Chapter 891: Chapter 376: Authority of the Undead—How Difficult Is It to Kill an Evil God?!
Just as the Flesh Butcher was ascending to godhood, he suddenly sensed something, sharply turned to face a certain direction, and his aura erupted like magma!
The war axe of blood and flesh in his hand was swung with brutal force.
Crack~
The void ahead shattered outright.
The next moment.
From the dark rift surged waves of undead aura that made one’s heart tremble.
That power drilled straight into the Flesh Butcher’s body, causing his aura to transform once again!
Focusing his senses, the headless Divine Spirit before his eyes seemed to no longer exist, but instead became a tomb buried beneath the earth for hundreds of thousands of years.
By the time the spatial rift returned to normal, the aura on the Flesh Butcher’s body also gradually stabilized.
Lear, who had been silently watching all of this, finally asked with curiosity.
"Any gains?!"
The Flesh Butcher’s voice carried a rare hint of excitement.
"My Lord, after my ascension, I have taken control of a small portion of the Authority of the Undead!"
"You told me before that by blood-sacrificing a million undead, I could obtain a portion of the scattered Authority of the Undead. After the blood sacrifice I never managed to control it, so I thought the number sacrificed wasn’t enough and kept on offering more..."
"Turns out, one needs to become a Divine Spirit to control it..."
Lear finally understood.
Previously, he had received intel that blood-sacrificing a million undead could seize 2% of the Authority of the Undead.
But afterward, there were too many matters in the Original Plane, and the Flesh Butcher had always been someone he could放心 with, so he hadn’t paid much attention.
Now it was good—double happiness at the door.
He opened the other party’s Attribute Panel and glanced over it, and sure enough, under the Authority column there was an extra line—Authority of the Undead: 2%.
The more Authority one controls, the stronger the corresponding Power of Rules they can mobilize. These 2% Authority are far from much, but they still provide a considerable Enhance to his combat strength.
As for the Authority controlled by the God of Undead, it was probably higher than 80%... but from this one could also see how terrifying those behind-the-scenes hands wanting to overturn everything were.
A being that powerful had actually been quietly hunted down.
This not only plunged the entire Undead Plane into chaos, but even threatened to shatter a Plane that had existed for countless ages... Having lost their lair, what would the undead Gods use to face the changes to come?
He shook his head, withdrew his thoughts, and continued.
"Radina, first get familiar with your Authority. Once you fully master this power, return to the Undead Plane... After that, you need to prepare for the changes to come."
This absurdly huge upheaval would have a far-reaching impact on the current situation.
The Main Plane did not only have the Northern Province and a country like the Griffin Kingdom; further south were dozens of empires, duchies, and countless territories built by intelligent beings.
It was just that the south was too far from the Northern Province, and even farther—tens of thousands of kilometers—from the Wilderness, so he normally didn’t pay attention.
But the ecology of the Main Plane was interconnected. If no other regions helped share the pressure borne by the Wilderness, then how much hostile scrutiny would Weilu City have to face?
"Your will is above all!"
"If I return to the Undead Plane, I can master the Authority faster..."
The Flesh Butcher once again pressed his fist to his chest and bowed, his posture as humbly submissive as ever.
Hearing this, Lear said nothing more and waved for the other party to leave first.
Now that the Flesh Butcher had already achieved Ascension, and with the Talent of Rekindling, even if he encountered a powerful enemy there was no need to worry.
What he was pondering now was: knowing in advance that the Undead Plane would shatter, was there any way to profit from it?
Otherwise, this 6 Stars intel would be a bit of a waste...
After thinking for a long time, he opened the intel again, and finally stopped at the information about the Holy Song Clan being attacked, and the Authority of the Abyss Duke—the Blood Lord—being able to help an Extraordinary Vampire named Tulos ascend.
It was about time to call in some external aid... By then, several matters could be resolved in one go.
But before that, he had to refine the War Intent Chains.
Also, the Authority of Flame, the only Authority left to the God of Flame and Rekindling, needed to be stripped from him as well.
Living just fine and yet coming to provoke him—if that god had obediently stayed hidden, Lear wouldn’t have found him... Now look, not only was the Authority of Rekindling gone, even the Authority of Flame was about to be confiscated.
Sigh, this God of Flames was truly a great benefactor, delivering wealth and treasures right to his door.
With a faint smile at the corner of his lips, Lear drew out the soul of the being who could now only be called the God of Flames.
That faint shadow looked like the shade of a tree at high noon when the sun stood overhead; because the light was scattering from all directions, it was just as dim...
With his consciousness clear again, the God of Flames, upon seeing Lear, felt his mood sink even heavier than the first day back at work or school after a long break.
What did this damned Swamp God want now?
Sensing the other party’s terror, Lear’s face showed a gentle smile.
"No need to be afraid, sir. This time I can let you be reborn..."
As his words fell, he waved a hand toward the violently trembling shadow.
A surge of upward force rose around them, hauling the shadow sharply upward, slamming it straight into the sun.
The God of Flames felt a terrifying heat pressing in, and that bad premonition in his heart rose to the extreme.
"S-spare me... great Swamp God, I’m willing to submit to you, willing to become your slave!"
"I can offer you my soul... ah... no, no..."
Unable to hold back any longer, he began to plead in the most base, servile manner. That lofty arrogance that once looked down on all things had completely vanished.
But no one answered him. Lear’s gaze was as calm and deep as an ancient well.
Having grown through countless battles and slaughter, through Steel Saber and blood, this Lord’s will had long since become Indestructible.
He watched as the God of Flames entered the sun... Accompanied by one final tragic scream, that shadow was completely swallowed by the sun.
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