“Roar!”
Once a bustling sect, now shattered and crumbling, dust rising everywhere, surrounded by countless strange figures encircling the ruined sect.
“Roar!”
A dragon with a towering body and massive wings roared furiously, opening its mouth to release a stream of dragon fire. Wherever the fire passed, everything turned to nothingness. Upon the dragon’s back, a man wielding a long spear and clad in ornate armor stood like a heavenly king, gazing down at everything below.
Beside the dragon, figures wrapped in black robes chanted awkward incantations, their pitch-black staffs radiating sinister power.
The earth trembled as if the spirits of the dead were wailing.
One after another, eerie skeletons rose from the ground. Some gleamed silver, some golden, and others shimmered in a dazzling array of colors, yet their aura was cold and terrifying, like demons from the deepest abyss.
“I never imagined these natives’ bodies could be so strong. The undead we’ve created are incredibly powerful,” an old man said, lightly waving his wand. The fallen disciples of the sect suddenly seemed possessed, rising to their feet. These corpses moved stiffly at first but gradually became more fluid. Their eyes turned pitch-black, exuding terror.
The dragon rider standing atop the dragon surveyed the scene and declared in a booming voice, “I never thought it was all true. After ten thousand years, they have finally arrived here. We must set down the spatial transmission array for our lord. To spread his glory across the heavens and earth, every being must bow before his divine light.”
The old man, who could summon the undead with a mere gesture, stared at the dragon rider with lifeless eyes. “Dragon Knight Jace, we must wait for the main army. Do not act recklessly. Because of you, we’ve already destroyed the natives here. If other tribes on this land notice us, it may affect our conquest.”
“Andrew,” Dragon Knight Jace replied, “do you not consider these undead natives we’ve created now as the spoils of war?”
The place they stood upon was known as the Moonshadow Continent, a land of many races that had, after countless years, achieved unification. All races now shared a single identity.
Everyone worshipped the Seventy-Two Primordial Gods, and as a dragon knight, Jace devoted himself to the Dragon Knight God. He sought to spread the god’s glory across every land he traversed, making every native a servant devoted to the god for life.
Andrew smiled contentedly. “Indeed, these natives’ bodies are far too strong, especially their mysterious power—it fascinates me. When we return, I intend to study them thoroughly. Perhaps I can even create even more powerful undead.”
“Cursed… cursed…” At that moment, from the ruins, a young man holding a longsword struggled to his feet. Blood soaked his body, but seeing everything around him, his heart shattered, as if he had lost everything.
“Who exactly are you? Why have you destroyed my sect?” the young man roared, an endless aura of murder swirling around him.
A surge of furious rage erupted from the earth, piercing the heavens and shaking the very fabric of heaven and earth.
Andrew gazed at the surviving native and a sinister smile spread across his face. “I didn’t expect the strongest native to still be alive. No wonder he hasn’t turned into an undead.”
The dragon beneath Dragon Knight Jace snorted slightly, as if it wanted to incinerate the young man in one breath.
Andrew stepped forward to stop it. “Do not attack. This native has immense research value. We must keep his body intact.”
“Native, submit to me, Andrew, and I shall grant you the honor of witnessing the glory of the God of the Dead,” Andrew declared.
“The God of the Dead?”
The young man was the sect leader of Sword Qi Sect. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, as if in fear of some unknown terror. But in his heart, it was not fear he felt—it was rage.
“Even if I die, I will make you pay the price,” the young man roared, his eyes brimming with endless hatred, as if ready to erupt at any moment.
Andrew shook his head and then raised his hand, beginning to chant a spell.
Creak!
Creak!
At that moment, the sect disciples transformed into undead by Andrew drew their swords and emotionlessly surrounded the young man.
Seeing these disciples from his sect, the young man’s heart clenched painfully.
“Senior Elder…”
“Disciples…”
“What exactly has happened to you…”
The young man let out a deafening roar toward the heavens. He could no longer sense any signs of life from these disciples. The once vibrant lives were now gone forever.
“Ahh!”
His eyes blood-red, the young man raised his sword and slashed at the undead disciples.
Slice!
Wherever his sword swept, everything was cleaved apart.
His blade pierced the chest of one undead disciple.
“Master…” The undead disciple reached out and grabbed the sword.
The young man suddenly lifted his head, gazing at the disciple before him. Blood tears streamed from his eyes. “Master is here…”
“Why do you kill me…” The undead disciple opened his mouth, whispering softly. Yet to the young man’s ears, it was like a thunderclap.
He lowered his head, murmuring, “Why?” Then he lifted it again. “Rest assured, Master will avenge you all.”
Crash!
With a sweep of his sword, the undead disciple exploded into pieces.
“Beasts! I will kill you all!” the young man roared furiously, determined to avenge his disciples despite his grievous injuries.
A look of delight flickered in Andrew’s eyes. “I didn’t expect this native’s spirit to be so strong. If transformed into an undead, he might become a unique undead servant.”
“Blade of the Mountains and Rivers!”
With a furious shout, the young man swung his sword at the void. A powerful sword intent pierced through space, directly bearing down upon Andrew.
Andrew, watching the scene unfold, smiled slightly. “Great God of the Dead, let your divine power descend upon this place.”
“Sealing Art!”
“Swamp of the Abyss!”
“Realm of the Dead!”
At that moment, one after another hexagram floated in the air before Andrew, and a dark, terrifying aura of death suddenly erupted from them.
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
The hard ground beneath the young man suddenly transformed into a swamp, bubbling with black bubbles. From within, countless pale skeletal hands reached out, grabbing his feet and dragging him into the endless abyss.
Meanwhile, the sword slash that had cut through the void was seized by one black demonic hand after another, pulled into the Realm of the Dead.
“How can this be?” The young man gazed at the scene before him, his heart filled with sorrow. Why were his enemies so powerful, while he himself felt so weak?
“Spear of the Dead!”
At that moment, Andrew pointed a finger into the void. The space trembled slightly, and a piercing aura filled with death power erupted.
A black spear slowly pierced through the void.
“Go!”
Whoosh!
The Spear of the Dead erupted violently, directly hurtling toward the young man’s chest.
The young man stared at the spear, his heart filled with fury and despair.
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