"strangeness."
Upon entering the territory of Hilank, the Lord of Harvest discovered a strange phenomenon.
Previously, when ordinary people saw them in other principalities, they would either run away or beg for mercy.
But here...
"Hey, this looks like an undead!"
"It really is! What should we do? Should we take a detour?"
"Why take a detour? We are followers of the Holy Lord of Light. Someone, tie this holy book to your face and stand in front to clear the way."
And so, the passing caravan swaggered past the undead legion, whose lowest ranks were all lower-level gods.
The Lord of Harvest was stunned.
He had never been treated like this before.
A group of ordinary people not only weren't afraid of him, but they even dared to point and whisper at him.
Click!
Suddenly, another burst of magical light flashed.
The Lord of Harvest glanced over instinctively.
A group of mortals dressed in clothing bearing the words "Holy Light Daily" were excitedly fiddling with a high-definition recording stone. The stone displayed the scene of the convoy passing safely through the undead army, with a close-up of the mortal with the Holy Scripture wrapped around his face.
"Great! We have the church promotional materials for tomorrow!"
"These undead look quite unusual. If we think of a good name, we might just make headlines!"
"How about calling it 'A smooth road paves the way for the Holy Scriptures, how laughable are these little undead!'"
"No, it needs to be sensational! What reader would read a title like this? It's doomed! Listen to me, it'll be called 'Shocking! Dozens of living people openly do this in front of the dead.'"
"Get lost! I told you guys not to do clickbait headlines, focus on quality, understand? Everyone go back and think of ten points, and hand them in to my desk before 9 p.m. tonight."
Seeing these mortals discussing things as if no one else was around, the Lord of Harvest laughed in anger.
It seems that the Necropolis Empire has been absent for too long, and the continent has lost its awe of the powerful, ruthless, and cruel undead.
Well... let's start over from here.
He slowly raised the sickle.
Whoosh—!
At that moment, a black arrow pierced the air and was crushed by the undead Titan standing to the side.
"Huh?" The Lord of Harvest stopped what he was doing, looked at the group of people who had suddenly appeared not far away, and subconsciously took two steps back.
With his strength at the level of a high god, he couldn't even figure out how this group of people, whose highest level was no more than demigods, had appeared.
And what kind of combination is this...?
A sacred life, the dead, a high-ranking dragon, and a mortal?
"Hey, Death, this person looks just like you. Could he be a fan of yours?" Jiang Yan, standing on Aberystwyth, asked in surprise.
Is cosplay becoming popular among necromancers these days?
Death? In costume?
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Harvest instantly came to his senses.
How could anyone dare to use the name "Grim Reaper" directly? Where did this fool come from!
Doesn't he know that stealing a divine position requires a gradual process? Directly using the name of a true god would easily be detected by the laws and lead to his immediate annihilation. Even someone as powerful as him only dares to use names that are close to the truth.
The Lord of Harvest looked up.
Black cloak, scythe, deep red eyes...
And then there was the original target, the undead archer in purple leather armor...
Just as expected, it seems he was one of the lucky ones who unexpectedly obtained a sliver of the secrets of the ancient underworld.
However... no one understands death better than me!
A hint of disdain flashed in the Lord of Harvest's eyes. He suddenly stopped in a hurry to make a move. After all, they were just a bunch of weaklings that could be easily wiped out. He had to give these two guys a proper lesson on the culture that the Necromancer Empire had been studying for thousands of years.
"Judging from your attire, you must be impersonating the rulers of the ancient underworld, the Abyss of the Dead, the controllers of the mysteries of death, the legendary God of Death, and the eternal fallen elves, the Lord of the Necromancers."
“But I must tell you, stealing a god’s throne is not an easy thing; at least you have to pay attention to the details.”
He pulled up his black cloak to show everyone: "The legendary Lord of Death is one of the most powerful beings in the underworld besides the Lord of the Dead. His cloak must be a top-grade artifact. It's impossible for it to be like yours, full of patches and holes."
“Furthermore, as Death’s signature weapon, the Reaper’s Scythe.” He raised the weapon high, quite pleased with himself, and said, “I’ve studied it carefully. Sometimes Death holds it in his left hand, sometimes he leans it against his chest, but in any case, he would never strap it to his back like you treat trash.”
"And the most crucial point is that although the Grim Reaper's eyes are deep red, its RGb value is 144, while your RGb value is only 139, which I can tell at a glance!"
The Lord of Harvest said, as he pried a pair of magical lenses off his eyes, "You weren't even willing to spend 10 Soul Crystals to buy a pair. Details determine success or failure!"
"A guy as perfunctory as you is a disgrace to the world of Bleach impersonation."
Jiang Yan smiled strangely, looked at the two people beside him, and nodded in agreement, saying, "I think he makes a good point."
"Am I an imposter?"
"Or is it imitating the disgrace from Bleach?"
Death removed his eyeballs and looked himself over with some uncertainty.
He was a little confused for a moment.
Having lived through countless eons, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Even the archangel only dared to beat him up, never questioning his identity.
Sheena, standing to the side, took out a piece of candy and said with a smile, "I also think so, Your Majesty. Look, this tattered cloak, the carelessly placed scythe, the mismatched eyes, it really does look like a counterfeit."
"You're the same, the eternal fallen elf, the Lord of the Necromancer's Arrow. I don't know much about her, but she shouldn't be carrying around a small porcelain bottle to eat the things of mortals," the Lord of Harvest added disdainfully.
"People like you, let alone stealing a divine position, it's not easy for you to even gain the favor of the laws. No wonder you're still just ants among demigods."
Sheena's smile froze.
This fool can't even see the blessing from the King of the Dead, yet he dares to try to steal the divine position of the Underworld.
"So, with all your meticulousness, have you succeeded?" Jacob asked suddenly, curiously.
...
...
An eerie silence fell over the air.
"Damn it, what do you know? This isn't a simple matter!"
The Lord of Harvest suddenly became furious. He was always a perfectionist, and he would even directly reprimand the Lord of the Necromancer Empire for not paying attention to his appearance.
Now, this weak crawler dares to mock his years of research, it's outrageous!
He immediately commanded dozens of powerful undead under his command to surround Jiang Yan and the others. This was his habit: he either didn't make a move at all, or when he did, he went all out.
"Now, our chat is over. I'll give you two choices. First, tell me the secrets of the underworld you've discovered, and I'll give you a quick death. Second, choose to resist, and I'll turn you into undead, to mine in the dark depths for eternity."
These powerful undead, even the weakest of whom had reached the level of a mid-level god, exuded a terrifying pressure. In particular, the three undead at the level of a high-level god caused the surrounding space to become somewhat distorted.
Those who already belonged to the underworld were fine, but the two demigod-level angels and Aberystwyth looked somewhat uncomfortable under the pressure.
"Yes, this farce should end."
Jiang Yan stepped forward, blocking Anna and the others. The "Calamity" staff appeared in his hand, and he silently activated his second skill, which he had never used since becoming the Undead Emperor.
At this moment, the ancient realm of the dead seemed to descend from endless space, and an immeasurable, abyss-like power emanated from him.
Even Death and Sheena couldn't help but take two steps back.
Second exclusive skill - Imperial Arrival: Any being summoned by necromancy is subject to the control of the Undead Emperor.
No one could provoke him with the skills of the undead.
The powerful beings that had surrounded them, such as the eight-headed serpent, the one-armed titan, and the one-armed god, suddenly had intense red light flashing in their empty eyes, and every muscle in their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
[Ding! Due to the vast difference in strength between you and the opponent, these undead creatures exhausted most of their life force to break free from their control. They will perish completely in twenty-four hours.]
24 hours? That's enough!
Jiang Yan glanced at the notification from the various realms, then commanded his newly acquired undead army to surround the enemy, returning the words verbatim:
"Now, the game is over. I'll give you two choices. First, tell me how you obtained the secrets of the Underworld, and I'll consider giving you the opportunity to serve me. Second, choose to resist to the bitter end, and then let your corpse serve me for eternity."
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