Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Liu Nian's primary objective was the Eye of Horus, as this was crucial to whether Charon could master the Death Sphere.

As for killing Amenhote, well, killing him would be the best outcome, at least we could get a super reward, but not killing him wouldn't matter much.

"Therefore, we can't just rush in with a big fuss," Liu Nian concluded. "We have to sneak into the village, without firing a shot."

Caron was silent for a moment, seemingly processing the sentence he didn't quite understand, but he grasped the gist of it.

"Master is wise."

Liu Nian ignored his flattery and took out the Heart of Deception from his backpack. A faint light appeared, and his body began to change. His bones made a slight crackling sound, his figure grew to two and a half meters tall, his skin turned grayish-white, and two ghostly green flames ignited in his eye sockets.

Level 650 Undead Knight, Trima.

He was one of the undead players who had been instantly killed by him at the bottom of Eternal Dark Lake.

Since we're going to put on an act, let's start now. Once we reach our destination, we'll use the domain of the Divine Punishment Envoy to completely trap and kill Amenhote!

"Kalon, get me a bone dragon as a mount, then go back to the pet space. Arachne, you go back too."

"Yes, Master."

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When the level 480 dragon lich Lethenesk stepped out of the teleportation array in Black Coffin Town, she sensed that something was wrong.

He couldn't explain it.

Everything in this town is normal, with a distinctly Pharaoh-style undead aesthetic, and the streets are filled with undead players and various undead NPCs...

But there's something just off about it that I can't quite put my finger on.

It's like walking into a familiar room. The furniture is in the same place, the walls are the same color, and the curtains are the same pattern, but you just feel that something has changed. This feeling is indescribable; there's just a sense of disharmony.

"Boss, what's wrong?" A teammate who came out with him asked, leaning over. He was a level 420 Death Knight.

"It's nothing." Rethenesk looked away and strode forward. "Let's find a place to stay first."

His squad consisted of six people: himself, a level 480 Dragon Lich; a level 420 Death Knight; a level 430 Lich; a level 400 Ghost Assassin; a level 390 Undead Archer; and a level 380 Abomination.

Although the squad's level wasn't high, in a remote place like Black Coffin Town on the Southern Continent, they were already a force to be reckoned with.

They came here on a mission.

A month ago, the pharaoh of the Gray Skull Council sent three waves of his men to carry out secret missions in the vicinity, but they all disappeared.

Although the soul imprints of those three groups were not completely extinguished, their connection was severed, suggesting they were imprisoned.

So the Pharaoh issued a quest to the players to uncover the truth, a quest that was eventually taken on by Lethenesk's team.

Since the three groups of men who disappeared were all near Black Coffin Town, Lethenesk naturally teleported here first before making any plans.

"Let's find a tavern first and ask around," said Lethenesk.

No matter which city you're in, pubs are always the places where you're most informed.

The tavern in Black Coffin Town reeked of a putrid stench mixed with the smell of blood, making it very unpleasant to smell.

The flickering will-o'-the-wisp lamp cast an eerie glow over the entire room.

The tavern was packed with all sorts of undead players, making a lot of noise.

When Lethenesk led her group into the tavern, the noise inside noticeably paused for a moment.

He was a level 480 dragon lich, exuding the oppressive aura of a high-ranking undead. As soon as he entered the arena, the noise in the entire place subsided by half.

Lethenesk glanced around and chose a table against the wall to sit down.

"Boss, six cups of Blackthorn." The Death Knight called out to the counter.

The undead NPC behind the counter, shrouded in black robes, looked up, stared at them for two seconds with his dark, hollow eyes, then slowly turned around and took six ceramic cups from the shelf.

Four undead players at the next table were chatting animatedly when they saw Lethenesk's group, whose level was more than a hundred levels higher than theirs, sitting at the next table. They immediately became timid and spoke in hushed tones.

But Rethenesk's hearing was excellent, and he could still hear several people talking.

"...This is so annoying. I really don't want to do this stupid blood quest anymore. Collecting the blood of living beings every day, who can stand it?"

"I think it's pretty good. The task is simple, and the reward is decent."

"What's so simple about it? What we need is the blood of living beings, fresh, the fresher the better. Where do we undead get the blood of living beings? We still have to go through all the trouble of catching them."

"Hehehe, only an idiot like you would try to catch it! That's too slow!"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you do the math? This quest pays 20 silver coins for one liter of blood, but in other cities, blood only costs 17 silver coins to sell! The 3 silver coin difference may not seem like much, but if I do it in large quantities, getting several hundred liters at once can be quite lucrative!"

"Oh! So that's where you got all this money lately, you've upgraded your entire wardrobe! Turns out you've been a middleman!"

Hehehe~

"Then I'll make time to go and acquire some!"

"Heh, silly boy, why do you think he told you his way to get rich?"

"Why?"

"Are you hopeless? Next time you level up, why don't you invest more in intelligence instead of always focusing on strength? Your brain's all muscle now!"

Upon hearing this, Rethenesk stood up and walked straight to the table of the four players.

The four players immediately fell silent and glanced at him nervously.

Lethenesk waved her hand, casually poured them a glass of wine, and said in a calm tone, "Don't be nervous, I just heard you guys talking about the mission and it seems really interesting..."

Resenesk started drinking with several players.

His level was far superior to these people, so he certainly wouldn't refuse if he wanted to befriend these four players. After a few drinks, Lethenesk learned a lot of information that he wanted to know.

"...We don't know why this acting mayor is collecting so much blood. Maybe he's researching some kind of blood magic?"

"You mean the old mayor? The old mayor is a spider lord, but he hasn't been seen for a long time. I don't know if he's disappeared or gone somewhere else."

"The acting mayor is a lich known as the Bone of Death. Since he took over the town, he has been having players collect large amounts of blood every few days, and sometimes he also captures live monsters."

"That's not all. I have a friend who even helped him capture the undead."