LWGP - Chapter 246
Chapter 246: Icebound Undead
A soul is ethereal, intangible, and without consciousness. It had no feeling for Wang Jiu, merely floating there blankly.
But Wang Jiu watched her for a long while. She reached out, wanting to caress the soul, but ultimately just curled her fingers. She spoke with the earnestness of a child reporting their school progress to a parent.
"Don't worry, I haven't turned out too bad... I might be a scumbag, but I haven't become an antisocial piece of trash."
"Don't be anxious. I'll be able to bring you back very soon."
"If anyone speaks ill of me to you, don't believe them. They're spouting nonsense."
She didn't say much more, restraining herself. Then, she used a soul-containing artifact worth ten million points to place the Old Lady's soul inside.
It was time for the soul summoning.
Several nations secretly dispatched top-tier combat units, numbering over a thousand strong, and teleported them directly to the Asabia Devil Islands. They had, after all, managed to prophesy the location. One of the central government's twenty greatest prophets was none other than Shen Wan.
They didn't know the inside story, only that they were following orders from above. Liu Wuren, Qin Feikong, and others had been mobilized. There were also three Kings who had returned from the Second Spacetime and pledged allegiance to Huaxia. Including Qing He, Huaxia had four returned Kings and six of its own. The other nations scraped together fifteen more, for a total of twenty-five. They led the remaining force of nearly a thousand high-level combatants directly to the main island of the Asabia Devil Islands.
As soon as they set foot on the island, they saw an ancient, beautiful monastery.
Gamma and Anna recognized at a glance that this monastery was identical to the one in the photograph.
Swan raised an eyebrow. The monastery in the photograph should have been destroyed years ago. That Old Ryan was truly attempting to kill his wife to prove his Dao once more.
A madman. Truly an old madman!
"Who goes there!" There were forces on the island. The old butler arrived with his men, and seeing the grim expressions on the intruders' faces, he ordered an attack without another word.
But the assembled force was faster.
No matter how deep the Ryan Family's foundations ran, Wang Jiu had flattened one of their islands years ago. The forces they had cultivated in the dozen or so years since could never match the top-tier combatants of so many nations, to say nothing of the returned powerhouses.
It was a one-sided slaughter!
Suddenly, a distorted, bloody aura whistled out from the monastery, carrying a sound like the shriek of a cat or the roar of a demon.
"Something's wrong inside! Get in there, quickly!"
"Stop him!"
Li Qing, one of the returned Kings acquainted with Qing He, had a slight change in expression. Those who had returned were far stronger and more sensitive in terms of mental power than the natives of the Third Spacetime. The moment he spoke up, Qin Feikong, one of the lesser Kings, also sensed it. With a wave of his hand, twenty Kings combined their power to shatter the monastery doors.
Boom!
A tremendous crash.
There was an echo, and not just from here. A violent noise erupted from some unknown, distant place as well.
It was the sound of a spirit vein surging, causing the sea tides to rise.
Whoosh... The bloody aura from the monastery's basement whistled out through the doors and windows, coalescing atop the roof into the form of a red-robed archmage.
The people from the Gobi Territory were also in the party, having been pulled in by Xie Lu. In matters like this, they always advanced and retreated as one. When they first learned the gist of the situation, they were full of curses. The vitriol for Old Ryan reached a new peak. In their minds, this bastard was practically synonymous with a perverted old man; they never expected him to be this kind of character.
With his golden hair flying and his handsome face demonic, his scarlet pupils were incomparably bewitching. He looked toward the Mist Land and smiled.
"Ah, I've found you, Scarl."
Old Ryan was merely muttering to himself. He then glanced at the many powerhouses below and, with a wave of his hand, the monastery collapsed. The ruins creaked and were quickly thrown aside as dark shadows frantically scrambled out from underneath.
The bloodline users he had drained dry had transformed into monsters even uglier and more ferocious than Crawlers. They charged toward the crowd, while Old Ryan himself turned into a streak of blood-red light and fled into the distance, heading for the Mist Land.
"It's over! He's going after Master!" Wang Shu hadn't expected Old Ryan to be so formidable, nor for the 'Crawlers' he created to be so powerful.
What kind of technique was this?
The head of the ancient cultivation department, also a King, glanced at the monsters. The fat old man frowned. "Chaotic resurrection via White Witchcraft?"
"What the hell? White Witchcraft?! This is so evil, it's just like Black Witchcraft! How can it be White Witchcraft?"
The others were momentarily confused. The fat old man also found it bizarre, his gaze darkening. "White Witches aren't necessarily good. If resurrection is used for evil ends, it's no different from Black Witchcraft."
"To put it bluntly, they are all witches."
"But I never expected Old Ryan to be a White Witch."
The commotion on the Asabia Devil Islands was too great. The Devil's Sea itself had many players adventuring there. Sensing something was amiss, they relayed the news back. Other districts, nations, and factions quickly grew suspicious and began to investigate. It was certain that more experts would arrive soon.
But that was of no concern to Xie Lu's group. The Asabia Devil Islands were essentially Old Ryan's foundation, with tens of thousands of men and several captive slaughter-races. After being released from their cages by the old butler, they surrounded the experts.
They could certainly kill them all, but it would tie them down.
The fat old man and the other Kings had no desire to waste time. They left the area for Xie Lu and the others to handle, then flew with Qing He and the remaining Kings toward the Mist Land in pursuit of Old Ryan.
As Old Ryan headed for the Mist Land, far away in the frigid lands at the Earth's northern pole, a tall, thin man also made landfall. This person was clearly very powerful, yet he still wore a warm down jacket. He walked with a light step across the ice. As he proceeded, a bone-chilling aura gathered before him, coalescing into several ice-cold undead.
They were powerful and terrifying; even their eyeballs were formed from solid ice.
They stared at the man.
The tallest of the Icebound Undead spoke in a hoarse voice. "You are late."
The man smiled. "My apologies. I was observing the commotion at sea for a moment. Unfortunately for you, they are very fast. If you Icebound Undead truly wish to cower in this rotten place for the rest of your lives, then even if you seize this opportunity, you have less than twenty minutes—while the spirit vein reserves in the Asabia Devil Islands' sea area rank second, it is the one closest to the heart of the world's ley lines. If you wish to awaken your long-dormant Undead Emperor, it is your only choice."
"I hope you can relay this message to your king."
As Wang Jiu began creating the living body with practiced ease, she knew Old Ryan would come. She had also received a private message from Qing He and the others, reminding her. Her hands never stopped moving as she watched a group of people arrive through her surveillance eye.
It was the Black Witch Organization.
This time, the Holy Sons Lie Chi and Hu Guang appeared on the outskirts of the Mist Land. They entered the mist.
They already knew that the current Wang Jiu was strong enough to destroy them in a direct confrontation, but they hadn't come for a head-on fight.
Their goal was to obstruct Lin Zi's resurrection, leaving Wang Jiu unable to deal with multiple threats at once.
However, what they hadn't expected was to be attacked the moment they entered the mist.
It was the Puppets and Spirit Body puppets.
Their group was surrounded and attacked. Lie Chi and Hu Guang knew they had been exposed as they watched the number of Puppets and Spirit Bodies encircling them grow.
They were being held back.
But Wang Jiu had also detected Old Ryan's aura. Outside the Mist Land, Old Ryan approached like an aurora, poised to charge in. He raised his hand, and a white light tinged with gold and blood formed a blade that tore through and evaporated the poisonous gas in the mist, carving an opening. Just as he was about to rush through...
Behind him, Qing He and the other Kings trailed several thousand meters away. Through the targeting system of her Purple Gold Mecha, Qing He was suddenly surprised.
What surprised her?
In that instant, just as Old Ryan was about to fly in, Lie Chi and Hu Guang simultaneously ditched their subordinates, tore through the encirclement, and slipped into the mist, rapidly approaching the platform where Wang Jiu was located.
The moment those two made their move, they revealed King-level strength. Wang Jiu couldn't spare a hand to deal with them, which was precisely the effect they were aiming for.
With the two of them about to strike and Old Ryan arriving outside, Wang Jiu was occupied with creating the living body. She couldn't split her focus unless she aborted the process, but that would mean all her previous efforts would be for naught.
Wang Jiu couldn't possibly give up. Her only choice was to endure the attacks.
Clearly, Old Ryan and his allies knew this, which was why they seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
But enduring it head-on was impossible.
Wang Jiu glanced aside. A section of her left pinky finger naturally detached itself. The moment it hit the ground, it transformed into a tiny Spirit Body with white bone wings, like a thumb-sized sprite from Norse mythology. It looked exquisite, small, and cute, but was exceptionally ferocious. It immediately launched a melee attack, slashing at Lie Chi and Hu Guang.
The thing was barely the size of a pinky, yet the blade qi it unleashed was a good seventeen or eighteen meters long. Lie Chi and Hu Guang were horrified and forced to retreat.
The Spirit Body pressed its attack on the two, each move aimed for a killing blow. But Old Ryan was not an opponent the Spirit Body could handle. So, as he was about to advance... Wang Jiu hit him with a mental impact.
Had he recovered?
He had only recovered from his physical injuries and restored some of his bodily strength. His severely wounded mental power, however, could not be replenished by those idiotic bloodline users he'd sent to their deaths. Bloodlines primarily affected one's constitution, unless it was a soul-type bloodline talent.
But this wasn't Wang Jiu's first time dealing with Old Ryan. She herself possessed the Ryan family bloodline, so she naturally knew their bloodline talent was not related to the soul.
Therefore, Old Ryan's soul had not recovered.
Old Ryan was completely stunned by the impact. Caught off guard, his face paled slightly, and he immediately pulled back to break free from Wang Jiu's mental lock.
How could her mental power be so strong?
While they knew Wang Jiu had returned from the 'outside,' they didn't know where exactly she had returned from, nor did they understand the significance of her return.
After all, not even Qing He had managed to discuss the details with Wang Jiu.
As for just how strong she was, perhaps many people would only find out after today.
With both Old Ryan and Lie Chi thwarted, it seemed for a moment that Wang Jiu was safe. Qing He and her group had reached the edge of the mist and were about to enter, when suddenly...
Why was the temperature so low?
The surface of the water instantly frosted over. In the freezing air, the group of Kings immediately detected movement beneath the waves.
Ice and frost spread as a frigid aura blotted out the sky. Then, a teleportation array appeared on the surface of the ice. Immediately after, they saw them: the Undead Race.
A vast and mighty army of Icebound Undead.
They had appeared, led by an Icebound Undead King whose power was comparable to that of a Spirit King.
Total forces: four hundred and fifty thousand.
High-level Icebound Undead: ten thousand.
They had arrived.
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