Chapter 1111 (1/2)

Chapter 1111: 352. Spider Mother Monks

The process through the first checkpoint was smooth and unobstructed, with no mishaps occurring.

After passing through the checkpoint, ghostly green street lamps started to line both sides of the riverside, extending continuously forward into the abyss of darkness ahead.

Noland Lee boarded a more spacious and swift medium-sized bone boat.

The bone boat hovered ten centimeters above the water’s surface, swiftly gliding through the air at speeds of several tens of kilometers per hour, heading towards the trade location arranged by the Undead Cult.

The other sellers did likewise, each boarding their respective medium-sized bone boats.

Keeping a hundred meters apart from one another, they formed a fleet that sailed down the river.

After about an hour of this journey, an underground structure ablaze with light appeared ahead.

It was a necropolis resembling a human port city, illuminated by ubiquitous green phantom candlelight, with the to-and-fro motion of lifeless undead creatures, and occasionally, gargantuan, obese undead constructs could be seen.

Here, the air was filled with an undead poisonous fog that was extremely toxic to ordinary people.

If a human soldier did not wear a gas mask, just inhaling a small whiff of the gray mist would lead to immediate poisoning and death, becoming magical material for the Undead Cult.

Noland Lee was all too familiar with this type of mist.

The night he escaped from the Korabo Corps Fortress a year ago, it was a poisonous fog that surged from the sewer pipes that initiated the devastating battle that demolished the fortress.

Noland Lee had now activated “Breath of the Dead,” transforming into a skeleton that did not need to breathe.

Unafraid of the poisonous fog, he followed the Low-Rank Acolyte through the morbid streets, bathing in the light of the green phantom candlelight.

The passing undead creatures seemed to have lost all presence of mind.

Numbly, they were led by chains, following their masters with slow steps, scraping the ground with the shackles tied around their ankles, making a clattering noise.

Noland Lee observed his surroundings inconspicuously, his gaze sweeping over the low-level undead creatures and the Undead Acolytes controlling them, and then glanced at the half-transparent magic eyeballs floating above the rooftops, overseeing everything below.

Without a doubt, this was a forbidden zone for the living, a slave camp for the dead.

Only undead of the Undead Acolytes’ level could have some degree of autonomy within the city.

Otherwise, they could only become tireless slaves like those chained undead creatures.

Noland Lee deliberately observed the other sellers accompanying him.

Including Noland himself, there were a total of five “people.”

To be precise, apart from him and the Pure Light Secret Investigator, the remaining three were not “humans.”

One was a member of the Demon Brain Race that had parasitized a human host.

It had infected a Death Clan Wizard with only a Three-circled strength, intending merely to use the body as a medium for trade, not desiring a long-term coexistence.

Another non-human was an Advanced Grave Robber.