"What do we do now?" asked Su Xiaoluo softly.
They had finally made it here, yet Fang Gu had ended up like this. He had no intention of stopping the calamity, or rather, he had been an unforgivable evil man since the beginning. His heart was filthy!
"Blood, I need more blood!" Fang Gu's eyes suddenly turned hollow, as if his pupils had been dug out, as if a demon was going to burst out from them at any second!
He rose to his feet. His body was stiff and slow, yet he was emitting a strong scent of blood. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to eat them alive.
"He's turning into a corpse!" Liu Ru quickly pulled the two away.
At first, Fang Gu still had the aura of a living person. Judging from his words, he seemed to have retained some of his memories. However, he was now emitting the scent of a rotting corpse.
He was not a living person, but a rotten monster that had been stored here for many years. Even his soul had been entangled, turning him into a greedy demon!
Fang Gu was dead. Even his soul had been taken away. What was left was just an empty shell, no different from the corpses outside!
Fang Gu, who was wearing a battle robe, lunged forward. His hands had turned into blue claws. His first target was Su Xiaoluo.
Blood, he needed more blood. In order to resurrect the Ancient King, he needed more blood from his descendants. The blood flowing in Su Xiaoluo's body was none other than the blood of the Ancient King's descendants …
"I don't think he has acquired the Ancient King's true power yet. Kill him!" said Liu Ru.
Fang Gu's aura was evil, yet it was not as strong as they had imagined. Perhaps he did not have the body and soul that the Ancient King was looking for, thus he had turned into a puppet, an empty shell!
Turning a living person into a corpse, it was a terrifying evil art. Liu Ru grabbed Fang Gu and slammed him to the ground when she saw him lunging at Su Xiaoluo.
Her hand transformed into a claw. Liu Ru did not show any mercy. She stabbed her sharp claw into Fang Gu's heart.
Liu Ru initially thought the armor would have a strong defense, preventing her claw from inflicting any damage on Fang Gu. However, her claw easily penetrated the armor and reached Fang Gu's rotten flesh, stabbing into his heart with ease.
The heart had stopped beating a long time ago. Black blood was seeping out of it. Liu Ru quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Fang Gu in astonishment.
Unable to withstand a single blow!
This Fang Gu couldn't even withstand a single blow!
His strength and defense after transforming into a zombie was only equivalent to a Servant-class zombie. Looking at Fang Gu, who was twitching on the ground, Liu Ru suddenly felt sorry for him when she saw his twisted face.
Did he inherit the magic of the Ancient King and control the Kingdom of the Dead?
He had no idea that his life had been sucked away by the armor, leaving only an empty shell. Not even his soul was left.
He was only a sacrifice for the resurrection of the Ancient King, one of the sacrifices over the past two thousand years.
Black blood poured out of Fang Gu's mouth. His body slowly separated from the armor. What fell to the ground was a shriveled corpse. Even his hair had turned into dried grass.
Meanwhile, the black armor floated back to the Blood Emperor Throne like a phantom after absorbing all of Fang Gu's life force.
The armor was empty, but it was able to support itself and sit on it like a living person. There seemed to be a pair of crimson ghostly eyes under the armor, staring at everyone. They could see through their bodies and into their souls. Everything in their hearts was easily seen through.
"We can't wear this armor," Liu Ru took a deep breath.
It turned out that Fang Gu was not the scariest person wearing the armor, but the evil aura emitting from the armor itself!
"Buzz ~!"
As the three were lost for words, the altar began to shake vigorously all of a sudden.
Distortions appeared in the black space. Sometimes, it would spiral, sometimes it would bend, and sometimes it would break. A biting cold wind of space also slowly rolled down from above the three people's heads.
Zhang Xiaohou raised his head and saw a huge black cloud of corpses above them. Their ferocious heads were flying in the air while uttering piercing cries of agony.
"The altar is transferring the loot … does that mean the Dark Abyss is going to drift again?" said Liu Ru.
Judging by the time, dawn had arrived. It was the time when the Dark Abyss was going to drift again. If the Ancient King was going to be resurrected, the most ideal place for him to do so would be the inner city. Since he was going to become the supreme ruler of the Kingdom of the Dead, he would not allow anyone to live in his kingdom!
"Blood, Fang Gu mentioned that he needs more blood. Does that mean the Ancient King needs a huge pool of blood to resurrect? Does that mean the people in the inner city are going to be the sacrifices?" blurted out Su Xiaoluo as she suddenly recalled something.
If a million people were to fall into the Dark Abyss, it would not just be a pool of blood, it would turn into a sea of blood. Every living being would be the sacrifice!
The Black Vatican must have learned about it somehow, allowing them to control the Dark Abyss as they pleased.
Instead of saying they were celebrating their deaths, it was more like they were trying to resurrect the Ancestor of the Undead who had been dead for over two thousand years!
The altar was shaking vigorously. They could no longer stand still.
"What should we do? We don't have time!" Liu Ru's mind went blank.
Zhang Xiaohou rose to his feet and stared at the strange robe …
Zhang Xiaohou had bitten his lips until they were bleeding. He rose to his feet and cast Wind Track toward the empty robe on the throne.
"Don't, don't do that, you'll end up like Fang Gu," yelled Su Xiaoluo, knowing what Zhang Xiaohou was trying to do.
"I don't have time to think about it!" Zhang Xiaohou had no time to think about it. The space was already changing. He did not even have time to think.
…
As he went up to the robe, Zhang Xiaohou immediately felt a boundless magic urging him to put it on. It was as if the robe would solve all the problems he was facing!
Zhang Xiaohou turned around and glanced at Su Xiaoluo, as if he was trying to remember her face. A second later, he rammed into the robe.
The robe had a strong suction force. Whenever someone rammed into it, the robe would disintegrate on its own and attach itself to the person's body.
Zhang Xiaohou immediately regretted his decision. He felt like the robe was a demon with its mouth wide open, waiting for someone like him to crawl into it …
It was useless to regret it. Zhang Xiaohou closed his eyes. He only hoped that he could command the army of undead before he ended up like Fang Gu, even if it was just a thought.
However, as the evil robe was about to wrap around Zhang Xiaohou's body, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and tossed him out of the Blood Emperor Throne!
Zhang Xiaohou was tossed into the air. As he flipped in the air, he saw a sturdy back!
The back was extremely familiar. He had joined the Battlemages because of the man, who was able to fight the Darkwing Wolf alone, which had given him a great shock …
"Chief Military Instructor!"
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