MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again-Chapter 614 - 102: The Netherworld Without Roots (15)

Eferot awoke before the Abyss of Ultimate Evil, the surging Bloodline Power within him proving that this was not a dream, but reality occurring to him personally.

Turning his head, Eferot saw that Tai’e’s eyes were closed, his face pallid, and his features nearly twisted together as if encountering some terrifying event.

"Father!" Eferot pushed Tai’e, calling him awake from the nightmare.

Accompanying Tai’e’s awakening, a powerful force awoke from within him.

The ninth level Lionheart Bloodline! The True God Realm!

However, the force that erupted from within him seemed to be suppressed by some power, eventually quieting down and retreating back into Tai’e’s body without leaving a trace.

Tai’e also suddenly opened his eyes, the fear in them not yet dissipated.

"Father, what did you dream about?"

Tai’e shook his head continuously, his throat hoarse and unable to make any sound.

This behavior plunged Eferot into deep confusion. During his cultivation using the breath of the Abyss of Ultimate Evil, he gradually lost consciousness, until he fell into a world of dreams.

A very real dream world, in which he was a princeling of the Beastman Empire, controlling a vast territory on the continent, commanding innumerable demigod warriors, and even had two Heavenly Gods as his personal guards.

In the months before waking up, he grew constantly under the careful guidance of these two Heavenly Gods, and his Bloodline Power also broke through speedily. In just six months, he loosened the bottleneck of his bloodline, breaking through to the sixth level, and successfully stabilizing at the seventh level.

But his father’s dream seemed different from his own, and more peculiarly, the breakthrough into the True God Realm seemed to have some anomaly, which caused Tai’e’s bloodline to genuinely enter the ninth level, but his strength did not match it.

"I failed..." After a long time, Tai’e finally regained his strength, his emotions downtrodden.

"Notify Konstantin and the others to prepare for a fight to the death."

"Father!" Eferot hesitated somewhat, "Can’t we choose to submit? The Netherworld God is terrifying, but from the messages from the outside world, the life of the Netherworld people is not all bad."

Tai’e turned his head and looked at Eferot calmly: "He who is not of our race must have a different heart; I hope you remember this phrase well."

"Yes..."

When Tai’e’s message reached the hands of the other three major forces, a war against the Netherworld was also quietly brewing.

"We can’t contact the other star domains; we must each fight on our own." Nuoshan pointed at the map, "The Netherworld is vast, and this war has almost no hope of victory, but we must still fight with vigor, to let the Netherworld God see the spine of our Human Race!"

A war without any chance of victory left the various commanders devoid of their usual enthusiasm for strategizing.

Seeing no one taking up the conversation, Nuoshan’s expression grew solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, though this is a battle we are bound to lose, I hope everyone will pull themselves together. At least in the records of the ancient books a million years from now, our Human Race fought to the death for independence, for survival. Even though we will die, this will shall be passed on. As long as there is one human being left, they will inherit this legacy and struggle against the Netherworld, until... the day of victory!"

Group Gray received news about the massive troop movements of the Star Sea but did not report it to the Netherworld God.

Mo Lun also threw the intelligence into the flames, watching the flickering fire quietly until it went out.

And far below, in the depths of the subterranean Nether Prison, Saron brought the latest news to Lu Hong, throwing the paper in his face, "Kid, your Star Sea is doomed. I really admire the courage of those who dare to oppose the Netherworld God."

At that moment, Lu Hong’s body was emaciated to the bone, his eyes were dull gray, and his vocal cords had long been cut by Saron. Only his beating heart proved he was still alive. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"I heard you have many women, don’t worry, I will catch them one by one and bring them to keep you company, how does that sound?"

Hearing Saron’s insane laughter, Lu Hong wanted to do something, but nailed to the torture rack, he could not muster the strength to even move a finger.

As time passed, the last delegation of the Star Sea reached the Netherworld, led by Group Gray, rushing towards the Divine Palace.

The Netherworld God was very pleased upon receiving the news and inquired about the ritual preparations with the ritual priests.

"Your Majesty, we can hold the ceremony in three days."

"Good," the Netherworld God nodded. "Then tomorrow, I shall meet with them first."

That night, the Star Sea delegation arrived at the Netherworld Royal City, with Tai’e and the Master of the Seven Towers gathered there as well.

They represented the strongest forces the Star Sea could muster and the only means to restrain the Netherworld God.

"When I enter the court tomorrow, I will conduct the final negotiation with the Netherworld God. If it fails, you must summon the phantom of the Heavenly God immediately, and I will buy you time," declared Tai’e, arriving alone without a single attendant.

Brahmin spoke, "As long as we can gain the support of the Ancestor Dragon, we still have a chance."

"Then can you find Tukuru?" Absolute Shadow retorted, "The Netherworld is too vast; finding a person is genuinely difficult. More importantly, can we be sure he is in the Netherworld? Still alive? What if he’s long dead, and we’re betting on an illusion..."

Absolute Shadow’s words were cut short beneath Danni’s murderous gaze and he fell silent, no longer speaking.

"He must be alive!" Danni insisted through clenched teeth.

"Enough of this," Vili changed the subject, "This summoning of the noble Heavenly God is different from before. Have you ensured your legacies are preserved?"

"What difference does it make to keep it or not?" Red Beard shook his head, "The legacies of the Seven Towers all stem from the spirit spheres granted by the esteemed god. Without these spheres, relying solely on the legacy in books, how many can comprehend such profound secret techniques?"

"It’s still a hope," Su Yu gently patted Red Beard’s back, "The Seven Towers exist for the continuation of the Human Race, fulfilling their mission and duty without shirking."

Tai’e, looking at the seven top representatives of the Human Race, raised his cup and said, "It is rare to have the opportunity to fight alongside such esteemed individuals within my lifetime."

"Indeed!" Vili laughed heartily, "I never imagined that one day I would stand on the same side as the Orc Emperor."

Perhaps aware that their lives were nearing their end, everyone let go of their ponderings for the night and engaged in a grand celebration.

The sacrificial priest stood outside the palace, looking on indifferently at everything before him.

Weiwei strolled leisurely to Mo Lun’s side and smiled, "Look, this is humanity, both ignorant and arrogant."

"Is that so? Why do I only see their pride and their relentless spirit?" Mo Lun countered.

Facing the sacrificial priest’s rebuke, Weiwei’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Mo Lun, you seem different from before."

"Really?" Mo Lun kept his gaze on the brightly lit courtyard, but his expression was tinged with sadness.

Weiwei grinned, "You haven’t awakened memories of your former life, have you?"

Mo Lun did not respond to Weiwei, remaining silent.

Even so, Weiwei did not leave. Instead, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Mo Lun, appreciating this final revelry together.

The next morning, the Netherworld God opened the palace gates wide, summoning the leaders of countless Netherworld families for the first time to witness the grand undertaking of a monarch.

The Netherworld had once invaded the Star Sea, but at that time, the gods of the Star Sea retaliated by breaching into the Netherworld, and the Netherworld army was slaughtered haplessly before the elite under the command of the Heavenly Gods.

One could say the war was fought, but they didn’t even make it out of their own gates before the enemy ransacked their home. It was during this war that the Netherworld God was defeated into slumber and didn’t have the chance to amend the records of the Netherworld, a fault that carried on to this day.

But after today, that would no longer be an issue, for she would accept the subjugation of the Star Sea, forever a vassal, and this glory would suffice to cleanse the prior shame.

Since waking, the Netherworld God had meticulously adorned herself for the first time.

Passing through the grand halls, the Netherworld God took her seat upon her throne.

"Your servant greets the Netherworld God Your Majesty!"

"We greet the Netherworld God Your Majesty!"

The ministers of the Netherworld, Clan Leaders one by one knelt down, their voices rising in unison.

"Rise."

As the ministers stood, the assembly stepped forward and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, the Star Sea delegation has arrived to be granted an audience!"

"Announce them!"

"Announce, the Star Sea delegation has come to be granted an audience!"

"Announce, the Star Sea delegation has come to be granted an audience!"

"Announce, the Star Sea delegation has come to be granted an audience!"

As eight figures walked into the hall, the Netherworld God’s gaze suddenly turned sharp and cold.

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