1383 Hell Is Where They Deserve to Stay (2/2)

”Don't worry, I've made a deal with him!” the Cold Prince smiled.

”Yeah, but we didn't let him down like Izisha did,” Unas said.

”Raise your heads and look at this, too!” the Cold Prince said mercifully to the disciples kneeling on the ground behind him.

Unas and Tall Sparrow were just a step behind the Cold Prince. They were clearly his trustworthy subordinates.

A few steps behind them were the Seven Ghosts, in order from orange to violet.

The Chief Extraditor, Crimson Ghost, was not around. There was no way he would miss out on the ceremony normally. The status of the Chief Extraditor was not much lower than a Red Cardinal in the Black Vatican.

Behind the Seven Ghosts were the Blue Deacons!

Every Blue Deacon, including Mo Fan, was kneeling two hundred meters away from the Cold Prince. There were more than a hundred of them.

Not every Blue Deacon was taking part in the ceremony. There were clearly more present than the normal number of Blue Deacons under a Red Cardinal.

The rest of the members had evacuated to somewhere safe. If their numbers were too high, they could not guarantee that the creatures of the Underworld could still withhold the urge to target them and tear them to pieces. As a result, there were only the hundred-plus Blue Deacons, the Seven Ghosts, the two Exarchs, and the Red Cardinal, the Cold Prince!

These people were the core members of the Cold Prince's faction!

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Mo Fan slowly lifted his gaze. He looked past the Blue Deacons, the Seven Ghosts, the two Exarchs, and stared at the Cold Prince's back!

To Mo Fan's surprise, the Prince was a skinny and petite figure. There was no way he would think that person was a Red Cardinal of the Black Vatican if he was to walk past him on normal days.

Mo Fan did not see the Cold Prince's face, but he was surprised to hear how young the Red Cardinal sounded.

Was it possible that the Red Cardinal was actually still that young?

The overwhelming presence of the undead swept over them. They immediately felt suffocated. Mo Fan had witnessed the same scene of the sky darkening before, yet he still felt like his head was about to explode when he experienced it again!

In the middle of the tide of undead that was surging forward, the sacred pyramid stood firmly in the limelight with its awe-inspiring appearance!

The inevitable had occurred, yet it was hundred, even a thousand times scarier than he had imagined. How gruesome would it be when these creatures from the Underworld invaded human cities?

Meanwhile, the people that had Summoned these creatures were celebrating their perfect ceremony passionately, extremely proud of their work. They might be humans, but they had completely lost their identities as people. They were filthier, uglier, and worse than those creatures of the Underworld, once they took their skins off!

The sight of the undead surging forward like a tide was a tremendous blow to Mo Fan's heart. He was previously overwhelmed by grief, knowing what was going to happen, yet as his belief in human nature was trampled once again, all the emotions he felt turned into an inextinguishable fury burning and spreading inside his chest...

He had the urge to deliver them all to Hell, since it was the only place they deserved to stay!