Chapter 685: Game of Thrones (1)
A large hydra was pulling the carriage behind it. The hydra itself was approximately 10 meters tall and 15 meters long. Each of its nine heads burned with intense netherflames. The beast was massive, but it was also surprisingly quick on its feet. In fact, it was so fast that it almost appeared to shuttle between the mortal realm and the netherworld as it ran. Copious amounts of Yin energy billowed behind it in the wake of its charge.
A cloaked knight was galloping away on his own skeletal war horse in front of the carriage. It was evident to all that this was none other than Peter the Great, one of the three Russian gods of death!
Apart from them, there were approximately 10,000 gold-armored cavalry armed with short swords and massive shields riding closely behind. Anyone familiar with the Russian Underworld would be able to tell that these are none other than Duchess Catherine’s imperial guards! And even then, they were located at the very tail end of the formation!
Resentment Crystals… 1,900 pounds of Resentment Crystals!
“Speed up.” He turned back to the carriage driver, who promptly gnashed his teeth, “It’s already going at full speed… ‘Death’s Skull’ is already pulling the carriage at the fastest speed it can possibly muster. After all… these Resentment Crystals are constantly ebbing away at every bit of Yin energy that draws near to the carriage. We… we can’t push it any harder…”
At that time… we’ll finally be able to return victoriously and officially begin to develop Forbidden Arts!
“Yes!”
Rumyantsev gripped tightly to his own reins, directing it forward as he caught up to Peter the Great, “Duke Pyotr, the extreme eruption of Yin energy from the direction of Khuree earlier…”
Something has happened back in Khuree…
Even if they counted the Harken and Aristotle, how could they possibly make up five Duke-class Yin spirits?
So long as we manage to return to the Russian Underworld, everything can be resolved without a hitch!
It was the Orkhon River.
But just then, they both turned back abruptly.
They were familiar with this source of energy.
Nethergale swept around them endlessly, carrying the cries of endless moaning ghosts. That said, they didn’t stop for a single moment. After all, time was precious. Besides, Catherine the Great wasn’t shouting at them. She was simply charging straight towards them.
“It’s impossible…” Catherine the Great gnashed her teeth, “Mythic Spirits…”
“Over ten Alkebulan Mythic Spirits have descended upon us! How am I supposed to keep them busy?!” Catherine the Great barked back with a quiver in her voice, “Aristotle has been captured. Hell has complied with the terms of the agreement. They haven’t lifted a finger once, but they must have somehow triggered the march of a dozen or so Mythic Spirits!”
Seconds later, Rumyantsev gasped in horror, “Haa…”
Is this… a glimpse of the direction that Hell is developing in future? Is this a sign of Hell’s foreign policy and the times to come?
How could this have happened?!
“Hurry…” Peter the Great seethed with rage, and immediately bellowed at the top of his voice, “At all costs… FULL SPEED AHE--...”
The world went silent.
Almost simultaneously, countless sources of Yin energy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, filling their surroundings with Yin energy that seemed to conceal the terrors within. It didn’t take longer than moments before the entire lands were shrouded in dark clouds of Yin energy. Then, finally…
Over ten colossal figures crashed down onto the ground like ferocious meteors, sending the billowing Yin energy scattering everywhere! Within moments, the surroundings spanning hundreds of miles in radius were cast into darkness.
It was an emergency. It was an emergency that no mortal still alive had ever witnessed in their lifetime! It was an emergency that threatened to tear apart the fabrics of the mortal realm!
His surroundings had been strewn into complete darkness, and he could only see the pale Orkhon Bridge stretching out underfoot. Apart from that, he could also see two glistening netherflames staring down at him like the blazing sun amidst the endless darkness.
We cannot afford to let anyone stop us now!
He personally led the charge. The bones in his body levitated slightly, and copious amounts of Yin energy poured out of his body like a raging tsunami sweeping straight across the bridge. Meanwhile, countless skeletons surfaced from the depths of his sea of Yin energy, hissing and snarling viciously at their enemies.
“How dare you stand in the way of a Duke?!!”
However, a split second later, he forcefully retracted all of his Yin energy right back into his body. The resultant backlash caused him to let out a muffled grunt as he staggered back several meters, but he forcibly held out the sword in front of his body.
They’re here… They’re all here! How could this happen!
Why?!
“Peter the Great… It’s been so long.” The series of blazing eyes lit up like the streetlights lining a boulevard of death. The Mythic Spirit located closest to Peter the Great spoke, “I’m curious. What might this carriage be loaded with?”
We’ve paid such a huge price, and opened our borders to the harvest of so many mineral deposits… but for what? A riot led by 13 Mythic Spirits?
“It’s you…” Peter the Great stared intently towards the end of the bridge. A familiar figure holding a dog in his arms walked out placidly and stood three meters in front of him.
“Prefect Qin…” These words were like a tight slap to his face. However, Peter the Great repressed the rage in his heart and clenched his fists tightly, “What do you want?”
“Heh…” Qin Ye smiled, “Oh, but I’ve already fulfilled all of my obligations under the agreement. Hell hasn’t once interfered in today’s matters. What else do we have to talk about?”
As he spoke, a figure suddenly flew right out of the darkness around and landed right before Peter the Great’s feet.
“The Mythic Spirits have come to a consensus earlier.” Qin Ye stared intently at Peter the Great, “What do you say to trading the Resentment Crystals for this one particular special advisor of yours?”
1. Selenge Province is located north of Ulaanbaatar (Khuree), while the Republic of Buryatia is part of Russia, located just northwards of Selenge Province.
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