Chapter 246 Undead Monarch

Someone stirred the River Styx and surfed its waves, frightening all the dead souls.

I have never seen anything like this before. It was the River Styx, and even the god Charon could only take a boat and row on it instead of swimming.

"Crash!"

The poor people watched in horror as the waves hit the shore, and then they clung to the shore with one hand.

"Boer!"

A smiling face jumped out of the water, it was Yan Nu.

"It's him! It's him! It's him!"

"He actually came back from the River Styx!"

Many dead souls on the shore recognized Yan Nu. Isn't this the same one who jumped without hesitation to save others?

Everyone thought it was another innocent soul from the bottom of the river, but they didn't expect it to actually come back, stir up the waves, and make a big fuss in the Styx.

Some Roman nobles who were still on this shore were not only shocked but also terrified.

"The strong man from the East who fought against the gods died in the underworld. Is he still so strong?"

"Who the hell is he!"

Because too many nobles died in the First World War in Rome, they were extremely impressed by Yan Slave. Such an evil star could not even trap the River Styx. How could they survive?

I saw Yan Nu holding on to the shore with all his strength, and climbed onto the shore as if it was extremely heavy.

When he came to the shore, everyone saw that there were dead souls dragging behind him, and then they realized why he was so heavy.

"Ah!"

Yan Nu roared and dragged hard, pulling out a series of dead souls.

Mars and Chi Qing came ashore first, followed by the souls of drowning people one after another.

It was too heavy. His brute strength alone was not enough to drag it, and it was not easy to drag. The spirit body would be torn apart.

But it doesn't matter, his lower body is pitch black, and is a snake body made of Styx water, connected to the Styx like a water column.

What he crawled out was only part of his body, and there was still a lot of water in the river.

The reason why the river was shaking and making waves just now was because of this majestic amount of water.

"rise!"

The stormy waves rose again, and the huge water snake tails gathered more and more in the river, extending for hundreds of miles and rising spontaneously.

It is composed of Styx water and steam, but it blocks the water upstream!

The water level in the upstream is getting higher and higher, and the water level in the downstream is getting lower and lower.

"Open!" Yan Nu shouted, controlling the water vapor of the Styx River, and instantly opened a channel, a hundred feet deep, directly revealing the smooth river bed!

"What!" The noise was so loud that the people on the shore were shaken.

It’s unbelievable. The River Styx is extremely wide, like an ocean, with a huge volume of water. Yan Slave actually cut it into two sections!

Like Moses parting the sea, cutting off the flow!

The water was separated, and the soul body was naturally no longer heavy. Yan Nu snored and dragged all the soul bodies he had salvaged before to the shore.

"Everyone wake up!"

Yan Nu turned his hands, and the artistic conception enveloped him, releasing the consciousness of the drowning people.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the drowned souls woke up one by one and staggered up.

"We're back!"

"Woooooo, we're ashore!"

"Great rescuer, how can we thank you? Please be our God..."

The suffering endured by the rescued people is unimaginable to others, and the gratitude in their hearts cannot be contained. Most of them are willing to follow them forever.

The poor people on the shore were also very shocked and admired. Many of them have been trapped here for too long.

Without money, he couldn't cross the river, so he couldn't be tried. He also suffered a lot.

Now Yan Slave, who cut off the flow of the Styx River, was able to open up a passage, which is definitely an unparalleled great feat.

"I told you, I don't want to become a god." Yan Nu curled his lips and said, "If you are willing to be the enemy of fate, just cross the river with me!"

"Against fate? Do you want to kill gods?"

Yan Nu tilted his head and said, "I've killed several of them, and here...he is Mars, the God of War."

Countless poor ghosts were horrified. Mars looked like an ordinary undead. Was he actually a god?

Mars said with fighting spirit: "You really like me, Yan! To overthrow the gods, let's start by conquering the underworld!"

"Fight all the way to the sacred mountain. I want all the gods to have a taste of how mortals feel! They won't understand until they die once!"

Yan Nu nodded and smiled: "Okay!"

And countless poor ghosts are confused and occupy the underworld? Just them?

They are just a group of ordinary undead souls. Any god can wipe them out, and Pluto also has countless immortal monsters under his command.

But do they have any choice? Are you going to stay and suffer in this hopeless despair?

You have nothing during your lifetime, and you will have nothing after your death. In that case, what a damn thing to be afraid of! That would really dare to stab Pluto twice!

Yan Nu shocked them so much that maybe it could really be done. This might be their only chance in this life.

"Kill God! Kill God!"

"Yan, you are the king of our suffering undead, please lead us to conquer the underworld!"

"Conquer the underworld!"

Countless suffering undead roared, and the waves spread far away, and many undead souls who were not in this section of the river heard it.

They were wandering on the shore, numb at first. When they heard the movement, they all gathered in the direction of Yan Nu.

"Don't cross the river yet, there's going to be a flood, please get out of the way!"

Yan Nu couldn't block the Styx River for too long. After all, it was better to block it than to clear it. The water level was getting higher and higher, and it had spread to both banks.

He divided a vein of water and immediately washed it ashore. In an instant, he plowed a wide gully to guide the Styx to release its floods.

Not to mention, the properties of Styx water are really useful.

Except for the water itself, when all objects touch the Styx water, the reaction force is in the direction of gravity.

This is simply easier to use than any trenching tool. The river water washes ashore and automatically compacts the soil wherever it passes.

The soil sank and squeezed crazily, and a river bed suddenly formed, like a black snake swimming across the snow.

"Okay, you can go down and rescue everyone."

Yan Nu led everyone into the river and pushed upstream. Along the way, many drowning people were scattered in the river, and they were all rescued one by one.

Their team grew stronger and stronger, walking in the river as if crossing a canyon.

The huge water curtain in front of Yan Slave was like a black wall, rushing up against the River Styx. The river water leaked from both sides, and the dead souls on both sides kept jumping into the canyon to join their team.

"How is that possible! He can actually control the water of the Styx!"

Charon stood on the boat, riding the wind and waves. Faced with this scene, he couldn't believe it.

He is the Styx ferryman, not the Styx water god. He cannot do such a thing, but his ferrying divinity can ignore the Styx divinity.

There is no Styx God at all, or the Taotao River itself is a god, an unconscious god of nature.

And Yan Slave actually merged with the water of the Styx and controlled it at will.

Although he does not control the entire River Styx and only stirs up trouble in one section of the river, Charon can see that the amount of water in Yannu is growing crazily.

"Stop him!" Pluto's voice sounded in Charon's heart.

"Great Pluto, how can I stop him? Should I shoot him into the River Styx again? His body is made of the River Styx. I'm afraid my divinity is useless."

Charon was a little panicked when he saw Yan Nu going upstream, but he didn't dare to get close.

He and his boat are one, and will not be affected by the characteristics of the Styx. The boat pole also has a special function, that is, it can force anyone into the Styx.

But in the current state of Yan Slave, what's the use of shooting him into the River Styx? He even cut off the River Styx with his own body!

It can even guide the flood and shake the waves to the shore!

"We can't let him absorb any more water from the river. Please delay!" Pluto said.

Charon said hurriedly: "He is not absorbing the river water. On the contrary, he is crazily generating Styx water in his body!"

"This..." Pluto was silent.

After a while, he said: "He is indeed a terrible guy. No wonder he made the guys in the Shenshan Mountain so embarrassed."

Charon said anxiously: "When he becomes stronger again, he will be able to fish out all the drowning people in the River Styx..."

"There are also the dead souls on the shore who cannot cross the river. They are numerous and follow this guy extremely fervently. If they all pour into the underworld..."

Pluto said calmly: "Are you saving people? It's a waste of time. No matter how many undead there are, it's meaningless. The focus is still on this blasphemer."

"In this case, I will send the three judges to prepare, and then wait for him to come and die on his own."

Charon quickly said: "What about me?"

As a ferryman on the River Styx, where will he work in the future if the river is in chaos?

Hades said calmly: "You should go back and help the three judges guard Hades."

"After all, this guy now has the divinity of the Styx, which is a trouble for me. You are the only god who is not afraid of this water."

"Yes..." God Charon immediately accepted the order.

Turn the boat around and sail to the other shore like an arrow.

Charon is just a lesser god, not much more powerful than a powerful monster apart from Styx.

Once on the shore, his speed slowed down a lot, he integrated the boat into his body, spread his legs and started running.

After crossing the river, there is a vast gray plain called the Field of Truth, covered with iron trees and silver flowers.

The underworld is known as the ‘Garden of Hades’, and it’s not for nothing. It is indeed full of exotic flowers and plants.

These are plants unique to the underworld, legendary things, and have miraculous effects on increasing divine power and divine vein power.

Each flower is a treasure to mortal priests and heroes, and some can be refined into artifacts.

The wailing and crying dead souls were carrying huge iron plows on their backs and holding heavy hoes, slowly cultivating the hard underworld soil here.

These are all dead souls who are doing hard labor in the underworld, some because they are disrespectful to God, and some because they don’t have bridge tolls...

The city of Hades has a moat called the River of Lament. There is a bridge on the river, which is also a threshold.

So the souls of the dead who could not afford the bridge toll stayed in this garden and took care of their fields for the gods.

In the plains, there are still a group of undead wearing white bone armor wandering around. The weapons in their hands are like Roman standard weapons. They are well-trained and were soldiers during their lifetime.

They urged the hard laborers to perform military service here deliberately in order to earn the currency of the underworld.

"God Charon! Why did you get ashore when you weren't ferrying across the River Styx?" A group of underworld soldiers were very surprised when they saw Charon.

Charon said coldly: "A blasphemer is leading an army of the undead and is about to enter the underworld. Didn't you get the news?"

"What!" The soldiers in the underworld were stunned.

They have been serving in the army in the underworld, some for hundreds of years, and they have always been doing supervisory work. How have you ever heard of fighting?

What kind of ghost is so bold that he dares to start a war in the underworld?

"They can't cross the River Styx without you, so how can they break into Hades?"

"I...hum!" Charon snorted and left without wanting to answer.

He knew why the gods didn't organize this group of overseers, it didn't make any sense.

The main force in the underworld is a group of monsters and heroic spirits trained by the gods. How could these ordinary undead soldiers cause harm to the blasphemer?

Just as Pluto looked down on the poor guys Yan Nu pulled over, he also looked down on his own ordinary undead soldiers.

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p.s: Sorry.