"So we told no one that we still stubbornly endured!" The heavy voice rumbled with a curse. "I will let your souls learn what the pain of despair is, because I have returned! As you can see, we have returned—and we have brought you warm greetings and some lovely little gifts!"
"No, great, great..." The thirteen undead gods fell trembling to their knees, begging in unison. "We, we, we never betrayed you. We only..."
The hoarse voice, thick with deathly chill, slowly sneered. "Enough. Look at the sorry state of you—truly disgraceful! Fine, we have returned, we have awakened, but we are very hungry. And you seem to have nourished yourselves quite well over these years? Hm, not enough for a grand feast, but at least you will make a tasty little snack. I shall not stand on ceremony!"
A mass of viscous black mist surged from the Undead Holy Temple, swiftly splitting into thirteen shadows that plunged into the bodies of the undead gods. Amid piercing screams, the thirteen unlucky undead gods vanished into nothing in an instant. Only thirteen streams of black mist, several times stronger than before, sped back into the Undead Holy Temple, where greedy chewing sounds soon rang out.
"Mm, not bad. It seems they did nourish themselves fairly well over the years." The hoarse voice sneered. "Mm, these memories are quite interesting! What are they doing? What do they intend to do? They actually hooked up with that pack of long-eared creatures in secret? And willingly debased themselves into vassals of those long ears? Damn it—shameless, vile, stupid!"
A pleasant female voice let out a shrill cry. "Ah, look at this idiot in my hands! She actually fell in love with a man from the East? She is a living corpse, yet she fell