My Monster Fuses Everything-Chapter 717 - 454 The Meeting of the Foolish Dead
Chapter 717: Chapter 454: The Meeting of the Foolish Dead
Chapter 717: Chapter 454: The Meeting of the Foolish Dead
“What’s going on?”
Su Han looked at the scene before him with shock and suspicion. It was similar to the Spiritual World, but it emanated a completely different sensation.
“That Wanderer was definitely slain, but to explode with such force, it must be a higher level…”
Foolish Dead
Long ago, during his first encounter with the Domain of Death, he had come across the Foolish Dead God’s Power.
Although it was merely a thread of the fundamental force that constantly invaded the Domain of Death, it was entirely different from the current power vested with divine authority.
But without a doubt, a frighteningly mighty Evil God was standing behind the Undead Race.
Su Han took a deep breath, his heart now resolved.
“The timing really is perfect.”
The Lizard God Somsei was outside, perhaps even attacking him already. It was only because of the time difference between the realm of consciousness and the real world that he felt nothing.
He had no choice, for the power of a Ninth-Order was far too terrifying.
Looking at the white, ghostly path in the encompassing pitch darkness, where not a single ray of light could be seen, it was unclear what lurked within.
His gaze grew firmer, and then he followed the pull of the white road, step by step, heading deeper into the abyss.
He didn’t know how long he had walked, the Power of Death growing ever denser.
Continuing on, Su Han suddenly saw the white path come to an end, and ghostly pale Bone Trees began to emerge from the darkness.
The trees were leafless, their branches twisted like ghostly hands, and pale spectral figures stood woodenly beside them.
Su Han recognized these undead at a glance.
Numerous undead bodies, large and small, stood there, and in unison, they slowly turned their heads to gaze at Su Han, the unexpected visitor.
Their hollow eyes were frightening, as if they were anticipating him to become one of them.
Su Han ignored these gazes, knowing that the end must be close by.
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He strode forward, uninterrupted by the countless watching undead, and suddenly the area before him opened up.
In the middle of the countless pale Bone Trees, there suddenly appeared an ancient Bone Tree of immense size.
The Bone Tree spanned tens of thousands of meters, pale and desolate, its branches sprawling endlessly, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, as if ghostly hands had seized the Vault of Heaven itself.
The rich Power of Death surged from the Bone Tree, enveloping the entire region.
A pale figure stood before this immense Bone Tree, with its back to Su Han.
It was of average human height, but its body was ghostly pale, with bones like feathers covering it as though a cloak woven from death itself.
Death seemed to materialize around this silhouette; Su Han only glanced at it and felt as if he saw Death itself.
“Foolish Dead”
Su Han uttered the name, and as expected, the figure slowly turned around, revealing that pale and eerie face, seeming to smile at Su Han.
“Interesting soul, one who has seized and fused with my Divine Power. In the Great Blood Sea, it would be rare to see one in tens of thousands of years, and yet you, at a Fifth-Order, have managed it.”
The approving voice echoed throughout the space, as though rising beside his ear.
But a flicker of surprise crossed the depths of Su Han’s eyes.
“Fifth-Order, was it during the Ice Ghost King era?”
During the era of the Ice Ghost King, he had once fused with the Foolish Dead God’s Power, which was how he knew of the Foolish Dead’s existence.
“Interesting soul is hardly a compliment coming from you. Do you also seek to seize Earth’s essence?”
Su Han looked directly at the Foolish Dead, quietly gathering strength. In the world of will, the measures he could take were not particularly numerous.
The Foolish Dead before him seemed clearly more powerful than the Lizard God Somsei, the feeling likely that of an Evil God at the same level as Abaset.
“That was rather impertinent, human.”
The tone was seemingly light, but with each word uttered, an additional weight bore down on Su Han.
It felt as if he were enveloped in death itself, with unending wails of the undead spiraling in despair around him.
It was as if billions of pale, icy hands were clawing at him, attempting to tear him into countless pieces and then swallow each one.
The pain tortured him relentlessly, Su Han steadied his mind, fixating on the Foolish Dead, the spirit of the Star Torch Tree gradually manifesting around him.
Suddenly, the Foolish Dead withdrew the pressure.
“Such a magnificent world’s essence; no Evil God could resist such temptation.”
The Foolish Dead brazenly admitted, and then said, “You’ve made a covenant with Abaset. How about you make one with me as well? The power of an additional Evil God could perhaps give you a greater hope of victory.”
The words of the Foolish Dead were full of seductive implications.
“It could also mean a more miserable defeat.”
Su Han remained unmoved, calmly responding with a retort.
“How would you know unless you tried?”
The Foolish Dead smiled, that eerie face revealing a grin that could scare a person to death.
“The Great Blood Sea isn’t that secretive, as long as you are powerful enough.”
The Foolish Dead paused briefly and said, “What do you think the bargaining chip of the world’s will with Abaset was?”
There was an implication in the Foolish Dead’s words; Su Han’s brow furrowed: “The essence.”
“Essence is the main course, but a trade must have collateral.”
The sound of the Foolish Dead’s laughter followed: “A mark, a soul, those who die marked must leave their soul in the Domain of Death.”
Su Han’s expression immediately soured, having suspected that the bet might come with an unbearable price, but he hadn’t thought that beyond the world’s essence, there would be this as well.
“What do you say, do you want revenge?”
Su Han’s face showed a hint of change but quickly returned to calm, meeting the Foolish Dead’s gaze: “What’s your stake? If you want to use me as your pawn, you should at least put your stakes forward.”
