I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1235 - 1121: Resistance and the Classic Threat

Finally, it's resolved...

Watching as the headquarters of the Clean-up Bureau, unable to resist the pull of the vortex, plummeted into the sea, the merwoman with a slightly pale face couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

With her nearly transparent hands from overexertion placed behind her back, the merwoman bent down into the sea current, swimming toward the descending headquarters of the Clean-up Bureau to claim her spoils of victory.

But just as she entered the water, the headquarters, which had been spinning with the vortex, suddenly froze. The surrounding sea, spanning dozens of miles, also solidified, as a large amount of lurid, stunning crimson spread rapidly through the water... and this seemed to be only the beginning.

In the merwoman's slightly surprised gaze, more than ten faceless, bandaged holy corpses, circular rivers of liquid gold, a purple sinister moon breaking through clouds shining with the sun, and numerous severed doll arms weeping as they embraced came rushing in...

A plethora of extremely strange, both tangible and intangible, uncanny entities locked onto her simultaneously, carrying a chilling sense of danger.

And the headquarters of the Clean-up Bureau, which seemed washed helpless under the rules of the Realm of the Dead, realigned itself, aiming its rear in her direction, releasing a terrifying gravitational force that could crush charcoal into diamonds, immobilizing her instantly.

So there really is a way to resist the Realm of the Dead, but it seems they let me come over on purpose to ambush me?

Feeling the dual erosion of her body and soul, and only able to move her eyeballs, the merwoman had a look of realization, and a thin, colored blush quietly spread across her lips.

No!

The Virgin Director mixed within the crimson bloody sea, startled as the merwoman's lips slightly parted, instinctively prepared to retreat.

But first, his soul had just been tugged by the rules of the Realm of the Dead and hadn't fully synchronized with his body, and secondly, the old wounds from when he had brought back [life span] hadn't healed yet, so his reaction was ultimately a step slow.

"Puff."

With a leisurely sound of wind, the merwoman merely blew lightly, and the colorful radiance dispersed the bloody sea expanding dozens of miles. The Gemini Director, mixed within preparing to engage at close range, could only manage to raise an arm to block briefly before the stormy currents swept him away, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

As the Virgin Director disappeared, the merwoman, who had blown away the bloody sea in one breath, also vanished from the scene.

As if moving indefinitely across the entire ocean, the figure imbued with colored light flickered hundreds of times, carving out nearly a thousand intersecting slashes in the solid-as-gold river of gold, finding the holy corpses hidden within and shattering them one by one.

The sinister moon spilling light through opening clouds was also grasped by the merwoman's hand from afar, sinking into the deep sea amidst a suddenly erupting vortex, while the weeping, armless dolls trailing behind her couldn't keep up with her superlative speed, left so far behind not even a shadow remained.

"I've already said, resistance is futile."

Casually dividing the golden rivers flowing around her, the merwoman's colored hand rested on Taurus Director's shoulder, her expression composed as she spoke:

"Your strength is only at the level of ordinary pillar gods; with the addition of those strange gadgets and secret techniques, you can barely hold back four pillar gods, but against the former me, the four pillar gods had no chance to strike."

"Lord Taurus, you and the remaining directors have done your best. Instead of dragging this out, why not stop doing unnecessary things and hand over those captured True Gods to me, how about that?"

No way.

After attempting to struggle twice, discovering both his body and soul were tightly locked by the hand on his shoulder, leaving no room to move at all, Taurus Director glanced at the merwoman before simply closing his eyes without a word.

When you returned the Tidal Realm to the present world and then broke into the Dream Realm alone, Aquarius—not the current Aquarius Leon, but the former Aquarius of the Watcher's Palace—issued a warning through the Watcher's Palace that if you succeeded, the present world would suffer unprecedented disaster.

Although the former Aquarius did many wrong things, he would never lie about such matters. So no matter what you intend to do, the Clean-up Bureau's answer remains the same. As for the result of resisting you... it's nothing but death!

Alright.

Seeing the unwavering expression of Taurus Director, ready to meet death with closed eyes, the merwoman couldn't help but shake her head in resignation, pressing her hand down onto Taurus Director's shoulder, pushing his battered soul out of his body.

I don't like killing, but you are truly troublesome, don't blame me.

With an apologetic nod towards the soul coldly watching her with reopened eyes, the merwoman's right hand exerted a slight force, directly pushing Taurus Director's soul toward the entrance of the Realm of the Dead, yet to be sealed.

"Joan!"

Accompanied by an enraged shout, Capricorn Director, with strange clock patterns on his face and body, suddenly appeared between the two, reaching out towards where the merwoman's arm was seconds earlier.

Simultaneously, the time around the merwoman was swiftly layered and fragmented, presenting countless overlapping and indistinct silhouettes, including the one holding Taurus Director's soul, ready to send it into the Realm of the Dead. That merwoman silhouette's wrist was caught precisely by him.