As she connected with the creatures, Abby felt their hostile feelings, an experience similar to that of decades ago, when she had done similar experints for the first ti. But the creatures now were much stronger than then.
Abby had to concentrate and absorb both Minos' help and Ruth's support to stand her ground against several of these creatures simultaneously.
'Luckily Minos is putting pressure on them.' She thought as she acted little by little against parts of them, leaving the rest under the effects of Minos' abilities.
Minos used his different abilities to suppress the creatures. Two of them beca immobile under the illusion that their existence had been thrown away. Even though they had no ntal strength in those states, their bodies acted on impulses. And at that mont, their impulses were receiving confusing information from their surroundings, paralyzing them.
anwhile, Minos sucked the energies out of two other individuals, making them so susceptible to the gravitational pressure in the area that they both fell to their knees on the ground.
The others were feeling the temporal suppression of Minos' main divine ability.
Ruth felt her energies being rapidly drained by Abby and Minos and was soon sweating and open-mouthed.
"I'm going to withdraw," she said when she was close to her limit, when three of the corpses had already undergone critical transformations in their essences. Now they no longer looked like deford monsters who were thirsting for blood. They now looked like ordinary cultivators, each of them proving useful in paralyzing their master's other targets.
anwhile, Abby and Minos moved to act against the more aggressive and powerful ones, seeing that these would be difficult to hold off. With a aningful look between the two of them, they moved together to remove all the black liquid from those creatures.
Abby had already removed enough of the three undead to help her keep the rest of their objects of interest in check. She soon began to add more and more of the Drops of Hell, reaching a volu greater even than the one Armhands had when they began their experints.
"Let's take a break." Minos said as he felt himself nearing his limit, when there were finally only four corpses left for them to act on once they had recovered.
For that mont, the three undead under Abby's control kept the agitated enemies pinned down by using the advantage of having their cultivations strengthened by Minos' innate ability, while their targets were weakened.
These were mid-level 12th stage corpses, at the limit of what Abby's powers could currently affect. But they could last for months in the condition they were in now. So neither Minos nor Abby bothered with them as they walked away to ditate.
Minos imdiately felt the energy of the area fueling his body without even having to go through the normal ditation process. As soon as he felt a little better, he used Temporal Sands first on Abby and then on himself to speed up the process.
By this point, hours had passed since they began their work in this underground area. The n from Armhands had already finished analyzing the cave's surroundings and were beginning their construction, so having already set up a small camp there and others already starting to build essential infrastructure.
...
The next day, Minos and Abby finished dealing with the remaining bodies and now had 7 new mbers in their group!
Of these individuals, previously belonging to the Macabre Horde, 5 of them were natives of Uzira, while 2 were aliens who had died on that continent.
When Minos and Abby had finished with the seven and had begun to listen to their origins, their group stopped to rest, soon sitting down around the undead sevens. Everyone was a little curious to hear the stories of corpses that had been part of the Macabre Horde.
"Miss, I don't really rember my ti between my death and your call," said one of those beings, a level 119 corpse, the strongest of the group. "All I know is that I moved for a long ti, as if I were on an endless walk. Apart from that, all there was was a terrible hunger. But that passed the mont I felt its magical fluctuation."
Everyone heard the sa thing from the seven and gave up on finding out anything about the ti these individuals had been around the Awakening Peak.
"And before that? Do you rember anything?" Abby asked.
The corpses she had controlled to date had always had their mories intact. But she had never dealt with a being that had been under the effects of the black liquid for so long. And judging by the cultivation of these beings, she wouldn't be surprised if their situation was very different from those she had dealt with.
"Yes, I rember. I was a mber of a sect in Uzira. Immoral Vitality. That was the na of the cult. I died in Bronze Cypress Woods, surrounded by mbers of a tribe... I... I murdered a beast that tried to vie with for an important resource. That put them on my tail, and eventually I was surrounded and killed."
"Do you rember anything between your death and the mont you started to move and feel that hunger you described?" Minos was the one to ask.
The undead looked at Minos and shook his head. "No. I don't rember. In fact, even when I was walking non-stop, the feeling was that this ti was infinitesimally short compared to the ti I was alive and after my miss's call." He showed Abby.
"So you know nothing about the Hell?" Gloria sighed in disappointnt.
After finding out about this place, they were all very curious and interested in information about this hell.
They needed to prepare for the Hell!
"Hell? What is that?" Not only one of the undead expressed this reaction, but all the others were in the dark about this Hell.
Minos and the others looked at each other, realizing that the Hell was not sothing known to everyone, as was the case with the Upper Realm.
Minos sighed at not getting anything more relevant here, but it wasn't the end of the world. He didn't expect to get any answers quickly and as soon as the group had had ti to rest, they would get back to work to continue building the guild's new outpost.
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