84: Chapter 84 The Lord's Token!
Yulan Continent.
Above the South Sea.
"Hum—"
The Void Realm twisted.
Violent winds howled, and giant waves surged.
Several figures were spat out like shooting stars.
The War God O'Brien steadied his figure.
He looked around, his tensed muscles finally relaxing.
Not far away, the High Priest, Dylin, and Cesar also managed to stabilize themselves.
The four exchanged glances, all seeing the relief of surviving a disaster in each other's eyes.
The dangers of the Necropolis of the Gods were far beyond their imagination.
Being able to return to the Yulan Continent alive was truly wonderful!
"Hahaha—"
Suddenly.
A sharp, arrogant laughter exploded.
The sound waves shook the Void Realm, causing water columns dozens of meters high to explode from the sea below.
The hearts of the War God and the others jumped, and they immediately went on full alert.
They saw a strange youth appear out of thin air within the water mist nearby.
The other party had green hair dancing wildly in the wind, and narrow, vertical pupils flickering with eerie green cold light.
And between his eyebrows, there were a few faint green scales.
Tarosse!
This Divine Beast Basilisk that had been sleeping for thousands of years had finally broken free!
"It's been thousands of years..."
Tarosse opened his arms, letting the fierce wind blow against his cheeks.
He greedily swallowed this air of freedom.
That damn little black room, he had finally survived it!
Immediately after.
Tarosse shifted his gaze, looking at the War God and the others who were facing a formidable enemy.
A tyrannical and peerless pressure erupted from his body.
It crushed over like a landslide and tsunami!
Midgod!
The faces of the War God and the others sank slightly.
Under this pressure, the Lowgod Divine Power within their bodies even became sluggish.
"Little ones of the Yulan Continent."
Tarosse raised his chin, his demeanor arrogant.
Although he had been locked up for thousands of years, the rebelliousness in his bones had not diminished by half.
Moreover.
The few Lowgods in front of him who hadn't even achieved Fusion of the Mysteries of the Laws were simply too weak.
The War God clenched his fists, unwilling but not daring to act rashly.
The law of the jungle.
How long had this person stayed in the Necropolis of the Gods?
His strength was actually this terrifying!
Just as Tarosse was preparing to continue showing off his power.
The space channel emitted a dull roar again.
The movement this time was ten times greater than before!
Scarlet lightning faintly appeared in the sky.
"What movement?"
Tarosse's vertical pupils shrank, and he turned his head abruptly to look.
The Void Realm split open into a huge gap.
A tall, straight figure stepped out from the gloomy passage as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Allen!
As soon as he stepped out of the Void Realm, he did not deliberately release any pressure.
But the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand his existence, emitting faint crackling sounds.
Tarosse's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Who is this person?
The Divine Power fluctuations he emitted were clearly only at the Midgod Realm.
But this terrifying sense of oppression...
Tarosse felt all the scales on his body stand on end.
He felt that he was not facing a Midgod, but a prehistoric beast from the abyss of Hell!
Can't afford to offend him.
Definitely can't afford to offend him!
Tarosse immediately reined in his aura.
He retreated to the side obediently, not even daring to breathe.
The War God, the High Priest, and the others were even more terrified and silent.
They recognized Allen.
But the Allen in front of them was more than a hundred times more terrifying than before entering the Necropolis of the Gods!
Allen swept his cold eyes over everyone.
The moment he saw Tarosse, he recognized the identity of this strange youth.
A Divine Beast Basilisk, huh.
In the eyes of the current Allen.
The other party was just a slightly sturdier punching bag; he had no interest in making a move.
Just at this eerily quiet moment.
A thin, gaunt figure appeared out of thin air.
Without any warning.
As if he had always been there.
Beirut!
"Greetings, Lord Beirut."
The War God and the others, as if granted amnesty, immediately bowed and saluted.
"Lord Beirut, long time no see."
Tarosse even nodded and bowed.
In that sycophantic appearance, there was no longer a trace of his previous arrogance.
Beirut didn't pay any attention to Tarosse at all.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over these Lowgods, and finally landing on Allen.
"With you coming out this time, the outside world is no longer peaceful."
Beirut spoke slowly.
His voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
Not peaceful?
The High Priest raised her head in astonishment.
Beirut snorted softly, his tone revealing a bit of coldness.
"The Seal of the Plane Prison of Gebados has broken."
"A large number of God-level Experts have run out."
"The current Yulan Continent has too many God-level Experts."
Once these words were spoken.
The War God and others felt their scalps tingle.
Plane Prison?
A large number of God-level Experts?
They had originally thought that reaching the Divine-Grade was already the Peak of the Yulan Continent.
Now they had actually become the bottom-dwellers?
Tarosse's heart also jumped wildly.
He had just regained his freedom; was he about to face a situation filled with experts everywhere?
"Alright."
Beirut waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.
"Except for Allen."
"You all, leave separately."
"Don't run around everywhere; if you lose your lives, don't blame me for not warning you."
The War God and the others didn't dare to talk nonsense.
After nodding repeatedly, they turned into four streams of light and fled in a panic.
In the blink of an eye.
Above this sea area, only Allen and Beirut remained.
The sea breeze was still howling.
But the atmosphere became a bit more relaxed.
Allen's expression was calm.
He had long known the plot direction and was not at all surprised by the breaking of the Plane Prison.
Beirut stroked his beard, sizing up Allen.
Midgod Realm.
His Physical Body had actually reached the level of a high-god artifact!
Such a Prodigy-like rate of improvement was simply unheard of!
Even in the Higher Planes like Hell, he was a genius rarely seen in hundreds of millions of years.
Not bad, not bad!
He really hadn't misjudged the person!
"What's the use of being surprised?"
"We will just take things as they come."
Allen shrugged.
"Good guts!"
"It was worth it for me to specifically leave that good thing for you."
"Do you know what that last token is used for?" Beirut asked, unable to help but burst into loud laughter.
After speaking.
Beirut pointed to Allen's space ring.
"The material is strange, neither gold nor jade."
"The lines carved on it are also very chaotic, and I haven't had a clue after studying it for a long time."
"I ask Lord Beirut to enlighten me."
Hearing Beirut's words.
A look of confusion appeared on Allen's face.
This was not him pretending.
He really didn't know what that token was!
"That thing is called a Prefecture Lord Token!"
"It comes from the Higher Planes—Hell."
"Hell is vast and boundless, full of crises."
"It is divided into one hundred and eight Prefectures, and the Prefecture Lord of each Prefecture is a super expert standing at the very top of this Universe."
"This token is a symbol of status and privilege!"
"..."
A flash of pride passed through Beirut's eyes.
He cleared his throat and slowly began to introduce it.
"Holding this token."
"In all the major cities of Hell, you don't need to pay high entry fees to enter the city."
"Even..."
Speaking of this.
Beirut paused.
Afterwards.
He threw out the most important information.
"As long as you hold the Prefecture Lord Token."
"You can use any teleportation array in Hell for free!"