Necropolis Immortal

Chapter 1698.2: Zombie Farm

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A horde of zombies was charging them from all directions. It took only the blink of an eye for them to surround Lu Yun, Haidong Lin, and the Curse King. Lu Yun wanted to wring the Curse King’s neck with his own hands—the man was definitely sharing the same bed with the Corpse Refiners!

However, the Curse King was at a complete loss.

“Why, what, how?! What is the horde doing here?? I chose another way!” he shrieked.

“This. is. the Corpse Refiners’. zombie. farm!!” Lu Yun roared. “Don’t you know to calculate what path you should take?!”

“I don’t know formula dao! What am I supposed to be calculating?!” the Curse King glared. “Shut up and kill those zombies!”

Each of the zombies was on par with a first level sequence expert. That was nothing to the Curse King and Haidong Lin, but the problem was that there were too many of the undead. The grayish-black of the void had turned bright red from all of the zombies’ scarlet eyes.

Haidong Lin got straight to work and materialized his bident with a wave. He unleashed his strongest attack—Ruina Myriad Sea—as there could be no lapse in vigilance in a place like this. If they didn’t respond with full strength, they would be devoured in a split second.

Neither did the Curse King start any funny business. Numerous black talismans flew out from his hands and wobbled the zombies to pieces. The zombies were no threat, but the duo’s speed in killing them fell far behind the tide’s rate of replacement.

Innumerable zombies surged forward at every breath to fill the holes left by fallen zombies. Left, right, center, front, back, up, and down… zombies snarled and pounced from all directions.

“Think of something!” the Curse King shrieked. His energy would be completely depleted at this rate and they’d be bitten to death if nothing changed.

“Stand guard for me!” Lu Yun sat down on the ground instead of participating in the fight. There was no point in slaughtering zombies. This was the Abyssal Hell, a place where the corpses of all living beings were buried. How many zombies were there?

It’d be a horrific sum even if the Corpse Refiners had only scratched the surface. Thus, Lu Yun needed to tackle the root of the issue.

Although they were in the Abyssal Hell, its layout had been reorganized into that of a zombie farm. The layout formed a world, a world within a world that fed off the Abyssal Hell like a cancerous tumor.

“Thank goodness that the sect is using a special method to raise zombies and that their primary bodies are all in the yang tomb. If not, we’d be in real trouble!” Lu Yun took a deep breath and focused on formula dao. “What the fuck? There’s a tomb for the living here, they want to refine a corpse king!”

Terror flitted across his face as he learned through formula dao that the tomb for the living was placed at the central chamber of the Abyssal Hell. The layout here had been modified into one for an enormous tomb; the tomb held an unfathomably important personage.

The personage was naturally buried in the central chamber, and the central chamber didn’t necessarily mean the core of the hell. The core should be the fragments of the Karmic Tree and Mount Tai.

However, the Abyssal Hell’s core had been turned into a tomb for the living and such tombs were where corpse kings were raised. Once a corpse king matured, it would immediately come under the Corpse Refiners’ control and everyone here would die.

Compared to a tomb for the living, the zombie farm was hardly important.

“What did you say?!” The Curse King and Haidong Lin paled with dismay.

“There’s an incredibly important person buried in the tomb and the Corpse Refiners are trying to turn them into a corpse king!” Lu Yun ground his teeth. “Forget the zombie farm, follow me to break that tomb!”

“We need to make it out alive first!” Haidong Lin roared. “I can’t hold on! They’re all first level sequence, but there’s too many of them! We can’t kill them all!”

He was at the end of his rope and the Curse King didn’t look much better. It also felt like he’d been dragged into a bog and couldn’t get out.

“All of you need… to… piss… off!”

Boom!

A huge door appeared as gray abyssal hellfire turned into waves of force, blasting out in every direction. The Gates of the Abyss had arrived with the aura of the Abyssal Hell.

The zombies were spooked by hellfire and quickly retreated.

“Let’s go!” Lu Yun leapt into the gates, closely followed by Haidong Lin. The Curse King hesitated briefly before following them in.

Another part of the Abyssal Hell could be found on the other side, but the Gates’ appearance in the zombie farm would arouse attention from the Corpse Refiners. Unfortunately, the situation had been too critical for Lu Yun to care.

“Did you say that the Corpse Refiners want to refine the tomb owner?!” the Curse King asked rather viciously when he settled back down.

The death qi of this personage and the tomb qi from the reorganized Abyssal Hell was the basis of energy for the world of order. Once these two sources of strength were destroyed, the incomplete world of sequence would vanish upon the wind.

The Curse King had thought that the Corpse Refiners were trying to claim the growing world of sequence, but they also had designs on the mysterious heavyweight’s body!

“They’ll certainly have sensed that I used the Gates of the Abyss in the zombie farm. Though they can’t travel here from the yang tomb, they can do so through their battle zombies, so we must be quick!” Lu Yun opened the gates again and jumped through. This time, the Curse King didn’t hesitate and was hot on the young man’s heels.

“Is this… the tomb of the living?” Haidong Lin and the Curse King exchanged glances when they saw what was on the other side.

A collapsed mountain, a massive blackened and charred tree, and a headless corpse painted a gruesome sight. A tablet dripping with bloody characters was erected in front of the corpse—Great Peak of the Five Hells.

“This is the heart of the Abyssal Hell, where the god of Mount Tai used to live.” Lu Yun opened the Spectral Eyes on the corpse to observe its death information. “But this corpse doesn’t belong to the god. It’s an intruder that the god killed.”

He approached the burnt Karmic Tree; the abyssal hellfire on it had extinguished, but the hell’s layout still existed.

“Don’t move!” the Curse King said reluctantly. “More than one hell is needed to manifest the world of sequence, there’s four in total! Apart from the Abyssal Hell, the other three are in different spots and the world of sequence is where they intersect.”

He was finally revealing some secrets.