After the scouts finished their intelligence report, [ Nether Crossing ] sketched out a few lines, and the team composed of tens of thousands of skeletons began to advance slowly.
Chalco returned to his original position in the queue, but kept glancing at the only person in the entire group who possessed flesh and blood.
Kailun Rosalind.
A traitor to the Rosalind Lineage, and the guide on this journey.
Looking at this seemingly harmless "human" girl, the Border Garrison Warlord Chalco, felt alarm bells ringing in his heart.
As if sensing his gaze, Kailun turned her head and gave him a terrifying vampire smile.
When Kailun first joined [ Nether Crossing ], she dismissed thousands of Blood Corpse under her command as a sign of sincerity.
To ensure the safety of the entire team, Chalco gestured to his two squads to follow the dispersed Blood Corpse and investigate whether there were any Blood Corpse lairs nearby.
However, just a few days ago, a painful message entered his mind without warning.
The message, almost impossible to decipher, conveyed only a profound sense of pain, clearly carrying a warning message.
Chalco himself was well aware that in order to send out such a message, the skeletons would have to mobilize their Psionic Energy in unison, which would not only affect their combat but could even drain their power.
In other words, in order to get this message sent, his subordinates may have given up their last chance to escape, just to gather their Psionic Energy in one place and transmit the message to him.
How dangerous could that be?
After figuring this out, Governor Chalco immediately went to see Councilor [ Nether Crossing ] to report the matter and revealed his previous preventative plan.
However, completely contrary to his expectations, [ Nether Crossing ] seemed to have anticipated this, and the soul fire in his eyes did not tremble at all after hearing the news.
" Chalco."
The [ Nether Crossing ] councilor looked at his subordinate, the warlord, and said earnestly:
"This may be your first time dealing with Blood Corpse, but it's not for me."
"A lower-ranking Blood Corpse in a lineage cannot betray Blood Corpse of higher rank and status."
"Unless..."
[ Nether Crossing ] looked at Chalco seriously and said:
"Unless he or she has someone else backing them."
The senator's deep, Psionic Energy message still echoed in Chalco's mind:
" Kailun Rosalind betrayed her lord, her mother, the apex of the lineage, the source of power."
"Who do you think is behind her, capable of making her do something like this?"
"It will only be another vampire grand duke."
[The words of the Nether Crossing ] lingered like the echoes of bells and chimes:
" Chalco, just focus on defense. Don't completely trust those Blood Corpse zombies; they're not worth it."
Whenever the warlord recalled these words, he would think that [ Nether Crossing ] was a wise superior.
Most people might not think this kind of deduction is anything special, but for Chalco, who had served under [ Giant Arms ], it was quite remarkable.
After reporting the matter that day, Chalco also received instructions from [ Nether Crossing ] to send out scouts to explore ahead, while he also dispatched a group of elite skeleton soldiers to cover the rear. As a result, they made gains on two consecutive nights.
After returning for the third time with a pile of Blood Corpse heads to report his success, Chalco noticed a change in Kailun Rosalind's eyes.
Since then, although the two were both subordinates of [ Nether Crossing ], they began to fight each other openly and secretly.
Just now, the two exchanged glances and casually switched moves, while [ Nether Crossing ] completely ignored them...
Hours later, just as night was about to fall, the skeletal army led by [ Nether Crossing ] arrived at the desolate area that the scouts had discovered earlier that day.
"Click, click..."
The skeletal horse made a particularly crisp sound as it stepped on the gravel.
One or two noises would be fine, but imagine the noise produced by tens of thousands of skeletal horses trampling on this kind of ground.
Furthermore, neither the skeleton men nor the skeleton horses have flesh to cushion their impact, so the sound of bones colliding is constant.
After advancing for a short while, [ Nether Crossing ] suddenly reined in his horse and stopped.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Chalco, who was standing next to him, quickly asked.
[ Nether Crossing ] did not speak, but dismounted and then bent down to look at the ground.
After observing for a moment, [ Nether Crossing ]'s voice came:
Not a single blade of grass.
I thought it was something serious...
Chalco breathed a sigh of relief—there were far too many places like this in the Demon Realm.
So what if no grass grows?
Thinking of this, he said in a low voice:
"My lord, there shouldn't be any problem. There are countless such desolate places in the Demon Realm."
[ Nether Crossing ] stood up and looked at Chalco, saying:
What does 'barren' mean?
Before Chalco could answer, [ Nether Crossing ] said seriously:
"It's because no one is managing it, and it's overgrown with weeds."
The senator seemed to be recalling his time as " Sailesi," and the intuition of a strong plant-based individual told him that something was amiss:
There are many places in this world where trees don't grow, but places where even grass doesn't grow are very rare.
He bent down, picked up a pebble, examined it in his palm, and his mind began to race—
Sharp-edged pebbles, barren flat land, and the once-existing river valleys surrounding the area...
So, this place used to be...
While [ Nether Crossing ] was thinking rapidly, Chalco also noticed the change in the atmosphere.
His mind is better than [ Giant Arms ]'s, but not as sharp as [ Nether Crossing ].
But path dependence had already made him suspicious, and the seasoned warlord immediately turned to look at Kailun Rosalind.
Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of a triumphant smile on the young female vampire's face.
Beside the warlord, [ Nether Crossing ], having found the answer to the question, looked up with a questioning gaze.
At the same time, the bright moon in this chaotic World of Disorder instantly dimmed.
Or rather, something blocked out the light in the sky for a moment.
As the soul fire in [ Nether Crossing ]'s eyes burst forth, the invisible restriction was instantly broken.
The invisibility effect vanished, and an endless shadow covered the entire [ Nether Crossing ] Legion, as if midnight had suddenly Descent.
Led by [ Nether Crossing ], all the skeletons with some knowledge looked up at the sky.
They saw it...
A mountain.
A mountain peak, over a thousand meters high, Hang Upside Down upside down above them, like a sword of Damocles poised to fall at any moment.
All eyes were focused on the suddenly appearing mountain, while [ Nether Crossing ] looked towards the summit, which was currently at the lowest point.
There, a man stretched one hand above his head, palm up, and looked down with a smug expression, as if he were looking at a group of ants.
And in his palm, he was supporting this towering mountain that reached into the clouds.