Chapter 1150 (1/2)

Chapter 1150: 358. Technique Dead Talent

Today was definitely a bad day for Archelon – Demon Bone.

Being a genuine Eighth Ring powerhouse and an assistant priest of the Undead Cult, he had been assigned to receive guests by the Master of Ceremonies.

And the so-called guests, well… Archelon – Demon Bone did not like them.

They were a group of executioners full of murderous intent, cold-hearted, and they always acted superior.

In particular, the leader refused his magic, preferring to run on foot to meet the Master of Ceremonies rather than ride on a magic carpet.

Archelon – Demon Bone flew rapidly a few meters above the ground, his gaze icy as he swept over the iron monstrosities trailing behind him.

These creatures, akin to Metal Skeletons, supposedly had considerable territories in Outer Space.

Archelon – Demon Bone couldn’t understand.

How could a race that couldn’t fly possibly establish themselves in Outer Space?

Streams of white, cold air flowed from Archelon – Demon Bone’s chest, swiftly swept away by the onrushing wind.

Archelon quietly increased his flying speed, intending to test the limits of the group behind him.

He kept increasing his speed, but he was bound to be disappointed.

“Clank-Clank-Clank…”

The Death Steel Soldiers marched in perfect unison, like precise drumbeats perfectly in sync with the Soldier Commander, with no noise out of place in the entire group.

The black eyeballs of the Death Steel Soldier Commander shifted slightly to look at Archelon flying ahead, seemingly aware that he was being deliberately difficult.

But the Death Steel Soldier Commander was unbothered, with no complaints, just keeping pace with him.

The contest between them lasted about five minutes, finally ending when Archelon – Demon Bone realized his behavior was inappropriate.

Three more minutes passed, and the glow of a dark green candlelight emerged from the end of the underground tunnel.

The group passed through the sluice gate into a special Subterranean City.

This place was the stronghold of the Undead Cult, known as the City of Ghastly Breath.

Here, man-made corridors and natural caves interwove to create a complex underground network.

Apart from a few areas that were more open for specific purposes, all other places were dark and cramped.

The corridors were narrow and rugged, filled with the stench of decay, the air was greenish and extremely murky, unbearable for the living to breathe.

Archelon – Demon Bone led the team, walking at the forefront along the narrow corridor downwards, quickly arriving at an underground hollow tightly guarded by War Spirits.