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Chapter 578 Griss: Dead against living, the advantage is mine!

"You bunch of useless trash, hurry up and get it done!"

"Anyone who dawdles again, don't blame me for turning you all into puppets!"

Deep within the underworld, Gris was urging a group of alien martial saints to advance quickly.

The obsessive entities that relentlessly bombarded and attacked.

These bodies and spirits are dead, but because of the unique environment of the underworld and the bodies driven by obsession, Gris simply and crudely calls them obsession bodies.

Many of them are like the skeleton soldiers encountered in front of the bronze gate.

They are numerous, almost covering the entire mountainside.

With a few random strokes, a formidable battle formation can be formed, unleashing incredible power.

To say that these obsessive entities are weak is indeed true.

An ordinary ghost soldier skeleton could be wiped out by a martial saint with a single strike.

As long as they are not allowed to accumulate to a certain number and form a complete battle formation, and some of the forces belonging to the underworld are mobilized to attack, they can be considered to be completely harmless.

These skeletal ghost soldiers are the most numerous in the entire underworld, and they retain the lowest level of combat instincts, making them practically mindless and confused.

Even an ordinary martial artist who has acquired skills can easily defeat it.

However, this does not mean that the army of obsessive beings can be easily pushed forward and slaughtered by Gris and others.

Even among those obsessed with something, there are powerful individuals.

Just like the bull-headed and horse-faced demons we encountered in front of the bronze gate.

Just minutes before, the alien warriors led by Gris were besieged by two powerful obsession beings, one black and one white.

Certainly, Gris can, to some extent, deceive the boundless obsessions in the underworld, making them regard him and others as part of the underworld.

This allows them to avoid being besieged and travel at the fastest speed.

Compared to Lu Wenwu's "official status," this ability undoubtedly represents a huge gap.

Not only can it not be commanded, but it is also very difficult to deceive the other party if their remaining will is even slightly stronger.

What does this resemble?

It's like wearing all black in the dark to pretend you're invisible.

In a dark place, if you encounter someone with poor eyesight who isn't wearing glasses, you can usually fool them from a distance.

But once you get close, you have to see if the other person is paying attention to you.

Even if their attention isn't on themselves, they can still fool themselves.

But if you're even slightly vigilant, you'll observe carefully when walking at night.

At close range, even face-to-face, anyone with eyes can see a dark shadow bouncing around there.

If you happen to meet someone with good eyesight, they might be able to spot you from hundreds of meters away.

That is why Gris did not choose to travel in a straight line, which would be the fastest route.

Instead, he led his subordinates through winding paths, using his powerful perception to detect the presence of any powerful entities with strong obsessions, and tried to avoid them as much as possible.

Unfortunately, this time it failed.

The two figures, one in black and one in white, not only possessed exceptional perception abilities, but also had first-rate command and combat skills.

For this, the alien warriors paid the price of one Fifth-Level Martial Saint being seriously injured, two Third-Level Martial Saints dying in battle and being transformed into puppets, and more than ten people suffering minor injuries before they could barely defeat their opponent.

These two, one in black and one in white, called themselves the Black and White Impermanence. Not only were their injuries lighter than those of Ox-Head and Horse-Face, but they also retained stronger fighting instincts.

Even because their obsession was so strong, they still retained some wisdom.

Naturally, their combat power has also been greatly enhanced.

They are simply not comparable to the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who are only left with instincts and whose bodies are severely damaged.

If it weren't for Gris personally taking action, even if the Six-Character Martial Saint among the alien races fought to the death, he probably would only be able to barely fight against one of them.

Whether they can win remains to be seen.

Playing at home gives them a huge advantage.

Fighting in this kind of place against a tireless, endlessly powerful, and fearless obsessive entity.
This severely limits one's performance.

The further you go, the more obsessive beings you encounter in this devastated ancient battlefield.

As they ventured deeper, some of the vengeful spirits could be discerned from their tattered clothes, which were now reduced to mere scraps of cloth, that they were clearly not of the same faction as the ghostly soldiers and skeletons.

Sometimes, when the two sides get too close, they start fighting on their own.

This attracts more obsessive entities to join the battle, constantly expanding the battlefield.

The two sides, already dead, fought only by instinct. Even though their bodies were broken and mutilated, they still launched war after war driven by their obsession.

The bones have long since piled up into a high mountain, known as the High Wall.

Countless skeletons and dried, decaying body tissues were scattered all over the ground, covering almost every inch of the road and completely obscuring the original landscape.

Whenever the Obsessives were engaged in civil war, Gris would take the opportunity to secretly lead his men away from a distance.

This trick usually works.

Sometimes it doesn't work very well either.

The intense aura of death emanating from Griss allowed him to thrive in this world.

Without needing to rely on the power of a portion of the death authority to deceive, those ghostly skeletons and their obsessive thoughts will treat them as their own and ignore them directly.

The other group of obsessive beings, dressed in tattered cloth resembling a magic robe and wielding longswords and broken swords, were quite different.

When Gris first encountered this obsessive being, it was a being that retained a certain level of intelligence, like the Black and White Impermanence, yet was dominated by its own obsessions and instincts.

The other person had sunken eyes, shriveled skin, and a withered face. A large hole had been cut open in the chest, and the heart, the entire left shoulder, and the left arm were missing.

It looks just like a mutilated zombie.

What was even more shocking was that Gris could detect a faint fluctuation of qi and blood in it.

This means that its physical life force has not been completely extinguished, and a small portion of its cells still retain cellular activity.

This discovery greatly surprised Gris.

It guarantees, by virtue of its race and identity, that the obsessive entities in this world have accumulated at least two to three million years of history.

What kind of powerful being could remain incorruptible and even retain some vitality two or three million years after its fall?
This is simply outrageous.

At that time, this obsessive entity was wearing a drab robe with many holes and rushed forward carrying a broken sword.

His white hair flew wildly behind his head, and his long-dried and decaying vocal cords emitted a hoarse roar like a broken gong.

"Remnants of the Underworld!"

"His evil deeds have aroused the wrath of both gods and men!"

"Be punished!"

"Uprightness and justice prevail!"

This unidentified, obsessive entity made it extremely difficult for Gris to fight.

Even though the opponent was dead, his effortless and natural way of using the laws still made him feel extremely troubled.

The fighting instinct and sword intent that had been completely ingrained in his bones did not diminish with the passage of time; instead, they became even sharper and filled with a strong sense of death.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a spirit from the underworld, who seemed to be this guy's old rival, drawing all the attention away from the broken sword cultivator's spirit, it would have been a different story.

Gris's team is likely to lose several key generals. Even he himself needs to take this level of battle seriously; one wrong move and they could be wiped out.

The further you go in, the more scenes of battles between the two sides you will encounter.

It's hard to imagine that millions of years have passed, and both sides of the war have long since died, yet their obsessions and bodies are still fighting each other on the battlefield.

This meat grinder, which can be described as the longest war in fashion, will probably only truly end when one side's corpse has completely decomposed.

As the number of internal conflicts within the obsession surges, so too does the danger zone.

Correspondingly, there are fewer safe routes available for detours.

Gris's team was increasingly drawn into battles against the Obsessives.

Those powerful alien warriors who were once invincible on the star battlefield are becoming increasingly exhausted, with many wounded and quite a few killed in battle.

However, after they died in battle, their bodies were also put to good use by Gris.

They could use the unique geographical environment of the underworld to create zombie puppets stronger than normal, or ignite their still-burning souls into undead fire to keep them fighting.

What did that sentence say?

Hero! I will fight alongside you! And your deceased brother too!

By: Necromancer.

As one group decreased while another increased, the alien race under Gris's command continued to suffer injuries and die in battle.

However, their combat power is strangely increasing more and more.

This is a truly hellish thing.

Clearly, Gris didn't care much about this.

He shouldn't care.

Why would an undead creature care about death?

For their race, death is merely the beginning of true eternal life.

As the Black Crystal Skull and Lord of Mourning, he finds zombies and puppets more convenient to use.

Moreover, they can amplify their power with their own, unleashing even greater strength than they possessed in life.

Of course, converting a large number of subordinates into zombies and golems is not a flawless plan.

With more than half of the alien powerhouses turned into zombies and golems, Gris had to juggle his own battles, reconnaissance, and escape with the task of commanding these creatures who had lost their agency.

Furthermore, with the underworld engulfed in chaos, countless heroes and ghosts from the past gathered here, ready to roll up their sleeves and annihilate the enemy.

The battles inevitably increased.

More battles mean more powerful individuals.

They are the kind of strong individuals who have retained a certain level of wisdom.

The powerful figures, just as they had in life, joined forces to organize countless grassroots combat forces and wage the war that had been going on for millions of years, a war that was still unfinished in their previous lives.

Deep within the underworld, the scale and intensity of the battlefield grew larger and larger, gradually reaching a point where there was no way to escape and it was necessary to break through the battlefield blockade and advance forward by relying on one's own combat strength.

This severely slowed down Gris's progress.

However, even so, Gris still believes that the advantage lies with him.

He has this confidence.

He certainly has the ability to do so.

As someone who simultaneously possesses multiple undead creature races, he has an extremely thorough understanding of the authority involved.

As the saying goes, "stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade."

Throughout his long life, Gris acquired an extremely vast body of knowledge.

He knew all too well about the underworld and other realms exclusive to the dead.

Especially those belonging to the pantheon alliance and the countless parallel worlds of Earth derived from it.

The Greek pantheon of Chthonyus, the Egyptian pantheon of Tuat, the Japanese pantheon of the Underworld, the Norse pantheon of Helheim, and the Christian pantheon of Hell.
These are all beings that Gris knows very well and is extremely familiar with.

He was currently in the underworld, which was extremely similar to the shared underworld of the unified divine system of China, which encompassed the Heavenly Court, Buddhism, demons, Taoism, and other sects. He was already very familiar with it.

There was no other way; the Divine Continent Alliance was the strongest in the entire Divine Alliance, and it had the most powerful members.

Each aspect, taken individually, is an extremely formidable force.

When combined, they can only be described in two words—invincible!
As undead beings within the True Demon faction, they are naturally the nemesis of the dead in the Divine Alliance.

To defeat your opponent, you must understand them thoroughly.

Gris, who has always had lofty aspirations, is very strict with himself, and his breadth of knowledge is unmatched even by the knowledgeable Xiao Bao.

His understanding of the underworld was even clearer than that of Lu Wenwu, the serving ghost officer.

He knows many secrets that even he doesn't know.

Therefore, Gris believes that no matter how talented Lu Wenwu is, he is useless in the current world.

What good is being able to fight if you're just out there in the world?

It's all about power!

The background needs to be explained!

In a arena belonging to the dead, how can you, a living person, compete with me, a dead person?

Indeed, Gris's logic was meticulous, and his judgments were flawless.

This is just under normal circumstances, under normal circumstances.

Lu Wenwu is completely out of sorts.

The situation he encountered was clearly not ordinary either.

So Gris never expected that Lu Wenwu, a strong and muscular man with a body like a dragon, could actually be connected to the underworld.

Moreover, this hook is hanging extremely deep.

He's a serving underworld official!

Who the hell could have imagined this?
Look at your muscular physique, like a marble sculpture, and your fighting style, which consists of nothing but punching.

How exactly do you have any connection to the term "underworld messenger"?

With that immense, boundless aura of blood and energy, ordinary ghosts wouldn't even get close before their soaring yang energy evaporated them completely from a hundred meters away, purifying them on the spot.

You're telling me you're a ghost messenger?

What a joke!

What's the difference between this and a centenarian standing up from a wheelchair to win the Olympic gold medal in the 100 meters?
Gris clearly doesn't have such a crazy imagination.

Therefore, he couldn't even imagine such a possibility.

Literary works require logic, but reality often does not.

Not only did this happen, but Lu Wenwu also took full advantage of it.

I don't care about this or that. My main job as an underworld official, Lu Wenwu, is to take advantage of the absence of my superiors to appoint myself to official positions, and to be three ranks higher than any official I meet in the underworld!

fighting?

nonexistent!

(End of this chapter)