Entering the Necropolis of the Gods

On April 10th, 10034 of the Yulan Calendar, the six god-level powerhouses— the War God "O'Brien," the High Priest "Catherine," the Divine Beast "Dylan Nisuan," the King of Slaughter "Cesar," Lin Feng, and Beibei —all gathered in the Forest of Darkness.

Then, led by Beirut, they flew towards the South Sea.

Without the constraints of a "weak" Saint Realm expert, Lin Feng and his group quickly arrived at the Necropolis of the Gods.

"O'Brien, last time we went into the Necropolis of the Gods, it was just you and Catherine, but this time there are six of us. Apart from the two of you, everyone else is going in for the first time. Tell them some things to be aware of." Beirut looked at O'Brien.

"Yes, Lord Beirut." O'Brien immediately responded, and then explained in detail to Lin Feng and the others the things they should pay attention to when entering the Necropolis of the Gods.

The Necropolis of the Gods has eighteen levels, with the first eleven levels only open to the Saint Realm experts. God-level experts must start from the twelfth level to enter.

The Necropolis of the Gods severely restricts divine sense. Generally, the divine sense of Lowgod can only cover a radius of about ten meters around him, which is less than what the eyes can see. It can be said that divine sense is practically useless in the Necropolis of the Gods.

In addition, there are no administrators in the twelve to the eighteenth levels of the Necropolis of the Gods; each level has one or more god-level Exile. These Exile are at least Lowgod, and the higher the level, the stronger the Exile.

The only way to obtain Divine Artifact or Godhead is to kill the Exile and seize their Divine Artifact or Godhead.

Of course, these Exile weren't so easy to kill.

According to O'Brien, he and Catherine had only entered the twelfth floor before. Only once did they accidentally find the entrance to the thirteenth floor, but as soon as they stepped into the thirteenth floor, they sensed the aura of Midgod, and they were so frightened that they immediately retreated back to the twelfth floor.

O'Brien rambled on for a long time, but Lin Feng didn't get any useful information from it. He asked O'Brien to describe the specific situation of the twelfth floor, but to his surprise, O'Brien couldn't describe it. He only said that the twelfth floor was a hazy gray area with very low visibility, and that divine sense couldn't be emitted, so he had no idea what the general situation was like inside.

Moreover, they entered the Necropolis of the Gods four or five times, but only encountered the Exile three times. What frustrated them most was that these Exile were extremely fast, and when they realized they couldn't defeat them, they would vanish in a flash.

Moreover, since divine sense is almost useless in the Necropolis of the Gods, there is no way to catch up.

Beirut smiled as he watched the puzzled expressions on Lin Feng and the others' faces after hearing O'Brien's explanation. Without saying anything more, he opened the Necropolis of the Gods and let Lin Feng and the others in.

After passing through a not-too-long corridor, Lin Feng and his group of six entered the twelfth floor.

Upon entering, just as O'Brien had said, everything was shrouded in a gray haze, with visibility terrifyingly low, only about fifty meters. The fact that even a god-level expert could only see within fifty meters demonstrates the eeriness of this gray fog.

Lin Feng tentatively extended his divine sense, and immediately discovered a strong resistance acting on it. He could only extend it for about a hundred meters before reaching his limit.

"Only a hundred meters." Lin Feng was shocked. His Midgod sense could only extend a hundred meters in this place. In terms of limiting divine sense, this place was even stronger than the white mist that shrouded the Amethyst Mountain Range in the Infernal Realm all year round.

But when Lin Feng thought that Beirut was the Chief Sovereign, he felt relieved.

In the eyes of the Chief Sovereign, a Midgod like myself is not even an ant; being able to extend my divine sense a hundred meters is already quite good.

"Boss, this place is really strange. Even divine sense can't see as far as the eyes, and even the eyes can only see about fifty meters clearly. Beyond that, it's blurry and indistinct," Beibei Soul Transmission to Lin Feng through their souls.

"Beibei, even my Midgod sense can only see a distance of a hundred meters," Lin Feng replied. "Under these circumstances, if someone attacks, it's difficult to avoid them. It seems we need to be more careful."

"Didn't O'Brien say that he and Catherine had come in four or five times and only encountered Exile three times? I think there must be very few Exile on this level, maybe even only one. Besides, he couldn't even beat the War God and the High Priest, so he's definitely no match for us. There's no need to be afraid," Beibei said nonchalantly.

Lin Feng shook his head as he listened. He knew Beibei's personality, and what Beibei said made sense. This level should be full of Lowgod. He was a Midgod, Beibei was a god-level God-Eater Rat. It seemed that there was really nothing to be afraid of. If anyone should be afraid, it should be them who were afraid of them.

While Lin Feng and Beibei were communicating telepathically, O'Brien spoke up, "Are we going to act together now, or split up?"

"O'Brien, you said you sensed the aura of Midgod at the entrance to the thirteenth level. I think we Lowgod can only wander around this level. Besides, this level isn't very dangerous, so it's better to split up," Cesar's lazy voice rang out.

Lin Feng had always kept his true body outside, Cesar and the others didn't know that Lin Feng was Midgod. They only thought that he had stored the Fate Divine Clone inside his body.

"There might only be one Exile on this level. If we all stay together, even if we kill him, it will be difficult to distribute the Godhead. I think it's better to split up." Dylan also agreed with splitting up.

He came here specifically to obtain two Godhead for his two remaining sons to refine. Moreover, he believed himself to be the strongest among this group, having reached the peak of Lowgod and being Divine Beast as well. Naturally, he didn't want to be with the others and share the spoils.

"In that case, let's split up," Lin Feng said immediately, not wanting to stay with Dylan and the others.

Lin Feng made the decision, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Lin Feng and Beibei randomly chose a direction and began exploring the Necropolis of the Gods.

Deep within the caves of the Mist Valley in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

This was the lair of the Spinyback Armored Dragon, where Lin Feng had only recently entered the Holy Domain. He later drank the dragon's blood, gaining the ability to transform into a Dragonblood Warrior. It was also here...

Lin Feng pulled out the Violet Blood Soft Sword, allowing Dylan and the Three-Headed Six-Eyed Golden Ni to escape.

It's the same place again.

"Hiss~" The space rippled like the surface of water, vibrating and then the amplitude of the vibration increased, and then a large gap appeared.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Eight figures rushed out from within at the same time. Some of these figures were human, some had sharp horns on their heads, and some were covered in tattered robes. These eight figures escaped from within, looking disheveled, but they were all overjoyed.

"Ah, the aura of these elements, how comforting!" A burly man with bull horns on his head trembled with excitement.

"I'm back! I'm finally back!" A human knelt on the ground, crying out excitedly, "I've finally returned alive from that hellhole! The scent of this earth is so enchanting!"

All eight figures were so excited they could hardly contain themselves.

"Everyone, we've all escaped from the Gebada Plane Prison, so let's part ways now," a handsome man with pointed ears and long, emerald-green hair said with a loud laugh.

"Haha, we've been trembling with fear for thousands of years, it's time to enjoy ourselves." In an instant, eight figures burst from the ground, each choosing a direction and flying away.

In June of the year 10034 in the Yulan Calendar, war broke out again on the Yulan.

The Yulan Empire, the O'Brien Empire, and the Baruch Empire formed an alliance and launched the largest war in thousands of years against the relatively weaker Luo'ao Empire, the Rhine Empire, the Holy Union, the Dark Alliance, and the Far East Prairie.

The spiritual leader of the Far East Prairie, the Martial Saint "Tulilei", had long been warned by the three god-level powerhouses, the Martial War God, the High Priest, and Lin Feng, and knew that this trend was irreversible.

Furthermore, Tulilei did not want the warriors of the Far East Prairie to die needlessly in the face of the forbidden Destruction magic of the Saint Magus. Therefore, Tulilei had long ago dispatched his Saint Realm disciples to negotiate with the kings of the three great kingdoms of the grasslands.

Although the kings of the three great kingdoms of the steppe did not agree to submit to the Baruch Empire, they did not refuse outright for the time being.

The highest levels of the Holy Union and the Dark Alliance have been eliminated, the Saint Realm has been almost completely wiped out, and the two alliances have become like a pile of loose sand.

The O'Brien Empire's army marched into the Holy Union Holy Union through the passage north of the Magical Beast Mountain Range. Upon learning of the destruction of Holy Island and the near-total annihilation of the high-ranking Radiant Church, some of the well-informed kings and dukes within the Holy Alliance secretly met with members of the O'Brien Empire.

In fact, the news of the annihilation of the high-ranking Radiant Church was actively spread by the O'Brien Empire.

Given that this is a true story, the surviving members of the Radiant Church in various regions cannot conceal it. Clearly, the Holy Union is about to become a thing of the past, and its complete conquest by the O'Brien Empire is only a matter of time.

At least for now, it seems like it's just a matter of time.

The situation of the Dark Alliance is not much better than that of the Holy Union.

Of course, the Radiant Church and the Dark Church both had a lot of people scattered outside. Although their headquarters were destroyed and there were not many Saint Realm experts left, those people in the mortal world were still the ones who managed the affairs of the mortal world.

Despite thousands of years of rule, these two papal courts still wield considerable influence.

The remnants of the Radiant Church and the Dark Church, especially some fanatics, are unwilling to give up.

The religious faith is truly powerful.

Through various means, whether gentle or bloody, the two major papal courts, relying on their accumulated experience of over ten thousand years, managed to stabilize the situation of their two alliances. They were determined to prepare for war against the Yulan Empire and the O'Brien Empire, and were unwilling to give up until the very last moment.