This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Abyss stood amidst the group of monsters that looked terrifying but now appeared harmless. With a mere thought, he made them scatter and form a circle, like professionally trained circus animals.

"So these are the followers of the Lord of Death and Silence...?"

Abyss looked at them for a while, then gently waved to them.

If anyone else were nearby, they would be shocked by what they were seeing: the black mud on the shadow demons was rapidly peeling off, revealing animal bodies, and the black mud that fell to the ground was gradually coalescing into humanoid bodies.

Here were the blue dwarves the Abyss had seen in the Dead World, as well as other creatures: winged people, hairy orcs, and people who looked almost identical to the Hay-Tvir. These people clearly came from different worlds; before going to the Dead World, the Lord of the Dead must have traveled to—or rather, destroyed—several worlds.

“Merciful Lord, I worship you.” Those who had regained their original appearances knelt on one knee before the Abyss in a unified posture. They came from different worlds and spoke the same language. Regardless of their appearance, they all had the same devout and solemn expression.

Abyss doesn't like this feeling, and perhaps neither does the Lord of Death.

However, this characteristic is unique to gods, and mortals will worship gods.

The Abyss wanted to say something; he didn't want his followers to kneel before him, nor did he wish for anyone to submit, but he couldn't utter a word. After a long silence, he finally simply waved his hand at the followers again, and they dispersed automatically.

Next... let's find a few necromancers from the Council of the Dead and test the effects of divine power on them.

Chapter 290 The Power of Gods

This virtual world originates from the Abyss's memories. While the Abyss cannot directly sense the locations of the Council of the Dead's secret outposts here, he can still sense a few familiar faces—the necromancer he encountered at the exchange, whom he can now also sense there. This memory, in a remarkably humane way, leaves those people at the exchange, rather than letting them vanish into thin air.

Thus, Abyss easily found the necromancers outside the exchange.

Without needing to move like a mortal or use any spatial teleportation magic, Abyss simply thought it through, took a step, and instantly arrived at his desired destination. When he reached the mountain outside the exchange, the necromancers were staring at each other, clearly still in the same state as when the necromancer named Mekansm had just been taken away.

"What is that!" A necromancer saw the suddenly arriving Abyss and immediately pointed in surprise at the Abyss, whose skin had now completely turned into a shiny metallic sheen.

The other necromancers, following the man's shout, also turned their gazes to the Abyss.

Everyone was stunned when they saw what the Abyss looked like.

The Abyss could see surprise, fear, and a hint of awe in their eyes. This was the natural effect of the power of an evil god on mortals.

What are the abilities of the Lord of Death? The God of Magic did not explain them to the Abyss in detail, and the Lord of Death did not leave any written descriptions during this experience. However, this did not leave the Abyss at a loss. He instinctively knew what he should do now.

He stretched out his hand to the astonished necromancers, and without making any unnecessary movements, a powerful force emanated from his body.

hum-

The fluctuation of power reached the necromancers. Under this powerful and mysterious force, none of the necromancers were sent flying as if they had been hit, nor were they blown to pieces as if they had been attacked by magic. Instead, they remained intact in place.

Their skin, along with the clothes they wore, began to churn unnaturally, as if they had been turned into fluid.

Without any screams, the necromancers didn't even show the slightest sign of pain. They stared blankly at the Abyss for a moment, and then knelt down directly in its direction.

“Great Lord, we salute you,” the necromancers said in unison.

Their bodies were still churning, just like the black sludge on the Shadow Demons. The difference was that they hadn't turned black; instead, they maintained their original color, making them look more like unstable phantoms than terrifying monsters.

At this moment, the Abyss could feel that he had completely dominated these necromancers. It wasn't mind control through illusions or the like, but rather that he had earned their utmost respect from the very core of their being—as if they were born to worship and serve the Abyss. No amount of illusion, no matter how skilled the psychiatrist, or how terrible the punishment, could dilute their faith in the slightest.

No fighting is needed; the Abyss could defeat mortals with a mere thought. His outstretched hand was simply him familiarizing himself with the initial release of his power. This is the difference between gods and mortals. If, before the Abyss experienced divine power, a mortal challenging a god was a joke, now it's not even a joke; the Abyss wouldn't even bother laughing at such a thing.

"This is the true power that an evil god who has fully descended into this world can display." The voice of the god of magic rang in Abyss's ears. "Even we cannot display this power for the time being, because we are restricted by the creator god and cannot directly interfere in the mortal world, otherwise we will pay a heavy price."

Abyss finally understood why the Lord of Nightmares and the Lord of Bullying were so proud. Although they had never officially descended upon Hay-Twelve, they had successfully descended upon other worlds and knew the vast difference between themselves and mortals. How could they possibly care about mortals? If Hay-Twelve didn't have special mortals with complex backgrounds like Abyss, this world might not have been able to withstand the simultaneous attack of so many evil gods.

This power allowed Abisto to understand many things from the past in an instant, and it also brought him a sense of joy.

Such immense power is hidden within my body. If I can activate it, I too can become a powerhouse of this level.

At that time, we will be one step closer to defeating the Creator God. As for further narrowing the gap in rank with the Creator God, we can rely on the Creator God's power within our five familiars.

Mortals may only be puppets of the system, limited by it, and moving step by step according to its arrangements. But what about gods? Gods may have other ways to access the system.

With another thought from the Abyss, his body traversed an unknown distance and instantly appeared in front of a crown.

"Lord of Delusion, I have come to you." He finally uttered his first words after entering this experience.

The crown emitted a slight ripple, a projection of the Lord of Delusion's power. Now, in the eyes of the Abyss, the crown was no longer an elusive, mysterious object. The Abyss could observe the crown from a higher dimension, just as a mortal's eye could fixate on an ordinary object placed on a table—it could no longer disappear and reappear at will under the Abyss's watchful eye.

The figure of the Lord of Delusion slowly appeared before Abyss.

His dark eyes stared at the Abyss, his face showing a mixture of fear and disgust.

The once mysterious and troublesome Lord of Delusion is now, in the eyes of the Abyss, no stronger than a mortal. The Abyss, already in a state of complete descent, faces the Lord of Delusion, who is unable to descend and can only influence the world through a crown, much like a two-hundred-pound Western Empire strongman facing a frail sixty-nine-year-old man.

“Bellator… perhaps we can coexist peacefully…”

The expression on the Lord of Delusion's face clearly showed that He was not speaking sincerely.

"no need."

Abyss gave a brief reply, and then his thoughts stirred again.

Expel.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" The Lord of Delusion let out a scream that was completely out of character.

Under the absolute suppression of power, the Lord of Delusion was utterly powerless against the Abyss. This was an absolute advantage, a victory belonging to the power of an evil god at his peak!

Chapter 291 The Power of Life and Death

The Abyss's immense power is completely squeezing the Lord of Delusion out of this world.

The Lord of Delusion seemed to be struggling desperately, and Abyss could feel the divine power emanating from him constantly impacting the power he was releasing.

However, this struggle was futile. The power of the Abyss was simply too overwhelming. Although the Abyss, at its peak, wasn't a super-powerful evil god like the Lord of Delusion who had destroyed multiple worlds, it still possessed considerable strength. Under its forceful expulsion, the Lord of Delusion, despite his struggles, could not slow down the speed at which he was forced out of this world.

This is the power of a god. Facing the evil god who once required both wit and courage, the Abyss can now crush him with sheer force. As for the Lord of Delusion's escape, the Abyss is not worried at all. As a god, he can see the situation in higher dimensions, and the Lord of Delusion simply has no way to escape.

"I will definitely... come back!" the Lord of Delusion shouted hoarsely to the Abyss.

Abyss remained silent, but the power it released increased by a level. No matter how much the Lord of Delusion uttered harsh words, he could not reverse the trend of being squeezed out.

"You just wait...! Aaaaaah!"

Soon, the figure of the Lord of Delusion disappeared without a trace after a sway, and the crown, which was the Lord of Delusion's artifact, gradually melted away and finally turned into a puddle of black mud—it no longer possessed the properties of a medium for an evil god.

The Abyss also learned what the Lord of Death's power was—His power was erosion, pure erosion, transforming whatever he saw into whatever he desired. This erosion could spread freely at His command, or it could remain confined to a corner at His will, and anything eroded by His power would fall under His control.

Abyss manipulated the crown with his mind, and the crown transformed into various shapes and colors under his will, just like a child playing with colored clay.

The crown that Starr had previously tried so hard to destroy was now easily taken by the Abyss, who also drove away the evil god who had used it to invade the world. All of this took less than a minute, as simple as drinking water for the Abyss.

The power of an evil god! So powerful!

A surge of ecstasy rose within Abyss.

He wasn't an arrogant person, but this power was simply too immense. After it was given to the Abyss to experience, the Abyss felt a significant increase in his own power, which led to his ecstatic joy. If an ordinary person obtained such power, they would probably be so happy that they would forget who they were before.

It's like someone who has been quadriplegic since birth suddenly gaining healthy limbs. Things they couldn't do before, they can now do; things they could do before, they can now do even more easily. It's hard not to feel excited about that.

So, shall we go and give it a try on the continent of Hai-Tver?

Abyss was overjoyed and decided to go to the main continent to test his power.

The necromancers of the Shadowlands are utterly inadequate; even the evil god couldn't withstand a single blow. Perhaps it's better to try something else. With this power, let's teach a lesson to those on the continent whom the Abyss dislikes: the rich and heartless, the bullies, the hot-blooded and violent, and so on.

With that thought in mind, Abyss took a step toward the continent and instantly arrived at his destination.

His will has long since covered the entire continent; he knows exactly where people are suffering and where they need help.

It's time to make good use of my power and experience the joy of having the power of life and death.

Abyss's heart was filled with joy.

He immediately moved to the side of a nobleman who was whipping a servant and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Who?" The nobleman felt someone pat his shoulder and immediately turned around, only to see a strange object that was entirely silver-white and shimmering.

The nobleman was so frightened that he fell to the ground, dropping his whip. The slaves around him, who had been screaming in agony, stared in terror at the suddenly appearing Abyss, trembling all over.

Abyss reached out to the nobleman, preparing to unleash its power and turn this bullying nobleman into its follower.

But in the end, he didn't do it.

"Was this how I acted when I was still a mortal?"

He suddenly began to reflect.

When the Abyss was a mortal, he disliked judging others, preferring to let the wicked be judged by the right people. But now that he's a god, why does he do this? Arbitrarily deciding the life and death of mortals? Ignoring the victims, merely standing high above, representing everyone in the name of justice? Is it because he is now a god that mortals have lost their right to stand before him?

What arrogance! The equality that the Abyss once valued is now being smashed to pieces by him.

Abis suddenly shook his head.

"What am I doing?" Abyss lowered his hand, turned around, and left.

This is a space created by memory, and the Abyss will not gain anything by "upholding justice" here.

As he connected with the Abyss, he felt his consciousness gradually detach from this place. It seemed his time for experience had come, and it was time for him to leave.

The time constructed from this memory gradually shattered and blurred, and Abyss's consciousness quickly rose and soon returned to reality.

What came into view was the beautiful and tranquil garden of the divine realm. The God of Magic stood before him, watching him silently, and said nothing after Abyss regained consciousness.

"Yes, Lady of Magic, I'm back. I've taken a look at the experience the Lord of Death left me with this time, and this power is truly remarkable. If I possess this power, I'll definitely be able to better fulfill the mission entrusted to me by my master and the Lord of Death..."

Kara.

Just then, Abyss suddenly heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw that the sound was coming from a golden sword that had just been sheathed.

The other eight gods stood behind him, silently putting away their weapons.

Having just experienced the effects left behind by the Lord of Death and Silence, Abyss was completely unprepared. Each of the eight gods behind him had the opportunity to make his soul disappear forever.

"Wow... this is really..." Abyss paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "Were you guys planning to kill me just now?"

Chapter 292 Master's Legacy

The eight deities other than the God of Magic withdrew their weapons or powers without any embarrassment, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to do.

Abyss was not angered by the Nine Gods' actions; he simply looked at them calmly, waiting for them to speak.