Chapter 1096 Why Is This Happening

"Roar!"

The once prosperous sect was now shattered and covered in dust, surrounded by countless bizarre figures encircling the ruined sect.

"Roar!"

A double-winged dragon, a hundred zhang tall, roared furiously, opening its mouth to spew a dragon breath that turned everything it touched into nothingness. On the dragon, a man holding a long spear and clad in splendid armor looked down upon everything below like a king of the nine heavens.

Beside the dragon, figures wrapped in black robes chanted obscure incantations, their pitch-black staffs radiating an evil power.

The earth trembled as if the dead were wailing.

One after another, ghastly white bones rose from the earth, some silver, some golden, some multicolored and dazzling, yet their aura was icy and terrifying, like demons from the nine nether hells.

"I didn't expect these natives' bodies to be so powerful, and turning them into undead makes them so strong," said an old man, lightly waving his magic staff. The fallen sect disciples suddenly seemed possessed, standing up again. Their movements were stiff at first but gradually became fluid, and their eyes turned pitch black, utterly terrifying.

The dragon knight standing on the dragon looked at the scene and said in a booming voice, "I never thought it would all be true. After ten thousand years, they have finally arrived here and set up the space teleportation array. For our lord, we must spread glory across heaven and earth, and everyone shall bow before the radiance of our lord."

The old man, who could summon the dead with a wave of his hand, stared at the dragon knight with lifeless eyes. "Dragon Knight Jess, we need to wait for the army to arrive. Do not act rashly. Because of your actions, we have already destroyed the natives here. If we attract the attention of other natives on this land, it might affect our conquest."

"Andrew, don't you think the undead natives in your hands are the spoils of this war?" said Dragon Knight Jess.

The place they were in was called the Moon Shadow Continent, where many races lived. After countless years of development, it had achieved great unity, with all races sharing a common identity.

Everyone believed in the seventy-two main gods. As a dragon knight, he believed in the Dragon Knight Main God, leading the glory of the Dragon Knight Main God to tread wherever he went, spreading that glory onto every native, making them servants who devoted their lives to the great god.

Andrew was very satisfied. "Of course, these natives' bodies are incredibly strong, and the mysterious power within them is especially intriguing. I think after returning, I will study them thoroughly and perhaps develop even more powerful undead."

"Damn it... damn it." At that moment, amidst the ruins, a young man struggled to stand, holding a long sword, his body soaked in blood. But seeing everything around him, his heart collapsed as if he had lost everything.

"Who are you? Why did you destroy my sect?" the young man roared, boundless killing intent swirling around him.

A towering rage rose from the ground, piercing the clouds, shaking heaven and earth.

Andrew looked at the surviving native before him, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "I didn't expect the strongest native hasn't died yet. No wonder no undead formed."

The dragon beneath Dragon Knight Jess sneezed slightly, as if wanting to blow the native to death with a single breath.

Andrew stepped forward to stop him. "Don't act. This native has great research value; we must keep the body intact."

"Native, submit to me, Andrew, and I will take you to witness the glory of the God of the Dead," Andrew said.

"God of the Dead?"

The young man was the sect master of the Sword Qi Sect. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if fearing the unknown terror, but for him, his heart was not fear but anger.

"Even if I die, I will make you pay," the young man roared, his eyes filled with endless hatred, as if it could erupt at any moment.

Andrew shook his head, then raised his hand and began to chant an incantation.

Creak!

Creak!

At that moment, the disciples transformed into undead by Andrew raised their swords and surrounded the young man with lifeless eyes.

Seeing these sect disciples, the young man's heart suddenly clenched, as if in great pain.

"Elders..."

"Disciples..."

"What's wrong with you..."

The young man roared to the sky. He could sense no life from these disciples. The once vibrant lives had all vanished in an instant.

"Ah!"

The young man's eyes turned bloodshot. He raised his long sword and slashed at the disciples who had become undead.

Pfft!

Wherever the sword qi passed, everything was split apart.

He thrust his sword into the chest of an undead disciple.

"Sect Master..." The undead disciple reached out and grabbed the sword.

The young man suddenly looked up at the disciple, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. "The sect master is here..."

"Why did you kill me..." The undead disciple opened his mouth and whispered, but the sound exploded like thunder in the young man's ears.

The young man lowered his head, muttering, "Why?" Then he looked up. "Don't worry, the sect master will avenge you."

Bang!

Sword qi burst forth, and the undead disciple shattered instantly.

"Beasts, I will kill you all!" the young man roared. Even though his injuries were severe, he had to avenge these disciples.

Andrew's eyes sparkled with delight. "I didn't expect this native's spirit to be so strong. If turned into an undead, he might become a unique undead servant."

"Sword Cleaves Mountains and Rivers."

The young man shouted angrily, swinging his long sword toward the void. A powerful sword intent pierced through the void, directly suppressing Andrew.

Andrew looked at the scene before him and smiled. "Great God of the Dead, let your divine power descend here."

"Sealing Art."

"Abyss Swamp."

"Kingdom of the Dead."

At that moment, hexagrams floated in the void before Andrew, and a dark, terrifying aura of death burst forth from them.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

The hard ground beneath the young man suddenly turned into a swamp, bubbling with black water, and white skeletal arms reached out, grabbing the young man's feet and pulling him into the endless abyss.

At the same time, the sword qi slashing through the void was seized by pitch-black demonic hands and dragged into the kingdom of the dead.

"How can this be?" The young man looked at the scene, his heart filled with sorrow. Why were the enemies so powerful, and he so weak?

"Spear of the Dead!"

At that moment, Andrew pointed a finger at the void. The void rippled slightly, and a piercing aura full of deathly power burst forth.

A pitch-black spear slowly pierced through the void.

"Go!"

Whoosh!

The spear of the dead suddenly shot forward, heading straight for the young man's chest.

The young man looked at the spear of the dead, his heart filled with grief and despair.

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