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"Qianyu, our car is gone."

Chapter Sixty-Nine: They never cared!

The heinous Luo Tian was completely unaware of what he had done. At this moment, he was sitting comfortably in the carriage, enjoying the dinner served by the puppet.

The patterns on the Aatrox sword, which he had casually placed aside, gleamed, and it spoke with a reluctant expression:

"You just got on the train like that? This train is so strange, aren't you afraid there might be some danger on board aimed at you?"

I can clearly sense your frail body; if you were to use any insidious methods, you might not be able to react immediately.

Luo Tian ate the carefully prepared dinner with gusto, his face showing an indifferent expression.

"But you're still here!"

"If there's any danger, I'll definitely use your power immediately. For a Darkin Blademaster like you, withstanding some minor attacks is a piece of cake, isn't it?"

Attox was speechless for a moment.

During the time he was in contact with Luo Tian, ​​Aatrox felt like he was being completely controlled by Luo Tian.

Neither strength, weaknesses, nor even his most prized verbal skills could shake Luo Tian in the slightest.

This fueled Aatrox's savagery, to the point that he even considered taking Luo Tian down with him.

But... those few words flashed through his mind, and Aatrox couldn't help but shudder.

"If those words were really carved on it, it would probably be a punishment more terrifying than death!"

"Patience, Aatrox, you must be patient!"

......

In the wilderness, the magical energy train she had summoned was unexpectedly stolen, and even someone as composed as Yin Qianyu couldn't help but change her expression.

Yin Qianyu suppressed the various unspeakable emotions in her heart and forced a smile on her pretty face, saying:

"It's alright. Since the magic train can still run, it means there are other survivors!"

This is a good thing given the current situation.

Unfortunately, the feeble words of comfort had no effect whatsoever. The feeling of turning around and extinguishing the hope that had just been given was far too intense for these survivors.

The two little girls blinked their big eyes, and tears were about to fall again.

Just as Yin Qianyu was racking her brains, wondering if she should arrange for the departing magic train to return to the Undying Station in advance, a sudden approaching aura from afar alerted her.

On a pitch-black wasteland, figures swept across the barren land, rapidly approaching Yin Qianyu and her companions.

With just one glance, Yin Qianyu was able to identify the identities of these figures.

The vast majority of these extraordinary individuals who live near this place are from different races in the surrounding cities of the Undying City, while a small number are servants belonging to the Undying Du family.

Compared to the already impressive lineup of the Undying City, the superhumans approaching now are not particularly strong, with the strongest among them only reaching the Saint realm.

This is already considered the highest combat strength of the Du family stationed in the area outside the Undying City.

Actually, it's quite normal when you think about it. If truly high-ranking extraordinary individuals had the opportunity, they would have participated in the sacrificial ceremony long ago.

These superhumans, primarily of other races, have no concept of good or evil; becoming stronger and plundering more resources is their only goal.

In just a few minutes, nearly thirty alien superhumans arrived one after another and surrounded Yin Qianyu and the others.

The leader was the strongest among the many alien races present, an ogre at the Saint level.

He swept his greedy gaze over the survivors present. More than a dozen survivors were covered in wounds, and there was no trace of extraordinary energy on their bodies.

There were only three exceptions: Yin Qianyu, Ivynia, and Vigus.

His gaze wandered, but finally his scarlet eyes landed on Yin Qianyu, who was dressed in a black robe and was vaguely seen as the leader.

A strange glint flashed in the ogre's eyes, and he questioned:

What exactly happened in the City of the Undying?

Yin Qianyu replied in a cool voice:

"As you can see, the entire Undead City is destroyed, and the Undead Lord you all revered has also died under divine punishment!"

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing the news, the ogre showed no sadness or anger; instead, it let out a wild laugh from its hideous mouth.

"Hahaha! That old bat is finally dead!"

"I've always said that the Underdark is the Underdark of our alien race. When did it become the place for a human-turned-bat to rule this place?"

"The sacrificial ceremony has already begun. There must have been those traitors who supported him in the Undead City at that time."

Now that these guys are all dead, and there's no longer any need to weigh the pros and cons, the iron cavalry of our various tribes will surely crush the entire Dark Realm!

On the desolate wilderness, all the extraordinary beings of different races were in a state of jubilation.

Only the human superhumans, their faces grim, retreated discreetly to the outermost edge of the encirclement.

These humans had essentially already pledged allegiance to the Undying Lord, representing the Undying Lord's control over the entire Underworld.

Now that the Undead Lord and the entire Undead City have been completely destroyed, their identities have become awkward.

The alien races that were previously suppressed by them will definitely see them as a thorn in their side, and the Great Yin Empire, with the Immortal Duke already dead, will not recognize their status.

The thoughts of both the alien races and the human superhumans were swirling, and it seemed that everyone was ignoring the group of survivors before them.

Amidst the wild cheers of the alien race, Yin Qianyu asked the ogre:

"In your eyes, the Dark Realm is already yours for the taking?"

Her voice was cold, as if she were making a statement, and there seemed to be no emotional fluctuation in it.

The ogre glanced at Yin Qianyu, whom he had previously ignored, and a hideous smile appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

"Is not it?"

"I admit that the Great Yin Empire is not weak. The two powerful armies, Yunlong and Fenghu, stationed in the Star World, have the strength to suppress all directions and flatten other dimensions."

As long as the Great Yin Empire is determined, our five planes will absolutely not be able to conquer the entire Dark Domain.

But...can the Great Yin Empire truly make this decision now?

"Now that the Undying Lord and many of the high-ranking nobles associated with him have died, the Great Yin Empire will inevitably fall into a struggle for these noble inheritances in a short period of time."

Those legacies consisted of precious fiefdoms, vast treasures, and the authority to colonize overseas.

With such tempting benefits, how could the Great Yin Empire dare to easily start a war?

The ogre's tone grew increasingly agitated, his crimson eyes filled with madness.

"From the moment the Undying Lord and the others died, there was no suspense in this war. Our alien race will surely gain control of the Dark Domain."

As for those so-called imperial nobles, at most they would only issue a few condemnations, and then send envoys to offer massive benefits, so that the Dark Domain under our control would nominally recognize the rule of the Great Yin Empire.

Then they loudly proclaimed the submission of the foreign tribes, creating an illusion of peace and prosperity.

As for who the Underdark truly belongs to, and the dire straits the common people within its borders are enduring, do you think they really care?

Chapter Seventy: Slaughter! Exterminate!

At this point, the cannibal's smile became sinister.

“Little girl, I can feel the anger in your heart.”

Even though the Undying Lord, who had been a scourge and ruled the entire Dark Realm, was dead, the situation in the Dark Realm had not improved in the slightest; in fact, it was deteriorating further.

This makes you start to feel confused about everything around you.

The ogre shrugged, feigning helplessness, and said:

"But this is the ugly politics, this is the reality reflected in the world of stars."

"In our Jiyue Plane, even the most powerful ogre race can enjoy enough food and warm houses."

We may be called villains, but we know very well that every cannibal is a foundation upon which our race is built.

Their past sacrifices have made our tribe so powerful today, and we will always consider them part of the tribe, ensuring they enjoy the rights they deserve.

"But in the Star World, in this self-proclaimed civilized nation, I saw nothing that could truly be called civilized."

In this country, everything is controlled by the nobles, who regard everything as their private property and plunder and exploit it.

"However, when faced with external enemies, they showed unexpected weakness and compromise, making them the most contradictory civilization system that our tribe has ever seen."

In their view, sacrificing the lower classes to save themselves was perfectly reasonable.

As he spoke, the ogre revealed a meaningful smile. He pointed to the giant crater in the distance, his scarlet eyes flashing with a strange emotion.

"Do you know how many cities on this land have achieved a similar status to the Undying City throughout its long history?"

Yin Qianyu remained silent, while the cannibal extended three fingers and slowly revealed the answer.

“Three! In just a few thousand years since the emergence of the Great Yin Empire, the Dark Region has changed hands three times.”

"But what if it changes hands three times?"

Even if one immortal lord perishes, another immortal lord who disregards the interests of ordinary people will eventually ascend to the throne of the Lord of the Dark Realm.

This is determined by the will of the empire as a whole, by the inertia brought about by history, and cannot be interfered with by any one person.

so......"

"So, what's your purpose in telling me all this?"

Yin Qianyu asked a question, her wine-red eyes beneath the black robe looking at the ugly cannibal before her.

This ogre, standing four meters tall and resembling a small giant, was covered in wounds, especially the huge wound on its chest that almost completely tore its body apart.

Four fingers on his left hand were severed, leaving only a stubby thumb, and a pale blue mark remained on his狰狞 face.

Upon closer inspection, one can clearly see that the mark is a large mouth filled with ferocious fangs.

Yin Qianyu's words were icy cold.

"Blue face and fangs, this is a mark that can only be left by the chief of the largest blue-faced tribe in the ogre tribe."

Add to that your body covered in scars and the four severed fingers of your left hand, should I call you the former King of Ogres? Or perhaps your infamous title of Sedition?

Even after Yin Qianyu exposed his identity, the Ogre King showed no embarrassment and continued speaking with a serious expression:

"So what if I was once the Ogre King? Is there something wrong with what I'm saying?"

"Young man, I'm just stating a fact."