Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 1369: Nether Swamp, Decaying World

Xiao Ming Buddha’s voice carried a sense of relief, as if he had finally understood something. Lin Moyu observed Xiao Ming Buddha’s complex expression, which contained a mix of joy, relief, disgust, and even a hint of greed, though the greed was well hidden.

Lin Moyu’s soul was extremely sensitive, capturing all of Xiao Ming Buddha’s reactions. He analyzed the information he gathered, particularly noting the trace of greed. “Is it because of that Buddhist artifact?” Lin Moyu wondered, but then dismissed the thought. If it were for the Buddhist artifact, the expression should have shown desire or even excitement, not greed. So what was it?

While observing Xiao Ming Buddha, Lin Moyu also kept an eye on the Black Sand God King and the Erosion God King. The Black Sand God King’s reaction was simpler; he seemed to be searching for something, consistent with the information he had shared.

Lin Moyu asked, “Fellow Daoists, now that we have entered the Nether Swamp, should we continue together or split up?”

The four maintained a certain distance from each other. They had left the central lake, and the oath of the great world had lost its effect. Although there was a bit of trust among them, it was fragile and could break at any moment. Xiao Ming Buddha didn’t hesitate and said, “I wish to act alone.”

Lin Moyu had anticipated this. Xiao Ming Buddha’s motives for entering the Nether Swamp were not pure and definitely not as simple as he claimed. Since Xiao Ming Buddha had spoken, the Black Sand God King followed suit, “We also choose to act alone.” He included the Erosion God King in his statement.

Lin Moyu smiled slightly, “Then let’s each take care.”

The brief cooperation ended, and the team disbanded. They came from different races and had their own goals. The next time they met, it could be as enemies. Anything was possible in this unknown world.

On the dark and desolate land, Lin Moyu moved forward alone. In reality, he wasn’t alone; he had already sent out his Death Knights to scout the area. From the information relayed by the Death Knights, the Nether Swamp was unexpectedly vast.

Indeed, there were many swamps within the Nether Swamp, but they occupied relatively small areas. The larger ones had diameters of only a few hundred kilometers, while the smaller ones were just a few hundred meters across. They didn’t seem to be the places Lin Moyu was looking for.

A map gradually formed in his mind, and Lin Moyu noticed a peculiar pattern among the scattered swamps. They seemed chaotic but actually followed a certain order. As the map in his mind became more complete, Lin Moyu realized what they resembled.

The swamps of various sizes looked like splattered water droplets, as if a giant water balloon had been thrown from a hundred meters high, bursting upon impact and splashing water in all directions, forming seemingly random but actually patterned droplets.

With this realization, Lin Moyu quickly locked onto his target and knew which direction to head. The Death Knights advanced rapidly, reaching the limits of the Yellow Earth Desert’s tolerance. In the next second, they broke through this limit, transforming into streams of light. The Flash Wizard appeared on Lin Moyu’s shoulder, allowing all undead to move at the speed of light, traveling 150,000 kilometers per second.

“There’s no speed limit here.”

“But flying is still impossible.”

“The laws here are no longer dominated by earth and stone laws. Various laws can be used to their full extent.”

“The death aura is very strong, enhancing the power of death laws and my Undead Law as well.”

“If there are monsters in the Nether Swamp, they are either decaying corpses or undead creatures.” Lin Moyu made various judgments based on the information he gathered. These judgments were based on his experience and were likely accurate. The Death Knights reached speeds of 150,000 kilometers per second, half the speed of light. In just one minute, they had traveled over 7 million kilometers.

They could have gone further, but frequent swamps blocked their path, forcing the Death Knights to detour and slow down. After advancing for over ten minutes and covering billions of kilometers, they finally encountered a massive swamp. From the Death Knights’ perspective, this swamp seemed endless.

The Death Knights spread out, running along the swamp’s edges to measure its size. Lin Moyu’s shock grew stronger as he realized the swamp’s diameter exceeded a million kilometers, large enough to contain a star.

A swamp the size of a star was unheard of. The Death Knights continued beyond the giant swamp, while Lin Moyu arrived at its edge. The swamp’s mud was pitch black, seemingly lifeless, with occasional bubbles rising and bursting.

However, through the undead vision, Lin Moyu saw a different reality. Beneath the black surface was a large amount of decaying blood. The blood had rotted, turning into mud. Even with his sense of smell sealed, his soul could sense the stench.

The smell was more than just foul; it was filled with the resentment of the dead, forming a deadly poison. A true deity would die from prolonged exposure to this poison, even with their sense of smell sealed. The poison could corrode the soul.

In the undead vision, there were no soul fires in the swamp. Lin Moyu wasn’t sure if there were none or if they were hidden like the flying ants. After a moment of contemplation, he sent out several skeletal warriors.

They transformed into light, running across the swamp at high speed. Their speed prevented them from sinking immediately. After two seconds and nearly 300,000 kilometers, the skeletal warriors began to sink. The swamp’s mud exerted a pulling force, as if giant hands were dragging them down.

The skeletal warriors swung their swords with all their might. With a loud explosion, the mud erupted like a volcano. The skeletal warriors leaped high from the swamp. At this moment, Lin Moyu saw something different.

In the undead vision, numerous soul fires suddenly appeared beneath the mud. They emerged from the mud, reaching for the airborne skeletal warriors. The hands were decayed, some resembling human hands, others like animal claws, with rotting flesh still dripping blood.

The skeletal warriors swung their swords in mid-air, striking the decayed flesh with metallic sounds. The immense recoil pushed the skeletal warriors higher. A powerful suction force emerged from the swamp, trying to pull them down.

Lin Moyu immediately recalled the skeletal warriors. His expression turned serious. Besides the monsters in the swamp, he had seen something else.