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Chapter 1415 - Chapter 1415: Chapter 976: Surrender Quickly to Save Your Life

Chapter 1415: Chapter 976: Surrender Quickly to Save Your Life

The unprecedented Mourning Undead Soul–although uncertain if he had seen it correctly–its power was unmistakeable.

Anthony’s summoned Undead were all conjured; as a Necromancer, this sort of magic was not beyond him, but the numbers were a tad overwhelming.

Summoned Undead naturally don’t have a Soul Network, nor are they bound by a compulsory Soul Brand, hence they could be snatched away by others.

But to stealthily take control of so many Undead like this, the group of violet smoke was definitely no simple matter.

While Anthony was shouting for help, Holy Light exploded from his body; he pulled with both hands, and the Holy Light Staff materialized, swinging forward.

Had the Mourning Undead Soul not shouted ‘all are Undead’, the leading Swordsman might not have been so shocked, but now, witnessing Anthony wielding the Holy Light Staff, the astonishment was no less than a nun lifting her skirt to dance provocatively.

But his reaction was quick, Longsword at the ready in front of him, Power of Chaos emanating from the blade, forming a red sword beam slashing at Anthony.

Anthony’s staff suddenly spun, the unbalanced rotation causing its head to dip down; at the same time, his other hand forcefully pushed against the staff shaft, using his palm as a fulcrum to tilt it toward the Swordsman.

Simultaneously, the staff’s head flashed fiercely with white light–the Illumination Spell.

Although it was essentially an Illumination Spell, the sudden brilliance was blinding–its intensity directly blinded everyone, including the violet smoke; with the Holy Light scorching Undead, the intense brightness instantly obstructed its vision.

As the white light faded, Anthony’s staff had already pierced through the lead Swordsman’s shoulder, hoisting him up slightly, standing on tiptoe barely touching the ground, completely powerless.

With one move subduing his foe, the other three Swordsmen had no time to react, their faces revealing shock and terror as they instinctively lunged forward.

Anthony pulled sharply, and the leading Swordsman screamed in agony.

Suddenly, everyone froze, including the Mourning Undead Soul and the surging Undead.

The scene fell silent momentarily; only the lead Swordsman hissed and yelped in pain–a good sign, apparently the prisoner Anthony captured was quite important, enough to make the Mourning Undead Soul wary.

After a standoff, the violet smoke condensed into a humanoid form, speaking slowly, “Such exquisite martial technique, who are you?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one introducing yourself first? Who are you? Who is he? Who are you people?” Anthony asked leisurely.

“Do you realize what you are saying? You have two choices: release my man and state your origin, and I might spare your life; otherwise, I will cast your soul into the Soul Prison, enduring eternal lament under the torment of soul fire,” threatened the Mourning Undead with venom.

“Pfft…” Anthony nearly burst out laughing; wasn’t this the threat they commonly used against others? It was the first time someone used it against him, and it felt oddly amusing.

The Mourning Undead, thinking Anthony didn’t understand what a Soul Prison was, explained, “You might not get it; I am Undead, the Soul Prison is Purgatory for the soul, even if you die, I can still capture your soul and throw it in there, where you’ll eternally wail in agony. Suicide is pointless.”

Anthony flicked his hand, sending a spark of Sacred Flame shooting into a pile of Undead in front of him, landing on a skeleton and instantly evaporating its soul, scattering its bones: “Guess, can you capture my soul?”

“You’re a devotee of the Lord of Light? Isn’t the Lord of Light dead? Where did you get the divine power from?” the Mourning Undead Soul was astonished.

Anyway, Anthony was just buying time and spoke pompously, “The Lord of Light? Ha, nowadays anything dares to claim it’s the light. If the Lord is a ray, then my Lord is the collection of millions of rays, simply not in the same category.”

It’s easy to determine if someone is a follower of certain gods – just see if they dare to curse. If they dare, then they definitely are not followers of that god.

“Who exactly are you?” the Mourning Undead Soul couldn’t help but ask the question again.

“In such a situation, shouldn’t you be the one telling me first? Who are you? Who is he? What are you people?” Anthony repeated slowly.

The Mourning Undead Soul hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly replied, “The Violet Mercenary Group, he’s the leader Roland, and I’m his ancestor.”

“Why are you here? What’s going on in Highland City? How many people are there?” Anthony continued to ask.

The Mourning Undead Soul asked perplexedly, “Haven’t you heard the name Violet? You didn’t know we were here? Is Highland City your target? I was wondering why you brought a bunch of Undead creatures with you. If you knew I was here, you wouldn’t have brought the Undead, did you bring them as a gift to me?”

Anthony scratched his nose in embarrassment; he was always meticulous in his planning, but detailed plans require extensive information to support them, and he had only arrived here a few days ago, so naturally, he couldn’t possibly know everything, like how many famous mercenary groups there are in the Divine Light Alliance.

If he had known there was a Mourning Undead Soul here, he would have called the adults to come along sooner, and maybe even awakened His Majesty to be absolutely sure.

“We were passing by and noticed some chaos here, so we stayed to keep order. Things aren’t great in Highland City; there’s a shortage of food, about twelve thousand people there.”

At this point, the Mourning Undead Soul said sternly, “I’ve answered all your questions, now it’s your turn to answer mine. If you don’t agree, then just kill him, I’ll kill you, and then resurrect him as an Undead creature.”

The leading Swordsman named Roland’s face changed, but he dared not say anything, only making incoherent noises.

Anthony took out a Holy Shroud and put it over Roland’s head in a swift motion, smilingly explaining, “The Holy Shroud can extinguish consciousness, even if reborn as a Zombie, it will just be an unaware corpse.”

“You…” the Mourning Undead Soul was infuriated, “What do you want in exchange for his release?”

Originally just trying to intimidate Anthony, showing that he had a backup plan, and if things went too far, to just walk away from the negotiation, but the sight of the Mummy Cloth Anthony pulled out actually scared him instead.

Although Roland was disheartening, he was the most accomplished among his descendants. If killed, he could still be reincarnated as Undead, but if his consciousness dissipated, his lineage would truly end.

Anthony, with a smile, said, “I want to know how you became a Mourning Undead Soul, and if you could offer your soul to my Lord, even better.”

“You… are you sick?” the Mourning Undead Soul cursed directly, angered.

Anthony laughed, “I’m not asking for your opinion; I’m just telling you that you can choose this option. Surrendering quickly can save your life.”

“Curse your… Bada…” the Mourning Undead Soul cursed, but suddenly sensed something and looked down the slope. He saw something rushing at high speed towards their direction.

“My Lord is coming, remember, surrendering quickly can save your life,” Anthony quickly reminded.

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