Chapter 486 - 435 : An Eye for an Eye 1 (1/2)

The Divine Planet is surrounded by raging winds and unforgiving storms and there are only a few areas where the intensity of this hellish weather is slightly toned down. This 'gap' isn't nearly enough to fit the whole undead army but Arthur wasn't worried for he knew that no one is foolish enough to attack him in the middle of this disadvantageous environment.

If Katrina is planning to attack first, the best timing would be when he's entering the Divine Planet and slowly guiding his army to his unimaginably big piece of land.

The White Specter Clan may not have many people but each and every disciple is strong. Furthermore, there are a considerable amount of elders who reached the Overgod Realm. There's also Katrina, who's an Exalted God.

Of course, Arthur took into account other nearby sects and clans which may lend a hand to the Matriarch. They won't send all their forces but they'll dispatch a few exceptional foes which will definitely cause some problems later on.

When the decisive fight finally begins, there will be no turning back and everyone will be someone or something. Lich King Aborak will be the one leading all the undead and coordinating them while making use of the Elemental Wheel. Radolf and Midolf will support Arthur and the four Divine Beast will defend the undead from Katrina, who'll surely try to get rid of Arthur or Aborak first to weaken the army of death.

On the 11th day, when Arthur was just about to leave the Bard Realm and start heading toward the Divine Planet, a figure came running from the back. It left a trail of black flames behind it and dived straight through the undead, directly heading toward the center of the army, precisely Arthur.

Arthur already sensed the figure and was confused at first, however, when he saw who the pigolo was bringing with him, he was momentarily surprised. With a creased brow and deadpan face, Arthur gazed at the smirking Pigolo, who politely performed a short bow before presenting a bound and weakened Angelina to his boss.

”What happened?”

Arthur wasted no time and asked the pigolo, who gave a brief explanation:

”She was captured by Jackob on Astria. We discussed it and concluded that she's a valuable hostage that could be used as a bargaining tool if things go south.”

Arthur glanced at the bound and silent Angelina, who was also staring back at him venomously. Due to the Dark Magic weighing down on her, she couldn't even open her mouth, much less move. Though, it's not like Arthur wished to hear her opinion on the matter.

After pondering for a few moments, Arthur nodded his head and dragged Pigolo to the side and whispered a few things into his ear.

Sometime later, the army started flying in the sky and only Gutcha remained behind. When he made sure the army successfully left the Bard Realm and was making its way to the ginormous planet in plain view, he glanced around and smirked right before an ominous darkness enveloped him and vanished right after, leaving no trace whatsoever.

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Unlike any other day, the White Specter Clan was currently in total chaos. Almost everyone was gearing up and readying themselves. The Matriarch just publicly said that the army of undead was heading toward their way so they should prepare for the upcoming fight.

She didn't force anyone and even told the elderly and children to hide in the Ancestral Grounds, which is a small dimension unaccessible by none but the clan master. Without her approval, no one can enter or leave the dimension and even someone as powerful as the Joker cannot break into it using brute force or clever tricks.

Only a few higher-ups knew the reason this war was happening, as for the common soldiers? They just wanted to protect their home from the corrupt living dead.

There was one more thing that greatly boosted everyone's morale. It was the presence of three senior monks floating above the sect.

They were holding intersecting golden silk and repeatedly praying to their God.

Senior Monks are peak Overgods and their presence here reassured the white specters, who believed that the undead army will surely crumble before the might of the Matriarch and the monks.

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”A Mi Tuo Fo, I can sense their aura from here.”

One of the three monks glanced North-West while clenching the golden silk in his hands. He was the youngest of the three and had the least experience but his prowess shouldn't be underestimated.

”Amitabha Amitabha, what you're sensing is the aura of the corrupt. Their miserable cries as they're forced to fight even after death still echoes in my ear.”

A monk with a mustache and frail physique and short height commented on the incoming army while focusing on the golden silk.

The last monk to talk was the oldest, he looked like a 90-year-old old man and had an extremely long grey beard. He chuckled and uttered:

”Hohoho by Buddha's name we shall banish the Parasite and return things to their course. The walking dead will be dealt with by the esteemed Matriarch.”

The two others nodded their head while repeatedly saying