202: Chapter 202 Unspeakable Shock

For the sake of this "power," Mo Yu had become Karl's most proactive hound.

He had exhausted all his schemes, even resorting to sinister methods, to eliminate two Lords he had happened upon near his initial territory, using his ring to collect their cores.

Seeing how "proactive" he was, Karl had "broken protocol" by delivering part of the reward early, forcibly upgrading the quality of the War Knights under his command into legendary rank Death Knights.

But this was not a selfless act of generosity.

Karl coldly informed him that this was an "advance."

He had to madly hunt down other Lords and collect more Territory Cores during this "attack points" feast initiated by the Heavenly Dao.

Otherwise, Karl could give him power, but he could also turn him... along with that contaminated core of his... into nothingness at any time.

Thus, Mo Yu became even more frenzied.

He enjoyed the hunt, and even more so the fear and curses of his prey before they died; it made him feel like he was still "alive," that he still controlled something.

Up until now, he had destroyed one hundred and ninety-nine Lord territories, using his ring to collect one hundred and ninety-nine Territory Cores of various sizes and energies.

And the Elf Lord ahead in the Moonlight Grove, Lord Su Wan, would be the two-hundredth on his list.

Elves... creations of nature and life. Their Territory Cores would surely be exceptionally "pure" and "delicious," wouldn't they?

It was truly... something to look forward to.

He gently squeezed the horse's flanks, and the Soul fire in the Undead Warhorse's eye sockets flared up. Its forward speed seemed to quietly increase slightly.

The chill of death, like an invisible tide, spread toward that quiet Moonlight Grove as he approached.

Upon the high ground, Lin Tian felt something. He raised his head and looked toward the deepening darkness of the night to the north.

“They're here,” he said softly, his voice calm and rippleless.

In the distance, at the edge of the grove, the moonlight seemed to be swallowed by something invisible, beginning to grow dim and distorted.

An aura of coldness, dead silence, mixed with endless resentment and decay, made one's very Soul feel uncomfortable.

Like the first cold wave of early winter, it pierced through the silent night sky and was clearly transmitted to the senses of every soldier standing ready.

Lord Su Wan involuntarily tightened her grip on her staff.

Aelia and the Elf warriors held their breath, their gazes locked onto the direction where the chill was thickest.

Lin Yin's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and her right hand had at some point been placed gently on the string of her moonlight longbow.

Lin Feng took half a step forward, subtly shielding Lin Tian behind him, as faint gold-red Battle Intent began to circulate around his body.

An army of fifty thousand was silent; only the banners snapped in the rising, chilly night wind.

The two armies finally faced each other from a distance at the northern edge of the Moonlight Grove.

Initially, Mo Yu only saw a dense, dark silhouette of moving figures from across the distance.

A trace of dismissive mockery even flickered through his heart.

This Elf Lord, in a deathbed struggle, had managed to gather quite a few troops.

But quantity, in the face of absolute quality, was nothing more than weeds that required a bit more effort to clear.

However, as the distance closed, the details of that "dark shadow" gradually became clear.

Hidden behind a hideous visor, Mo Yu's pupils—pale from the power of necromancy—uncontrollably constricted slightly.

There were people, many people, so many people.

At a rough glance, there were likely several tens of thousands!

And observing their armor, weapons, and the energy luster faintly circulating among the ranks...

This had already exceeded his estimation of an ordinary Elf Lord's strength.

But he had nearly seven thousand legendary rank Death Knights under his command!

With quality crushing them, he still maintained a psychological advantage.

His cold gaze, like a steel knife scraping bone, continued to sweep forward, landing on the elite phalanx of about a thousand people at the very front of the army, whose aura was distinctly different.

With this look, his originally steady breathing suddenly hitched.

A thousand people! Every single one was of epic quality! Moreover, the lowest energy fluctuation among them had shockingly reached the platinum rank!

He looked at the other soldiers again and found that they were all of epic quality, with the lowest being low-star Gold rank.

There were even several auras so deep and obscure that even he felt a faint pressure; they were clearly experts of the mid-to-high Platinum stages!

His gaze suddenly fixed on the three figures leading the charge at the very front of the array.

The person on the left stood tall and straight as a spear, covered in dark gold armor with a heavy, violent aura—shockingly a 5-star Platinum!

The person on the right wore a moon-white sacred robe, cold as the moon, quietly riding a white Dragon-horse. But that naturally radiating moonlight aura that seemed capable of purifying all filth, and those calm, rippleless eyes that seemed to see through the Void Realm...

9-star Platinum! Furthermore, that trace of supreme rhythm revealed by her quality Origin... Mythical quality?

The one in the middle, riding an extraordinarily majestic red Dragon-horse with flaming hooves, was a young man.

His demeanor carried a composure that didn't match his age, and there was even a faint, inscrutable smile hanging on his lips.

His aura... was likewise unfathomable.

As for the target of his trip...

The 2-star Gold Elf Lord, Lord Su Wan, was completely submerged by these three and the majestic military might rising to the heavens behind them, appearing insignificant.

“This... how is this possible?”

The contempt and sense of control in Mo Yu's heart vanished instantly, replaced by a preposterous shock and a rapidly spreading icy chill.

His pale pupils dilated behind his visor, and his armored fingers gripping the reins tightened unconsciously.

A thousand epic-rank Platinums! Tens of thousands of epic-rank Gold troops!

Two at the Peak of Platinum, one of whom was even of Mythical quality!

And a fierce 5-star Platinum general! At this point in time, this lineup was like a pack of tigers entering a sheep pen!

No, it was like entering a pack of wolves' territory only to find the opponent was a Tyrannosaurus Rex armed to the teeth!

“Did he also join Lord Karl? No... impossible!”

Mo Yu instantly dismissed the thought.

Units that had been "blessed" and upgraded by Lord Karl would carry a distinct, unhideable aura of death contamination, just like the Death Knights under his command.

But these soldiers opposite him, though their auras were iron-blooded and murderous, were pure and blazing, completely different from the "kind" he was familiar with.

“Then how did he do it? Could it be... that he piled this up through his own talent and resources?”

This thought caused Mo Yu to feel a deeper chill and... a trace of jealousy that even he was unwilling to admit.

If that were truly the case, then the potential and resources possessed by the young Lord opposite him would be terrifyingly unimaginable.

In a flash, Mo Yu had already made a judgment: he couldn't win!

At least in a frontal clash, his seven thousand legendary Death Knights, facing an enemy formation centered around a thousand epic Platinums with tens of thousands of troops as wings...