Chapter 239: Chapter 230: The Liberation of the Golden Feast, Has the King of Black Robes Fallen?
On the silent Netherworld, the rotten dust cracked, and massive tendrils of blood and flesh erupted like dozens of volcanoes erupting simultaneously. Myriad venomous, hateful, and eerie faces stuck to them like paper.
"What is this!"
In the White Tower, the audience’s faces changed drastically. A thick fog had spread across the screens, like a storm sweeping everywhere, engulfing some seventy video feeds at once!
Several chess pieces were killed on the spot, their feeds interrupted as they were lost in the Divine War, causing some viewers to scream. The next moment, the crowd witnessed a horrifying scene: countless shadows emerged on the screens. Several chess pieces, along with their battling armies, were buried together, seemingly swallowed by the eerie entities in the fog without a chance to react.
Could it be that the presence deep within has been disturbed?
Innos, Master of the White Tower, was surprised and retrieved the Magic Mirror to start a Divination.
However, within the Nether River, the rules intertwined, and his Divination Technique only revealed a shattered image before abruptly stopping. Otherwise, the great Nether River might use the bridge of Divination to reverse-infiltrate and plant its curse.
This is serious! It looks like something big happened; a Taboo has been disturbed. Who did this? Innos was curious, with a hint of amusement. After all, I’m a neutral tradesman—what the Blood Alliance and the Moon Lord Association want to do is none of my business.
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Have we been discovered?
Above the ancient castle, Prince Morgan’s silver hair glistened, bright as the silvery moon in the sky. Beside him stood seven Divine War seeds selected by the ancient clans, including a Blood Race girl and a man with gold-rimmed glasses.
This time, the King’s Game used outstanding individuals from outside the Blood Race Empire as cannon fodder to explore this relic. Their purpose was to probe safe routes for the seed talents of ancient clans. Afterward, once things were sufficiently confirmed, the Divine War seeds would enter the relic to reap the rewards. The method of entry was simple: using chess piece cards to take their places.
Prince Morgan was puzzled. What had happened inside the relic to disturb a sleeping Taboo? Which chess piece was responsible? Logically speaking, weak little ants wouldn’t even warrant a glance from a Taboo. The chess pieces entering were all quite weak.
CLINK.
The Blood Race girl elegantly lifted a silver spoon and tapped her teacup. Her black-and-white stockings dangled, and her delicate, picturesque face showed a hint of impatience. It’s been ages! These chess pieces are progressing so slowly—just a bunch of small fry... Can’t we find some stronger cannon fodder next time?
The little girl complained, and the other Blood Race members quickly chimed in with agreement.
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On the pirate ship, the leading one-eyed Werewolf, five meters tall, was like a solid iron wall cast from steel.
A Taboo has been disturbed? What did this bunch of idiots do?!
A group of Divine War seeds also couldn’t understand. From the images alone, they only knew the Taboo had acted. The next moment, the white mist whipped up into a violent storm, becoming exceedingly thin. Only a part of that twisted, grotesque creature was broadcast by the chess piece cards.
But a stark white flame ignited in the void, and from it stepped a figure cloaked in black robes, pitted against the blood and flesh tendrils. The black robes slowly billowed. He grasped a banner tightly, myriad ghosts following him. As he raised the banner, a blaze of pale fire erupted, spreading like a prairie fire and engulfing a mass of blood and flesh tendrils.
"This is..."
The gazes of the Alien Races collectively fell on this flame-wreathed figure, surprisingly broadcast simultaneously on several screens.
At this moment, all eyes were on him!
"King of Black Robes? Why is he here!?"
Zhang Yi’s eyes widened; from his perspective, it was impossible to be mistaken. Previously, after the war at the Royal City, a video had been leaked. The King of Black Robes seemed to have refined a bizarre artifact, a banner capable of controlling myriad ghosts.
Damn it! This Taboo is everywhere! Just recently, he boosted his fame in the Eternal Night Realm, and now, only a few days later, he appears here at the Nether River Ruins? Are you trying to break into the Federation’s top hundred trending list? Are even Taboos this competitive?
Even Han Bufan and Luo Zhen, the two senior teachers, were momentarily taken aback, their expressions strange. No need to think. The Taboo presence disturbed in the depths of the Nether River is certainly this fire-starting Taboo! Come to think of it, this King of Black Robes had only emerged this month, yet he had already been involved in several major incidents, each one stirring the entire city. Typically, when a Taboo appeared, it might remain silent for decades or even centuries. The King of Black Robes, however, was the complete opposite.
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"Your Majesty, let’s withdraw!" Denis urged hastily. Their camp had been pierced by a blood and flesh tendril, causing numerous casualties. If not for the captive Werewolves serving as sacrifices, their team would have suffered heavy losses.
"Chu Yi hasn’t returned yet!" Lias had already reverted to her normal form. She gazed at the dense white fog where shadows loomed, her luminous blue eyes filled with concern. A major change has occurred in the fog, and Chu Yi pursued in that very direction... I wonder if he’ll run into danger.
She was acutely aware that having used her Bloodline Power once, she was temporarily unable to use it again. Helpless to assist further, she took one last glance and then ordered a strategic retreat. At that moment, the mist thinned, and visibility improved greatly.
Or rather, the white mist was receding, like falling frost, rushing madly in one direction. Countless phantom images of Beasts were swept along with it.
What’s happening over there? Lias, clutching Bika, gazed from afar at the battle raging several miles away, only to see that the canopy of blood and flesh tendrils had caught fire.