radicalducati Chapter 932 The Gate of the Dead, the Gate of the Undead
Chapter 932 The Gate of the Dead, the Gate of the Undead
Chapter 932 The Gate of the Dead, the Gate of the Undead
The high-ranking members of the Ordinary Alliance paused slightly when they saw the ancient gate in front of them, assuming that Nangong Pen was just putting on a show again, and did not notice anything amiss, and stepped inside.
More than a dozen high-ranking members of the Evil Soul Masters group went inside.
"Acting Alliance Leader, what brings you here to discuss this matter?" asked a tall, burly man with a mustache.
He deliberately emphasized the word "actor." If it weren't for Nangong Wan's status and Nangong Pen's connection to him, Nangong Pen wouldn't have been chosen as the acting leader.
The other evil spirit masters, only a few of them, shared the same disdain for Nangong Pen as the burly man with the mustache.
The remaining people, expressionless, silently walked towards the conference table.
But after they took two steps, they found that four figures dressed in black robes were already seated at the original round table.
"Acting Alliance Leader, may I ask who these gentlemen are?" a high-ranking member of the Evil Soul Masters asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other evil spirit masters noticed the four figures whose faces were hidden in the darkness.
"Could they be distinguished guests? Or perhaps personnel from within the Holy Church?"
This thought appeared in the minds of all the evil spirit masters almost instantly.
"You've arrived, please sit down. These are distinguished guests, so you mustn't be impolite!" Nangong Pen's tone remained arrogant.
The burly man with the mustache snorted coldly, led the way to the round table, and casually found a seat to sit down.
The rest of the evil spirit masters also took their seats.
"Welcome everyone!" Nangong Pen spread his hands, his face full of arrogance.
As he moved, a huge hanging bell suddenly fell from the sky, suspended in mid-air by a bone chain.
"Nangong Pen, stop wasting time!" The burly man with the mustache couldn't stand Nangong Pen's swagger.
"No need for him to introduce me, I'll do it myself."
A figure sitting in the main seat slowly stood up.
His voice was as if it had been modified by a voice changer, changing from crisp and youthful to hoarse, sharp and husky, and from weathered and worn to a variety of other qualities.
The group of high-ranking evil spirit masters exchanged glances, and finally an old man led the way in rising and bowing, "May I ask if this sir is from the Holy Church?"
I have never heard of any high-ranking member or elder in the sect who possesses such a strange voice.
"The people you're talking about have a special name for me."
"They call me the Holy Son."
Huo Yuhao slowly reached out and lifted the hood from his head, revealing a handsome but pale face.
"The Holy Son?!"
A brief uproar ensued among the high-ranking members of the evil spirit masters.
Holy Son!
In the Holy Spirit Church, apart from the positions of Supreme Leader, Leader, and Grand High Priest, the position of Holy Son holds the greatest power.
He was even on equal footing with the vice-leader.
However, after the death of the previous Holy Son, the Holy Spirit Church has never established another Holy Son.
It's not that the position has been abolished, but rather that no one can be found who can sit in the position of the Son of God for long.
After a few seconds of silence, the group of evil spirit masters all bowed deeply.
Although Nangong Pen is the acting leader of the alliance, he is definitely not a reckless and fearless guy.
The fact that this guy was the first to submit suggests that the person in front of him is probably genuine.
Even the burly man with a mustache who had always been defiant towards Nangong Pen bowed in respect.
Huo Yuhao felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the group of evil soul masters who wore respectful expressions.
He wasn't deliberately showing off; he was just stalling for time.
From the moment this group of evil spirit masters stepped through the gate, they had already fallen into Huo Yuhao's world of the dead.
With the help of his powerful mental strength and the blessing of the Eye of Destiny, Huo Yuhao unleashed his simulation soul skill to its maximum, enveloping half of the conference hall and conjuring up an identical conference hall in the world of the dead.
Close the door and beat the dog!
The reason he didn't act immediately was simple: he was secretly gathering all the powerful undead creatures that could be summoned in the undead world!
"I wonder what the Holy Son has summoned us here to announce?" the old man continued.
Huo Yuhao revealed a bright smile, but his eyes were incredibly cold.
"There is only one reason why I have gathered everyone here."
"I want to kill all of you here."
"Or you may kill me."
What?
The group of evil spirit masters were immediately stunned.
What is this holy son saying?
Kill them all?
"Snapped!"
A loud slam on the table rang out.
The burly man with the mustache stood up first. Spiral spikes grew from his shoulders, and his mustache extended and grew on his face like two small tentacles.
"Does the Holy Son mean he wants to devour us all?"
It's not uncommon for evil spirit masters to devour each other to increase their cultivation.
Upon hearing the words of the burly man with the mustache, the other evil soul masters immediately sprang to their feet, summoned their martial souls, and looked at Huo Yuhao warily.
"Everyone, why are you so nervous?"
Huo Yuhao raised his hands, his eyes gleaming with a gray light.
A beam of white light was gradually spreading outward from him. Wherever the white light passed, the once luxurious floor tiles turned into scorched earth, and the magnificent walls vanished into nothingness.
The evil spirit masters suddenly discovered that the conference hall where they were originally located had been transformed into a desolate world.
All I could see was ruin and scorched earth.
"Damn it! When?!"
The group of evil spirit masters looked around in horror. How had they been brought into this world?
The burly man with a mustache stomped on the scorched earth, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It seems we've been walking into your trap since we came in."
"Nangong Pen, you've got him under your control now, haven't you? He really is just a useless piece of trash who only knows how to use connections!"
Nangong Pen replied with a grin, "Brother Zaicheng, only by following the Holy Son can we reach the supreme path. The Holy Son said that his direction is the direction we should move forward in. Why be so stubbornly persistent?"
"Holy Son, this Razor Clam is the strongest among this group. Its Martial Soul is the Evil Thought Razor Clam, and its cultivation is level 85. I can hold it back a bit. The rest of them are only at the Soul Saint level at most. The main combat force of the sect has been sent out."
Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers, and the three figures sitting on the round table gradually stood up, their black robes falling off to reveal their original forms.
"This is!!!" Razor Clam's pupils constricted.
The group of evil spirit masters involuntarily gaped open.
"Woo~"
The undead creature gradually grew larger, expanding from its previous humanoid form. It grew long, sharp horns, its facial bones swelled and elongated, its arms swelled and grew sharp claws, its body was covered in rough fur, and its strong legs exhibited animalistic curves.
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Undead creature, Infernal Sheep.
"Clang!"
Two greatswords were drawn, exuding a terrifying aura; the pure white light made the greatswords appear even sharper.
Undead servants, punitive knights.
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Wearing a large hat that covered his entire body, holding a white bone staff floating in his hand, and with pale purple soul fire flickering in his eyes.
Undead servants, the great lich.
"I never expected it to be the Holy Son in person. It's just a pity that we've become enemies!" said Zai Sheng with a regretful expression.
He could already sense the cultivation levels of the three undead creatures in front of him; the highest cultivation level was only equal to his own.
He was able to hold off the strongest knight, and with their superior numbers, they could easily deal with the remaining two undead creatures!
The group of evil soul masters also realized Zai Cheng's intentions and cast malicious glances at Huo Yuhao.
But Huo Yuhao showed no sign of panic.
Even the fickle Nangong Pen showed no sign of panic.
"Gentlemen, why do you think I specially reserved your seats and let you sit for so long?" Huo Yuhao sneered.
"What…"
Suddenly, the clam felt the ground beneath its feet shaking.
"The earth... is shaking?!"
"That's impressive? They have an army!"
The group of evil spirit masters looked around and noticed a gray-blue line suddenly appearing on the horizon.
The lines thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Zai Sheng finally saw the gray-blue line with his cultivation, an endless chill enveloped him.
That's not some kind of line, it's a massive army!
Army of the undead!
An army of countless skeletons and undead creatures!
Even after the undead army had closed to within 500 meters, the clam still couldn't see the end of the army.
It seemed endless.
Coldness, fear, and panic enveloped every evil spirit master.
Their thoughts gradually stalled, leaving only two ideas.
Is this the Holy Son?
How can we fight like this?
A faint blush crossed Huo Yuhao's face, and his body trembled slightly, but his eyes shone with intense excitement and fighting spirit.
After a brief silence, Zai Sheng turned to look at Huo Yuhao, his eyes filled with lingering fear. He spat, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Fight to the death! If you don't, you'll die here! Catch that bastard first! We still have a chance!"
All the evil spirit masters immediately realized what was happening and charged at Huo Yuhao.
Only by capturing Huo Yuhao, who can control this army of undead, can they have a chance to survive.
Faced with the swarming evil spirit masters, Nangong Pen's mockery deepened; no one knew his master's power better than him!
Huo Yuhao nodded to the great lich beside him, who immediately raised his staff and drew a bright blue halo that enveloped the three of them.
The next moment, the three appeared in the army of the undead.
"Kill." Huo Yuhao sat on the black stone throne created by the great lich, just like a monarch.
"Aaaaaah!"
The Fiery Hell Sheep roared, opened its claws, and charged into the group of evil soul masters.
With each claw strike, it unleashed flames from the legendary hell, its body and bones incredibly hard.
A golden light rose from the Retribution Knight's body, a shield appeared behind him, and his twin swords were crossed in front of him, making him look like an angry white dragon crashing into the evil spirit masters.
The great lich let out a hoarse laugh, and several huge fireballs instantly appeared above his head, falling like meteorites and creating mushroom clouds among the evil soul masters.
As the central figure supporting all the undead in their battle, Huo Yuhao had a large metal cabinet behind him filled with milk bottles, and a large amount of soul power poured into his body as if being poured into his head.
"Not enough! Go even crazier!"
There was a look of madness in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Upon receiving the summons, two enormous bone dragons rose from the scorched earth.
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