At the border of the Northland Alliance.
Dozens of powerful individuals, rarely seen in ordinary times, stood quietly beside the teleportation array like mere underlings.
The leader's aura was even approaching that of a mid-level god.
He is the strongest in the entire alliance, the Dark Star God.
The rest are also the gods worshipped by the various countries of the alliance.
"Why would that great man from the Necromancer Empire come to our little place?" one of them couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
“I suspect it might be related to that powerful undead who appeared in Xilank.” Dark Star God shook his head slightly and said, “That’s why I refused when Chongshan God asked me for help some time ago.”
"Thank goodness, it's just a minor deity from Chongshan who died. If he had been from the Necromancer Empire and angered that lord, none of us would have survived," another deity said with lingering fear.
"It can't be that exaggerated, can it? Aren't we under the jurisdiction of the Flame Empire? Does he really dare to cause trouble within the Flame Empire from another region?" A god with less knowledge said with some disbelief.
"Guess why a god from somewhere else can openly use the Empire's teleportation array, and why the Flame God doesn't even dare to show his face? That's the legendary ruler of the Abyss of the Dead, the reaper who controls the death of all living beings!"
"Tch, they're just like us, making things up themselves..."
"Silence! That great one has arrived!" Dark Star God interrupted urgently, his expression becoming even more respectful.
Suddenly, the rarely used long-range teleportation magic circle lit up.
Two bull-horned demons, each several meters tall, emerged from it.
Then, legendary creatures such as a mammoth over thirty meters tall, a one-armed Titan, a mangled corpse of a god, and an eight-headed serpent emerged one after another.
They were all undead creatures, and even the weakest of them had an aura far stronger than that of the Dark Star God.
Everyone lowered their heads even further.
Even the previously impetuous young god kept his mouth shut.
—This is not shameful. There is an old saying in a certain unspeakable civilization: "Those who know when to yield are the heroes."
These terrifying undead creatures stood silently to the side like servants.
The teleportation array continued to operate, and a ferocious dragon-shaped creature appeared. On its back stood a man wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe, with deep red eyes vaguely visible beneath the cloak.
"Great Lord of the Abyss of the Dead, Lord of the Harvest who controls the death of all beings, welcome to Northland." Dark Star God stepped forward and bowed, forcing himself to remain calm.
"Oh? Welcome! This is the first time I've heard such an interesting statement." The man on the dragon's back looked at him with interest: "So, you all want to become undead?"
"This..." Cold sweat was seeping from the forehead of the Dark Star God, and some other gods felt their legs trembling.
"Don't be nervous. With your strength, you are not worthy to be my subordinates." The Lord of Harvest withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "I came here for this guy."
He took out a skull, pressed it hard, and two balls of eerie fire in the skull's eye sockets immediately projected a holographic image.
With her greyish-white skin, purple leather armor, and pointed ears, she clearly resembled Sheena.
"My lord, I know." Before the Dark Star God could speak, the less knowledgeable god spoke first.
"She appears within the Duchy of Hilank, usually riding a skeletal dragon or a demigod-level poison dragon, and has already amassed an undead army of over a million..."
He quickly recounted some of the intelligence he had gathered.
"Interesting. They actually dare to enslave the corpses of dragons? And they can even control a million-strong undead army with the strength of a demigod?" The Lord of Harvest was somewhat surprised.
The power of dragons is well known, but even the Necropolis dares not openly command dragon skeletons.
Even he, for the sake of appearance, only pieced together various corpses to form a dragon shape.
Looks like a greenhorn.
The Lord of Harvest shook his head slightly.
If this news reaches Dragon Cliff, with tens of thousands of divine dragons appearing, probably not even a trace will remain.
However, it is against the laws of the undead that a mere demigod can command millions of undead, unless she has successfully stolen a sliver of a divine position!
A thought suddenly struck him: This was truly astonishing.
Hundreds of gods in the Necropolis tried to seize their divine positions through various means, but after many years, they still had no success.
Looks like this trip was worthwhile!
The Lord of Harvest couldn't help but laugh, looking at the god who provided the information and saying, "Not bad, your information is very valuable, I have decided to reward you."
"Thank you, great Lord of Harvest!" The god was excited. This was an existence even more powerful than the Fire God, the ruler of the Fire Empire. Even a little bit of something slipping through his fingers was enough for him to dominate the region.
Hmph, he deserves to be the Alliance's Number One Dark Star God, so why shouldn't he?
"Hmm... Let me think about it, and I'll reward you with the qualification to serve me!" The Lord of Harvest said, slashing his scythe through the air.
The deity, whose face still held a joyful expression, suddenly lost his life force and, under the influence of the laws of the dead, stiffly walked towards the undead creature beside him.
"To serve the great Lord of Harvest as a lower-level god is truly an immense honor. He must be very satisfied with this reward." The Lord of Harvest smiled with satisfaction, as if he had done a great deed.
The many gods of Northland were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.
They were afraid that they might inadvertently gain the other party's favor and be rewarded with such an honor.
"My darlings, it's time to set off. I can already sense her presence." The Lord of Harvest glanced southwards, ignoring the group of cowardly gods, and led the undead army toward Xilank.
This army, whose members were at least at the level of lower gods, moved at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
The gods breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with each other, each harboring their own secrets, and then departed.
When a god dies, people naturally want to divide up the faith he left behind.
......
Meanwhile, in Holy Spirit City.
Having just finished overseeing the construction progress of the Holy Light Tribunal, Jiang Yan arrived at the Burial Dragon Abyss, preparing to summon a new bone dragon.
Suddenly, his expression shifted slightly as he looked behind him.
An ant that was struggling to climb suddenly died.
A figure dressed in a black cloak appeared in the spot.
"Why did you come out?" Jiang Yan asked.
“An interesting little fellow is coming this way, Your Majesty.”
"oh?"
"By the standards of this continent, their strength is not bad. Hmm... four high-level gods, seventeen mid-level gods, and one low-level god?"
"Four high-ranking gods...? They're coming for me?" Jiang Yan was completely stunned.
In his previous life, the only people he knew who had reached the level of a high god, besides the strongest person in the Star Empire, were the Fire God of the Fire Empire.
When did high-ranking gods become so worthless?!
"Can you handle it?"
"Of course, Your Majesty, but I don't think I need to take action."
"Why?"
"Because those who come are all undead beings," Death chuckled silently.
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