Chapter 363: The Arrival Of The Undead King
[Unknown World.]
Deep within the suffocating abyss of a sealed realm, Julian eyes snapped open, the sudden, blinding surge of distant energy violently pulling him from his meditation. He jumped to his feet in absolute shock, his dark aura flaring as the shadows behind his obsidian throne shifted. The cavernous space rumbled as the Primordial Hydra, the beast older than the current epoch, moved out from the void, its biggest, most terrifying head looming over the space.
"Golden Angel Clan?! I thought they were all wiped out?!" He asked in shock, his voice echoing against the unbreakable boundaries of his prison. The sheer impossibility of the sensation tore at his understanding of history.
"I also can’t believe this, one survived... Feeling his pure energy, he is a direct bloodline from the royal family." The Hydra muttered, its massive reptilian eyes wide with genuine awe.
Julian stared intensely at the apocalyptic sky of his cage, analyzing the eight seals—The massive, burning black suns that locked him away from the world. A deep, troubled frown formed on his face: "This just got complicated... Can you tell me his whereabouts?!" He asked, his mind racing to calculate the catastrophic variables.
The Primordial Hydra slowly closed his massive eyes, channeling his ancient cosmic senses through the dimensional rifts. After some agonizing seconds, he opened them again, the vertical slits narrowing:
"Second world... He is also close to that girl." He answered, the deep rumbling of his voice vibrating the stone floor.
"Huh? He is close to Mirabella?!" Julian asked in profound disbelief, violently turning around to face the towering Hydra. A sudden, irrational wave of dark jealousy and panic seized his heart:
"Is he courting her?!" He asked, his fists clenching tight enough to draw blood.
"I don’t know about that... You should think of a way out of here, unless your bride will be stolen from you." He said sarcastically, the beast amused by the supreme conqueror’s sudden insecurity.
"I am being serious here!! His blood is even more precious than the dragon clan!! Every single creature will find a way to get his blood!! Staying close to Mirabella will only draw more enemies towards her!!" He yelled at the Hydra, his possessive fury masking a deep, terrifying fear for her safety.
A Golden Angel was a walking treasure; their very existence was a beacon for unparalleled greed.
"You can’t do anything here! The seals are holding you back! How do you plan to escape?!" The Hydra paused, ready to lecture him on the futility of their imprisonment, when the very fabric of their reality violently shuddered.
CRACK!!
".....?!"
The two ancient beings turned their heads to the sky simultaneously, watching in absolute, paralyzed disbelief as two out of the eight oppressive black suns instantly lit up with blinding, divine golden light. The absolute laws of the prison shattered. The two watched in sheer disbelief as two of the seals lifted, remaining six.
".....?!"
The Primordial Hydra was entirely dumbfounded, his intellect failing to process the cause.
"Why did the seals open?" Julian asked in equal confusion, staring at the newly revealed patches of true, uncorrupted sky above them.
"I am also lost. Did Genevieve place some keys on his bloodline? So when he fully unlocked it, two seals were automatically undone?" The Hydra guessed, trying to piece together the fragmented lore of the ancient war and the Angelic Creator’s last, desperate gambits.
"This is very strange... Is she helping me or what?" Julian asked himself, his eyes narrowing in deep suspicion at the irony.
"Fool!! That means if the third and second world merged, you can view the world clearly!!" The Hydra yelled at him, realizing the massive advantage the broken seals provided.
"Hahaha! You have a point!! In one year!! I just need one year!! My Queen! Please hold on still then!!" He said, laughing out loud, his manic, booming laughter echoing across the desolate plains of his prison.
Below the jagged cliffs of his throne, the hundreds of millions of dark legions immediately bowed their heads in fanatic reverence, as more pure, unadulterated sunlight shone brilliantly from the three unlocked seals, illuminating their armor.
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[Fourth World.]
Deep in a dark castle, suspended high above a blood-red sky, an ancient, terrifying man slowly opened his glowing red eyes. The mere act of his awakening caused the ambient energy in the entire fortress to freeze into frost.
"Angel Clan? And four seals gone?" He slowly stood up from his dark, bone-forged throne, moving his cold, predatory gaze on the vast, empty throne room. The shadows themselves seemed to cower from his presence.
"What is happening out there? I thought I killed every single soul from the Angel clan?! How did one survive?! Did Genevieve..." He paused, the very name of his ancient enemy leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He had personally orchestrated the genocide of the golden wings, bathing his hands in their divine blood, then how?
"Come."
The spatial fabric directly before him shattered like fragile glass, and a terrifying, towering walking black skeleton clad in tattered, black robes walked out from the rift, the air temperature plummeting instantly.
"I want you to venture to the second world, and kill that Golden Angel!" He ordered, his voice echoing with absolute authority.
"My King, I am a King stage cultivator, the second world can’t hold my powers." The Skeleton said respectfully, the blue soul-fire in its eye sockets dimming as it bowed low, completely not daring to look up at the terrifying man who ruled the Fourth World.
"Just scatter your bones, and formed ten separate bodies!! Each of them should have peak strength that world can withstand!! Deal with it!!" He snapped at the skeleton, refusing to accept any excuses when his grand design was threatened.
"I obey." The Skeleton nodded its skull, acknowledging the process of dividing its soul, and vanished flawlessly into the void.
"Come out!"
The space before the throne shattered again, this time radiating an intoxicating, demonic charm. A stunningly beautiful red hair woman with ten ethereal, sweeping fox tails walked out, her very presence warping the minds of any lesser beings. She bowed gracefully: "My king."
"Go to the other major clans, tell them anyone who can kill the golden Angel will gain ten billion evolution stones!!" He decreed, unleashing a bounty so astronomically massive it would plunge entire civilizations into a frenzy of greed and bloodlust.
"I obey." She nodded with a beautiful, deeply sinister smile, perfectly understanding the chaos this would unleash, and vanished from the dark hall in a swirl of crimson petals.
Left alone in the deafening silence of his throne room, the King looked up at the ceiling, his red eyes burning with ancient hatred.
"Genevieve, oh Genevieve... You can scatter your soul, but you can not hide forever."
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[Third World.]
[Leaders Hall.]
Inside the grand, magically reinforced council room, a heated debate abruptly died. Lamashtu violently froze mid-sentence. Not only her, but the mighty spirit creature emperor, Marriott, also froze, the color draining from his face. The two powerful leaders looked at one another in profound, unspoken terror, and simultaneously stood up from their grand chairs, their sudden, erratic actions causing the remaining factions’ leaders to turn towards them in deep confusion.
"What happened?" A gruff, armored dwarf asked with a slight frown, gripping his warhammer.
"We will be back." The two said in hurried unison, and instantaneously vanished from the room, leaving a trail of spatial distortion behind.
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The two leaders reappeared on a desolate, freezing mountain peak overlooking the jagged badlands of the Third World. Seconds later, the space violently cracked opened, leaking the foul stench of death, and the towering black skeleton walked out, the air around it decaying instantly.
"Greetings Undead King!"
The two rulers of the Third World said simultaneously, immediately dropping to their knees and bowing their heads at the terrifying black skeleton, showing absolute, unquestioning submission.
"You sensed it?" The Undead King’s voice rasped like grinding tombstones.
The two simply nodded their heads, cold sweat dripping down their faces, completely not daring to say anything out of turn.
"The King is enraged, and I am here to clean this up... Take me to the boundary, I will create a hole and enter the second world!! You guys know what to do, right?!"
"Yes!!" The two nodded their heads again in frantic agreement.
Lamashtu kept her eyes glued to the frost-covered stone beneath her knees.
’This skeleton has the exact same baseline strength as me, but it possesses something I absolutely don’t have, Immortality, and endless energy.’ Lamashtu thought to herself in pure dread, not daring to rise her head even a fraction of an inch to look at the monstrosity.
’It’s the only known creature in the entirety of the four worlds that absolutely can’t be killed.’
