Versatile Mage: Dragon's Lair, Lord of the Dragon Clan!

Chapter 110: In the underworld of Shayuan, the ultimate battle between the undead in the world begins!
Several black whirlpools emerged, and from the largest one, a terrifying giant hand stretched out. Then, a figure as big as a mountain slowly walked out.

"Roar!!!!!"

Along with the roar of the mountain corpse, dense swarms of undead walked out of the portal between the Abyss and the human world.

The sword and axe zombies that could easily kill hundreds of ordinary people came out in groups, and the terrifying ghosts flew out, covering the entire sky.

“Ahhh~~~~~~~~”

In mid-air, a vigorous roar was particularly deafening. It was a body made entirely of gray bones. A pair of amazing bone wings covered the dark clouds, and when they were fully stretched out, the thorns on them were clearly visible.

Skeleton Dragon!

A blood-red figure quietly appeared on the shoulder of the mountain corpse. It was clearly an ordinary skeleton, but its aura was even stronger than that of the Skeleton Dragon!
Red Skull Lord!

Appearing with these three were the Queen of Nine Netherworlds, the Agate Corpse King, the Ghost King, and two great monarchs whose names Lin Chen did not know.

All the dead kings from all directions were dispatched, and the pyramid also took action instantly.

Thousands of twin bull ghosts landed first, blocking the pyramid, followed by the phalanx of evil swordsmen and the army of mummies.

Scorpion Lord Medusa slid down the pyramid silently, bringing with her three Scorpion Men Medusas. Her terrifying snake-haired breath made a chilling sound.

The Evil Scale Pharaoh waved his staff and deployed his troops in an attempt to block the attack of the Chinese Undead Empire.

Dozens of Hades frogs took the initiative to move forward, walked to the front of the formation, and formed the first line of defense with tens of thousands of underworld trackers.

A trace of solemnity flashed across the Evil Scale Pharaoh's stiff brows. The opposing team's lineup was no weaker than theirs, and seemed to be well prepared, having already formed their formation the moment they stepped out of the door.

The Evil Scale Pharaoh looked up at the towering figure. The aura of this big guy seemed to be no weaker than that of the Sphinx. Without someone of the same level to stop it, the battle line would probably collapse in an instant.

As expected, the thing that the Evil Scale Pharaoh was most worried about happened. The Mountain Corpse bent down, picked up a Flesh Mound Corpse Minister, exerted force with his right arm, and threw it into the formation of the Underworld Army.

The flesh-mound corpse was stuck on the ground. It opened the mouth of the cave, and immediately the rotten corpse warriors inside rolled out like river water.

A flesh mound corpse minister can accommodate about two to three thousand undead, and even some general-level corpse generals can hide in it.

These two or three thousand undead are nothing to the huge army of the underworld. At most, they will cause some commotion, but the Mountain Corpse can throw out more than just these.

He swung his arms together, like two giant catapults, throwing out the flesh-mound corpses one after another. In less than a minute, he threw out ten.

One corpse minister brings with him three thousand undead souls, and ten of them would be thirty thousand!

Thirty thousand undead instantly split the army of the underworld from within, causing large-scale chaos.

Seizing the opportunity, thousands of sword-wielding zombies formed several battle formations and cut into the army of the underworld like sharp knives.

The Evil Scale Pharaoh also moved quickly, commanding the phalanxes of the Fiery Sword Deadpools to meet the attack.

But unfortunately, before these sword-wielding deadpools could engage in close combat with the knife-axe corpse generals, they were destroyed by the blue-eyed ghost king with red eyes and an overwhelming army of evil ghosts.

In terms of numbers, the ghosts absolutely crushed the Fiend Sword Deadpool formation. These ghosts had no physical form, and with layers upon layers of them, the small sky was filled with at least a million-strong army of evil spirits.

The evil-scaled pharaoh was furious and commanded his army of mummies to confront the ghosts. At the same time, a sheep-headed demon king led twin bull ghosts and axe-wielding corpses to engage in a head-on confrontation.

The goat-headed demon king, holding a golden scepter, swept away the group of skeletons fiercely, and bones scattered like waves.

This ferocious underworld creature was obviously a powerful fighter summoned by the Evil Scale Pharaoh. Every time it swung its golden scepter, it would stir up a shattering aura, turning all the skeletons into white sand.

When he saw it, Lin Chen's eyes lit up and he felt like he was coming alive.

In such a war, an individual's power is insignificant unless it reaches the imperial level, so Lin Chen positioned himself as a human trafficker from the beginning.

What is a human trafficker? It's...

A silver-white light flashed by, and Lin Chen's figure appeared above the Sheep-Headed Demon Lord.

At the same time, the Agate Corpse King among the Eight Dead Kings strode through the army of the underworld, and the tiny twin bull ghosts could not stop its footsteps at all.

Countless heads hung high on the body of the Agate Corpse Lord, and they roared in unison when they approached the Sheep-Headed Demon Lord.

"boom!!"

The Sheep-Headed Demon Lord swung the golden scepter in his hand violently, smashing large parts of the Agate Corpse Lord's head into pieces.

The Agate Corpse King was not to be outdone. He smashed the Sheep-Headed Demon King's scepter into golden fragments with his bare hands, and then knocked the Sheep-Headed Demon King to the ground with his bomb-like body.

Lin Chen raised his right hand high, and a ball of terrifying dimensional energy smashed half of the Sheep-Headed Demon Lord's head into pieces.

The Agate Corpse King gave a sinister smile, "Today, I'll just eat a sheep's head."

Lin Chen hurriedly stopped it, and at the same time imprisoned the Sheep-Headed Demon Lord in a space prison.

The Agate Corpse King smacked his thick lips in boredom, grabbed a twin bull ghost beside him, and swallowed it into his stomach.

The next moment, the Agate Corpse King vomited out the twin bull ghosts who had lost all their flesh and blood. They turned into skeletons and joined Lin Chen's side to fight against the army of the underworld.

Lin Chen opened an entrance to the Evil Abyss and sent the controlled Sheep-Headed Demon Lord into the Evil Abyss.

This is Lin Chen’s job, a battlefield human trafficker, or an undead trafficker.

To annex the underworld of the Sun Kingdom, it is naturally impossible to just swallow up the territory. Lin Chen also wants to turn these underworld undead into his own fighting force.

Send these underworld lords into the Abyss, and when the war is over, there will naturally be a way to transform them into members of the Abyss army.

There were countless undead on the battlefield. Lin Chen focused on catching high-level undead. After a while, he caught several commander-level undead.

Lin Chen happily looked for his next target. These were his future combat forces. It would be a pity to see them die on the battlefield.

Looking at the Evil Scale Pharaoh in the distance, Lin Chen licked his lips, as if he had seen a rare beauty. The other undead could die, but these monarch-level undead, especially the Evil Scale Pharaoh who was comparable to the eight undead kings, must be recruited.

Lin Chen, who was about to cooperate with the Blue-Eyed Ghost King, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

The huge pyramid had accelerated its landing speed at some point, and ten dark sword masters suddenly jumped down and joined the battlefield.

On top of that, there was also a huge grey creature falling down with it!
Among the army of the underworld, a strange human face with a fake smile suddenly appeared. The terrifying aura made the Agate Corpse King who was pressing forward tremble. The tall body could allow countless undead souls to flow through it.

Sphinx!

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes. If he could lure this big guy into the Evil Abyss, his future combat power would increase greatly!

"Roar!!!"

The sphinx-like monster roared fiercely, and then countless undead armies seemed to have heard Khufu's order and their fighting spirit doubled.

Countless underworld creatures continuously fell from the bottom of the pyramid, consolidating the battle line.

Lin Chen took a deep breath. It was indeed a tough battle. If more emperor-level soldiers were not dispatched, even if Sha Yuan won, it would probably be a miserable victory.

"Austin, go teach that fake-smiling guy how to be a good cat."

(End of this chapter)