#829 - Chapter 829: Surrender or Kill

Such a vast Undead Dynasty had unexpectedly become a completely unrecognizable sight.

Above, there was no law; below, there was no way out. The power of rules had been lost. The beasts and crops had been wiped out or ruined, and now, they had begun to eat people.

The entire Undead race had fallen into a state of collective, dreamlike death, as if no one was awake.

Xuan felt grief in his heart, and also lamented their lack of ambition. The entire Undead race clearly had nine thousand miles of land; no matter how lazy they were, how could it have come to this?!

Alas...

With a soft sigh, Xuan ordered the Spirit Guard, "Annihilate those pimps, Undead officials, and those who are there to join in the fun. The rest, tie them up and let's continue!"

"Yes, Lord Xuan!"

Several Spirit Guards flew down, their purple armor reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

With just a few sword strikes, the fierce sword light swept across, and they dealt with those who were just laughing heartily.

"Ah, you... are you people from the Immortal Realm?" An Undead official, bleeding on the ground, said with his last breath.

When they saw the corpses of the Undead people wrapped in animal skins, with jingling sounds on their necks, everyone was so frightened that they knelt on the ground, afraid to breathe.

Xuan picked out a demon official wearing an official robe and pressed his sword against his throat: "Tell me, what's going on here?"

"Replying... replying to your Excellency, those Undead people wrapped in animal skins originally wanted to take the opportunity to get a share of the pie from the Demon race."

As he spoke, Xuan seemed to smell a pungent odor of urine. He glanced sideways and realized that the ground where the Undead official was kneeling was already wet.

He raised his head back in disgust, and a Spirit Guard quickly stepped forward and said: "Lord, let me do it!"

With a wave of his hand, a large slap landed on the demon official's face, instantly imprinting five bright red palm prints.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? How dare you disgust our Lord!"

"No... no, no, I wouldn't dare. It's just that the Undead race has rotted from the top down, and we... we can't do anything about it."

Before the Undead official could continue speaking, the Spirit Guard slapped him again, and the Undead official's head swelled up like a pig's head. He fell backward and collapsed.

"Lord, this slave has no way to live. This place is like hell."

A beautiful woman with disheveled clothes said with a sob.

"Yes~ Yes~ There's no way to live."

Xuan didn't say much. He now only wanted to get to the Undead race's new capital as soon as possible to see what that monarch was doing, that he had left so many of his people with no way out.

Xuan pointed slightly at the rope, and the Spirit Guard understood his meaning, killing those who should be killed, tying those who should be tied, and seizing all the rare treasures that should be seized. These were all spoils of war.

After doing all this, they continued to advance towards the Undead race's new capital.

They continued to advance through several towns, and the situation was much the same. Before the Spirit Guard could formally attack, the executive Undead officials surrendered with a crowd of people.

Xuan led the Spirit Guard team, followed by a long line of slaves, as if entering an uninhabited land.

By the morning of the second day, it was still the same. The number of slaves was increasing, and the spoils of war were becoming more and more abundant. In another half a day, they would reach the Undead race's new capital.

Xuan saw a war of thousands of people unfolding below, and he watched with great interest from the side.

"Old Man Feng, you won't die! How dare you invade my Dragon Undead tribe! Today, I will let you see the strength of my Dragon Undead!"

One side shouted, a middle-aged man with half-white beard, his face already twisted with anger, his teeth clattering.

"Hmph, do you still think the Undead Ancestor is alive? How dare you scare me! If you know what's good for you, quickly submit and surrender. Considering that we are of the same clan, I will spare your lives."

The other side was also unrelenting, retorting fiercely. The Undead soldiers of both sides were already sharpening their knives, with arrows on the string.

"Hmph, interesting, they're actually fighting each other!" Xuan snorted coldly, descending from the clouds and hovering in the air.

The two sides who were about to start a war saw Xuan and the Spirit Guard in purple armor, as well as the long line of slaves behind them, and were immediately frightened and trembled, completely losing their fierceness just now.

The voices came from the two tribes, from elders wearing Undead tribe elder attire, who seemed to still have a little bit of bloodiness left in them.

However, before they could issue any more deafening calls, the leaders gave them a look, and two soldiers with knives walked forward and slit their throats.

Old and unyielding, wanting to die themselves, and wanting to take so many of us with them!

Soon, the two bleeding corpses of the elders were sent to Xuan, discarded in the wilderness like rags.

"Lord, don't be influenced by these old stubborns. As long as you don't kill us, we surrender!"

The leaders smiled obsequiously, leading the soldiers to kneel, in a pious posture.

Xuan, with an indifferent expression, moved his hand slightly backward, and the Spirit Guard understood his meaning, killing those who should be killed, tying those who should be tied, and taking away all the treasures.

And so, next, a mighty army of thousands of people set out towards the Undead race's new capital.

Approaching the Undead race's new capital, the defenses were surprisingly lax. On the city walls, there were soldiers lying horizontally and vertically, hugging wine bottles, and there were sleepy-eyed, desperate, and numb generals.

Witnessing Xuan and the Spirit Guard of the Immortal Realm pressing the border with thousands of Undead people, they showed no intention of resisting, and there was not even a trace of struggle on their faces.

At the palace entrance of the Undead race's new capital, the city-guarding soldiers looked at the overwhelming crowd and hesitated to draw their swords.

"Do you want to resist?" The Spirit Guard pointed his sword at the imperial city, full of murderous intent.

"Clang clang clang" A sound of swords and weapons falling to the ground, "We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare!" The city-guarding soldiers threw down their weapons and held their heads in their hands.

At the palace gate, Xuan led the Spirit Guard straight in. Wherever they passed, the palace maids and guards knelt down and saluted. When the Undead officials saw them, they dared not be angry and dared not speak.

Inside the Undead race's council hall, there was no one. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

In such a large palace, the place for discussing state affairs had actually gathered dust. It seemed that this Undead race's monarch had been absurd for a long time.

In a place of lush flowers in the harem, a Phoenix Sun Palace had been newly built here, with glazed tile double-eaved roofs, vermilion lacquered doors, and the same foundation. Inside the palace, there was a huge circular pool, which could accommodate hundreds of people bathing together.

The Undead race's monarch, with hundreds of concubines, spent his days drinking and making merry here, living a life of reversed days and nights, indulgence, and extravagance.

Not thinking about court affairs, not seeing court officials, not caring about the hardships of the common people at the bottom.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please wake up! The people from the Immortal Realm are about to attack!"

An Undead race minister wearing court clothes knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly.