919: Chapter 573: The Secret Revenge Plan 919: Chapter 573: The Secret Revenge Plan The rumors spreading rapidly around the valley were a mix of truth and deception; it was hard for ordinary people to distinguish, but one thing was certain, the undead truly existed here.
The situation at Blood Horn was particularly severe.
The place could no longer be called Blood Horn but had co to be known as Black Mist Corner, filled everywhere with black fog that obscured all visibility of its true form.
Various terrifying screams erged from what was once the young Red Dragon’s Dragon’s Nest.
Among these screams, one was particularly loud and clear.
It was shouting a na, a na from which one could feel no warmth—only a deep-seated hatred emanating from the very marrow of his bones, as if that na endowed him with imnse strength.
That na was none other than Gaven.
Not just Gaven, who had only been here once, but even if the young Red Dragon were to be reborn and return, he would not recognize this place as his forr Dragon’s Nest.
The area was filled with various kinds of bloodstains, bones, corpses, and other undead casting materials.
Compared to this, the research laboratories of the Efanso Underground City were clearer and cleaner, like a small puddle before the gates of Hell.
This place was truly a hell on earth.
Where treasure had once piled up in the forr Dragon’s Nest, now there was an even larger pile of corpses comprising various wild animals, humanoid beings, monsters, and so on, seemingly haphazardly assembled.
In reality, this arrangent followed its own twisted rule, which if observed too much by ordinary people, could pollute and profoundly impact both their sight and spirit.
Barely discernible at the heart of this massive pile of bodies was the silhouette of a person.
The clearest na was shouted from his mouth—he had been transford into a revived corpse by Dilila, and his na was Rogan Nuote.
“He’s back, he’s back, he’s back, what are you waiting for?
Attack, launch a full attack, kill him, we must kill him,” Rogan shouted tirelessly at Dilila, “This is what you once promised , this is my sacred power, and now I have beco imnsely powerful, already possessing the strength to kill him.”
Beside the huge pile of bodies, the tall figure bustling about was none other than Dilila, the high priestess of the Undying Goddess of Vengeance.
In comparison to the massive pile of bodies, she appeared so small, but it was she who had turned this place into this ghastly appearance.
Used to Rogan’s incessant babbling, Dilila rarely responded, but this ti she said with urgency, “Not enough, not enough, far from enough.
The adversary is a blaspheming mage who has stolen part of the Goddess’s power.
To fight against him, you must possess the power to suppress such strength.
Your current power is rely superficial, still incapable of withering his Undead Vengeance power’s counterattack.
Plus, we only have one chance, if we fail, the divine power he has stolen might consu us.
Don’t rush, don’t rush, my plans have already begun, and soon you will understand the intricacies.”
Rogan was anxious, but Dilila was more so.
After they had agreed to cooperate, he had been trapped here, turned into a tool for her God’s Chosen mission, ignorant of the outside situation.
Dilila, on the other hand, monitored every move of Gaven, clearly knowing his recent deeds.
His rate of growth had far exceeded her expectations.
Just as she thought she was sufficiently prepared and ready to act, he suddenly revealed a card she hadn’t seen coming, turning all her preparations into a pitiful joke.
Even in his peak state, the God of Degeneration and Corruption, Moando, was far stronger than the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, Chiaranlisha.
Even now, in his divine demise state, a cal, though slim, remained bigger than a horse; as long as he had not completely died, residual power would still radiate into this world.
But his Divine Root in the Primordial Temple was easily destroyed, and they would certainly not fare well if they rashly rushed out.
Especially since Dilila deeply understood how powerful and unique the stolen power of the Undying Goddess of Vengeance that Gaven had was.
Combined, the power of the Demigod Ruptured Palm and the Divine Child Elvis could match half of the current power of the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, Chiaranlisha.
Compared to killing Gaven, retrieving that portion of Undead Divinity was more urgent.
If she could reclaim that power, the Undying Goddess of Vengeance could stabilize her fragnted Divine Nature, awaken from her slumber, and easily kill a mortal who had stolen from her.
However, she discovered that the Undead Divinity was not on Gaven.
It made sense; a mortal couldn’t contain divinity, especially Undead Divinity.
If it were induced into the body, it wouldn’t grant imnse strength but would kill the individual, directly transforming them into an undead controlled by the Undying Goddess of Vengeance.
The Undead Divinity had cleverly been stored by him in all the original points, in the manor that the Goddess had tried to erode into her domain.
Yet, she hadn’t anticipated not only the terrifying speed of Gaven’s personal power growth but also the frightening pace_PLUGIN:[…]
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