Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Ordinary people are like ants on a pedestrian street, and can be accidentally stepped on and killed at any time.

In this great tide of change, countless people will drown.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao was already preparing to make a second trip to the Underworld to take action against the city of Zhulerui.

This time, he will not only bring all his summoned creatures, but also the 108 Minions and the "player heroes" who have become part of his dream.

This is a good opportunity to test our combat capabilities.

Chapter 383 I originally wanted to fight you one-on-one, but what I got in return was a lack of martial ethics.

In the underworld, where there is no daylight, lies the city of Julesri beside the River Styx.

Four people of different heights, builds, and appearances, dressed in different clothes, sat at a round table in a secret meeting place to discuss matters.

The round table wasn't large, and there were five chairs around it, but now one was empty.

That's right, those four are the other four members of parliament.

The tall councilor was a large, robust man who looked like a middle-aged man, but he was actually the "youngest" here, and his lifespan was less than 300 years. Let's call him Councilor Gao for now.

The short senator was an old man, looking very gaunt, with cloudy eyes and thinning hair, but dressed impeccably.

He didn't speak, but the other council members often glanced at him while they were talking. He was also the longest-lived member of the council, having lived for over five hundred years. He was also the strongest, a Bronze 2-star, making him a veteran and subtly considered the leader of the five.

Let's call him the old councilor.

The fat councilor was a huge man weighing nearly 300 pounds, and the chair he sat on was specially made, otherwise it wouldn't fit.

He left behind "very substantial capital" after his death, which allowed him to defeat his competitors and win a seat in parliament within just a few years.

The skinny councilor was a gaunt figure, with a sallow complexion and a hunched back, looking like a consumptive. Although he was the second longest-lived member of the Council of Five, he had suffered a severe blow in his early years, and now his power and strength were at the bottom of the Council.

Including the "Dreamy Councilor" who was brutally beaten to death by Zhao Hao and his group, and finally eaten by the little softie without even a trace, this is the five-person council of Juler City.

To put it bluntly, they are nothing more than five centuries-old capitalist ghosts who took advantage of the chaotic period of the underworld rules to eliminate and devour their competitors and exploit and devour the poor souls of the dead through "underworld capitalism," thus dominating a region.

Although Mr. Senator Na Xiangdemei did not live a long life, he was very capable and had a very profound understanding of capital operations. His power increased dramatically over the past two hundred years, and he was actually the most powerful senator besides the old senator.

The old councilor's lifespan is almost over. He will either become a conceptual spirit whose self-consciousness has largely dissipated, or he will be reborn as a human before his lifespan ends.

Therefore, the councilor was very active and wanted to further strengthen his power so as to become the number one councilor in Jules Ridge.

What he promised Zhao Hao and the others was also his personal plan.

If he can successfully devour two bronze-level eligible souls, his strength will increase dramatically and his status will rise significantly.

If they could obtain the Rainbow Bridge, they would gain absolute control over the city.

After all, if Zhulerui City can freely communicate between the inner and outer worlds, then he's bound to rise to great heights!

In this world of psychic resurgence and chaotic Yin and Yang, it is the perfect time for heroes to establish their power and achieve great things!

However, he was ultimately too optimistic, mistaking Zhao Hao and his group of five for ordinary Bronze-level superhumans. He thought that with the absolute geography of the Underworld and his calculated advantage of catching them off guard, he could defeat the five of them.

In fact, he didn't initially intend to act directly, but rather to tamper with the "Resurrection Path" to keep Ciro and Sam there. However, Dante's departure swelled his ambition and made him impatient.

Why only eat two when you can eat five? Besides, opening the resurrection portal comes at a huge cost; if you can save that cost directly, wouldn't it be a win-win-win situation?

At this moment, the four members of parliament were secretly discussing countermeasures.

The death of Congressman Demei was so sudden that before the four could react, the ashes were blown away.

A massive power vacuum has emerged in the city, leaving many working spirits jobless and filled with despair and restlessness. Without spiritual energy inflow, they might transform into malevolent spirits within a month or two!

Meanwhile, other less competitive candidates who are qualified to compete for seats in the legislature are also eager to make their move.

You must know that every time a councilor is replaced in the city of Julerui, thousands or even tens of thousands of souls are wiped out!

"We must hurry up and elect new members; the five-member council absolutely cannot have any problems!" the withered old councilor said coldly, leaning back in his chair.

He was so small that when he leaned back in his chair, only his neck and above could be seen on the table. But his words made the other three have to think carefully.

He had no intention of being reborn, as that would mean giving up the capital he had worked so hard for over two lifetimes. He absolutely refused to accept it. He planned to devote himself entirely to becoming a Yin God, even if it meant becoming the embodiment of capital.

In reality, he was also thinking of catching the wolf in sheep's clothing and dominating the scheme, never expecting the beautiful senator to disappear so suddenly, thus delaying his plan to become a god.

“That’s right!” Councilor Gao nodded. “The magical rituals of the Council of Five are fundamental to the stable existence of Jullery City. Losing even one person won’t do! If it’s delayed for a few days, the entire city might shift in the underworld. If it really moves to the River Styx, we’ll all die together!”

It turns out that the number of members in this five-person council was predetermined from the beginning. After becoming a councilor, one's lifespan limit will increase, one's strength will grow faster, and one will become an anchor point for stabilizing the city in the underworld.

The rules here in the Underworld are bizarre, and the terrain and orientation are not fixed. If you don't anchor properly, you might find yourself lost for a moment and the city has "floated" more than ten miles away.

The fat and thin councilors readily agreed to the ceremony to select new councilors.

Just then, a gruff voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Don't bother with all that, I'll be enough from now on!"

The four people—no, the four ghosts and four councilors—were horrified. Who had silently intruded so close? Where were the protective arrays and guards around them?

"Damn it! Who dares to interfere with the Council of Five?" the old councilor hissed, and the magic array around the council began to activate the next second.

Glowing magical runes formed from psychic energy appeared in the surrounding air and began to connect and operate. However, like a broken light bulb, the runes flashed twice and then went out.

Before those magic arrays were fully activated, they all exploded with a series of "poof poof poof" sounds.

Zhao Hao had already destroyed the magic array using an alchemy array!

With a "bang," the exquisite wooden door instantly turned into splinters, and a tall, muscular, and fierce-looking man with his feet retracted and casually walked in with his hands in his pockets.

"The four of you, would you be willing to step down and yield your positions to the more capable, and come back with proper respect? You would not lose your position as dead ghosts." Kenjiro Hanma grinned, revealing a malicious and grotesque smile.

"asshole!"

Damn it!

"guard?!"

"Death Finger~"

Compared to the verbal abuse from the three councilors—tall, fat, and thin—the old councilor was much more practical; he simply pointed and fired a beam of emerald green psionic energy.

The ray contained a large amount of death energy, and one could faintly hear the mournful dirge of the underworld and the cries of unknown people.

This is a spell that the old councilor spent sixty years, consumed 360 superior souls, and risked using the waters of the River Styx to cultivate—the Death Finger.

If struck by this psionic ray, the power of the Styx will surge forth, instantly taking the victim's soul and dragging them into the River Styx. Extremely dangerous!

However, this ray was blocked by an invisible barrier.

That's the downside of this spell; it won't work unless it hits someone directly.

"Oh, old ghost's magic is quite impressive." Zhao Hao's face revealed a dangerous sneer, his facial muscles twitching, his expression extremely terrifying.

"Damn it, how dare they cause trouble in Juler City! Even if you're a Bronze Saint, you're doomed!" The sickly-looking, thin councilor said fiercely but was actually weak inside.

But the fat councilor immediately noticed that the enemy was actually a stranger!

Councilor Gao shook his head slightly and whispered to the other three, "It's not any of those five people from the other day..."

Since the senator had been killed by five bronze-level superhumans, they would naturally think of those five people first.

However, Zhao Hao still habitually wore a disguise.

The old councilor had already stood up, but he wasn't much taller than the table. "Whoever he is! He must die in the city! Charge!"

The chubby councilor responded immediately, bouncing out like a ball and crashing into Zhao Hao.

He started to swell and gain weight the moment he bounced, and the fat on his body began to roll around like grease.

"Get out of my way, you fatso!"

Zhao Hao threw a punch, and a huge golden, electric fist flew out, directly knocking the fat man, who looked like a turbid ball of fat, flying through the air, smashing through the surrounding walls, and flying outside.

Meanwhile, the thin councilor who had been standing at the back, all bluster and no substance, had already made his move. Gray psionic energy spread like smoke beneath his feet, coiling towards Zhao Hao's legs.

This slender creature died of illness, and its psychic abilities after death leaned towards disease and curses. If the battle with it drags on for too long, even an enemy of the same level will be defeated by countless diseases and negative effects.

However, Zhao Hao possessed extraordinary insight and immediately noticed his subtle actions. After punching the fat councilor away, he unleashed a burst of energy, propelling his entire body with electric current. The lightning armor instantly donned his armor, and the pathogenic energy wrapped around his legs was instantly vaporized.

But at the same time, Councilor Gao had already slashed at us with his sword!

The German-style two-handed sword flickered with crimson ghost flames, and as it was wielded, blood light raged and ghostly wails echoed endlessly.

The sword strike was like the howling of ten thousand ghosts, creating an extremely powerful and imposing effect.

Meanwhile, the old councilor seized the opportunity to launch another sneak attack, tearing apart Zhao Hao's barrier with a withered psionic claw, causing the space itself to shatter with a crack.

"Boom!"

Zhao Hao materialized the Leviathan Armor, using his arm armor to block the sword strike, but was then grabbed by the ghostly claw in the chest, sending him flying through the wall like a cannonball.

The four councilors naturally pressed their advantage, but when they arrived outside, they only saw a few marble pillars that Zhao Hao had broken. Apart from dragging two deep trenches on the ground with his feet, he didn't seem to be injured at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the councilor's crimson psionic energy was still burning on his arm armor and the shallow mark left on his chest by his withered ghost claws, they wouldn't even be able to confirm whether they had actually hit this mysterious and powerful enemy.

But even if you hit him, so what? This person's defense is just too terrifying.

The bronze armor, the barrier, the armored aura, the thirteen iron wedding gowns, and the lightning armor on his body... layer upon layer of weakening had completely neutralized the damage. The remaining spiritual energy of Councilor Gao and the old councilor was also annihilated by the surge of electricity.

Even the backlash from the attack resulted in minor injuries to both Councilor Gao and the senior councilor. Although it wasn't serious, being injured instead of striking was still disheartening.

At that moment, the fat councilor who had been careless and sent flying dozens of meters by a single punch bounced back, and the four of them instantly surrounded Zhao Hao.

"It's still a bit of a stretch."

He had already used most of Kenjiro Hanma's skills, but it was still a bit of a stretch for him to fight four opponents. Mainly, two fists can't beat four hands!

Hokuto Ryuken can strike pressure points and ignore armor.

But the fat senator wasn't a living person at all; his body was covered in filthy, rotten grease that would melt and decay anyone who touched it, and he had no acupoints whatsoever.

Using a combination of electric current propulsion, lightning armor, the Thirteen Iron Wedding Dress, and domineering aura, he was able to suppress his opponent.

However, the opponent was no ordinary character either. He was an old ghost king who had ruled over a city in the underworld for hundreds of years and whose methods and spiritual power were not weak.

What's even more remarkable is their excellent teamwork. Councilor Gao is a blood-energy death warrior, Councilor Fat is a pure tank, Councilor Old is a necromancer, and Councilor Thin is a backline support.

In this city of Julerui, the Four Ghosts seem to possess some kind of added power. They're incredibly difficult to deal with!

Fortunately, it wasn't a full five-person council, otherwise it would have been even more of a headache.

The previous exchange of blows caused such a commotion that the entire city of Julerei was alerted. A large number of undead guards are gathering, including many 4- and 5-star Black Iron warriors.

Moreover, each of the four councilors possessed one or two bronze-level combatants, otherwise they would all unleash their energy and rush into the air.

In just over ten seconds, Zhao Hao was surrounded by seven or eight bronze-level warriors, some of whom were undead and some were monsters, as well as hundreds or thousands of black iron-level undead guards further away!