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Chapter 1190 1188. You are about to see Hades, why not bow?
Murphy is no longer the little lord who had never seen the world, but the scene before him is indeed the first time that he has truly "shown his prowess in public."

Therefore, the vampire lord who attached great importance to respectability even did his homework and found a deserted place to rehearse several times to ensure that his "first performance" was flawless, but in fact Murphy himself knew that this was just a "formality."

After all, as the Lord of Hades/Yellow Springs/Death, his power is final and irrefutable, at least when it comes to matters concerning the underworld and the dead.

He could easily wake up one day holding Tris or Adele or all three of them together, and driven by some uncontrollable grumpiness, designate some unlucky people as enemies of the underworld. However, the sense of ritual is indeed very important.

Murphy felt that he was now a top figure on the continent, so he had to behave properly no matter what he did, right?

So this is how Ms. Effie risked her life to lure the two golden undead out.

But it turns out that Murphy's authority as Lord Pluto is indeed very useful at the rule level when facing the undead.

The moment his projection appeared, the two Undead ancestors who had raised their weapons and were ready to hack Effie to death on the spot immediately began to twitch, and their death energy began to run wild uncontrollably, forcing the powerful Golden One to kneel on the ground.

And as Murphy said "You are free", in just a moment, the death restraints imposed on the two golden undead by Yuan himself were broken like a piece of paper.

Ms. Effie, who was standing there, could even clearly hear the invisible sound of the chains collapsing, as if the powerful Lord Pluto had cast his Spear of Judgment across the endless sky, smashing the Witch Cult's ugly method of binding the undead to pieces at this moment.

Even though these golden skeletons that were stolen from tombs all over the continent have more or less traces of chaos enhancement, as long as they are still undead and still in the material world, they must accept the management and constraints of the underworld.

This is not a battle between order and chaos, it's just that the "underlying code" of this world is written this way.

This is the rule in this area of ​​the material world, and no matter how angry the Chaos Shadows are, it will be of no avail.

"what"

An ancient sigh emanated from the rotten vocal cords of the undead warrior holding a huge axe.

It shook its body, and its restrained turbid will quickly awakened at this moment.

It felt that the warm touch from Lord Pluto had left a mark on its long-dormant soul, like a blessing given specifically to the dead, allowing it to finally no longer obey orders like a bound dog.

The performance of the other Undead Hunter was even more exaggerated.

The latter has already prostrated himself on the ground, singing loudly in a rotten voice in praise of the gifts and generosity of Lord Pluto. From his weird "excitement" that does not belong to a living person, one can feel the joy of this guy at the moment.

Ms. Effie next to them was stunned.

She knew that the emblem Murphy gave her was likely to be useful. After all, Governor Murphy's image was still very reliable among the Helms Rangers. But she never expected that this thing would be so useful?

No, man!
Just with this one sentence from you, the two golden undeads turned against you on the spot?
This is what you say!

“There are more than two.”

Murphy's strangely joyful voice rang in the ears of the shocked Ms. Effie, and at the moment when his projection dissipated, he reminded:

“Go, Ms. Effie, and take over the free dead.

I appoint you as the temporary commander of the Undead Resistance Army by the supreme decree jointly issued by Lord Pluto, Lord Huangquan and Lord of Withering! Before I lead the Withering Army to the battlefield, I ask you to restrict the actions of the Witch Cult and kill as many of the enemy's living forces as possible.

At the rate the undead march, we will arrive in two days.

I have mobilized the power of Adel Hades to form a small death tide in the battlefield area. A steady stream of local undead will be awakened and join you.

Command them!
Release all the humiliation and anger you have suffered over the years on this battlefield!

But the source is my prey!
So, don’t steal heads.”

"Farewell, Your Excellency Pluto."

Ms. Effie, in a very "acting spirit", sent Murphy's projection away.

She bent down, picked up the bloody emblem on the ground, and put it into her hunter's tool bag as if it were a treasure.

This thing can summon the projection of "Lord Pluto". No matter from which level you look at it, it is an absolutely awesome "artifact". Although the Helms people have many rules, they are not pedantic. Especially for the leader of the Helms Rangers, having this thing is enough to provide Ms. Effie with an extra guarantee for her future dangerous hunting career.

"You are. Little Effie?"

A hoarse voice came from the side, and Ms. Effie turned around and saw her great-grandfather leaning on his battle axe and looking at her with a discerning look. The golden undead said softly:
"How long have I been enslaved?"

"Your remains were stolen by the Twilight Villains seven years ago. You first appeared as a slaver three years ago. During this period, I had four direct encounters with you."

Effie bowed to her great-grandfather and said:
"The current head of the family asked me to take your remains and those of several other elders back to the cemetery at all costs, or to allow you and them to rest in peace. You know, this is the tradition of our Helms people. And today, I can finally proudly declare it to you!
I have accomplished my mission.”

"Good! My great-granddaughter has indeed inherited the bravery of the rebels!"

The axe-wielding undead exclaimed:

"It's a pity that we, the old bones who have long died, have brought shame to our family and hometown. Fortunately, Lord Hades has shown mercy and freed us from that shameful slavery.

I ask you, Effie, how many restless souls are there who are experiencing the same situation as us?"

"a lot of."

Ms. Effie took out a scroll, unrolled it before her eyes, and said to her great-grandfather:
"The Witch Cult has been excavating and stealing the remains of powerful people in the Old World over the years. They are trying to use this method to form an invincible undead army.

There were more than forty bodies stolen from Hermes Island alone, nine of which were golden ones. We purified three of them, and when this scope was extended to all races and regions of the entire Old World, the number of disturbed dead had exceeded a thousand.

You who were enslaved and the ever-growing Flesh-Tearers together formed the Witch Cult's most solid offensive force. We tracked them down several times but were never able to carry out a devastating blow against them.

But it is just as you said, Lord Pluto is now on our side!
The perverse deeds of the Witch Cult have dug them an insurmountable and fatal pit. The organization is destined to perish here, and their downfall will be accomplished by us and you!
This is the revenge of the Helmsmen."

"Well, this is our revenge!"

The axe-wielding undead nodded.

He glanced at his silent companion, then turned around and strode in the direction he came from. Ms. Effie also sent out a signal to assemble, asking the Helms Rangers who were hunting around to gather in her direction, ready to follow the free undead bosses and launch the most determined destructive attack on the Witch Cult's position.

When Effie followed her two elders to a hill on the Royal Court battlefield, what caught her eyes was the enemy camp that had already begun to burn.

"Lord Hades is calling me to bring down the fire of death! Lord Huangquan promised me the glory of ascending to the underworld! The Lord of Withering is directly commanding and encouraging me! Ah, my glory, the glory of death! You dog! The majesty of the underworld cannot be desecrated!
In the name of the will of Hades!

I sentence you to the punishment of phosphorous fire!

Execute immediately! "

The green eerie phosphorous fire formed a flying flaming giant snake like a splashing tide, and was directed by an undead spellcaster holding a bone staff to sweep across the core area of ​​the Witch Cult's position with the wild laughter. The vengeful phosphorous fire stained everything that could burn, rolling and burning, swallowing up the unprepared Witch Cult believers one by one and burning them to ashes. "That's 'Fire Dancer' Bannick!"

Ms. Effie said:

"The most famous golden wild wizard in the Saxe region, active during the Second Black Disaster. The time and place of his death remain a mystery. To this day, there are still legends about Bannick's fire treasure in that forest.

This witch cult is really powerful!

They were able to find the remains of the wild wizard Bannick in the historical legends, but they shot themselves in the foot."

“Die! Die! Prepare to die! Ahahahaha, fighting, it’s so cool!”

Before Effie could finish her introduction, the roaring war cry from the undead erupted in the blazing battlefield, causing the three onlookers to look forward.

Several vampires from the Death Fang Clan had just taken off from the rolling phosphorescent fire when they were hit in the body by the barbarian flying axes coming from behind. The heavy flying axes carried with them the terrifying death energy, causing the vampires to fall to the ground with screams.

Then, a merciless cutting storm followed the swinging of the skeleton giant sword, mixed with phosphorous fire to form a deadly flame strangling whirlwind, which swept in the vampires who were unable to dodge and the wild flesh-tearing ghosts rushing out from the surroundings.

When the deadly sword wind subsided, all that was left was the gray-white stone statue that was cut into pieces and the flesh and blood fragments of the flesh-tearing ghosts scattered all over the ground. It was like a sweeping storm sweeping across the dark land, displaying the majesty of death in an extremely exaggerated way.

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The powerful barbarian fighter and the Nord swordmaster wielding a huge blade joined forces out of the fire.

The two people who were perfect opponents in life seemed eager to "renew their past relationship" after they were revived and conscious after death, but they soon passed each other and each chose those members of the Witch Cult who were ambushed and began to slaughter the dead.

Lord Pluto is watching them!
The great man who gave them free will longed to see the supreme majesty of Hades exerted on the enemies of Hades through their hands. They must not disappoint Lord Hades! And the humiliation of being enslaved.
Well, when the Witch Cult puts the dog chain around their necks, they should be prepared to be bitten back.

That's right!

Today's massacre was a purely personal vendetta between the deceased and the cultists!
"Oh, my war dog, Death is hungry, Hades is hungry for more souls, bite them! Gnaw them! Eat, eat, feast on this vengeful blood."

The eerie roar sounded again.

As the hunting whip was whipped, the furious war hounds of Hades formed a tide of attack, howling as they rushed into the burning battlefield of the material world, wrapped and covered in the dark blue spiritual fire, and began to rush around under the command of the undead, turning the already chaotic camp into a pot of boiling hot porridge even more chaotic.

"Barbaric fighter Hughes, Wind Chaser Nolan, and War Dog King Carter are all heroes from various countries who have gone down in history. Their legends are still circulating across the continent. I am so honored to be able to fight alongside them today!"

Ms. Effie followed her two ancestors into the chaotic Witch Cult camp.

She was like a little fangirl chasing stars. Every time she saw a powerful golden undead on the battlefield, she would shout out the other's name, and sigh in her heart that these bastards from the Witch Cult must have some weird "stamp collecting" hobby, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how they could gather all kinds of undead bones from all over the world together.

Unfortunately, the underworld magic that Luna secretly learned from the Songhai people could not be used to resist the spirit energy of death and the master of the underworld.

Murphy chose this moment to designate the members of Dusk as the enemies of Hades in order to allow this bomb to explode in the heart of the Witch Cult in the most explosive manner, like a most deadly backstab, inflicted by Lord Hades himself.

Well, what an honor it is!

But Murphy felt that such punishment was not enough to show his majesty as the King of the Underworld, so he set off a small tide of death psychic energy on the battlefield, so that the souls of the Witch Cult members who were killed by the angry golden undead were also captured by Adel Hades, and were transformed into the ugliest ghouls, allowing them to join in this feast of slaughter.

So, the undead VS the fallen son of God, the ghoul VS the flesh-tearer, the Helms Rangers VS the Death Fang Alien!

Murphy's chess piece has fallen, and the situation on the battlefield has changed at this moment!
However, anyone with a discerning eye can see what Murphy wants to do. He wants to create a "disaster of the undead" to bury the Witch Cult completely. It's a great idea, and it makes people's hearts spin. The only problem is that this is the first time Murphy has done such a thing and he didn't control his strength well. His hands were clumsy and he seemed to have used a little too much force.

And the result
"What the hell is going on!!!"

As Lord Yvette, the leader of the group, holding a bunch of laughing flowers, stared in amazement, the elven tomb in front of her shook abnormally and collapsed, revealing the moon elf-style coffin. This was clearly the aftereffect of the power of the underworld.

As Yvette's eyes twitched, the lid of the coffin that had been buried for hundreds of years was opened with a bang, and then a skinny hand wearing a rotten glove stretched out from the coffin, grabbed the coffin and stood up.

Ms. Raven, the moon priestess who had been dead for hundreds of years, opened her eyes blankly.

She seemed to have had a very long dream and was still a little confused when she woke up. Then, as her rusty neck twisted, she saw her favorite "little cutie" Yvette standing in front of her holding her favorite Laughter Flower.

That charming face looked as if it had seen a ghost.
"Little Leah, come and give me a hand."

Ms. Raven said, rubbing her brow.

Because the Moon Priestess was embalmed when she was buried, she did not show any serious decay hundreds of years after her death. Her body only shrunk a little. However, her hoarse voice when she spoke startled the priest of the Moon Elf royal family.

Then all kinds of images emerged in her mind, and the power and blessing from the underworld allowed her to recall everything quickly.

"So, I've been dead for so long?"

Ms. Raven sighed, and she stood up from the coffin tremblingly, looking at Lord Yvette with a dull look in her eyes. She stretched out her fingers wrapped with cold energy, stroked her little cutie's cheek, and said:
"You have been through a lot, my poor little Leah. I fell into death and you walked into midnight. Fate has been so cruel to us. But don't break my heart. Don't tell me that you have found a new partner after I left."

"Those are just dregs. You know, I will always love only you. My Raven, all my love, attachment and tenderness will perish with your departure and my entering midnight. The fate of this world is so cruel to me.

I hate it!

I hate this world that took you away from me!"

Yvette's body trembled.

She said some very corny words and walked forward like a female bootlicker. She really didn't expect that after all the vicissitudes of life, she would one day meet her soul mate.

Although the scene in front of her seemed a little bit wrong, Leader Sese didn't care. She dropped the flowers in her hand and hugged Raven. The latter was not used to such a warm and suffocating hug, but fortunately she was already a undead and didn't need to worry about suffocation.

She patted Yvette's shoulders, which kept shaking.

The vampire couldn't cry, but she could feel Yvette's deep emotions and the complicated and heavy burden she was carrying. Just like hundreds of years ago, she gently patted Yvette's shoulder and said:
"I'm back, little Leah. No one can bully you anymore. Be good and let me go. Lord Hades wants me, the Moon Lich, to push this Undead Scourge to its climax. I can't let him down.

Help me find a staff!

I also need a robe and a set of underwear. Look at how miserable I am now."

"Just wear mine. My underwear is your favorite style and it has not changed over the years. I give them to every lucky person, and I just hope more people can know your story."

"Well, little Leah, you are not obedient. It seems that my departure has changed your personality. But you know I don't like you being so unruly, remember? We agreed that I like pure girls, so you have to be obedient!

go with!
Go find me some clothes!

I want to awaken the sleeping elves and the dead here. The underworld, Adel, is calling us. "

(End of this chapter)