novelraw Chapter 325: Congratulations, you’ve guessed correctly. Your reward is death!
Chapter 325: Congratulations, you’ve guessed correctly. Your reward is death!
Every Hell Warrior faced at least dozens of Emperor-level Dark Shadows. Even though they themselves were of Emperor-level, they lacked any special talents. How could they possibly withstand such an onslaught? Within moments, a million Hell Warriors were annihilated.
"Damn it! It’s you! Again, it’s you!"
Just as Alexander was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the furious voice of the Patrolling Envoy resounded. As the Patrolling Envoy, he had been a target of special attention from Alexander. He was surrounded by at least a thousand Dark Shadows to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
However, at this moment, dark Ghost Energy infused with forbidden power transformed into numerous razor-sharp blades. In the blink of an eye, they reduced the Dark Shadows encircling the Patrolling Envoy to mere fragments.
The Patrolling Envoy dismounted and soared into the sky, enveloped by swirling Ghost Energy. His aura was terrifyingly potent, and he held a long sword as he looked down at tens of thousands of ghost soldiers.
"Alexander! It’s you, isn’t it? As I expected, you’ve shown up. Come out and meet your doom!"
His aura even surpassed that of the Inheritance Ghost Emperor! The Patrolling Envoy’s presence had unexpectedly broken the current limits of the Horror World, reaching the level of Ghost Saints!
However, that terrifying attack that instantaneously killed nearly a thousand Ghost Emperors had evidently not come without cost; gripping his long sword, his chest heaved unevenly.
"Ghost Saints, impressive indeed! But how many Dark Shadows can you kill?"
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Alexander’s mouth. He did not reveal himself but instead had all his duplicates quickly disperse.
The tens of millions of Dark Shadows that had been summoned soared into the sky, converging on the Patrolling Envoy. These Dark Shadows had only limited amounts of empowered Ghost Energy, enough for just a few attacks.
"Damn you! You think you’re the only one who can summon?"
Blades of ghostly energy gathered around the Patrolling Envoy as he slashed through the charging Dark Shadows, his face turning grim. Extending his right hand, a pitch-black bell, somewhat resembling a silver bell, materialized.
The black bell hovered above the Patrolling Envoy’s head, emitting deep, ancient gong-like sounds. The surrounding white mist began to churn rapidly.
The black bell floated above the Patrolling Envoy’s head, emitting sounds reminiscent of ancient, muffled gongs. The surrounding white mist began to churn rapidly.
Countless tendrils of white fog roiled and condensed like boiling water, as the thundering sound of hooves rang out like a tsunami.
Then, swarms of Hell Warriors poured out of the white fog, dense and unending. As if infinite, the Hell Warriors who emerged first immediately swung their swords at the Dark Shadows.
Even more Hell Warriors charged towards Alexander and his duplicates.
"What the hell is this black bell? It can actually summon so many Hell Warriors! Boss, we need to act and get rid of that black bell and the Patrolling Envoy!" The first duplicate said, his face grim as he approached Alexander and spoke in a low voice.
"No rush!" Alexander, who had been prepared to activate his duplicate control and leave with all his duplicates, actually breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the newcomers weren’t White Clothes. His eyes shifted towards the edge of the mist.
That was the earliest battlefield. A few summoned Hell Warriors lay there, slain by Dark Shadows. Their corpses remained on the ground without vanishing.
Looking at those bodies and their armor, a glint flashed through Alexander’s eyes.
"You can’t be serious, boss! At a time like this, you’re still thinking about killing for loot?" The first duplicate exclaimed in astonishment.
"Free loot is free loot! Everyone, activate Hell Curse!" Alexander ordered, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
As long as the enemy didn’t directly summon the White Clothes, there was nothing for him to fear. Upon hearing Alexander’s command, all duplicates activated Hell Curse simultaneously.
There were a million duplicates, and even the weakest among them had a Ghost Energy reserve exceeding a hundred billion.
Nearly a million duplicates summoned over a billion Dark Shadows. Like a dark ocean, countless Dark Shadows surged towards the incessantly emerging Hell Warriors.
Every second, tens of thousands of Hell Warriors perished. Similarly, every second saw numerous Dark Shadows either slain or vanishing due to depleted Ghost Energy. Gradually, as the death toll of Hell Warriors exceeded ten million, the churning white mist began to still, no longer spawning new Hell Warriors from its depths.
Cornered by the Dark Shadows, the Patrolling Envoy’s face twisted in grimace. Lifting his right hand, another black bell materialized.
"Again?" Alexander was reaching his limit.
The battlefield was already awash with nearly a billion Hell Warriors clashing with the Dark Shadows. Although the ordinary Hell Warriors were augmented by equipment, they seemed to have zero combat experience and displayed no tactics.
The Dark Shadows, although not fortified by equipment and unable to sustain Emperor-level combat power, were entities born for battle. Their synergy enabled them to steadily maintain the upper hand.
But if the Patrolling Envoy were to pull another trick, the Dark Shadows might not withstand the onslaught. Hell Curse was a single-use talent—once spent, it was gone.
"You can no longer be allowed to exist!" Alexander’s eyes sharpened. He deactivated his Perfect Identity Card, instantly triggering all his combat talents and spatial abilities. His form vanished from its original location, only to reappear behind the Hell Warrior Patrolling Envoy a moment later.
"Finally forced you out! Just a mere Ghost Emperor..." the Patrolling Envoy sneered. But his expression froze the next moment as his eyes fixed on the longsword in Alexander’s hand.
"The Underworld Sword! The paired blade of Hades, the Ghost God!" A flicker of horror appeared on the Patrolling Envoy’s face. His hand shimmered with radiant light, and a silvery-white bell—familiar to Alexander—materialized in his grip.
If Alexander guess is correct, this thing must be his means of communicating with the White Clothes. This guy is about to summon another powerful being.
"Congratulations, you’ve guessed correctly. Your reward... is death!"
Alexander would naturally not let his opponent bring the White Clothes into play. A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes as he activated the final property of the Underworld Sword.
"Special Property 7—Lord of Hell’s Peerless Sword Realm!"
Between heaven and earth, boundless Ghost Energy and swirling white mist converged toward Alexander. The corpses on the ground disintegrated while the mist in the sky surged forward. Blades formed from the gathering Ghost Energy and mist appeared around Alexander, their razor-sharp auras swirling around each sword.
One blade, two blades...
One thousand, two thousand...
Ten thousand, twenty thousand...
In the blink of an eye, the entire sky was filled with swords. It was as if a sea of blades had enveloped the whole of Cangshan City.