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Chapter 187 The Undead Barak

Unlike other heroes who pursue glory and fame, Odysseus embarked on the path of god-slaying for the sake of his wife, children, and a warm home.

He had no intention of participating in the war to kill the gods, but for his wife, his newborn eldest son, and his second son who was still in his wife's womb, he risked his life to fight Zeus.

Later, after learning from Achilles that his child had become king and enjoyed a peaceful old age, he finally felt relieved and fell asleep in the River Styx in Greece.

Later, Xue's Law woke them from their slumber, but Odysseus was actually indifferent.

He thought he'd just play around with his old friends. That was his original idea. When he got tired of playing, he'd go back to the River Styx, lie down in it, and sleep until the end of the world.

But now you're telling him this is the future of their world? And then some dog breed wants to destroy the world?
Damn it, I can't stand it!
Odysseus was truly unable to tolerate it, and not only him, but perhaps if he went back and threw a stone into the Sky Thunder to spread the news, dozens of burly men with arms big enough to run horses would also be unable to tolerate it.

Saving someone else's world and saving their own world are completely different mindsets for them.

Who knows, they might even be able to find their descendants in this world.

However, he quickly calmed down and exchanged some information with the old man who loved crafts.

Afterwards, the old man who loves crafts revealed his true plan: "I may be with you for the first half, but later I will act alone."

"Acting alone? What do you want to do?" Odysseus was taken aback.

This evil spirit seems to be completely different from what he imagined; it is far too self-aware.

“I want to become an undercover agent and infiltrate the enemy’s headquarters. Perhaps this is the best way for me to obtain intelligence,” the old man from Love Crafts said. “But this plan should not be told to that mystic. It will be easier to succeed if he is kept in the dark.”

Odysseus: "?"

Your plan sounds so familiar! Oh no, isn't this a tactic I used to employ? Now, future generations have learned the real thing.

"How can you gain the trust of those fallen mystics?" Odysseus asked.

He had actually considered this plan, but the birdman he possessed was too conspicuous. If he appeared in the enemy's headquarters, it would be like he was shining, completely impossible to conceal, so he gave up.

“It’s simple, because I can tell them that my real name is ‘Gatanothor’,” the old man from Lovecraft said with a smile. The next moment, he removed his mask, and Odysseus saw a twisted conch shell and tentacles.

But he quickly put the mask back on, as if nothing had happened.

Odysseus: "..."

Your mask definitely can't cover those protruding tentacles and conch shell, can it? Can you contort your face at will?

He might know some of the old man's abilities; he's more like a "faceless one," able to change the face beneath his mask at will, allowing others to see any appearance he desires.

In that case, he is indeed more suitable to go undercover than I am.

“Alright, I’ll take care of things here,” Odysseus said.

“Hey, I’ve found someone. He’s someone I can absolutely trust. He shouldn’t have joined that group of corrupt mystics,” Austin said from a distance.

“Let’s begin,” Ai Shouyi said, but her words seemed to have a double meaning.

This newly formed three-person team, dedicated to saving the world, thus began their mission.

……

Meanwhile, Xue Dinglu arrived in downtown Boston, but instead of taking immediate action, he entered the consciousness space and saw the four-meter-tall giant radiating a divine aura.

Xue Dinglu tentatively asked, "Old Deng the Undead?"

"Hmph, you still recognize me! You wicked brat, it's been so long since you finally contacted me." The old undead, at this moment, was no longer an undead at all.

He was more like a pure energy being, and even his golden and white wings almost blinded Xue Lude.

"No way, how could anyone recognize you like this! You were supposed to be a ghostly skeleton back then. It would be a miracle if I recognized you after all this plastic surgery!" Xue Dinglu immediately retorted.

He never expected that he would summon an "evil spirit." He thought it would be something strange or weird, but it turned out to be his old man.

Xue Lude could even sense that his state didn't seem fake; it was as if his own fantasy had materialized and created his physical form, and that the old ghost had truly come to Earth from their world.

That makes sense, really. The only one he could summon that was related to "evil spirits" was this old ghost.

Although it's quite abstract.

The old undead just arrogantly crossed his arms and snorted.

Then, he looked at Xue Dinglu with a surprised expression, paused for a moment, and asked, "You've reached the legendary level?"

"Hmm." Xue Luding stretched out his hand, magic flowing through it. He was currently at Tier 3 strength, but that was only on paper. Anyone who treated him as a normal Tier 3 would surely die a very strange death. Xue Luding now felt like he was a Tier 6 hero, but with a full set of six god-tier equipment. With the support of the six god-tier equipment, his base stats were much higher than those of a max-level hero.

"Tsk tsk tsk, incredible, incredible! It's only been a short time and you've already become a legend? It took me 35 years to become a legend... You just changed the 'year' to 'day' in my legend?" After a long separation, the old undead, besides glaring and berating at the beginning, spent his time complaining about Xue's strength.

"So what is your current strength?" Xue Dinglu asked.

"Mythical level!" The old undead pointed to himself with apparent confidence and said, "Still not a weak existence among the mythical level."

Tsk, Xue's Law pretty much guessed it.

Back in the Empire, because the concept of "mythical" didn't exist, many top-tier legendary figures would call themselves legends instead of near-mythical.

At that time, he felt that the old undead and the Lich King were a level above other legendary figures.

The death of an old undead can replace the former pope and most of the Crusader army, and the Lich King can easily kill a newly advanced legendary.

However, it seems that the old undead's strength has only increased by a small amount, and this small increase may even be due to the boost given to him by the consciousness of the Lung Mist World after he became the World Guardian.

“Good food…” Xue Dinglu complained.

This naturally provoked the old undead to a series of angry outbursts, making him feel an urge to start a fight right now.

But soon, as always, he suddenly calmed down and asked, "Are you married now?"

Xue Law: "..."

Come again?

"I'm married!" Xue Dinglu quickly changed the subject. He really didn't want to listen to the old man's nagging anymore. It felt like being shoved with all sorts of young girls' phone numbers by his aunts and uncles when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year.

They even hand over phone numbers ranging from nearly 40 to as young as 14.

"Then you should get a divorce quickly, and I'll find a way to get my granddaughter transferred to your household... You can marry my granddaughter first, and then remarry your ex-wife."

The old man's astonishing wisdom silenced Xue's logic; at that moment, his CPU was practically smoking.

Unable to stand the old man's incessant nagging any longer, I immediately took out my phone and opened the folder full of Ultraman pictures.

"Let me finish this first, then we can think about romance. Let me tell you, the enemies I've encountered in my world are a million times stronger than the Lich King. I'm pressed for time right now... Why don't you watch some Ultraman first..." After tossing the phone away, Xue Dinglu felt like he was trying to fool a disobedient relative's child during the New Year.

"Oh... then you go ahead and do your work. I'll definitely come and help you if you need anything..." The old ghost took the phone, not caring that it was only the size of his finger. He quickly opened the contents and found "Ultraman Tiga".

Xue Law: "..."

He had a feeling he'd unearthed a guy with side effects. What he needed now was someone who could gather intelligence and steal information. This old man's intelligence-gathering ability was worse than his own, so he'd better let him watch Ultraman in peace.

He began to confirm the intelligence and plans. Although Xue Dinglu did not find much information within the Secret Service, he noticed one place.

"The Holy Church? Where did this come from?" He pondered the information about this sect.

……

Meanwhile, on Odysseus's side...

“Professor Austin, you’re still alive? That’s a lucky miracle.” The three of them (the three souls) arrived at a bar where they met, and none of them were used to the environment.

The dance floor was filled with the acrid smell of tequila mixed with sweat. As the woman in the red dress twirled in her high heels, the arc of her skirt startled the smoke rings around the edge of the booth. The woman's collarbone was filled with ever-changing colored light. The men sat around an ice bucket, their ties already loosely hanging on the leather sofa. One of them was sticking a lemon slice to his Adam's apple, which was soaked with vodka.

This decadent environment was not suitable for either the old mystic, Odysseus, or even the old man who loved crafts.

Who could have imagined that the world was about to end, yet the people of this world seemed completely oblivious to it all.

“As expected, Howard, you didn’t fall into depravity with those guys.” Austin saw a middle-aged man across from him.

Actually, the man looked to be in his late forties, but to the three of them he was still a young man. At that moment, he was just like any other man in the bar who was there to pick up women, with a lipstick mark on his neck. Who would have thought he was a mystic?
Perhaps it was through this method that he escaped persecution from other corrupt mystics.

On stage, pole dancers performed a hot dance, while bartenders frantically shook champagne for the owners. A neon chef, wielding an ice scalpel, skillfully sliced ​​live tuna into sashimi with a pure ice samurai sword and served it to the guests.

"What exactly happened in the occult world during this past year?" Under these circumstances, Austin could only get straight to the point.

To his surprise, when he asked the question, the man named "Howard" on the other end immediately looked distraught.

"Let's go to the upper private room, I'll talk to you in detail..."

The group exchanged glances; they might have actually found the information they were looking for.

(End of this chapter)