"Shouldn't we leave any survivors, Your Majesty?"

"I only need the result," Jiang Yan said calmly.

In the past, he would limit the performance of his undead subordinates to some extent.

But this time it's different.

He must show those pantheons his determination to overturn the table.

If he were to show even the slightest weakness, these pantheons would swarm him and plunder the empire he had so painstakingly established.

As for some innocent lives...

It can only accommodate the souls of the dead, storing them in the divine kingdom, and then granting them new life and compensation once the divine art of reincarnation is perfected.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Sheena's bright red eyes suddenly lit up.

Assar's body, kneeling on one knee, trembled with excitement.

Turning more lives into companions is exactly what they have always hoped for.

"Wait a moment, and I will add another companion for you."

Jiang Yan gently tapped his staff, and a large amount of death essence merged into the laws of the underworld.

"In my name, I grant you permission to awaken from your slumber."

The power of the Necropolis is activated!

This time, Jiang Yan's consciousness was not drawn away; instead, the solemn and majestic palace phantom took the initiative to cross over.

"I need a heroic spirit that can spread death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green eerie fire, representing new life, swiftly crashed into the Necropolis.

Somewhere, a bloated, abominable, stitched-together creature slowly opened its eyes and walked step by step to Jiang Yan, emanating an indescribable odor.

Every inch of the space they traversed retained a deathly aura, like a plague, that lingered stubbornly.

It seemed to want to kneel down in respect, but its enormous size caused it to lie flat on the ground.

It dug out the eyes and mouth-like organs that were pressing down on its body, stuffed them forcefully onto its back, its crooked eyes squeezed together, and tried to make a fawning smile, uttering the words it had been reciting for so long before it could speak fluently:

"In response to your call, master."

"Why is it this guy?" Sheena and Asar both took a few steps back in disgust.

Jiang Yan silently raised a layer of divine power shield before carefully examining the area.

The Source of the Curse

Rank: Unique.

Divine Position: A stitched body of curses, the source of devouring the underworld (a self-named universal divine position).

Rank: High God.

Faith Level: Diehard.

Strengths: Spreading curses, cleaning up.

Overall score: 5.62 million.

Special Note: This is an experimental subject of the third Undead Emperor, kept at the bottom of the Abyss of the Dead. It is typically fed with waste unwanted by the Underworld or useless products from experiments.

It eats everything and is very easy to raise, it's just a bit ugly.

Um...?

Looking at the other party's panel, Jiang Yan was somewhat surprised.

A rating of only five million for a high-level god is far too low, and it only has two skills, neither of which seem to be direct attack type.

Its origins are rather special; it was actually created by the third emperor and was even given a universal divine position.

Jiang Yan shook his head slightly and locked onto his innate ability.

[The ultimate sublimation has been successfully activated.]

Spread Curse → Curse Weaving: Unleashes a powerful curse that weakens enemies, with the effect varying depending on the enemy's level.

You can also weave a positive curse and share it with all allies simultaneously (this requires energy). The number and strength of the curses inherited by allies are affected by their own rank and strength.

Scavenger → Endless Devour: Can devour most negative effects in the conventional sense and convert them into its own power. The speed of devouring depends on the strength of the effect, and can affect even the highest-level abilities.

"So it's a support role, no wonder the rating is so low."

Looking at the skill descriptions after the upgrade, Jiang Yan suddenly understood.

Needless to say, the first skill, besides weakening enemies, can even create a positive curse to buff allies.

The second skill can have an even greater impact on the highest level.

Thinking it over, Jiang Yan asked directly, "Source of Curses, can you now also absorb the highest-level curses and debuffs?"

The source of the curse rolled twice on the ground before struggling to get up. With a joyful expression, it said, "Master, Big Fatty has become stronger. He can eat them, but they don't taste good. It will take a long time to eat them."

"Big Fatty?"

"My name," the Source of the Curse nodded vigorously, pointing to himself.

It turns out that the third emperor wasn't good at everything; his naming skills were even worse than the Grim Reaper's.

Jiang Yan shook his head.

This newly summoned heroic spirit doesn't seem to be very bright; it's probably because it's been fed too much junk food.

"Here you are, you are very capable."

At this moment, the fat man suddenly turned to look at the other two, tore off two surging yellow clouds from his body, and said in a fawning tone.

A special curse power can be clearly sensed from it, which seems to contain multiple effects and is exceptionally powerful.

"No."

Sheena retreated repeatedly, as if she had seen something terrifying.

Even the usually composed Assar frowned deeply and covered his entire body with divine power.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan hesitated for a moment before removing the divine power barrier.

Instantly, an indescribable stench assaulted my senses, seemingly an infection originating from the very soul, which could not be countered even by shutting down my sense of smell.

I see.

Becoming stronger always comes at a price.

After gaining a general understanding of the newly emerged heroic spirits' abilities, Jiang Yan reactivated the barrier and said solemnly:

"Sheena, Asar, Big Fat."

"I await your command, Your Majesty."

"Me too."

Upon seeing Jiang Yan give the order, the group disregarded their own politeness and immediately bowed in greeting.

"Leave no one alive."

"As Your Majesty commands, they will witness a true natural disaster."

A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of all of them, including the fat man.

"very good."

"Dimension b021, teleport."

Jiang Yan waved his hand, and four beams of faith descended, causing the group, along with the mountain of undead war machines, to vanish simultaneously.