NOVEL WEB Chapter 723 Defeated King (4K)
Undead Plague Breath's Great Force needs to be elevated constantly through slaughter and the resurrection of the undead.
In times of peace, for his Undead Plague Breath to reach its current level, it might take decades or even centuries, perhaps even longer.
But war is the best nourishment for the growth of Undead Plague Breath.
Especially in the war with monsters.
The number of monsters in waves surpasses even the undead. From the corpses of these monsters, thousands, even millions of undead are born every moment.
Especially in such a great battle.
In the past few months, the Land of the Undead had not been able to birth a new saint, but just now, within such a short time, saint-level undead were born one after another.
Thanks are due to Dragon Sleep Valley, thanks to the gifts from the Twilight King.
If the Twilight King were willing to cooperate, it wouldn't be impossible to birth over ten undead saints within a day.
Unfortunately...
The Twilight King will not cooperate.
If he had the chance, he would definitely not hold back. The Twilight King is too dangerous; he must be eradicated!
...
"This place is the realm of my dominion."
In the high heavens, as the twilight shrouds the world, the True King of Twilight proclaims thus.
The realm of the True King is one of the authorities of the True King, much like the Will of the True King.
The Twilight King's realm is the entirety of Dragon Sleep Valley.
Because he has refined Dragon Sleep Valley as his body, the realm is imbued within him, allowing him to wield the complete power of the True King's realm anytime, anywhere.
This is a genius's measure.
Within the realm, order should be dictated by him.
"Order, the dead should rest in peace."
The Twilight King utters in a grand voice.
In an instant, the surrounding rivers of Netherworld, like dragons of death rising from the earth, rapidly slowed until they froze not far from the Twilight King's massive body.
Upon closer inspection, it's apparent that these rivers of Netherworld are composed of countless, billions of undead.
However, at this moment, the undead constructing these mighty rivers found their bodies gradually stagnating, sinking into eternal slumber.
The deathly black fog surrounding the undead no longer churns and surges.
In the next moment,
"Crash~!"
It was as if the ascending water column lost its momentum, suddenly dissipating, pouring down as a torrential deathly rain upon the earth.
And not only that,
Even the undead of the entire Ten Directions Island Domain, including the Loathsome Generals who had just ascended to saint status, felt their bodies, souls, God Souls, internal power, and surrounding concepts gradually drifting into slumber!
This is not a conceptual influence, unable to resist, incapable of resisting.
It's as though it is a decree from heaven and earth.
The Nirvana Divine Phoenix, Stone Heart Saint King, these legends were not affected.
After all, they are not undead.
The decree of the True King adheres to basic logic and various limitations.
The Twilight King's designated range is the dead.
He hasn't even made the dead fall, only to slumber. This slumber aligns with the concept of his realm, Dragon Sleep Valley.
However, Dead Bone finds he is not affected.
He stands upon the River of Netherworld, holding the great sword "Wailing Death," which has conceptually fused with his body. He fiercely strikes a blow, a dark Sword Light instantly piercing through time and space.
Yet, this Sword Light also quickly stagnates in mid-air, sinking into slumber.
Instead, the Twilight King at this moment reverses his hand and with one slap, the Loathsome General, who had just ascended and was preparing for a great slaughter, falls dead on the spot.
Loathsome General: "..." I haven't even started to show my prowess yet.
Loathsome General falls, Dead Bone remains expressionless.
As long as he lives, the undead under the jurisdiction of Undead Plague Breath can all be resurrected. Even saints, resurrection costs very little, just taking some time.
Abomination has completed his ascension; that is quite enough.
Dead Bone is presently pondering.
Pondering for three ten-thousandths of a moment.
"Bone understands."
"So that is the realm."
He suddenly comprehends.
Stretching across the Azure Sky, blocking the twilight glow, the projection of Earthly Netherworld at this moment expands again.
The projection is grand, and in the blink of an eye envelops the entire Ten Directions Island Domain.
This is merely an ordinary projection, like a mirage. Besides the vivid light and shadow, the Earth's Netherworld projection holds no suppressive power or ability to seal when expanded.
Not even a breeze touches upon them.
However, when this Earth's Netherworld expands, enveloping sky and earth, the undead about to fall into slumber suddenly awaken with a vigorous spirit.
They are alert once more.
Despite still being influenced, the heavenly order decreed by the Twilight King is mostly blocked outside.
"Is this the nascent form of the True King's Realm?"
"This undead, clearly not a True King, yet already possesses the Will of the True King and is about to have the True King's Realm, seemingly holding one of the most crucial Great Forces of the undead..."
"This undead cannot be spared!"
The Twilight King is once again astonished.
After all, he is a True King, and having refined Dragon Sleep Valley, his Holy Body is much larger than other True Kings.
Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times larger!
Though Dragon Sleep Valley isn't his true form, it's equivalent to a weapon, a shell that, if destroyed, is exceedingly difficult to recover.
Yet nonetheless, his Concept Saint Body is immeasurably vast at this moment.
Greatness is strength, greatness is power!
From the fissure of Dragon Sleep Valley, countless flesh extend and proliferate, forming one after another elongated dragon claw.
These dragon claws, though slender, are so relative to the body of the Twilight King.
In truth,
Each and every claw is larger than the Holy Body of Great Power Users in the Saint Realm.