Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 400 Ownership of the Dead, the River Styx Emerges!

On the battlefield, every siren falls.

Whether it was the Pacific salamander torn apart or the Atlantic mermaid pierced through, their shattered souls and dissipated life essence did not completely return to heaven and earth.

As if drawn by an invisible net, they transformed into countless strands of gray air currents invisible to the naked eye, traversing space and continuously flowing into the deep "domain of death" surrounding the Queen.

She slightly raised her skeletal hand, palm facing upwards, and the vast death energy swirled around it like a docile pet, uttering a satisfied whisper.

"Death is life's most generous sacrifice."

A clear, ethereal voice, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld, rang out.

As the death energy converged wildly, the darkness behind her began to "boil".

The silt on the seabed churned, and the giant skeletons of sea beasts that had slept for thousands of years, their eye sockets rekindled with eerie blue flames, struggled to rise.

The sirens, whose bodies had just died and were in terrible condition, seemed to be controlled by invisible threads and "came back to life," stiffly but fiercely lunging at their former comrades.
Countless translucent ocean spirits gathered into a thick, grayish-white fog that permeated the deep sea, turning the seawater icy cold and extinguishing all life wherever it passed.

Her power was directly linked to the number of deaths on the battlefield.

The more she kills, the larger her undead army becomes, and the more terrifying her authority over death grows.

Feeling an unprecedented surge of power, Queen Huangsha Kugu raised her hand, preparing to unleash this newly formed terrifying legion onto the Pacific front.

In her view, this was not only a "helping hand" to curry favor with the Cold Moon Eye Demon God, but also the best way to further expand death and nourish herself.

However, just as her death wish was being cast upon the undead army like an invisible net, and she was about to issue the order to charge—

"Om..."

A completely different, more ancient, and more fundamental necromantic power, like a stone thrown into a still lake, suddenly broke her control!

She was astonished to see that the undead, who should have been absolutely obedient to her will, whether they were roaring bone whales or weeping banshees, all froze at the same time and stopped moving!

The soul fire in their eye sockets flickered violently, as if they were struggling painfully between two supreme commands.

The Queen of the Withered Bones suddenly turned in the direction from which the power was coming.

At the edge of the horizon, a black and white figure stood silently.

It's Kindred!
The necromantic power emanating from him was completely different from what she knew and controlled.

It wasn't necromancy driven by coercion and resentment, but rather... a kind of magic that seemed to originate from the very source of the world and represented the majesty of death!
What enraged her even more was that the spirits she had personally awakened and maintained with her power were now faintly showing a sense of submission to that figure!
"Be bold!"

A clear, cold roar echoed through the trench, stirring up chaotic undercurrents.

The soul fire in the eye sockets of the Queen of the Withered Bones suddenly intensified, and her withered bones clenched tightly!
She will forcibly take back the stolen control!

The immense power of death transformed into countless gray spiritual tentacles, like a vast neural network, reconnecting to the core of each undead soul, attempting to reclaim it with absolute force.

However, faced with this scene, Kindred in the distance simply raised her hand calmly.

Behind him, space was silently torn open like a curtain, revealing a deathly space that defies description.

The light and darkness alternated there, and its depth was so profound that even the soul perception of the Queen of the Withered Bones was swallowed up and dissolved instantly, like a stone sinking into the sea, and could not fathom its depths at all!

Immediately afterwards, from that deathly silent space came the sound of surging water—it was not the fountain of life, but the final resting place of all spirits!
The Styx! A gray-yellow river formed entirely from the pure essence of death and endless wailing souls surged forth from it!

Ignoring the pressure and currents of the deep sea, it crashes into the real ocean with the power to cleanse and end everything.

Where the waters of the River Styx pass, reality is briefly covered, transforming into the realm of the dead.

What shocked Queen Huangsha Kugu even more was that countless sea monsters and undead of all shapes and sizes were already floating in this River Styx!

They floated and sank quietly in them, as if returning to their final resting place.

At this moment, the tributaries of the River Styx seemed to come alive, actively enveloping the struggling spirits driven by the power of the Queen of the Dead.

"laugh--"

There was no fierce confrontation, no explosion of energy.

When the waters of the River Styx touch the spirits of the dead, the scene is like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

The massive skeleton of the Abyssal Bone Whale was no longer controlled by the gray energy threads, but slowly sank into the River Styx, becoming one of its silent bone islands.

The shrieks of the blood-weeping banshees ceased abruptly, their contorted faces softened into calm, and their spirits merged into the river, transforming into streams of mournful light.

The bone staff in the Coral Lich's hand dimmed and fell away, and it itself, as if returning to its mother, was assimilated by the River Styx, becoming one of the silent guardian mages at the bottom of the river...

The Queen of the Dead could clearly feel that the soul connection between her and the undead had been severed.

Those spirits became an integral part of the River Styx, completely obeying the will of Kindred.

How can this be? !
A sense of unease swept through the heart of this undead emperor for the first time.

The power of death upon which she reigns supreme and grows infinitely is based on “control” and “accumulation”.

The opponent, on the other hand, seemed to possess power that directly targeted the essence of death.

He wasn't vying with her for control of the dead; he was guiding them to their final destination, a destination entirely defined by him!

He wasn't breaking the rules; he... was part of the rules himself!

Kindred remained standing at the source of the River Styx, his deep gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield and calmly landing on the horrified Queen of the Bone.

From the very beginning, the battle between the rulers of the ocean undead was decided by the very nature of their power.

Seeing that her control had been completely stripped away, the Queen of the Withered Bones' ghostly blue soul flames froze.

She no longer clung to the struggle for the dead—since she couldn't control them, she would utterly destroy this usurper!
She crossed her arms over her chest, her yellow veil fluttering wildly without wind, as if the death essence that had settled in the deep sea for millions of years was gathering madly.

The soul fire in his eye sockets transformed into two spirals, drawing upon the endless resentment and corpse energy permeating the battlefield, condensing into a "Soul Spear of Annihilation" that traversed the water.

The spear shaft was entwined with the lingering soul of a wailing monarch, and a dark point at its tip swallowed all the light and sound around it.

"Annihilate."

With her cold command, the Soul Spear pierced straight into Kindred's brow.

She didn't hold back in this attack, determined to severely damage this obstacle that stood in her way!
(End of this chapter)