To John Bull's leaders, it hardly mattered how many people down below died. They had refused to work with the Undead before,
because the Undead were difficult to work with, and because it crossed a line. But things were different now.
The Main World had gone to hell. Working with the Undead was a minor offense at worst.
The Bone Emperor looked at John Bull's Taboo. "You're after Little Destiny?"
The light in John Bull's Taboo's eyes flickered. He nodded. There was no point hiding it. Little Destiny was in John Bull right now.
Claiming they didn't want it would be a lie.
"You understand the price of working with us, don't you?" the Bone Emperor asked softly.
Green light flickered in his eyes. The aura of the Undead spread, eroding everything around him.
Everything withered and decayed.
"Three Golden Worlds. A gift to mark our first meeting," John Bull's Taboo said evenly.
The Bone Emperor looked at him, a complicated expression in his eyes.
Humans were remarkable creatures. They could fight the Undead Clan for countless years, then turn around and sell out their own kind for profit without hesitation. It was astonishing—and absurd.
Three Golden Worlds were only a gift. What did that mean? At least quadrillions of living beings, gone just like that.
Three Golden Great Worlds!
Was this a joke? They had Main God Level beings in them. Even quadrillions of lives was a conservative estimate.
And they had been handed over without a second thought.
That was only the opening gift.
"John Bull can also abandon the front and let the Undead enter the Main World. But there's one condition," John Bull's Taboo said.
"What condition?" the Bone Emperor asked.
"High-ranking Undead may come. Leave the mindless low-ranking ones behind," John Bull's Taboo said.
"Agreed,"