Cursed Immortality-Novel

The radiation surrounding the Dead Faction Territory had completely vanished, and the territory had returned to a peaceful state. However, almost half of the dead islands had vanished into the depths of the ocean as they had never existed, and the scars from the blast that day were still visible on many dead islands that were fortunate enough to escape the blast radius.

But there wasn't any dark being present on those dead islands because, at this moment, the central dead continent was teeming with armies of dark beings as they appeared like ants.

In the middle of the continent, the ten Dead Kings were kneeling on the foot of the Dead Emperor Shrine Mountain, which was glowing in a crimson hue, and they weren't the only ones as all the dark beings present in the continent were kneeling in reverence as if they were waiting for their god to descend.

Suddenly, on the top of the Dead Emperor Shrine Mountain, a gigantic black phantom of a devilish skeleton with two crimson devil horns metalized.

Its eyes were burning with ghostly flames as it gazed upon the dark beings, making everyone tremble; it was none other than Necro, who had successfully entered the Quasi Legend Rank after absorbing all the radiation with the help of the Dead Emperor Shrine Mountain!

The Quasi Legend Rank was the limit of the Lesser Plains' power levels, and to enter a higher realm, one needs to find their way into the Middle Plains!

That's why Necro is currently invincible in the Lesser Plains, and only someone with equal power can confront him.

Necro's eerie voice rang throughout the continent at this moment: "Children of Dead God, our generous god had bestowed its holy boon toamides the disaster! The sacrifice of our kind wasn't in vain, and now, with the blessing of the Dead God, I shall bring about doom to all those livestock!

"Heed my order, prepare yourself; we are going to raise the Life Faction into rubble first and then conquer the hypocrites of the Neutral Faction! From henceforth, only the Dead shall rule these lands!" He declared with boundless confidence.

"Only dead shall rule these lands!"

"Only dead shall rule these lands!"

"Only dead shall rule these lands!"

All the dark beings roared after him in hysteria, making the air tremble in their fury and mirth.

"Hohoho, now that's a bold claim coming from just a newly advanced Initial Stage Quasi Legend." A jeering voice suddenly reverberated like a thunderclap at this moment.

Even Necro's devilish phantom was shocked, "Who dares to trespass in the presence of this Emperor!?"

"Sigh... this guy really didn't have any brain. No wonders, there hadn't been any Quasi Legend in the ranks of Dark Beings for so many years now." A woman's melodious voice rang with a sigh, but a clear disdain was present in her voice.

Necro's phantom instantly vanished, replaced by a 30-meter-giant body of a crimson-cloaked dark being holding a bone staff with a black crystal skull. His jade-like red-black skeleton faces illuminated under his blazing gray eyes, and two devil horns gushed out of his hood.

"Bunch of rats didn't know their place! Perish!" Necro waved his bone staff, and crimson magic energy covered the entire continent.

"Do we really need to keep this bonehead alive?" An arrogant voice inquired in annoyance.

"Hohoho, we need all the help, with the Path of Legend on the horizon and the Key still missing. At least according to the treaty, we have to give him a chance." The jeering voice said as if he were completely helpless and making a great sacrifice.

"Alright, I'll spare him this once. But I can pummel him, right?" The arrogant voice inquired.

"Do it moderately." The woman replied with a hint of malice.

"Die rats! Death Domain!" Necro furiously roared.

The crimson magic energy on the horizon suddenly released massive pressure, and then ghostly wails began to reverberate as if someone had opened the gate of hell.

"Oh, a domain-type spell? I guess you didn't just reach the Quasi Legend Rank without any merits." The arrogant voice rang with great interest. "But it's a pity you only just through, and there's nothing my sword can't cut. Skyfall Sword!"

Necro finally felt the other party's aura for the first time, as he could vaguely sense them hiding in the sky. The gray flames in his eyes trembled in disbelief.

"NOOO! How could there be others?!" He howled in full of unwillingness as if someone had poured an icy bucket of water on him, waking him from his glorious dream.

He thought he was finally above everyone else, could conquer every land, and turn his old enemies into his slaves. Yet, his dream didn't even last for an hour before he was forced to face reality.

Right at this moment, within the crimson Death Domain, an ethereal white line appeared, and the domain was cut in half. That white streak directly landed on the giant Necro, who instantly drew power from the mountain behind him and was covered in a thick crimson barrier.

But it shattered like glass, and the white streak directly clashed with his body. He was sent down like a dead bird and crashed into the mountain while the white streak passed through half of the continent, obliterating anything in its path.

When the dust settled, the central continent seemed to have been split in half, as a steep chasm appeared in the place of that white streak. Even the colossal Dead Emperor Shrine Mountain was cut almost in half.

At this moment, three figures descend from the clouds, engulfed in magic energy like sdeity.

Necro's giant figure lay in front of the ruined shrine. His right side was completely gone, and only half of his figure remained. But the attacker had deliberately missed his dead core, or he would've been deader than dead.

The gray flames in his eyes were extremely dimmed, yet he was still awake and filled with disbelief and despair. It was an extremely harsh awakening, and now he finally understood how foolish he had been as he glared at those three light figures.

"Tsk, tsk, I told you to do it moderately, yet you almost destroyed the poor guy's treasure and home." The figure of a woman in sky-blue light snickered.

"Alright, we're not here to bully the new guy." The impish voice in emerald light retorted playfully before he spoke with Necro, who was glaring at them with hatred, "Don't hate us, little lich, but it was necessary to show you your place, or you won't be obedient, right? Anyway, I'll get straight to the point; as you can see, you are not the only Quasi Legend Rank in the Unique Plains.

"It's just that we never appeared in the public eye, interfered with factions, or harmed anyone below our level unless our faction is threatened by destruction. Only the Dead Faction was without a Quasi Legend Rank for nearly twenty thousand years.

"There are seven in total, including us three and you, and we all had a treaty among us. You just experienced what kind of might a Quasi Legend Rank holds, so it isn't hard to make you understand why we are in this treaty and can't move against those who ranked below us.

"So, you only have two options: join this treaty, leave this chessboard, and beca chess player, or you can die. Since you are a Quasi Legend Rank, we can attack you all we want, so I suggest you choose wisely!"

Just like that, the calamity that the other two factions were desperately preparing for passed unbeknownst to them—at least, that should've been the case!