Chapter 760
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"Coming here personally was quite valuable. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how things would have developed to such a state."
Black mist swirled around me. Faint dark flames floated behind me. The faint white light caused the low-level undead to instinctively retreat in fear.
"Only you could think of wrapping Holy Light in a lantern made out of the power of death. But aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of an Undead Emperor by using Holy Light in the undead's camp? "
Although the silly cat didn't have a high opinion of my creativity, it seemed that things had been quite smooth for me so far.
The low-level undead would instinctively avoid me, and the high-level intelligent undead would rarely meddle in other people's business. As for the guards … Should I say that I had already obtained a fake permit from Asolivis? But considering that Sandro was the one in charge, I should say that this was a real permit.
But the deeper I went into the camp, the more I felt that the situation was bad.
The sky-reaching black pillar of light was still present, but the negative power of death was much fainter than before. In fact, the familiar smell of sulfur reminded me of the "cute and hospitable" native residents of the lower planes …
"What else are you thinking about? The devils are right in front of you."
"Silly cat, will you feel uncomfortable if you don't ruin my plans? How's the situation at the camp? Are they still 'communicating'? "
I discovered that I was becoming more and more dependent on Harloys's … ability. I had Harloys's clones help me keep an eye on the situation and gather information while also listening to the live broadcast of the camp. It was truly a cat with many uses. It was convenient and economical.
Although I was joking, I was actually in a terrible mood.
If someone was treated as a jinx, it could be said that they would cause explosions wherever they went, even if it wasn't their fault. But looking at my luck, it was no longer just causing explosions wherever I went. It was basically that wherever I went, an earthquake and a volcano would erupt simultaneously.
"Why is it another Chaos Main God? Can you guys be nice and not come looking for me?"
Main God level existences would have to intentionally hide their auras. Otherwise, they would be like dried salted fish that would stink for five kilometers in the wind … What I meant was that their existences were far too strong. Just their aura alone was enough to make people feel uncomfortable.
Sarwenstan didn't intentionally hide his presence. Even if he didn't see his gigantic dragon body that was more than 100 meters long, his Order Domain with negative energy was his signature move.
The number of devils was constantly increasing. As time passed, the devil army would become stronger with every passing moment. With the summons of the Devil Main God, the devils would be able to bring out limitless power due to their pyramidal societal structure.
I didn't intend to get any closer. Apart from the fact that I didn't intend to test the Devil Main God's senses, it was also because there was no longer any need to continue investigating this place.
The Dimensional Door here was the highest-level permanent Dimensional Door. Once it was activated, it would be impossible to stop unless the Dimensional Door was completely destroyed. And, challenging a Devil Lord with an entire army by myself … I still wanted to live for a few more years.
With every passing moment, the devil army would become slightly stronger. Perhaps this wasn't as destructive and explosive as the demon wave, but when the devils formed an army, it would become a super troublesome existence on the same level as the Chaos Abyss Blood Wars.
I used a Memory Crystal to record the scene in front of me. The allied army couldn't stop. I had intended to return directly, but I unexpectedly met a familiar person.
"That mummy lord? Isn't he Sandro's servant? "
While Roland was having a hard time dealing with the devils that had suddenly appeared, Annina, who had just returned to her hometown in the Death Plane of Darkness, was also in trouble.
Originally, she had brought a tremendous number of souls back to her home. She had been quite careful in order to prevent other Undead Lords from robbing her. But, when she finally returned to her home, she met with bandits.
The Death Plane of Darkness was a rarely seen plane without any light. It was a world without any natural light. Ordinary people would find it difficult to imagine how cold and empty it would be. Even intelligent undead wouldn't be able to endure the eternal darkness. Anne had brought souls back to this plane in order to make it lively again.
But now, a maniacal evil guest had arrived uninvited. He destroyed every mountain and city he came across, as if he was searching for something in this world. Before Anne returned, several hundred Undead Lords had already fallen before him.
This was quite abnormal. That was because the Death Plane had nothing apart from undead and negative energy. It would be meaningless for non-undead lifeforms.
Anne, who had just returned to the Death Plane, discovered that the Death Plane's target was actually her.
He had been waiting for her in her home territory all this time.
"Roland? No, the Abyss Prince Cavendish! "
This face was a little familiar to An Nina, and in the next moment, she had a sudden realization.
"You're Anne? Ha, you're such a beauty. What a pity. You're a Chaos Girl. Hand over your soul and accept your fate. "
The golden-haired prince, who wore blood-red armor and wielded a magic sword, smiled confidently as he gave his final warning to Annina. It was as if the Undead Emperors who had dominated the Undead Planes were nothing more than weaklings that he could kill at will.
"Kill him!"
Anne screamed out of instinctive fear. Countless undead started crawling out from every corner of the Death Plane.
The Death Plane was a paradise for the undead, the home of the Undead Emperors. The entire plane trembled under the summons of the top-level Undead Emperors.
What sort of undead army was this? The Blood Tribe nobles were nothing more than vanguards, the hundred-meter-tall stitched monsters were nothing more than meat shields, and the bone dragons were nothing more than convenient transportation.
Cavendish shook his head as he faced the endless undead army with a condescending smile.
"Why is it that everyone struggles, even if it's meaningless?"
Three hours later, the entire Death Plane became nothing more than history. Cavendish left a single message with Anne amidst the ruins of countless corpses.
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