Chapter 955: Chapter 472: The Founding of the Corpse Court, Magic Control Achieved (Part 2)
At the peak of this Corpse Mountain, a handso white-haired young man in a Black Robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
An obscure and mysterious fluctuation radiated from him, the hem of his Magic Robe billowed without wind. Behind him, in the Void above his head, black stars erged one by one.
At a certain mont, those black stars lit up simultaneously, forming a line.
In an instant, vast death energy surged down from the Void, causing the Corpse Mountain beneath the youth to crumble and weather into sand.
From each crumbling corpse, a faint black light erged, like countless black Fireflies quickly ascending into the air. Finally, they gathered behind the youth, forming a giant dark aura resembling a teor.
An indescribable aura of cold, desolation, and death spread out, making the youth the most powerful and evil existence in this corrupted land.
At this mont, the ancient Square-cornered Cow Bell held in the youth’s hand lightly shook, and a Ghost, resembling a pale boy with blood-stained eyes, swiftly flew out from the bell.
It wobbled as it ascended, seemingly finding a ho in the gathered, vast death energy, which all drilled into the boy’s body.
The latter’s body quickly inflated, as if suddenly acquiring a physical form.
Muscles bulged under its thin body, but quickly rotted away, turning into pus and corpse fluid that flowed downward. Its once delicate face beca terrifying and grotesque, and its eyes were filled with pain and struggle.
The teor black ring behind the youth dispersed, rapidly condensing the outlines of tiered corpse steps under the ghost boy’s feet.
An undead throne full of darkness and death style erged from thin air. The ghost boy sat on the throne, his strong, decaying body covered with magnificent armor, looking like an Undead Tyrant.
When the distorted and bent crown adorned its head, the last trace of pain and struggle in its eyes vanished completely, leaving only a deep sense of majesty and ferocity.
Just then, a tall, slender figure quietly appeared.
The newly born Undead Tyrant seed to find a target instantly. Without any words, he suddenly drew the rotting, rusted King’s Long Sword from his waist, and slashed at the newcor.
Countless death energy in the Void was stirred by this slash, forming a massive unmatched black sword arc. Wherever it passed, even the Void was tainted with a thick aura of death and decay.
The newcor was unhurried, simply spreading a curtain of shadow. The imposing black sword arc fell silent and fell into the shadow like a sky screen.
In the shadow curtain erged an invisible vortex, emitting a terrifying suction force that instantly pulled the Tyrant off the throne, making it stagger towards the vortex.
As the Tyrant and the throne were about to be swallowed together by the shadow vortex, the white-haired, handso youth who controlled everything finally opened his eyes quietly.
His eyes were a strange, dead white without pupils, only two jade-like black orbs swiftly rotating within.
“Sajadi….”
The youth uttered hoarse, ancient syllables. Facing the shadow vortex, he raised a single hand and gently pointed.
In a flash, everything seed to freeze.
The trembling throne, the embarrassed tyrant, the cracked steps, and the flowing death energy… all gathered to a point, turning into a giant black mass resembling a dead teor, quickly pushing forward.
In just an instant, signs of collapse appeared in the vortex within the shadows.
The newcor squinted his eyes, and shadows resembling dragon wings unfurled from his back—then a second, a third, a fourth….
One by one, the shadows resembling dragon wings quickly overlapped, finally transforming into a giant, long scythe that fell with a horizontal slash—
Silently, the black teor split into two, the death energy dissipating with the destruction, swallowed by the waves of shadow churned up by the scythe….
“Outside, if your worshippers and followers knew that what they revere, Golden Dawn more glorious and majestic than the Sun, has now beco this evil figure full of death energy, I wonder if their faith would collapse…”
The shadows in the sky retracted like gathering wings, disappeared behind Angelie, who looked at Ronan and said in an exaggerated tone.
Ronan calmly stood up, the ghastly white and jade in his eyes vanished, the ocean-like death energy around him retreated.
“It seems you’ve figured out Gorini’s origins.”
Angelie retracted his smile, lightly shook his head, “I went to the Hall of Spirits you ntioned, but couldn’t find the fifth layer.”
“Then why are you looking for ?”
“To say goodbye.”
“You’re leaving?!”
Ronan’s expression shifted slightly, “Heading to the Middle Ring?”
Angelie nodded slowly, “To be precise, Narros can’t wait to leave, and he’ll lead the Ghost Flower Society back to the Middle Ring officially.
He asked to inquire if you want to go together.
Don’t bla for not reminding you, it won’t be long before the Sinking Eye closes again.”
Ronan thought for a mont, then said, “You go first. Once we’re in the Middle Ring, how should we contact each other?”
Communication Tools from the Upper Ring Continent, once in the Middle Ring, may not work, just like when Ronan first arrived in the Central Region from the Southern Region.
“I knew this would be your answer.”
Angelie chuckled, casually tossing sothing to Ronan.
Ronan caught it, discovering it was the Black Egg Angelie had used before, its surface exceedingly soft, with sothing seeming to gestate inside.
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