Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

The fire elements within the earth veins continuously merged into the Magma Fire Dragon, constantly increasing its temperature to smelt the eight million ghost gods that had been swallowed into its belly.

Unfortunately, a passage of death qi, indestructible, appeared within the belly of the Magma Fire Dragon, crowded with eight million ghost gods, relentlessly releasing the ghost qi within them.

The greatly increased temperature, which sought to melt them into ashes, failed to affect the passage of death qi.

And as the ghosts spared no cost, no loss, no regard for their essence in the ceaseless release of ghost qi, the passage of death qi within the Magma Fire Dragon began to slowly expand and grow larger.

Ten meters, twenty meters... until it stretched the belly of the Magma Fire Dragon, finally bursting the spell wide open, and the boundless ghost qi covered most of the interior of Mount Fuji.

The mountain crumbled, the volcano erupted, magma flowed outward, lava spewed forth, and the death qi turned into thick smoke and fog rolling out.

"Heehee... uh... hahaha..."

The chaotic screams of ghosts, now close, now distant, overlapping and unending.

Ghostly figures, accompanied by the pitch-black fog of death qi, floated out from the crater of Mount Fuji Volcano, rushing towards the freedom beyond.

The massive ghost qi, gathered in the air, forming a cloud as black as ink.

Black winds howled, countless ghostly figures flew in all directions, their ghastly faces showing a frenzy for freedom, and in their eyes was a bloodlust and desire for living beings.

The astonished laughter of the apparitions wandered back and forth between heaven and earth.

Under the tide of death qi raised by the ghosts, Mount Fuji, in the midst of eruption, became a gray blur, with trees, flowers, and grass withering away, rocks crumbling and breaking, and the scorching magma leaving a trail of char.

The Wokou Army stationed at the foot of Mount Fuji, watching this scene of a ghostly procession at night, and seeing Mount Fuji erupting fiercely, each of them turned pale, their eyes filled with nothing but shock and fear.

"Damn it! The sacred mountain erupts, a parade of a hundred ghosts, the seals within Mount Fuji are breached, quickly notify the general!"

Upon witnessing this terrifying scene, the general’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he roared into the air and rushed into the command center, then took out the communication tool and frantically began inputting messages. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As the highest commander of the army stationed at Mount Fuji, he naturally understood why they were stationed there.

And with the eruption of Mount Fuji, now with the scene of a ghostly procession at night, he realized that there was a serious problem with the seals.

The release of eight million vicious ghosts was going to cause immense turmoil and losses, simply incalculable!

Last year, Tokyo City was attacked by a tide of the undead, several cities were slaughtered, with tens of millions dead or injured, but compared to these eight million ghost gods from the seals, that was but a minor threat, the danger being in a completely different league!

Report! Report frantically!

After doing all this, the commander slumped into his chair.

He knew he was finished.

The volcanic eruption of Mount Fuji, the release of eight million ghost gods, would not happen without cause.

For thousands of years, the seal, situated beneath the Magma Lake, constantly replenished by fire elements, could absolutely not be broken by the eight million ghost gods sealed within it.

There could only be one explanation for the damaged seal: human sabotage!

Feeling ghost qi everywhere, and sensing the fear emanating from his Spirit, he suddenly saw the whole world occupied by terrifying ghosts.

They committed all kinds of evil, they were extremely ferocious, they devoured flesh and blood...

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, armors of white bones, rivers of blood, piles of dead bodies made up of severed limbs and broken arms, each a hellish image appearing in his mind.

The illusion of ghostly trickery enveloped the military base at that moment.

All of the Wokou soldiers, within the illusion, endured the torment of the eight million ghost gods, and ultimately their flesh and blood were devoured, becoming the sustenance for these ghosts to recover their strength.

Wherever the night parade of a hundred ghosts passed, living beings perished, plants withered, and all things died.

"Roar~~!!!"

A colossus burst forth from the crater of Mount Fuji Volcano, its huge roar merging with the sky as it disappeared into the black cloud of ghosts that had gathered there.

With eight heads and eight tails, sixteen vertical pupils opened like sixteen blood moons, filled only with brutality and rage!

With the hiss of Orochi emerging from Mount Fuji, the ghosts devouring the nearby living beings all looked up to the sky in unison.

Some faces showed struggle, others indifference, some ecstasy, and some were filled with hatred...

Eight million demons and ghosts turned into a surging tide of specters, converging towards the sky.

Of course, there were those unwilling to continue being exploited; they escaped into the mountains and forests, sank into the earth, fled into the distance, and along the way, devoured the flesh and blood of nearby living beings to replenish their weakened ghostly forms.

Dark clouds rolled in, bringing with them havoc wreaked by ghosts and ghouls.

Under Orochi’s call, more than six million demons and ghosts were gathered, and then amidst roaring, they drove the pitch-black ghoul clouds towards the direction of Tokyo City.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the Black Dragon Sister soared with outspread wings, closely following above the ghost clouds, while Zi Liyuan and the others sat quietly, cross-legged on the back of the Black Dragon King.

"A night parade of a hundred demons, with death energy sprawling everywhere, turning wherever it passes to a living hell---what a spectacular scene,"

Li Fengwen said, holding the panda Tuanzi and stroking it while he sighed.

"A night parade of a hundred demons is nothing, have you not noticed the countless undead auras emerging from the earth?"

After Liu Shengnan spoke, her eyes fell on Lord Zi.

"The range affected by the undead natural disaster is growing wider and has already spread to Mount Fuji. It won’t be long before it reaches Tokyo City,"

Lord Zi explained offhandedly.

The forbidden curse was released by him, and the subsequent maintenance of the death qi was supplied by the Castle of the Undead, which was also his doing.

Therefore, he had a rough sense of the range affected by this forbidden curse, and even faintly, he could indirectly command the revived undead creatures to converge in one direction.

As for how many undead the forbidden curse "Undead Natural Disaster" had revived, his perception was not clear.

However, with his Spirit unfolded, along with the probe of the "Elemental Map" and "Death’s Eye," many powerful undead auras emerged from the earth.

These powerful undead auras all belonged to undead creatures of either Lord Boss or Epic Boss level!

It could be said that as long as the undead natural disaster persisted, along with the eight million demons and ghosts, even if it wasn’t enough to make the little devils go extinct, it would be enough to cripple the Wokou.

At the very least, with just the strength within Tokyo City, the little devils would be unable to withstand the might of the forbidden curse and the brutality of the eight million demons and ghosts.

"Get ready, the real battle is coming up!

Remember, any little devil found within the Yin Yang Holy Palace, show no mercy!

And also, even for professionals that haven’t reached the threshold, make sure to preserve the integrity of their corpses as much as possible!"

In this moment, Ying Xueji was cold as frost, exuding an aura of authority and possessing a terrifying killing intent.

"Don’t worry, Ying Sister, my halberd is already starving,"

Excitement shone in Zhu Wu’s reddening face, his entire being also emitting a brutal thirst for blood.

There was a deep-seated enmity between the ancient Ming Empire and the Wokou, and now that there was a chance to make the little devils go extinct, how could he let it pass?

He had been itching for action, eager for the chance.

"They say there are not a few strong ones in the Yin Yang Holy Palace; it’s a good opportunity to test whether the halberd in my hand is sharp enough,"

Liu Shengnan placed the Halberd on her knees and used a blood-red cloth to wipe the crescent moon blade of the halberd’s head.

"Why is everyone’s murderous aura so heavy? With me, Li Fengwen here, I guarantee not a single person from the Yin Yang Holy Palace will escape. You can slowly torture and kill these little devils,"

Li Fengwen said coldly with a smirk while stroking the panda Tuanzi, but just as he finished speaking, a black and white paw stamped itself onto his face.

"You, a pet owner, are showing off? I, Bear Lord, am hungry, hurry up and bring out the milk bottles to feed me!"

Everyone: 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸...

Zi Liyuan speechlessly watched Li Fengwen, whose cool demeanor lasted only three seconds, as his own consciousness sank into the Spatial Backpack to check the harvest from the recent battle.

After all, quite a few demons had been killed, including several dozen Epic Bosses.

Not to mention, these eight million demons and ghosts really lived up to their boss status, the drop rate was unbelievably high, and the quality of the equipment was truly impressive.