Lord Era: I, The Strongest Lord Of The Abyss!

#181 - Chapter 181 Ms. Sharop

Just as the Abyss Lord Wu Wei and the Undead King Druid's armies were still fighting fiercely around the building called the Hell Jail, an unexpected trouble quietly appeared beside Druid.

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Several hours ago.

The starting area of the Styx invasion, the Nosas Great Cemetery.

“By the Styx, I never expected that this guy who calls himself the Abyss Lord would actually possess such a special building!”

The soul fire representing strong curiosity burned fiercely in Druid's eye sockets.

“But I have to say, the structure and operation of this building are so ingenious!”

“Moreover, its priority for attracting souls is even higher than the soul-sharing network I possess!”

“How exactly is this done?”

Unlike the enemies Wu Wei had encountered before, Druid, as an Undead King who was approaching the demigod stage, was neither enthusiastic about his territory and wealth nor concerned about his strength growth.

The only things he cared about were whether he could create more perfect “undead artworks” and whether he could take his soul research a step further.

In the long years since he became undead, he had lost many things, such as taste, smell, joy, and pain.

However, his vigorous curiosity, which he had since his mortal days, had never disappeared.

Because of this, even though he knew that the Hell Jail would restrain his army, Druid would still send his army forward without hesitation to fight with Wu Wei's army.

Even if the sacrifice of these undead could only be exchanged for a trace of understanding of the Hell Jail building, it would be worth it to him.

In the eyes of the Undead King Druid, the characteristics of the Hell Jail were very worthy of his research.

As for what price he would have to pay, he didn't care at all.

And to be honest.

Druid, who didn't have much ambition for the growth of his own strength and territory, didn't really care about the gain or loss of a small plane.

As an undead, he had almost endless time to obtain what he wanted.

The reason why Druid was still fighting with Wu Wei for the ownership of this world called Raven's Perch was only because he had invested certain resources in this world and had not yet received enough returns.

However, just as Druid was still thinking about how to research the Hell Jail faster and better, an uninvited guest suddenly came to his territory.

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“Ding!”

“Ding!”

As the alarm of the crystal ball beside him rang, Druid withdrew his soul from the soul-sharing network he had built and returned to the real world.

However, just as Druid was about to check who had come to his territory to disturb him.

Druid's soul suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling!

This premonition of danger prompted Druid to activate all the defense facilities in his territory.

Anti-life magic arrays, magic energy traps, and dimensional escape channels were all activated.

Moreover, in the vast territory, the undead armies sleeping in the tombs, numbering in the millions, also woke up.

Several high-level undead knights who were at the legendary level were directly teleported to Druid's side, using themselves as a barrier to protect the undead lord.

But unfortunately, all of this was in vain.

Because before Druid could react, the uninvited guest had already arrived in front of Druid!

Even Druid, as an Undead King, had never expected this.

He didn't expect that the other party could cross such a long distance in such a short time and come directly to him without alarming any undead armies or traps!

But this was not the most exaggerated thing about the other party.

What really surprised Druid was that the legendary undead knights he had cultivated actually completely lost control after the other party arrived!

As the soul fire in the eyes of these legendary undead knights changed to a faint color, Druid completely lost control of them.

But strangely, after seeing this situation, Druid was no longer nervous.

But this was not because he had given up resistance or anything.

It was because he had already seen clearly who the so-called “uninvited guest” was.

He knew better than anyone.

In the face of the other party's absolute strength, his resistance was just a joke.

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“Hello, Druid, long time no see!”

An extremely indifferent voice, but one that could barely be heard as a woman's cold voice, resounded in Druid's “ears”.

And Druid, this powerful Undead King, actually bowed his skull waist very respectfully and said to the source of the voice.

“Hello, great Death Archon, supervisor of the Thirteen Undead Council, Honorable Ms. Sharope!”

“Long time no see!”

In the shadows in front of Druid, a “ghost” gradually changed from nothingness to reality.

The face of this ghost was that of a teenage girl, beautiful and delicate.

However, unlike ordinary girls, there was not a trace of blood on the face of this ghost, only pure paleness.

Under the contrast of such pale skin, her originally delicate face became strange, like some kind of doll.

And this ghost was wearing a wedding dress as black as night, and in this wedding dress, countless starlight-like spots were dotted in it.

And it was such a beautiful but strange her who was now quietly floating in front of Druid, looking down at Druid.

But Druid did not have any dissatisfaction, on the contrary, as a member of the undead race, he believed that the other party should look at him with such an attitude.

Because at this moment, standing in front of Druid was a genuine demigod undead!

And she was also a very, very rare demigod undead evolved from a ghost bride!

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“May I ask, Honorable Ms. Sharope, why did you come to my territory to find me?”

The soul fire in Druid's eyes was a little dim, as if expressing some kind of worry.

“Has something happened in the Styx world? Or does the Thirteen Undead Council need support for another expedition?”

After hearing Druid say this, the demigod undead named Sharope shook her head.

“No, dear Druid, nothing unusual has happened in the Styx world, and the Thirteen Undead Council has no plans to organize an expedition for the time being.”

“The reason why I came here, Druid, is actually just to ask you a question.”

“A...question?”

After hearing Sharope say this, Druid seemed to realize something.

Even though he no longer had emotions in the ordinary sense. The soul fire burning in his eye sockets still revealed that his heart was not so calm.

“Yes, a question.”

Ms. Sharope showed Druid a pale smile.

“I want to know, dear Druid, have you recently restarted any forbidden experiments related to undead souls, given your past record?”

“Forbidden experiment?”

After saying that, Ms. Sharope put her hand on Druid's skull and gently stroked it.