The world is like a prison, my body is holy

In the blink of an eye, the unstoppable flames pierced through the layers of undead creatures, transforming into a majestic and solemn figure like a palace before the two flustered necromancers, casting them into shadow.

Compared to the majestic and imposing figure of the black unicorn, with its towering back, head as large as a water vat, and scales as black as jade, the terrifying yet ornate skeletal warhorses beneath the two necromancers looked as ugly and pathetic as emaciated stray dogs suffering from severe skin disease…

Dressed in black robes and crimson skirts, Wang Wen rode astride the majestic Mo Qilin, his eyes fierce and cold as he looked down at the two inhuman creatures. With a slight flick of his silver spear, a burst of dazzling spear light exploded, instantly producing a dense, almost monotonous cutting sound.

The next second, the terrifying skeletal warhorses beneath the two necromancers collapsed on the spot, their bones scattering everywhere. The limbs of the two necromancers on the horse's back also broke off and separated from their bodies, leaving only their torsos supporting their heads as they plummeted straight down.

Only then did the spells that the two necromancers had solidified on their robes, staffs, and other magical artifacts activate simultaneously, transforming into dozens of curses, bone spears, fireballs, ice arrows, teleportation spells, and other chaotic spells, all of which enveloped Wang Wen.

"Ahh~"

Suddenly, the black Qilin shook its head and sneezed. Two streams of crimson and gold flames shot out from its fist-sized nostrils, instantly burning away all the chaotic and overwhelming spells.

The black Qilin, with a crooked mouth and arrogant eyes, looked down at the two necromancers filled with despair: 'What level are you to dare to presume to take action against my master?'

Too fast, too fast, too fast...

From the moment a man and his horse appeared before the two necromancers, to the moment the two necromancers turned into human pigs and rolled among the broken horse bones, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

The strange, undead creatures surrounding the two necromancers moved so fast that they did not attack the two necromancers until the two necromancers were turned into human pigs and fell to the ground.

As for the rabble following far behind the two necromancers, they were even more confused. Many of them were even rubbing their eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with their eyes.

"Destroying everything in its path" is an understatement to describe the swift speed with which this single rider swept through these undead creatures!

The absolute difference in strength is too great...

The difference is at least several orders of magnitude!
Wang Wen expressionlessly took out two fine needles from his hair bun, flicked them with his finger without turning his head, and then urged the black Qilin forward slowly until the shadow completely blocked the light of day from the eyes of the two necromancers.

"You kinds of trash..."

His divine sense trembled, and he asked softly in a way that the two necromancers could understand, "Who gave you the courage to burn, kill, and plunder wantonly on our land?"

As he spoke, the numerous undead creatures and otherworldly mercenaries surrounding him fell silently, row after row.

Every fallen undead creature and otherworldly mercenary had a blood hole the size of a mung bean on their forehead and the back of their head.

Although the blood hole was small, whatever was inside—whether it was a soul, a rune, or even tofu dregs—had already turned into a lump of paste…

At the same time, one after another, fierce streaks of light crashed into the Sea of ​​the Dead. The deafening shouts and roars swept back against the Sea of ​​the Dead with overwhelming force, leaving only severed limbs and corpses in their wake.

Seemingly finding this method of slaughter too inefficient, the next second, a ferocious figure covered in hard and sharp black hairs like steel needles rose from the ground, and in the blink of an eye transformed into a terrifying figure tens of feet tall, with arms reaching past the knees, a face resembling an ape but with blood-red eyes and a mouth full of fangs.

Then, the terrifying figure roared and spewed out a torrent of emerald green mist that swept over Wang Wen's head and engulfed all the otherworldly mercenaries who were in complete disarray behind him.

Wherever the emerald green mist swept past, rows upon rows of otherworldly mercenaries fell, their bodies visibly covered in white fur, canine teeth sprouting from their mouths, and sharp black nails growing from their fingers. Then they rose straight up, raised their arms, and leaped three or four meters to chase after their former comrades...

The speed was so fast that it broke the two necromancers' defenses, and the words they had just organized were already outdated before they could even be uttered.

Finally, the black-robed necromancer named Hoffman, in a fit of despair, laughed bitterly, "Respected Eastern powerhouse, you don't need to flaunt your strength before me and Wells. In our plane, Wells and I are merely two minor figures who obey orders. True powerhouses cannot yet pass through the dimensional portal... Sooner or later, the gods will descend upon this place, and the sky and the earth will become their divine kingdoms. You natives will all become the bloody steps on which the gods ascend to their supreme thrones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body exploded with a bang, and a wisp of soul energy drifted out along the turbulent energy flow generated by the explosion, desperately flying towards the western horizon.

Wang Wen watched this scene unmoved. The chaotic energy from the explosion flowed elsewhere, but automatically transformed into a gentle spring breeze.

Under his protection, the purple-robed necromancer named Wells also escaped the energy turbulence. He secretly observed Wang Wen's face with a flickering gaze, secretly planning something.

After a while, Wang Wencai stretched out a hand and grabbed and pulled towards the western horizon. A point of dark light shot from the western horizon and landed in front of him, turning into a transparent ghost only three inches tall... Who else could it be but the black-robed necromancer Hoffman who had just escaped in the chaos?

"By the Lord of the Undead!"

Wells saw the ghost of his old friend and groaned in despair.

Both he and Hoffman are necromancers who are about to become liches. Hoffman's "Soul Stripping" is their last trump card for survival besides the Life Box!

Hoffman's "soul stripping technique" failed, and his "soul stripping technique" obviously could not succeed either!

How could such a god-level powerhouse be born in such a low-level plane with scarce elements?
Wang Wen coldly stared at the terrified three-inch ghost before him, put away his silver spear, and made a horizontal grabbing motion in the air. Instantly, strands of black light surged from all directions and quickly condensed into an ancient-looking black iron lotus platform in front of his palm.

Once the black iron lotus platform was fully assembled, he withdrew his hand and made a series of hand seals, injecting various protective spells such as Yin Gathering and Imprisonment into the platform. After finishing, he grabbed the three-inch ghost soul and stuffed it into the wick of the black iron lotus platform.

Then, with a flick of his finger, a wisp of azure divine fire landed on the three-inch-long ghost, igniting it...

In an instant, divine fire, carrying traces of exorcising power and terrifying high temperature, permeated the three-inch-long ghost soul.

The pain was indescribable, like having your conscious, fleshy body thoroughly steamed and cooked in a sweltering steamer.

It's like a conscious, fleshy body rolling into a boiling pot of oil, clearly feeling its flesh being fried until it's cooked and crispy!
Living beings cannot withstand this level of pain, and most flesh and blood bodies have automatic protective mechanisms that will cause them to faint when the pain exceeds the nerve's tolerance limit, thus protecting their fragile brain nerves and their resilient spirit and will...

But the soul is not a living thing; without the protection of flesh and blood, it cannot protect its spirit and will through fainting.

And because they have lost the protection of their flesh and blood, their souls are more sensitive and acute to pain. Even a gentle spring breeze feels like a steel knife scraping their bones when it touches those weak new souls! But this is not a gentle spring breeze.

It is a divine fire that can even refine high-quality defensive magic weapons into molten iron!

Fortunately, this seemingly weak three-inch ghost was actually the materialized spiritual power of a necromancer, with a strength comparable to that of a ghost king.

Fortunately, Wang Wen thoughtfully inscribed a Yin-gathering array on the black iron lotus platform, which continuously absorbed Yin energy from all directions to add lamp oil to the three-inch ghost that served as the wick...

In other words, as long as there is a continuous supply of "lamp oil", this simple black iron lotus lamp can keep burning for... ten thousand years!

It is a model of waste utilization and clean energy!

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The blue wick pulsed violently, constantly emitting a faint yet clear, heart-wrenching wail.

The wailing sound reached the ears of the purple-robed necromancer Wells, sending a chill down his spine as if ants were crawling all over him.

To Wang Wen, the music sounded like celestial music; he found it not noisy at all, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips.

At that moment, the five demon kings, leading an army of forty thousand demons, slaughtered most of this rabble of mercenaries and undead creatures...

Wang Wen slowly lowered his head, looking down at the trembling necromancer at the feet of the Ink Kirin, and conveyed his thoughts: "Do you want to go inside the lamp?"

Wells shook his head frantically in terror, struggling to roll over and wriggle like a maggot to his feet. He kissed the footprints left by the black Qilin, babbling in a language Wang Wen couldn't understand, his spiritual power surging: "Great and mighty one, humble old Wells, I am willing to submit to your fireplace under the witness of the gods, to become your most loyal hound, to pursue your prey, and to protect your great cause..."

Wang Wen smiled and nodded: "Very good. We Chinese have an old saying, 'Those who understand the times are heroes'... Bah!"

……

An hour later, at the western army camp of Qin Prefecture.

Wang Wen'an sat in the main hall of the marshal's mansion, with Zhong Shizhong, the deputy commander of the Western Army, sitting to his lower left. The Welsh-branded human pig stood below the hall, gazing at the flickering black iron lotus lamp on the table, its spiritual energy constantly oscillating as it described their world.

"...Under the supreme Dark God King, there are the thrones of Her Majesty the Mother Goddess of Life and Her Majesty the Lord of the Dead. Eight thousand star-days ago, the two great lords together pursued His Majesty the Supreme Dark God King, raising a divine kingdom in the plane of Yilinras, becoming the eternal Golden Sun and Gray Moon. Her Majesty the Mother Goddess of Life rules over the world of the living, and Her Majesty the Lord of the Dead rules over the world of the dead..."

Zhong Shizhong stroked his beard, trying to listen attentively, but his increasingly bewildered expression betrayed the fact that this fierce general was overloaded with pig brains.

As Wang Wen listened to Wells's narration, his thoughts drifted far away.

"General, General..."

The voice of the master suddenly drifted into Wang Wen's ears, pulling him back from his wandering thoughts.

Wang Wen looked at Zhong Shizhong in confusion. Zhong Shizhong clasped his hands and said, "We have already explained the enemy's situation clearly. Now, please give us your instructions on how our army should respond!"

Wang Wen turned his gaze to Wells, who was bowing his head respectfully below the hall, and conveyed his thoughts: "Have you finished speaking?"

Wells quickly replied, "Great Master, your most loyal hound has reported all the information he knows to his master."

Wang Wen's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well: "Are you sure you've said everything you know? Think again..."

Wells hesitated for a moment, racking his brains to think of any important information he hadn't mentioned.

However, with so many things to deal with in this world, he couldn't think of any important information he hadn't revealed in a short time.

Wang Wen calmly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then asked, "How many worlds has your Yilinlas invaded so far?"

Wells suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Reporting to the great master, Yilinlas has invaded three planes so far. The lower plane called El belongs to Her Majesty the Mother Goddess of Life, and the lower plane called the Forsaken Land belongs to Her Majesty the Lord of the Dead."

"Until ten Star Realms ago, the great Dark God King breached the dimensional barrier of the Louise Intermediate Plane and encountered the blasphemous wizards. The battle between the Yilinras Plane and the Louise Plane dragged on for seven years, until finally His Majesty the Dark God King voluntarily closed that spatial passage..."

Wang Wen nodded: "So you mean our world is the fourth world that you, Yilinlas, have invaded?"

Wells: "Wise master, that is indeed the case, but to be precise, the plane you are in is a new plane that His Majesty the Undead Lord recently captured in the Forsaken Realm from three astral planes. As far as your most loyal hounds know, those currently preparing to enter your plane are all forces belonging to His Majesty the Undead Lord..."

After saying "That's interesting" with a smile, Wang Wen continued, "I've been hearing you mention 'Star Day' the whole time. Is that the unit of time in your Yilinlas plane?"

Wells looked up at him in surprise, then quickly lowered his eyes and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the great master, the astral plane is a dimension higher than the three thousand planes. It is a dreamlike realm composed of pure energy, concepts, or spirit, and it is also an important passage for interdimensional travel. One astral day corresponds to one year in the plane where the master is located."

He didn't quite understand how a god-level powerhouse like his master could be unaware of the existence of the Star Boundary.

"So, your so-called Lord of the Dead discovered the spatial coordinates of our world three years ago?"

Wang Wen slowly frowned; he was somewhat sensitive to the three-year time unit.

The drought in Huainan and Jiangnan began three years ago… (End of Chapter)