Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Harosa looked at the gray ball of light. After the fusion, he found that he could touch it. This was partly because his spiritual power had taken a step forward from the peak of the Spirit Realm after the fusion, and partly because the white ball of light was protecting the gray ball of light.

Harosa, who possessed the memories of the soul of Blue Star, looked thoughtfully at the gray ball of light. He felt a sense of familiarity, but something was missing.

Stimulate mental energy.

A deep, powerful voice rang out: "I hold the sun and moon in my hands and pluck the stars from the sky; there is no one like me in this world!"

This is just right.

The Necromancer Saint, the Undead Calamity, Elex, achieved his reputation as the most resilient being with his demigod consciousness. Although he was half-dead and fragmented, he believed that it was better to live a miserable life than to die.

"What a pity, Huo Yuhao has become Xiao Sanzi's dog and forgotten about you. He didn't even think of finding your other fragments of consciousness to revive you."

The gray light trembled slightly but ultimately failed to materialize into the human form that Harosa remembered; it seemed to be too weak.

The fact that fragments of divine consciousness could still exist after ten thousand years is clearly inferior to Huo Yuhao's.

"You seem to recognize me?" A weak and aged voice came from the gray light, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment.

Harosa, who is familiar with the Three Young Masters series, certainly knows how well Electrox and Harosa are a good match. One is a necromancer and the other is a resurrected being from the underworld. They are a perfect match!

Therefore, it was impossible to let the fragments of Electrolux's consciousness dissipate, so his spiritual sea immediately surged and enveloped them, nurturing them.

"I've only seen your other fragments of consciousness." Harosa's tone was indifferent. Who isn't a demigod?

Electrolux said thoughtfully, "This fragment of my consciousness is too weak and has few memories. I cannot repay your help. Perhaps I will remember something when I wake up from my slumber."

Harosa didn't care much about the present or the future. "Fine, go to sleep. If you don't remember, I'll eat you."

The main focus is on avoiding waste.

His mind went silent, and Harosa floated quietly as he pondered his next steps.

In the original story, he was severely injured by the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena in the far north, and was eventually killed by Qian Gu Die Ting in the interdimensional war, and surprisingly did not resurrect.

He guessed that he was obviously being suppressed by Tang Hao, the thief. He was the child of the plane, born from the remnant will of the Douluo plane, so naturally he would be suppressed by the plane master Tang Hao.

Despite his unparalleled talent, he was still no match for Yun Ming. He failed to create a demigod, and only managed to avoid being defeated by Yun Ming by relying on the powerful and troublesome nature of his martial spirit, the Underworld King Sword.

Thinking of this, Harosa seemed to be provoked and laughed sarcastically: "I never expected that the Sea God, whom the Douluo Continent has worshipped for thousands of years, would actually be this kind of person. He really treats the Douluo world like his own backyard."

"How many chosen ones in my Douluo Continent couldn't become gods without being dogs?!"

For so many years, so many people have struggled and struggled to become gods, yet the reason they have never succeeded is actually this.

The salty smell of seawater rushed into his nostrils, and a tearing pain came from deep within his body. It was an injury caused by the combined efforts of the three Limit Douluo. Even if he was resurrected, he could not be healed instantly.

He sensed the state of his body. His soul core was dim and lifeless, his soul power was almost exhausted, and his mental energy was also greatly depleted, barely maintaining himself at the threshold of the Spirit Realm.

That proud four-word battle armor was already shattered. Oh, it shouldn't be called special three-word battle armor. In the original story, Harosa couldn't create a true four-word battle armor without the help of a divine craftsman. He used special methods to transform his three-word battle armor into something comparable to a four-word battle armor.

If a true four-word battle armor could be forged, the strength would be even greater.

Harosa thought back carefully. He was of the same generation as Tianjuan Douluo. In the original story, Yun Ming became famous throughout the continent after he disappeared, which was around this time. He guessed that he was less than a hundred years older than Yun Ming.

The master craftsman Zhenhua and Yunming are of the same generation, but it is unknown whether the current master craftsman is Zhenhua or his master Yuanhua.

"That's really pathetic." He twitched the corner of his mouth, a self-deprecating thought rising within him. The merged memories gave him a clearer understanding of his situation. The full-force attack from three Limit Douluos—Bei Songhe, Long Yeyue, and Qian Gu Dieting—combined with the accumulation of ten thousand years by the Golden Ancient Tree, it was indeed a miracle that he survived. It was also thanks to the favor of the plane's will and the special nature of the Hades Sword Martial Soul.

Everyone else is a four-word battle armor master, but I'm the only one who can't?

He tried to mobilize a wisp of soul power, which immediately triggered excruciating pain in his meridians. "Tsk, this injury probably won't heal for several months." He gave up the idea of ​​immediate recovery and instead focused his attention on his spiritual sea.

In the center of his sea of ​​consciousness, the grayish-brown ball of light floated silently—it was the remaining fragment of Electrolux's divine consciousness. Under the active guidance of the new consciousness after the fusion, the power of the sea of ​​consciousness was slowly enveloping and nourishing it, preventing it from dissipating further.

Or should I just swallow it? That should help me recover quickly.

"Electra..." Harosa murmured the name. The memories of Blue Star brought information about this necromancer—glory, fall, and oblivion. A sense of shared suffering welled up within him. They were both pawns manipulated and discarded by a higher being.

Alas, forget it.

"The chosen one of the Douluo Continent? Ha, in the eyes of the God King, he's nothing more than a useful tool, or... an obstacle that needs to be eliminated." He recalled his own frustrating death in the later part of the original story, the chosen "heroes" like Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie, and Tang Wulin who eventually became a god.

A chilling killing intent rose from the depths of his heart, purer than the aura of the underworld.

The one who stood in his way was Tang San! This God King who stole the power over the plane and treated the entire Douluo Continent as his private property!

"So what if he's a god-king?" Harosa's eyes sharpened like knives. Despite his weakened state, the pride that belonged to Hades and the favored one of the planes burned fiercely under the indomitable will of the merged Blue Star soul.

"A thief is still a thief. What right do your rules have to bind me? What right do your arrangements have to decide my life or death?"

He struggled to turn over, no longer drifting with the current, but instead began to use a sliver of his mental energy to guide the water flow, allowing himself to float slowly in one direction.

The aura of death is quite strong there, making it easier to absorb and recover.

As for the fragments of Electrolux's consciousness... Harosa sensed the faint but stable fluctuations in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This was an unexpected bonus, a "legacy" from ten thousand years ago. Once he regains some of his power, perhaps he can try to communicate with it. Necromancy and rebirth in the underworld—it sounds incredibly promising.

Perhaps this could become his trump card to break the rules and confront the God King.

The sea breeze was icy, whipping at his tattered clothes and pale face. His injuries were severe, and the road ahead was fraught with thorns and traps set by the God-King. But there was no fear in Harosa's eyes, only an almost cold calm and resolute determination.

"Tang Hao... Shrek Academy... Spirit Tower..." He murmured these names, each word carrying a chilling coldness. "And that high and mighty God King... you just wait."

"Anyone who stands in my way to godhood, whether human or god, will be killed without mercy!"

He closed his eyes, fell silent, and focused all his attention on guiding the water flow. Upon reaching a certain point, the water absorbed the power of death, and his body slowly repaired itself while his will was silently tempered.

The next awakening will be the beginning of revenge and resistance.