Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 443 A Different Dark City, the "Chess King" on Alert!
Sensing the approach of an unfamiliar presence, the minotaur guard abruptly turned his head, his enormous nostrils spewing out two plumes of white mist mixed with the smell of sulfur.

"Halt! State your identity!"

However, Qianjue didn't even glance at it, and didn't pause in her steps at all.

The moment the questioning voice fell, the wolf spirit, who had been quietly following by his side, casually glanced in the direction of the minotaur guard.

There was no burst of light, no energy surge.

But in that one glance, the minotaur guard's body suddenly stiffened!

In those scarlet eyes, all ferocity, vigilance, and will were completely submerged and frozen!
It seemed to see the end of the world, and the insignificance and futility of its own existence.

The minotaur's mind went blank, his blood froze, and he was frozen in place, transformed into a lifelike, terrified sculpture, with no further reaction.

Kindred's figure swept past the guards and stepped into the gates of the Dark City.

The moment you step into the dark city, a cacophony of sounds, the complete opposite of the deathly silence outside, hits you.

Qianjue stood still, while Yangling's eyes swept over the interior of the dark city.

The spatial structure here bears a striking resemblance to that of some ancient kings.

The wide streets are paved with smooth, dark-etched rock, and lined with towering buildings with spires, arches, and reliefs, all in a fierce and ancient style.

The building's surface shimmered with an inextinguishable, eerie purple or pale green luster.

The streets are bustling with bizarre and fantastical creatures from the dark dimension.

As can be seen, they are mostly orcs.

A burly strongman with a bull's head and a human body carries a huge load, his stomping making a loud noise.

A seductive woman with a swaying fox tail smiled charmingly in front of the shop, but her eyes gleamed with calculation.
A sharp, hawk-like gaze fell from the eyes of some of the winged patrol guards, who vigilantly scrutinized everything.

Their clothes were very gorgeous.

Against this eternally dark backdrop, a bizarre yet magnificent visual feast is created, as if it were a grand carnival of the dead and demons.

Kindred exuded a pure, deathly stillness that seemed out of place in this world.

What is even more striking is the wolf spirit that surrounds him like a shadow, sometimes gathering and sometimes dissipating.

His existence was a "spectacle" never before seen by the well-informed inhabitants of the Dark Dimension.

Soon, many indigenous people noticed this unusual visitor.

Some eyes began to glance over, intentionally or unintentionally, with curiosity and a desire to explore.

In the Dark Dimension, one does not judge status or rank by clothing or race, but by directly observing one's "bone structure"—the most direct manifestation of the essence of the soul and the level of power.

A demonic being, clad in a magnificent mage's robe and sporting curved ram's horns, tried to gaze intently.

However, in his perception, Kindred's skeletal structure was not any known powerful form of existence, but a black and white vortex that was constantly spinning and devouring all light and perception!

The vortex was incredibly deep; with just one glance, the demon felt as if his soul was being sucked into it.

He groaned, his face turning deathly pale, and took a half-step back, not daring to look any further.

Beside him stood a tall, six-winged fallen angel whose face was hidden under a hood. His bone structure clearly showed the noble form of six wings, and he also glanced sideways.

What she perceived was an absolute "nothingness" and "end," completely different from the dark energy she was familiar with.

Then some bolder or shrewd individuals gathered around.

A merchant with a snake's head and a human body, flicking his forked tongue, tentatively asked in a hoarse voice, "Honorable... traveler, do you need a guide? Or would you like to buy some treasures? I have the finest goods here!"

A proprietress, swaying her voluptuous waist covered in fine scales, said, "Traveler, night is approaching, and the biting wind outside is no joke." "Would you like to rest at my inn? I guarantee it will be quiet and undisturbed."

……

Meanwhile, deep within the city, in a palace constructed entirely of black and white crystals, resembling a giant chessboard.

On the throne, a figure dressed in a black robe, whose face was blurred as if shrouded in mist, slowly placed a chess piece on a floating chessboard in front of him.

He is none other than the lord of this city, the King of Night and Day!

He is also known as the "Chess King".

Just as Qianjue stepped into the city gate, his finger paused slightly as he placed the piece.

A powerful, strange force, completely different from the dark energy system he was familiar with, was clearly transmitted to his senses.

"Hmm?" A soft exclamation echoed in the empty hall.

The Night King raised his head, his gaze, shrouded in mist, seemingly piercing through layers of palace walls, directly "seeing" the figure causing the commotion on the street.

With a sheep's head and a human body, accompanied by the shadow of a wolf, its bone structure is a chaotic black and white vortex.

"This power is no less than mine..." he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with solemnity.

In this vast and boundless dark dimension, there are only a handful of beings whose energy levels can rival his, and they all know each other inside and out.

This aura, however, was so unfamiliar, and it was definitely not from any known Dark King.

“Outsiders…” Night King tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne.

On the chessboard in front of them, several pieces that were originally stable began to tremble slightly.

"You trespass into my territory so openly... Why have you come?"

Regardless of the purpose, the arrival of someone of equal stature signifies that a storm is about to break.

He must proceed with caution.

Then a voice came from the sky: "Distinguished guest, we are sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

As the sound waves rolled down, the space directly in front of Kindred suddenly twisted and folded, as if a piece of silk had been seized by an invisible hand!
Light and shadow shattered and reformed within it, and in the next instant, a figure stepped out from the center of that folded space and stood quietly a few feet above the ground.

The newcomer was a man of imposing stature, shrouded in a robe that seemed to be made of eternal night—he was none other than the emperor of this city, the King of Night and Day!

He looked down from mid-air, his gaze falling on Qianjue with a scrutinizing look.

Since the other party came without any attempt to conceal it.

He naturally no longer needed to remain quietly observing from the depths of the palace.

An invisible pressure, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloped the entire long street.

The merchants, travelers, and even the patrolling guards who had been enthusiastically soliciting Qianjue just moments before now felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their faces drained of all color!
"It is the king...!"

Before he could even cry out, he was already suffocating.

The crowd scattered in terror like a receding tide, kneeling hastily on the ground with their heads bowed low, not daring to look directly at the figure in the air, much less at the strange being that had attracted the emperor's personal attention.

In the blink of an eye, the area within a hundred meters of Qianjue was completely empty, leaving him standing alone in the deserted middle of the street.

The gazes of Night King and Thousand Jade Spirit met in the air.

Space seemed to freeze at that moment.

(End of this chapter)