367. Black Death Society President

"Fifth rank?"

"Legend?"

"Is that what Beatrice meant? Or did I mishear?"

Sean's head was a little fuzzy, but he was no longer the good-for-nothing guy he used to be; he was now a proper [Necromancer], a third-tier professional!

From Sulu now, he could indeed sense a temperament as majestic as a high mountain and as profound as the sea.

"No way... Sulu's only been a few years, and he's already at Tier 5? Are professionals so worthless? No... even within the Bureau 11, those with Tier 5 combat power are extremely rare. I only know one..."

"But... if it's not a fifth-tier legendary, how could it directly suppress a fourth-tier Beatrice?"

Sean's mouth dropped open; he realized that his roommate was truly completely different.

"This is... Death Ritual. Are you preparing to break through to become the [King of the Undead]?"

Sulu ignored Sean and glanced at the surrounding ceremony, immediately recognizing him.

[King of the Undead] is a Tier 5 Legendary class, and the process of becoming a member is extremely complicated with numerous requirements.

Having read the Holy Scripture of Death, Sulu understood a particular part of it: a ritual to please Lady Moon, which required the deaths of at least one hundred extraordinary beings. The higher the rank, the greater the success rate of later promotions.

Of course, this ceremony is just one insignificant one among many conditions.

But Beatrice was actually preparing for this, clearly indicating that she was confident of advancing to the legendary level and was beginning to touch the fifth-tier domain.

This surprised Sulu; Beatrice's progress was somewhat unexpected, almost catching up with him when he was using cheat codes.

Fortunately, she didn't gain any real power, otherwise it would have been a disaster.

Whether for oneself or for the world!

"Submit to me!"

He spoke again, wanting to see how much control he had over Beatrice, given his current rank and the contract he had been branded with.

"Lord... Lord..."

Beatrice looked extremely pained.

One half of her face was contorted with muscle pain, while the other half was even more horrifying, with her skin rotting and falling off in pieces.

It looked as if two forces were pulling back and forth on her.

"Really..."

Seeing this, Sulu's heart sank, knowing that Beatrice had indeed been chosen by the Lady Moon and become the 'vessel' for her arrival.

Of course, it's not that simple for a deity to descend.

There are very high requirements for the concentration of Spirit Tide in the world and the quality of the containers.

Sulu guessed that the Evil God was just casting a wide net, and would nurture those with potential a little.

Only after reaching level five will one truly 'pay attention' and 'invest'.

"However... there is still a way to help her expel the influence she had previously created, turning her into my puppet... a fourth-tier [Undead] assistant with the potential to advance to [King of the Undead], seems quite good..."

Sulu stroked his chin.

At this moment, Beatrice, who was kneeling, seemed to be under tremendous pressure and was trying to force herself to stand up.

Not only that, she began to whisper, "I pray to you... Dominator of death, the moon..."

"Shut up!"

Sulu gave a low shout, Spirit Chain appeared, directly sealing Beatrice's mouth.

He shook his head, turned around, and untied Sean's restraints. "Sorry... did my servant frighten you?"

"Are you really Sulu?"

Sean looked like he wanted to pinch Sulu's cheek, but hesitated. "Wait... what did you say? Your maid?"

"This is a complicated matter to explain, but it's true that I made her who she is..."

Sulu shrugged, making a helpless gesture.

"But she's still a classmate, I'll discipline her properly from now on..."

For example... erase all consciousness, turn into a blank sheet of paper, and then ask Green Tree Castle to teach you, and you might actually gain a high-class maid, the kind who can participate in battle.

If brainwashing fails, it can also be made into Thaumaturgy Card.

"I'm sorry... but our sect's Saintess cannot be taken away by you so easily!"

Just then, an old voice suddenly came from the cold, dark cave.

The voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it evoked a chilling feeling that emanated from the depths of one's heart.

Sulu squinted, seemingly seeing a dark green color spreading outwards, like a plague, entangling the surviving Werewolf captives.

They let out a mournful cry, then died instantly, their body temperature plummeting until they became cold corpses.

The sound alone claimed the lives of countless low-level professionals!

"Stop!"

Just as the dark green was about to cover him and Sean beside him, Sulu roared Words of Arrogance, finally stopping the 'spread' of color.

Hehe!

Hehe!

Beside him, Sean's teeth chattered slightly; faced with the immense and astonishing pressure, he felt an urge to kneel down.

Because what appeared was none other than the fifth-tier class of [The Doom-Bringer], the Avatar of death.

"[The King of Necro-Spirits]?"

Sulu gazed into the depths of darkness.

There, the image of an old man in black robes slowly emerged.

He was impeccably dressed, like the most refined nobleman, holding a black staff, his eyes, including the whites, were pure black.

Moreover, the other party seemed to be a completely lifeless corpse, with no heartbeat or signs of life.

On the contrary, all sorts of Necro-Spirit, Evil Spirit, Fierce Spirit, and Wicked Spirit... are residing on him, as if his entire being is a nest of the Necro-Spirit!

"I am Bolong Galba! President of the Black Death Society!"

The old man pressed his hand to his chest and bowed. "I wonder if you would be so kind as to spare our sect's Saintess?"

"Sorry, this won't work."

Sulu shook his head, his expression turning serious.

The Black Death Society controls two main career paths. One is the undead advancement route, represented by Beatrice, and the second is the [Doom-Bringer] path!

This path revolves around death and misfortune, mastering necromancy and making one a master of manipulating corpses and souls!

That's a real shame...

Bolong shook his head.

One by one, the Necro-Spirit emerged from his body, from beneath his clothes, from his eyes, nose, and ears.

In an instant, an army of undead was formed that could fill the entire cave!

They were all illusory spirits, their bodies translucent, devoid of all color, their facial expressions either ferocious, painful, or bewildered... The only thing they had in common was the hatred for life in their eyes.

"Necro-Spirit, Evil Spirit, Fierce Spirit, Wicked Spirit..."

Sulu's lips curled slightly. "To have such an army of undead by your side, you truly deserve to be called the king of the Necro-Spirit. If other professionals encountered you, they would definitely be in trouble. It's just a pity that you've met me!"

Dealing with spirits is a Medium's specialty!