Chapter 507: Do You Truly Wish to Die? (1/2)
GDK 507: Do You Truly Wish to Die?
A never-ending sea of undead creatures, as though they were making a pilgrimage, blindly rushed towards the magnificent mountain. At present, Little Skeleton was the most renowned king of the undead within the hundred-mile radius.
The aura of death gushed into the palace, being absorbed into Little Skeleton as he sat atop his Bone Throne. It was rapidly transforming Little Skeleton’s already unyielding white skeletal body, forming a Body of Element that complemented the element of death to perfection.
Before the palace stood metal, earth, and fire elite zombies each in three different directions. Standing behind the three unusual-looking undeads were several evil knights, mummy lords, and bone devils. They all firmly defended the palace and their King of the Undead inside.
Two bone dragons and one king zombie were rushing their way, furiously roaring to no end. Wherever they passed, all those low-level undead creatures who had betrayed them were crushed to nothing but mush under their mighty strength, with their souls annihilated.
Three extraordinarily mighty existences in the netherworld, carrying their torrential rage and fury, rapidly strode towards the summit of the mountain. In the process, Little Skeleton had completely sucked away the aura of death he had gathered from within the hundred-mile radius, and formed a Body of Element.
“Father…” Little Skeleton finally walked out from the palace. He stood tall on the peak of the mountain, overlooking all the undead creatures beneath his feet.
At the sight of Little Skeleton, Han Shuo could not resist taking a careful look at him up and down, examining his current appearance. A spotlessly white skeletal body giving off jade-like radiance with every inch of his bone containing an enormous amount of aura of death. A puff of light, dusky smoke constantly revolved at the center of his skull, which looked just as un-glamorous as the ever-dull and gray netherworld. But Han Shuo knew that it was the Soul of Element that Little Skeleton had just formed.
When Han Shuo looked at Little Skeleton, he sensed that the Soul of Element in the center of Little Skeleton’s skull had merged and become one with the boundless aura of death found all throughout the netherworld. In addition, this reforged body of Little Skeleton left Han Shuo with a bizarre sensation.
It was as though this Little Skeleton before him had existed in this netherworld for thousands upon thousands of years, and that he had been the true Undead King of the netherworld all along.
“There are two bone dragons and one king zombie heading here. They aren’t affected by your energy,” warned Han Shuo.
“I drew them here on purpose. Father, stay and watch. They will soon crawl under my feet just the same,” Little Skeleton said with overwhelming self-confidence as he slowly walked to Han Shuo. His Purple Demon Eye suddenly began to glimmer with nefarious light. An marvelous energy radiated from it like a water ripple.
As though an order, after Little Skeleton sent out this energy, the innumerable undead creatures who were rushing to the mountaintop like pilgrims began to grovel on the ground. Each and every one of them ceased to move an inch, instead burying their heads, seemingly awaiting Little Skeleton’s next command.
Han Shuo could tell that among these undead creatures that occupied every surface of the mountain, only a small portion were original subordinates of Little Skeleton. A greater portion of them were outsiders who had only involuntarily approached after they heard that calling from the magnificent mountain. Of those creatures, the majority had previously been followers of the two bone dragons and the king zombie. It was only because they were attracted by that miraculous energy of Little Skeleton’s that they instinctively gathered there.
After Little Skeleton displayed his formidable might, every last creature kneeled to the ground without making the slightest movement. Only the trio of bone dragons and king zombie were unaffected by Little Skeleton’s energy. They arrived at the top of the mountain having roared the whole way through.
“Are you the one challenging my might?” After the three undead creatures, whose strengths were the cream of the crop in the netherworld, arrived before Little Skeleton, one of the bone dragons displayed a powerful corrosive aura as he spurted out a long dragon breath. His body was hovering in the air above the mountain as he gazed at Little Skeleton down below with arrogance.
“Unruly existence, you will pay the price!” the king zombie who had an enormous body roared at the sky, releasing his overbearing aura which would cause inferior undead creatures to willingly serve him. He seemed to be extremely irritated and furious.
“Peculiar existence, I shall absorb your soul, and obliterate all evidence that you had ever existed,” the other bone dragon was wavering his tail as he came out from the sky behind Little Skeleton, greedily gazing at the soul inside Little Skeleton’s skull.
“You three puny fellows, pledge your allegiance to me immediately. Otherwise, face your death!” Little Skeleton uttered his commanding speech to the three exceptionally formidable undead beings as though it were their destiny.
Upon finishing those words, Little Skeleton let out an intense energy of death. Suddenly, the element of death all around them began to sizzle. Little Skeleton’s originally stout body started to grow bigger and bigger. In no time, Little Skeleton had sprouted to seven to eight meters tall, with fierce-looking bone spurs from head to toe, giving him a sinister appearance.
A five-meter long bone spur, emitting energy of death of the utmost ferocity, was effortlessly grasped by Little Skeleton in his hand. On his back, his seven bone spurs tripled in length to resemble the vicious fangs of a predator. Glittering with a bewitching and sinister luster, they left any observer with an intense feeling of shock.