Chapter 873

Or, one could destroy the prison along with the god.

However, the transcendent was a power sparingly insufficient. Perhaps only legends could do it.

Panen finished speaking, and he looked at the excited players again.

He had wanted to use some methods to awaken the remnant souls of the gods, but he did not expect them to be so self-aware.

That was right. The gods had become the final means for the Heavy Shield Guild barbarians to turn the tables at the death of the transcendent.

It would be ridiculous not to try this trump card.

What would happen to the god? The god wouldn’t care so much when this idiot got angry. It would slaughter one first.

One would vent one’s anger even if this mission failed.

Richard knew the nature of these all too well as one of them.

“Lord, these grace mainland lords don’t seem to fear death… The god might have some means to return alive.”

Richard nodded.

He had the Hero Altar, and the other players didn’t just sit around. Tens of billions of players, someone would obtain a similar treasure even if one chose from a billion.

He was not interested in the lives of these players.

The enemy players were too weak.

Richard could make the level 17 barbarian experience despair in less than a minute, even if he were willing to move. The transcendent below would be futile.

It was far from everything, although the level was crucial to judging strength.

The power he had cultivated through countless battles made his current battle power far from being described as level 16.

He could slaughter anyone below the transcendent level.

Richard’s thoughts spun.

‘Rumble!’

The ground suddenly shook.

A suffocating sense of oppression accompanied this.

It was as if they saw a mountain collapse, and the world fell silent.

This scene pleasantly surprised Panen and the players from the Heavy Shield Guild when they saw this.

The hopes in their hearts burned endlessly bright.

That god had awakened!

A gray light with an evil aura rose from the ground amidst the endless pressure.

They surged into the square from all directions.

The runes carved on the ground began to riot.

The godly arm in the center suddenly emitted endless light.

‘Kacha!’

The crisp sound of glass shattering echoed.

They looked up at the sky, and the inscription-covered god’s arm suddenly rose into the air and shattered the inscriptions around it with absolute power.

Then, it floated in the air.

It was just an arm, but it gave everyone a void-crushing feeling.

Even the transcendent vampire Loreinna felt immense pressure.

That was the power of the overlords. They were the true rulers of this world.

The arm shattered the inscription, and the surrounding energy surged at the center. The arm constructed a blurry image.

Richard focused his gaze, and his pupils reflected an evil land of bones.

One could do vegetation, find no rocks, and even no soil in the vast land. A myriad of white bones convexed the area.

No one could imagine how many lives one has to lose for such a scene to occur.

A throne of countless skulls stood tall at the center of these bones, on top of a towering hill of corpses.
A white skeleton without flesh and blood sat high up on the throne.

The human skin-made cloak incessantly squirmed. One could visibly see tiny blood vessels and hairs on it. It was like one had just peeled a human body off. A terrifying aura filled it.

A blue soul fire lay in his empty eye sockets.

That was a pure undead lifeform.

“Undead lifeform… God!”

Richard frowned.

They entered this sealed land. They felt to have walked into the Kingdom of the Dead Souls.

Only the arm was honestly physical in the entire illusory scene.

The Heavy Shield Guild players immediately became excited as the arm formed the image.

Each knelt and praised.

“Great Immortal Lord, the Great Immortal God!”

“Great Immortal God! These subordinates came to help you escape and salute you!”

The soul flame of the figure sat on the throne of white bones throbbed several times. It was like he just woke up from his daze.

He slowly turned his head around and looked at them after a few breaths.

“Lowly human…Why did you wake me up?”

The blasphemous language of the undead carried an evil aura that could make one’s heart ache. Every note was a mental attack.

Those who did not pass the test would go mad and turn into undead after death.

That was an evil language from ancient times.

However, the people present were strong. So the impact they received at this moment wasn’t visible.

Panen took a deep breath and pointed at Richard before him.

“Great Immortal God, these outsiders are trying to stop you from escaping!

“They murdered your guards, the evil half-murlocs. They also broke through our defenses and killed a multitude!

“Great Immortal God, please slaughter these creatures that provoked your majesty. Your will alone would be our command!”

Excitement engulfed Panen’s tone.