Chapter 702: Chapter 694: Start Scouring to Your Heart’s Content! Chapter 702: Chapter 694: Start Scouring to Your Heart’s Content! “Everything I have, I owe to my own abilities, not to some damn fate.” Barbosa thought irritably. He recalled the time he first became a Lich, frequently encountering a special group of people who called themselves Planar Merchants, who referred to him as a creature favored by Fate. But after encountering the Golden Dragon, he hadn’t seen the Planar Merchants even once. He didn’t know why.

“I don’t trust in fate.” Barbosa clenched his bone palm, felt the surging power within him, vast as a sea, and strengthened his conviction.

His nomination for the next Council President was due to his power and foundation reaching the peak of the world. In the Main World, with no Epics present, he was invincible. No one could defeat him, the owner of the mighty Ghost Fleet. No one could.

“Those two damn Golden Dragons.” Thinking of the two significant losses he’d suffered since becoming a Lich, both caused by Golden Dragons, and what’s more, they were father and daughter, Barbosa felt his temper flare.

Both times he hadn’t taken the initiative to provoke them. To this day, he still couldn’t comprehend why that old Golden Dragon had striven to rob him. Was it because he had been wealthy then? Was it wrong to be wealthy?

Over such a long period, Barbosa had investigated the origins of the father-daughter dragon duo, which only further irritated him. One of them had become the Dragon King 800 years ago, a level of power he had always dreamed of, capable of pinning him to the ground with a single claw.

Given the father had become the Dragon King, he naturally didn’t dare to mess with his daughter. He knew Golden Dragons’ nature; should the Golden Dragon named Dimos learn he harmed his daughter, he would unquestionably retaliate against him, utterly disregarding the Undead Council behind Barbosa.

With this in mind, a surge of motivation welled up within Barbosa. Unlike other Lichs, since being robbed by the Golden Dragon Dimos, Barbosa had been bearing a grudge, thinking of various methods to improve his combat power every day, wanting revenge.

Of course, Barbosa would absolutely not admit that his current achievements were brought about by these two Golden Dragons, his enemies of this lifetime. He was planning to retaliate sooner or later, as a Lich, he had plenty of patience.

“Just you wait, once I become Epic, I’ll make you two pay.” Barbosa gazed at the vast Ghost Fleet he’d constructed, anchored at the sea bed. He felt a sense of satisfaction welling up within him, just like a farmer looking over a bountiful harvest. These would be his foundation for trudging across the Void.

“Hmm?” Barbosa, reminiscing about the past, paused, and extracted a finger bone. This piece of bone, picked up from the ground, was now cracking open, emanating a potent Spirit Wave from inside.

“Lord Barbosa, save me!” A pleading voice filled with terror reached his ears.

“Hang in there, I’m coming right away.” Barbosa replied calmly, he sense something was amiss. At his level, and being part of such a colossal organization, resource distribution invariably involved intrigue.

He suspected somebody was plotting against him, but he had complete confidence in his own strength, even if a True God descended, he would not fear, and apart from that annoying Ancestral Golden Dragon, he hadn’t offended any Epic beings. Moreover, he had the backing of the Undead Council, without sufficient reason, no Epic would take action against him.

“I’d like to see who dares to make a move on my good friend. Hmph!” The ink-black sea roiled, following Barbosa’s thoughts, a fully formed Ghost Fleet slowly rose from the seabed.

There was no friendship between Liches, only pure interests. The so-called good friend sounded nice, but this Lich pleading for help had wholly defected to his side. He was a councilor who unconditionally supported him in becoming Council President. With such an understanding subordinate, how could he not save him? If he didn’t even protect his subordinate, what would the other councilors think of him? Who would follow him then?

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“Do you feel it? That intense Death Qi is rising!” Inside a dim room in Blackstone Harbor, Muria, clad in Skeleton Armor to hide her Qi, suppressing all life force within her, looked at Michaela and Ilves sitting next to her.

“Mmm, worthy of a Legendary Peak Lich,” Ilvest, who was also quietly suppressing his Qi, had a solemn look on his face. He knew he couldn’t fight against such power without even engaging in battle.

It could forcibly crush him with pure quantity, all kinds of tricks were meaningless in front of absolute power.

“At this rate, we’ll be able to defeat him in a few hundred years.” A touch of wariness showed on Mijaela’s face, but her words would have made Barbosa spit blood if he heard them (if he had blood, that is). Accumulated power of thousands of years, yet a creature blurted out that they could defeat you in a few hundred years. How could this not infuriate him?

“The old Lich Barbosa really left—the Death God does have ways.” Feeling the vanishing tremendous Death Qi, a smile appeared on Muria’s face.

“Titan’s son and the dragon, it is time for you to act.” Suddenly, a bone badge on Muria floated out, the skull mark on it opening and closing its jaw, issuing a harsh, unpleasant sound.

“How long can you trap him?” Muria asked disrespectfully, knowing that the Death God could do nothing to such a legendary peak Great Lich in the Main World.

“About two hours or so, you need to make good use of time.”

“Good. We will retreat in an hour and a half. Don’t bother about whether Death God Nether is listening or not. Begin the scavenging! Take as much as you can! Focus on the Sea of the Dead, all ten ports are mine.” Muria ordered his subordinates.

“…” Five legendary liches were speechless, apart from the Ten Major Ports, what else is there in the Sea of the Dead to scavenge?

“Mija, begin! No need to hide your power anymore.”

“Understood!”

In the dark Ghost Sea, within the largest Blackstone Harbor, a crimson red light pillar suddenly erupted from a building, instantly vaporizing all undead within a kilometer of this light pillar. They didn’t even have a chance to give out a mournful scream. Undead who were not purified instantly upon sighting this light retreated as if avoiding a viper, not daring to provoke it.

“Who dares to act wildly on Lord Barbosa’s territory!” The moment the light pillar appeared, a chilling Death Qi permeated from the Black Soul Tavern, causing the five-kilometer-long Ghost Battleship to tremble and horrifying cannons to appear one after another.

Simultaneously, a giant skeleton with thick ice and snow skin emerged. The ice and snow were its terrifying “flesh”, but they did not hinder its movements. Enormous irregular chunks of ice were embedded in each fingertip, serving like claws. There was no ice on its skull, it was smooth, with a blot of pitch-black flame encircling it like a corona.

“Winter Ghost!” Muria looked at the Winter Ghost that had suddenly appeared, radiating an intense chill. Its appearance did not surprise him. Among the three most prosperous ports in the Sea of the Dead, each had a Legendary Undead stationed there. The Blackstone Harbor was the home to a legendary 4th Rank Winter Ghost. This was something he had already thoroughly investigated.

“Finish off this Winter Ghost in the shortest time possible, dead or alive.” Muria instructed a legendary lich unhurriedly and casually.

A Winter Ghost who kept repeating a few moves was no match for a lich who had already studied it thoroughly. With victory impossible, it has already been calculated to die.

“Begin separation now!” Muria spoke to Mikaer. In his eyes, there were eleven essential parts of the Sea of the Dead. The ten ports and a shipyard located somewhere under the sea. This shipyard was most precious to Muria, yet he did not know its location and had to rely on his subordinates to slowly explore.

In the midst of the pillar of light that brought daylight to the Sea of the Dead, a svelte figure appeared. She was donned in white and gold armor, clenching a crimson gold battle sword in her hand, with divine flames bubbling in her eyes. Under the frightened gazes of many undead, she outstretched five pairs of wings shrouded in crimson flames.

Boom——Rumble———
Infinite dark thunder fell from the sky, striking towards Mija, who was as dazzling as the sun. This was the Semi Plane’s rejection of Mija. However, before the Death Qi filled thunders could even get close to Mikaer, they were cleansed by the divine light naturally radiating from her, becoming rather anticlimactic. Even Muria was a little taken aback by this as it was a much smaller counter-assault than he had expected. He and Ilveste had already prepared to help out.

With one stroke of her sword, Mija caused space to collapse and shatter. Above Blackstone Harbour, visible space rifts formed before the eyes of the living. The whole harbor was turbulent and chaotic while the low and middle rank undead fled in panic at the sight of such a powerful figure.

Fortunately, Muria had already arranged everything. The large pirate groups he had recruited and the liches began to suppress the chaos.

“Now it’s my turn!” Watching Mija use her sword to cleanly cut Blackstone Harbor from the Sea of the Dead prompted Muria to act.

Muria removed his skeletal armor, revealing his titanity form. His immense Qi rushed toward the heavens, his power displayed without any hesitation.

Then, a vigorous Semi Plane’s phantom emerged behind him. A tremendous gravitational force radiated from this Semi Plane phantom and fell on the pieces of Blackstone Harbor underneath, slowly consuming them..

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