Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Of course, eating human flesh is not without its side effects.

The aftereffect is that overeating leads to the distortion and transformation of one's own spirituality, eventually turning one into the embodiment of capitalism and gradually losing oneself.

Like the spiritual forms shaped by the thoughts of all living beings in the ocean of spiritual energy, they will become the conceptual gods in the underworld.

Most Western gods are not benevolent, and besides, gods are inherently a mixture of good and evil, so there's nothing wrong with that.

However, the thought of Zhao Hao becoming an accomplice to evil, helping these capitalists obtain what they had wanted for centuries, and not knowing what they intended to do with it, made him feel uneasy.

What if these guys who should be hanging on streetlights want to open the door to the real world?

Of course, they probably wouldn't be that irrational. But their motives are also highly questionable. What good intentions could capitalists possibly have?

Zhao Hao was extremely unwilling to let them have their way!

"Alright, since everyone thinks that way, let's ignore them, say goodbye to Dante, and go straight back to the surface world."

After discussing it, Zhao Hao took out the Rainbow Bridge, stretched out his hand, and a colorful path appeared. The five of them walked on it and emerged from the valley entrance in less than two minutes.

The marks of Zhao Hao and his men digging three feet into the ground are still there!

Further away, the skeletal carriage is there too, but Dante is gone.

Zhao Hao noticed a rolled-up parchment on the carriage shaft, unfolded it, and read:

The moment I saw you,

I knew it.

My mission is finally coming to an end.

After waiting for hundreds of years,

It was just to see you all.

Let me tell you about the current state of the underworld.

You should be able to make a choice...

I'm leaving.

Do whatever you want.

Don't worry about me.

I'm not familiar with any of the other wandering souls in this city...

He truly deserves to be called a poet!

They've mastered the Enter key to an unparalleled degree!

But what did Dante mean by that?

Zhao Hao began to recall what had happened since his encounter with Dante... the current state of the Underworld, the truth about the World Egg, the end of the world... and so on, candidates for savior!

If the apocalypse that the upper echelons of America, represented by the Bureau of Mysteries, spoke of was the hatching of the World Egg, then could these thirteen of them really be candidates for savior?

No, what can we use to save the world?

Dante has been dead for five or six hundred years, yet he still comes to guide us to discover the truth of the world. Does he value us that much?

No, why should we? Let's just go to sleep; you can have anything in your dreams!

Oh, and why emphasize that he wasn't familiar with the other ghosts in the city?

Just then, Prada suddenly nudged Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao looked up and saw that the councilor had brought a lot of people with him.

Is this someone who's been waiting here all along, or is there surveillance footage?

“Gentlemen and ladies, it’s wonderful to see you all back safely. Oh, and where is Mr. Dante?” the councilor Zhao Hao and the others had met asked eagerly.

“Mr. Dante had something come up and left. He’s like a dragon, appearing and disappearing without a trace; nobody knows where he went,” Zhao Hao replied.

"That's a real shame," the congressman sighed.

"You've all returned safely; you must have obtained that item, right?"

Although the congressman appeared calm, Zhao Hao sensed a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Some major events often cause the most anxiety, especially towards the very end.

Zhao Hao shook his head: "It's such a pity, Mr. Councilor. We had already seen the rainbow. But the road ahead was too dangerous, so we ultimately decided to turn back. Please forgive us."

The congressman's smile turned cold. "How could that be? You're not joking with me, are you?"

"Of course not, I'm very sorry sir, we were unable to complete the transaction. If you can change the terms, we will try again, but we understand if you refuse."

The councilor's expression was incredibly varied. Seeing this, Zhao Hao feigned a sigh and said, "Well, it seems like it's not going to work out. Goodbye, let's try our luck somewhere else."

Zhao Hao led his four teammates away when a shout suddenly came from behind: "Stop! How do I know if you took anything from the ruins? You're not leaving today without handing over something!"

That congressman is truly a man of capital and politics; he changes his mind faster than any circumvention software.

“Mr. Congressman, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to make things difficult for us just because the mission failed? We’re not pushovers!” Zhao Hao replied.

The congressman gave a mocking smile, laughing at the shallowness of these people.

Do you think that just because you're a Bronze-level Transcendent, you can run rampant in the Underworld? Don't you even know where you are?!

Here, the attributes of psionic energy are biased towards death and the dead. Even Bronze level cultivators will find it difficult to unleash their full potential, and the efficiency of psionic energy regeneration will be greatly reduced.

Although all five of them are bronze-level superhumans, the young man, the Easterner, and the glib Italian should all be support personnel on the non-combat superhuman path!

The only real fighters were the dark-skinned woman with an aura of superiority and the bald, dark-skinned man. To have to rely on two dark-skinned people—how shameful!

On my side, with two bronze-level undead and one bronze-level Netherworld monster, I have a huge advantage!

The congressman actually suspected that the Rainbow Bridge had already been taken by this group, so they absolutely could not be allowed to leave.

The Rainbow Bridge is involved in a centuries-long plan for Julleri City, and it's also crucial to his own plan to control the Council of Five. Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

Moreover, the soul attributes of that Italian and that young man were remarkably compatible with his own. If he could kill them and devour their souls, not only would his strength increase significantly, but he could also maintain his spiritual immortality for hundreds of years.

Two compatible bronze undead are worth 20,000 ordinary compatible undead!

Actually, from the very beginning, when I saw this group of people, I never intended to let them go.

Otherwise, could you have brought all your combat power?

This is exactly what happens when humans have no intention of harming tigers, but tigers have the intention of harming humans!

"Do it!" the congressman roared.

The Black Iron 5-star minion, who was already prepared, opened a box in his hand.

Suddenly, a strange creature, over ten meters tall and twenty meters long, with no eyes, nose, or ears but a large mouth, six limbs on the ground, and a large tail, resembling a pink, skinless salamander, was released.

This is a monster left over from the age of gods, a monster native to the underworld, a soul devourer of the underworld.

This thing can resist almost all damage, whether it's wind, fire, lightning, psionic energy, or physical damage; it can withstand it all without dying. On the contrary, it eats whatever it encounters.

If it hadn't been sealed in a box by a god of the underworld, it would have disappeared long ago due to the cessation of its spiritual energy.

But now that psionic energy has revived, it can reappear.

Add to that the councilman and his top henchman—a tall, bronze-level warrior with a barbarian-like appearance and red striped paint all over his body. That makes three main bronze-level warriors.

Moreover, that Soul Devourer is extremely troublesome; even ordinary Bronze-ranked warriors are no match for it. It can even restrain three of the opponent's non-combatant Bronze-ranked warriors.

If they delay even a little while, they will find that their psionic energy is greatly depleted, but the recovery effect is very poor.

This is, after all, the underworld, which is very unfriendly to the living. Unless you're a necromancer, anyone who comes here will suffer! That's the advantage of the terrain!

Moreover, the councilor has about fifty Black Iron 5-star undead under his command, which is all he has.

Although they cannot directly intervene in Bronze-level battles, the councilor acquired a Maori war dance spell in his early years, which allows him to gather the spiritual energy of a large group of people. Although it is not very flexible to control, it is at least equivalent to a non-combatant Bronze-level fighter.

After rounding up, our side has a huge advantage!

With a strange "poof," the ground beneath the feet of the restless Soul Eater, which was trying to rush out and devour everything or the dead souls around it, suddenly collapsed.

A huge, translucent, gelatinous substance, over twenty meters in diameter, enveloped the soul-devouring creature that had fallen into the pit.

Only half of its tail was left outside, wagging desperately, but it was being wrapped up by the deformed little soft thing.

The Soul Devourer, which is immune to almost 90% of all types of damage and fears no damage, is now struggling frantically but cannot break free from the gelatinous substance! Moreover, its pink skin is beginning to crumble and dissipate, and a large amount of psionic energy is being devoured and digested by the little soft creature.

"Damn it! What the hell is this thing!" The councilor was stunned by the sudden turn of events, his voice becoming shrill and distorted.

This Soul Devourer has a "special attack" effect on the dead, but I absolutely cannot let it be destroyed here, as it will be my magic weapon for dealing with other hospitals in the future.

"Quick! Attack it! Rescue the Devourer!" the councilman screamed, directing the black iron undead to begin their war dance. However, all his attacks were like mud sinking into the sea, completely broken down and absorbed as psionic energy.

This thing is even more durable than the Soul Eater!

Zhao Hao: Your Soul Devourer skill is still lacking; it's too one-sided. Look at you, you met me, the Extraordinary Devourer, and you were swallowed whole!

Sun Wukong: Your Devourer is male, and mine is female. Your male Devourer won't work when it meets my female Devourer!

Then Zhao Hao pointed his ten fingers together, and the group of Black Iron Undead who were huddled together, shaking their heads and shouting as they danced a war dance were trapped by a barrier that had grown more than twenty meters long.

The psionic energy that was gathering together suddenly stopped, unable to interfere with the outside world.

stab~

A blindingly bright electric current flashed within the barrier, and the group of Black Iron 5-star undead turned into a large handful of ashes without even a cry.

The next second, Zhao Hao enveloped the barbarian berserker-like undead soul within the barrier.

The barbarian warrior immediately flew into a rage, his red battle runes radiating blood-like spiritual energy. But no matter how wildly he swung his double axes and roared, he couldn't break through the barrier and break free.

Zhao Hao had an expression that said, "I'm exhausted," and said, "Quick, I can't hold on much longer, kill that bastard!"

Yes, the councilor guessed right, Zhao Hao is indeed a support character. You see, he mainly raises pets and sets up barriers or something.

Black smoke began to rise from Prada's body, and his eyes turned completely black.

The black Lincoln had transformed into a short, stocky, black, muscular giant, standing ten meters tall, with a cold expression. It approached with an indifferent gait, shaking the earth.

Siro opened his epic book, intending to find the most vile poem to "praise" the senator.

Sam was so anxious he was wringing his hands. He really didn't have much fighting ability; in fact, he hadn't fought with anyone much.

Forget it, let's not count him as a person for now.

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