Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 2110: Months Later, the God of Death Reappears

The great calamity that occurred a hundred thousand years ago caused the human race to lose a lot of information.

Some were stolen, some were erased, and much information was completely damaged.

At that time, the human race did not have the Human Emperor Network, so once those materials were lost, they were lost forever.

Today, the human race has very little information about the Ghost Race.

In the limited information available, the Ghost Race is described as very powerful. They once fought for the human race, suppressing rebellions from various tribes.

Several tribes were exterminated by them, and their combat methods were somewhat similar to Lin Moyu’s.

Later, the Ghost Race disappeared for unknown reasons, only to reappear many years later.

Each time they appeared, the Ghost Race would cause a massacre.

Their targets seemed to include not only foreign races but also the human race.

From the bits and pieces of the Ghost Race’s past, Lin Moyu carefully analyzed and combined it with the last words left by the Saint Sigil Heavenly Venerable, who advised him to find the Ghost Race.

Lin Moyu made a bold guess: the Ghost Race was a race created by a certain Heavenly Venerable in ancient times.

This race possessed extremely strong combat power and was adept at manipulating the power of the void, which led to their formidable results.

The power of the void is terrifying, and even a Saint Venerable would find it difficult to contend with.

Even Lin Moyu, who now also mastered a bit of the power of the void, feared that he would be doomed if he encountered the Ghost Race.

“No wonder the Saint Sigil Heavenly Venerable told me to wait until I became a Saint Venerable before seeking out the Ghost Race. He knew all along.”

“Is the Heavenly Venerable who created the Ghost Race still around? Or has he, like other Heavenly Venerables, already left?”

A Heavenly Venerable capable of creating a race with the power of the void would be a top-tier powerhouse even among Heavenly Venerables.

However, since the Saint Sigil Heavenly Venerable advised him to seek out the Ghost Race after reaching the Saint Venerable realm, there must be a reason.

A wave of consciousness swept over Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu looked around and sensed a large number of star beasts flying towards him in the void.

The power of the formation disk had attracted the attention of the star beasts. In the endless darkness, the formation disk was like a blazing flame, very conspicuous.

Although the star beasts were powerful, most of them lacked intelligence and acted purely on instinct.

Lin Moyu calmly put away the formation disk. These star beasts were not worth his attention.

If they hadn’t come, it would have been fine, but since they had, they wouldn’t be leaving. They would become nourishment for the Bone Hell.

The Bone Hell, after reaching Divine Venerable rank 8, had integrated the Undying Law. Its power had greatly increased, but so had the requirements for advancement.

The dozens of star systems from the Cold Water Tribe were like a drop in the bucket, barely improving the Bone Hell.

Lin Moyu didn’t mind at all; the more nourishment, the better.

Dozens of star beasts approached from all directions, the weakest at Divine Venerable rank 1, the strongest at Divine Venerable rank 3.

Lin Moyu felt a bit disappointed, “Too weak, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.”

Such a small number of star beasts was indeed a drop in the bucket.

Lin Moyu thought that even if he devoured all the star beasts in the dark void, it might not be enough for the Bone Hell to advance again.

The Bone Hell appeared, instantly enveloping all the approaching star beasts.

Terrifying sounds echoed from within the hell, accompanied by the star beasts’ terrified roars.

Seconds later, the Bone Hell disappeared, taking the star beasts with it, leaving the void completely calm.

After devouring dozens of Divine Venerable-level star beasts, the Bone Hell remained calm, showing no signs of improvement.

Lin Moyu scanned the dark void, “No rush, I’ll deal with you all later!”

The star beasts in the dark void wouldn’t escape, so there was plenty of time to deal with them.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Lin Moyu disappeared into the darkness.

Since the silent disappearance of the Cold Water Tribe, the Great World seemed to have fallen quiet again.

The Demon Race quickly set up barriers for various races to prevent attacks from the Ghost Race.

With stronger barrier protection, the races seemed much more at ease.

Only Blood Bull Saint Venerable held no hope in his heart.

He had received news from Blood Bull Saint Venerable and knew how terrifying the Ghost Race was.

If encountered, even he would have to flee for his life, let alone the so-called strong barriers of the Demon Race, which were useless.

But he couldn’t say these things. If he did, the Hundred Races Alliance would surely waver.

The human race would seize the opportunity to strike, breaking them one by one.

Although the Hundred Races Alliance seemed numerous, few could truly confront the human race head-on.

Even the Demon Race, alone, would struggle to contend with the human race.

Most of the weaker races were just cannon fodder in the eyes of the strong races.

The Demon Race and the Golden Eagle Race clearly understood this. While the Demon Race set up barriers, the Golden Eagle Race led the Hundred Races Alliance in launching even more ferocious attacks on the human race.

At least on the surface, they wanted the human race to think they were united.

The Hundred Races Alliance, in terms of numbers, already surpassed the human race.

In recent years, the human race had lost more battles than they had won.

However, they felt this was the human race deliberately showing weakness. Each time the human race retreated quickly, but in reality, they hadn’t suffered much loss. They didn’t dare to pursue, as the defenses of the human star region were too strong.

The starry sky was filled with arrays. If they dared to charge in, they would surely suffer heavy losses.

But they also knew that this stalemate was not a solution.

The Demon Race had proposed concentrating their forces to attack one star region.

As long as one star region was breached, the human race’s defense system would have a gap.

But the premise was to catch them off guard, concentrating the strongest forces of all races for a decisive strike.

Originally, this plan was being prepared, but the sudden appearance of the Ghost Race disrupted it.

Part of the Demon Race’s forces had already gone to set up barriers for various races, so the surprise attack plan had to be postponed.

The Ximu Tribe, located on the edge of the domain space, was very far from the human star region, possibly the farthest tribe.

If you drew a straight line on the star map, the nearest human star region the Ximu Tribe could reach would be the Azure Dragon Star Region.

They would have to pass through seven other tribes to get there.

The Ximu Tribe was a plant-based race, surrounded by other races, giving them a sense of security.

In terms of strength, the Ximu Tribe was very weak, similar to the Cold Water Tribe.

They occupied 86 star systems, but each star system was small, with limited resources.

The Ximu Tribe was once powerful. A hundred thousand years ago, they were very close to becoming a strong race, and at that time, they were near the human race.

Later, they were decimated by Xiao Zhantian, leaving them crippled.

At their weakest, the Ximu Tribe didn’t even have a Divine Venerable.

Such a race should have had no place in the cruel Great World, but fortunately, they still had some use.

The Ximu Tribe produced a fruit called the Ximu Fruit, which contained immense vitality and was needed by all races.

As a result, several slightly stronger nearby races kept them around, specifically to produce Ximu Fruits for them.

Even in the Hundred Races Alliance, the Ximu Tribe had no place.

Once powerful, the Ximu Tribe had now become slaves, living seemingly stable but actually very difficult lives.

Lin Moyu, sitting in the warship, took a long detour, navigating along the edge of the domain space, arriving at the Ximu Tribe’s territory from the rear.

“A hundred thousand years ago, you should have perished.”

“Living an extra hundred thousand years, your luck has run out!”

There were no demonic barriers here. Lin Moyu easily flew in. Months later, the God of Death once again made his grand entrance.