, as if watching his own impending doom.

In this space shrouded by a bizarre atmosphere, Chu He was lost in thought.

’Things aren’t that simple.’

’Guerrero’s sudden self-immolation is likely another trap set by the Bright Holy See, or an extreme measure they’ve taken to protect their secrets.’

As for Beckett, his heart was filled with conflict and struggle.

On one hand, he was afraid he would meet an untimely end just like Guerrero.

On the other hand, he didn’t know if he should reveal any secrets to Chu He.

The moment he spoke, he would be betraying his faith and his organization. But right now, he was in a desperate situation; it seemed he had no other choice.

Beckett raised his head and looked at Chu He, his eyes filled with hesitation and fear.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.

Every decision he made would determine his own life or death, and could even affect the fate of the entire world.

In this silent space, time seemed to freeze.

Meanwhile, Guerrero’s body continued to burn quietly in the eerie white flames, emitting a mysterious and terrifying aura.

Chu He mobilized his Domain Power.

In an instant, an invisible yet powerful force spread out from Chu He like a surging undercurrent, rapidly blanketing Guerrero’s body.

’Guerrero said he had something to tell me, so I can’t let him die so obscurely. There must be a major secret about the Bright Holy See hidden in this. I have to stop this bizarre immolation.’

As Chu He’s domain spread, strange spatial folds suddenly appeared between him and Guerrero.

These spatial folds were like sheets of paper being crumpled by a pair of invisible hands, constantly twisting, overlapping, and colliding.

Each collision produced a noise that made one’s scalp tingle and was unbearable to the ears.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the wails of vengeful ghosts from the Hell Abyss or the grinding of countless sharp metal fragments. It drilled straight into one’s mind, causing unbearable pain.

This was the fierce collision of two powerful sets of the Power of Rules.

The rules of Chu He’s domain were locked in a life-or-death struggle with the rules of that mysterious Curse.

Chu He stared intently at Guerrero, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He leaned forward slightly, concentrating all his attention on maintaining his domain’s power, trying to suppress the mysterious force of the Curse.

Despite Chu He’s all-out effort, the white flames showed no sign of weakening, continuing to mercilessly consume Guerrero’s body.

Guerrero’s body twisted and contorted in the flames. His face showed extreme agony, yet he never uttered a single scream, as if his voice was sealed by some force.

His eyes revealed despair and unwillingness, as if he wanted to say something to Chu He but could no longer speak.

Chu He watched all of this unfold, his heart filled with helplessness and rage.

He continuously increased the power of his domain, trying to break through the Curse’s defenses, but it was all in vain.

In the end, Chu He was still unable to prevent the tragedy and could only watch as Guerrero was burned away, not even leaving ashes behind.

Where Guerrero had stood, there was now only an empty void, as if he had never existed in this world at all.

Just as Chu He was filled with frustration and doubt, Amaterasu strode over.

Her expression was grave, her brow furrowed, and her eyes revealed a trace of fear and worry.

"This is a curse placed by the Deities." Amaterasu’s voice was low and hoarse, as if carrying endless vicissitudes. "This Curse was planted deep inside Guerrero’s body long ago. Over a long period of time, it has practically fused with him. That’s why even you couldn’t stop this Curse from activating."

Chu He’s frown deepened.

’Amaterasu is right. A Curse that fuses with the body is truly impossible to guard against.’

’In other words, some kind of restriction was placed on Guerrero long ago. This restriction meant that the moment he tried to speak about the Bright Holy See’s secrets, he would immediately suffer the backlash of this Curse.’

A bitter expression appeared on Chu He’s face. He had been completely unaware of this, having sensed nothing out of the ordinary before.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at how insidious and cunning the Bright Holy See’s methods were.

’Since even Guerrero met such an end, I can imagine Beckett’s situation. Whether he talks or not, he’s probably facing a dead end.’

At this moment, Beckett was slumped on the ground. Having witnessed Guerrero’s tragic end, his body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

He knew his own fate was also about to come to an end.

"Chu He, could you please grant me a dignified death?"

Beckett’s voice trembled, laced with a hint of pleading.

Chu He watched Beckett in silence for a moment, then slowly nodded.

The previous majesty and coldness in his eyes were gone, replaced by a trace of pity.

Beckett was now completely in despair. His faith and the Bright Holy See had abandoned him, and his life was about to end.

After receiving Chu He’s consent, Beckett took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

His hand slowly reached into his sleeve and pulled out a dagger.

The dagger’s blade glinted coldly in the sunlight.

His hand trembled slightly, but his gaze gradually became resolute.

He wore a smile, a smile that held a hint of release, yet also a hint of helplessness.

He suddenly plunged the dagger into his own heart, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

His body swayed, then with a THUD, he fell backward onto the ground.

He gazed at the clear blue sky, slowly closed his eyes, and soon, his breathing stopped.

Chu He silently looked at Beckett’s corpse, a mix of complicated feelings in his heart.

’This battle with the Bright Holy See is far from over. This is just the beginning.’

He raised his hand and with a light tap, a massive yet silent wave of energy was instantly released.

The energy, like a surging tide but without a sound, quickly enveloped Beckett’s body.

Immediately after, the energy instantly retracted, and Beckett’s body was erased along with it, as if he had never been there at all.

"I was worried Beckett might use some trick to escape death.

Since he wanted a dignified death, I’ve granted his wish.

Besides, if he’s really dead, he won’t see what I did afterward anyway."

Chu He said lightly.

Amaterasu stood to the side, watching Chu He’s every move, and felt a chill run down her spine.

She hadn’t expected Chu He to be so cautious, to have considered every detail so thoroughly.

She couldn’t help but feel a little fortunate, fortunate that she had chosen to stand with Chu He from the beginning and hadn’t fought him to the bitter end.

If Chu He were her enemy, he would be an incredibly terrifying opponent.

In this silent space, everything returned to calm, but it was a calm that felt incredibly oppressive. Chu He and Amaterasu stood there quietly.

Chu He slowly raised his head, gazed at the sky, and silently pondered his next plan.

’The Bright Holy See will definitely not let this go. They will surely attack again.’

Amaterasu looked at Chu He, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "Chu He, what should we do next? If they really are the eyes left behind by the Deities of the Upper Realm, and they bear the same duty as I do...

The Bright Holy See definitely won’t let us off easily!"