Necropolis of the Gods

The Necropolis of the Gods stood nearly twenty thousand meters tall, with a base that measured ten thousand meters on each of its four sides.

As he approached the Necropolis of the Gods, Kolan discovered that the structure was primarily rectangular, topped with a diamond-shaped spire.

The Necropolis of the Gods had four main walls, and the side facing Kolan and the others featured massive carvings.

Each of the four sides of the tomb bore a giant relief: the Azure Dragon Divine Beast, the White Tiger Divine Beast, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, and the Black Tortoise Divine Beast, representing the Four Divine Beasts!

The Necropolis of the Gods could more accurately be called the tomb of the Four Divine Beasts.

There were three such Necropolises of the Gods in total; the one at the bottom of the South Sea contained the corpses of the Four Divine Beasts on its eighteenth floor. As for the ones in the Forest of Darkness and on the island in the North Sea, they merely housed the corpses of gods who had fallen during the two great wars.

"Everyone, go on in!" Beirut said with a faint smile. "Remember, if you are afraid, just stay on a lower-risk floor for the full ten years. When the ten years are up, a passage to the outside will appear on every floor, and you will all be able to leave."

Kolan entered the passage on the left, which shimmered with black light, without a moment's hesitation.

The others followed suit, one after another.

The world spun, and the surrounding environment changed drastically!

This was a world of grasslands!

Kolan flew in mid-air, carefully observing his surroundings in search of a passage.

"Whoosh!" A beam of light suddenly erupted from the grass below, shooting directly at Kolan.

Kolan's expression remained indifferent; he had donned his divine artifact armor the moment he entered.

Such a sneak attack with an arrow could not threaten him.

Kolan couldn't even be bothered to kill the attacker, as it was truly unnecessary and a waste of time.

In the Necropolis of the Gods, it is impossible to summon undead life! Kolan thought to himself with a sigh.

He had come to a realization: summoning undead life was only possible in the material plane, and it was limited to undead life below the god level.

The Necropolis of the Gods, however, was essentially equivalent to a Divine Plane.

It could be said that exploring the Necropolis of the Gods was very unfriendly to a Saint Magus of Death.

Why am I so stupid? Killing him is a waste of time, but controlling him to ask for the location of the passage would save time! A flash of inspiration crossed Kolan's mind.

Following this, Kolan moved at high speed toward a wolf-headed man holding a bow in the grass below.

This wolf-headed man had reached the Saint level.

"Oh no, run!" Seeing that his sneak attack had failed to even make the opponent dodge—the man had simply let the arrow strike him without suffering any harm—the wolf-headed man realized things were dire and prepared to flee!

But Kolan had already arrived.

A small flame appeared in Kolan's hand, which he flicked toward the wolf-headed man.

The tiny flame sank directly into the wolf-headed man's body.

The wolf-headed man struggled on the ground in agony.

A moment later, the wolf-headed man knelt respectfully on both knees: "Greetings, Master!"

In that brief instant, the wolf-headed man's soul had been controlled by Kolan.

That tiny flame was a small technique of the Death Law called Soul Fire, which could be used to control the souls of others.

Once controlled, the life and death of the victim rested entirely on his whim.

"Take me to the passage leading to the second floor!" Kolan said indifferently.

"Yes, Master!" The wolf-headed man led Kolan toward the entrance of the passage.

Before long, they arrived at the passage.

Kolan stood at the entrance, where there were no rewards to be found.

"You, commit suicide!" Kolan said coldly.

"Yes, Master!" The wolf-headed man smashed his own head with the mace in his hand.

He died instantly.

Afterward, the tiny flame flew out from his body and returned to the palm of Kolan's hand.

Then, without looking back, Kolan walked into the passage.

The Necropolis of the Gods was a world of the undead.

There were vast numbers of undead lifeforms: skeleton armies, zombie armies, and even various undead magical beasts flying in the sky.

Kolan raised an eyebrow. As a Saint Magus of Death, he could naturally tell that these undead lifeforms were not summoned from the Undead Realm, but were undead lifeforms crafted by a Saint Magus of Death.

These undead lifeforms were all controlled by a single Saint Magus of Death.

Entities like these were not controlled by soul power.

As long as one had the materials, one could craft as many Saint-level undead as one desired.

"Hehehe~~ Someone has reached the second floor so quickly. The Old Ancestor is in a good mood today, so be a good boy and commit suicide; the Old Ancestor will leave your corpse intact!" Just then, a Saint-level Bone Dragon flew over, with an old man in grey magic robes sitting cross-legged on its back, holding a magic staff.

The magical beast core embedded in the staff was actually a Saint-level magic core with the death attribute.

Clearly, this old man was that very Saint Magus of Death.

"You have killed so many people and magical beasts; you deserve to die!" Kolan looked at the Saint-level Necromancer and said coldly.

"Haha, I am a Saint-level Necromancer. I refine them into undead beings, allowing them to achieve eternal life in a different way. They should be thanking me!" The Saint-level Necromancer's voice was hoarse and shrill. "I, Getlin, am the greatest Saint-level Necromancer."

"I will refine your corpse into an undead being as well, letting you live forever in another form."

Kolan closed his eyes slightly.

He finally understood why necromancers were so unwelcome and treated like rats crossing the street; it was not without reason.

Necromancers were far too prone to falling into extremes.

Kolan did not count them in detail, but this Saint-level Necromancer's undead army numbered at least a million, with no fewer than a hundred Saint-level undead beings.

Just how many people had to be killed for this!

Even if he had just been digging up graveyards, he would have had to desecrate countless tombs; it was incredibly immoral.

Kolan opened his eyes, and a gray light shot out from them.

The gray light plunged into the eyes of the Saint-level Necromancer.

"Ah~~" The Saint-level Necromancer let out a miserable shriek and tumbled off the Bone Dragon.

In just a single breath, the Saint-level Necromancer went silent and motionless.

Under Kolan's terrifying spiritual attack, his soul had been directly annihilated.

In this state, he was dead beyond any hope of recovery, with no chance of even going to the Netherworld to be reincarnated as an undead being.

The flying undead creatures in the sky plummeted like rain the moment the Saint-level Necromancer died, and the undead army on the ground collapsed in an instant.

Kolan collected the Saint-level Necromancer's interspatial ring and magic staff.

Afterward, Kolan began to chant a magic incantation.

The previously undead world began to sprout grass, becoming vibrant with life.

This was the forbidden spell of Life Magic, the Hymn of Life.

This was only here; if he were on the Yulan Continent, he could have made large trees grow instantly.

Subsequently, Kolan began to search for the passageway, and with his powerful soul strength, he found it before long.

Kolan walked toward the passageway to the third level, but he did not rush to appear in the third-level space. Instead, he dripped his blood onto the Saint-level Necromancer's interspatial ring to claim ownership and began to examine its contents.

This interspatial ring was quite large, measuring 10 meters in length, width, and height, reaching a volume of 1,000 cubic meters.

I wonder which era this Saint-level Necromancer was from to possess such a high-quality interspatial ring, Kolan thought to himself.

Following that, Kolan discovered that besides all sorts of strange and bizarre items, there were magic incantations of all levels for the seven elemental magic types, including forbidden spells. There were also necromancy spells ranging from level one to forbidden spells, many of which Kolan had never even heard of before.