1102: Robbery!

Hilben is dead!

The people he brought with him, including Senior Tarimos, were all wiped out!

In the empty temple of the Dead Spirit Holy City, High Priest Tiemoluo gazed out at the heavy night through the window; the gloomy and oppressive scene mirrored his mood.

The Human Race has really produced an extraordinary fellow!

I heard that the young man named Wang Chen is not even thirty years old, yet he already possesses power close to the tenth-tier!

Blood mist surged on the altar in the center of the temple, and a surprised voice rang out from within.

The moment the voice fell, a black hole seemed to appear in the center of the altar, swallowing all the dense blood mist, and then a graceful figure walked out from it.

This figure had a charming appearance, dressed in light gauze, with fair, straight legs faintly visible as she walked, exuding infinite temptation.

It was Dominara, the Mother Goddess of the Undead, resurrected through a remnant body.

Hmph!

You’ve turned into this human form, are you perhaps planning to seduce Wang Chen? To make him betray the Human Race?

High Priest Tiemoluo turned his head to see this scene, and a look of unconcealed disgust flashed across his face.

Hehehehe!

Hearing this, Dominara chuckled a few times, choosing to ignore High Priest Tiemoluo’s disgust.

If I can truly seduce Wang Chen and make him betray the Human Race, what does it matter if I let him use this body?

Standing beside High Priest Tiemoluo, Dominara said nonchalantly.

Shut up, quickly change back for me! If our clansmen see you in this state, do you know how much trouble it will cause?

High Priest Tiemoluo’s face showed anger, and he couldn’t help but say sharply.

Haha!

Even now, High Priest Tiemoluo, you are still so arrogant?

What does it matter to become a Human Race? Among the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, the Human Race is the spiritual leader of all beings!

They are the race most favored by the Heavenly Dao, completely the opposite of us!

Dominara sneered, her tone carrying a hint of emotion as she spoke.

You…

High Priest Tiemoluo was about to retort angrily when he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened as he asked:

You, gained the Mother Goddess’s memories?!

He was somewhat disbelieving, and also a little excited.

Since the Mother Goddess of the Undead fell in the Netherworld, High Priest Tiemoluo was already considered the fourth generation of Dead Spirits. All the Seniors and elders had died, and regarding the origin of their own race, the current Dead Spirit Race only had a simple understanding.

Both High Priest Tiemoluo and ordinary Dead Spirits were extremely eager to know all kinds of history about their own race.

Not really, just a few memory fragments.

Seeing High Priest Tiemoluo’s excited face, Dominara unceremoniously poured cold water on him.

I only grew from half a remnant body, even my brain developed Acquired. It’s already good to have these few memories.

Then, seeing High Priest Tiemoluo’s disappointed face, Dominara explained again.

Then…

Are there any memories about the origin of our Holy Race?

High Priest Tiemoluo calmed down upon hearing this. He looked at Dominara and asked:

Where do we come from? Why did we end up in the Netherworld?

We come from a very, very distant place!

Dominara frowned, lost in thought, and murmured:

The specific location is not mentioned in the incomplete memory fragments, but I vaguely remember that we came here to destroy all living beings.

We are the calamity of all living beings in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms!

Calamity?

High Priest Tiemoluo whispered, then chuckled self-mockingly:

Haha, if we were the calamity of all living beings, would we still be in this Netherworld, forced to this extent by the Human Race?

Whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter, anyway, that’s vaguely the meaning in those memory fragments.

Dominara shook her head indifferently, then turned to High Priest Tiemoluo and asked:

What do you plan to do next?

The rise of that Human Race Wang Chen is already unstoppable. If you want to kill him, even if you personally take action now, the chances are not high!

Yes!

Facing this question, a gloomy look flashed in High Priest Tiemoluo’s eyes, and he nodded helplessly.

One ninth-tier Peak, six ninth-tier Late Stage.

This basically already accounted for one-third of the Dead Spirit Race’s current high-end combat power.

Such a lineup failed to kill Wang Chen, and instead, all were lost.

To try to ambush Wang Chen again, even if successful, the Dead Spirit Race cannot afford such a price.

Not every Human Race is as strong as him!

In the great war between the two races, his personal strength cannot change the overall situation, and besides…

At this point, High Priest Tiemoluo paused, his gaze turning to Dominara:

You are still here.

As long as your strength recovers, dealing with a mere Wang Chen will be as easy as pie.

Hehehehe!

High Priest Tiemoluo, I just love your fickle face.

Dominara chuckled a few times, reaching out to pat High Priest Tiemoluo’s shoulder.

Give me six more days, and my previous consumption will be replenished, and my strength will stabilize at the Early Stage Peak of a controller.

By then, I will help you retrieve Wang Chen’s head, but…

As a courtesy, you must also return my freedom and lift the Restriction on me!

Otherwise, I don’t mind a mutual destruction!

At the end, Dominara’s pair of red eyes stared eerily at High Priest Tiemoluo.

This…

Anger surged in High Priest Tiemoluo’s heart, but sensing the resolve in Dominara’s eyes, he could only nod helplessly.

Deal!!

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Wang Chen, who had returned to Wanshou City, was completely unaware that his head had already been pre-ordered.

After visiting Qing Yunzi, who remained in Wanshou City, he went directly to the military base next to the cross-realm teleportation channel outside the city.

The arrival of the Dragon Nation people made the leaders of the various factions of the Netherworld Human Clan even more attentive.

His residence was practically surrounded, three layers deep inside and three layers outside.

His own home was almost out of space to walk.

Marshal, why aren’t you enjoying yourself in your luxurious mansion? Why have you come to this austere military camp?

In the staff department, Zhang Zhilong had already sensed Wang Chen’s aura in Wanshou City, so he was not surprised by Wang Chen’s arrival at the military base, instead, he teased him.

Old Zhang, please don’t make fun of this young man!

Those guys are so enthusiastic they’re like they want to eat people. I don’t want to be surrounded by them.

Wang Chen smiled helplessly, walked over and sat opposite Zhang Zhilong, then casually took out his gains from Howling Valley from his spatial ring.

Old Zhang, please help me see if this Heaven And Earth Treasure has any hope of being planted on Blue Star?

He mobilized his magic power to envelop the small tree, preventing the dissipation of the earth vein elemental Qi, then placed it in front of Zhang Zhilong.

Hiss!

Such rich vitality and earth-attribute magic power fluctuations, this must be a rare-grade Heaven And Earth Treasure!

Zhang Zhilong’s expression became somewhat astonished when he saw the small tree, and his gaze towards Wang Chen became even stranger.