The necromancer just wants to plant trees

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Matthew calmly looked at the Hades soldiers rushing towards the pumpkin lantern.

The level of the Bone Nightmares under them was not low, but they were not elite, nor were they naturally formed undead. They looked more like inferior mounts cultivated in some way.

When the Bone Nightmares were stepping on the waves.

The circles of light under their four feet resisted the corrosion and gravity of the Styx.

Matthew felt a power similar to that of the Underworld Messenger.

"Not Viscount Fan."

"But these ghost riders should belong to the Underworld Messengers of the same level or the next level, or the Lord of Death..."

He made such a judgment in his heart.

In a breath.

The two fastest Bone Nightmares had arrived in front of them.

They didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. The huge bodies of the ghost riders and the Bone Nightmares formed a sharp contrast with the pumpkin lantern and the two petite fairies on it.

"Crush them!"

A cruel low roar came from the ghost rider.

In an instant.

A Bone Nightmare raised its front hoof high and stomped on the pumpkin lantern!

Facing two creatures crossing the Styx.

These ghost riders didn't even think about communicating!

Instead, they just wanted to kill them cruelly!

Matthew's eyes turned cold, but he didn't act immediately, but quickly glanced at Lulu next to him.

Although Lulu looked a little scared, she took the initiative to step forward and raised the priest's staff in her hand--

Puff!

A yellow light suddenly rose.

Then.

The air around seemed to be frozen.

A powerful and unstoppable force rippled out, and it actually stopped the front hoof of the bone nightmare in mid-air--

"Fairy Spell: Rejection Aura"!

"Go away!"

Lulu's eyes widened.

Three more yellow lights exploded in succession.

The bone nightmare fell back suddenly, and the ghost rider on the horse immediately fell on the Styx in a mess.

Crash!

Just at this moment, a strong undercurrent surged, hitting the shore and rolling back the waves, directly wrapping up the ghost rider who fell into the river.

It was a critical moment.

If the companions who came later had not lent a hand in time and fished the ghost who fell into the water together, otherwise, even if he was protected by the messenger of the underworld, he would not be able to resist the long-term erosion of the Styx!

"We are not ghosts!"

"Why did you hit my pumpkin lantern?"

"You are not qualified to arrest us!"

Seeing that Matthew had no intention of speaking.

Lulu had to bite the bullet and said angrily to the enemies around her.

"Heh... ignorant goblins."

At this time, the rider in front made way.

A ghost rider wearing heavy armor and looking like the leader came to them.

He took a look at Lulu's rejection aura and the subsequent release of the "Fairy Shelter", and the eyes behind the mask lit up with a faint blue light.

His eyes were extremely cold:

"Wherever the Styx reaches, that is where the underworld is."

"All the creatures who enter the underworld without permission, their souls are managed by the underworld, don't you understand this rule?"

"If the living enter the underworld, it means that you have chosen death."

"And the realm of death is not where you can come and go as you please!"

As he said.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed at the void of Lulu's shelter!

Crack!

A panicking sound came from the shelter.

But three seconds later.

Instead, the ghost leader showed a surprised look:

"You have strong magical attainments, you are not ordinary fairies."

"Wait, the staff in your hand, I seem to have seen it on another person many years ago-"

"That person is my friend, hum, this staff must have been stolen from her by you?"

"Hand over the staff!"

The last sentence.

He suddenly changed from a normal speaking tone to a severe rebuke!

The angry voice clearly contained powerful intimidation and blackmail, which was probably a special ability of some underworld residents.

Lulu shuddered when she heard it, and she almost couldn't hold the staff steadily, and the whole shelter was even more shaky.

"Matthew..."

She whispered.

The next second.

She felt a warm and firm power on the back of her hand holding the staff.

"Don't be afraid, he is threatening you."

"You performed very well."

Matthew stepped forward in time to relieve Lulu's pressure.

He actually just wanted to see how much Lulu could resist. At present, it seems that she is still qualified.

It seems that it is still a long way to go for a person to complete the legendary task...

He calmed down and his eyes met the ghost leader who was also looking at him:

"You are lying!"

"I have a friend who has lived in the underworld for a long time. He told me that the rules of the underworld are not like this."

"Who is your lord?"

The ghost leader snorted coldly:

"Do you think a little fairy is qualified to know the name of the lord I am loyal to?"

Matthew immediately raised his voice:

"The one standing in front of you is not a little fairy!"

"She is the high priest of the Fairy Flower Court!"

"Even the messenger of the underworld is not qualified to talk to her like this!"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the ghost leader's eyes.

Then he couldn't help laughing:

"I've heard that goblins like to play tricks on people, but I didn't expect it to be such a boring lie."

"Even if you know some magic and have a decent staff, it doesn't mean you are the high priest."

Lulu just wanted to say something.

But he was grabbed by Matthew.

"He is testing us. There is no need to do what he wants."

Matthew uses magic to send a message to Lulu.

A trace of regret suddenly flashed in the ghost leader's eyes.

He paused his attack on the shelter, thinking about how to further find out the details of the two Matthews.

However, Matthew has already taken the lead:

"They're not really souls."

"What I mean is that the souls on these paper boats are not dying people. They retain the spirituality of living people. Who are you to dare to smuggle the souls of living people in the name of messengers from the underworld?"

He pointed to the numb faces on the paper boat behind him.

Based on Matthew's attainments in the realm of the dead.

Naturally, one can easily tell the difference between a soul that forms normally after death and a soul that is forcibly removed from a living body.

The former has a complete soul imprint.

At least half of the latter's brand remained in the half-dead body.

That's why they look so numb.

By this time Matthew had realized.

These underworld soldiers in front of you are definitely not kind!

He desperately wanted to know their origins.

The ghost leader's eyes were even more surprised.

He stopped talking, but waved his hand and ordered the other ghosts to surround Matthew and the two.

Then he shouted loudly towards the upper reaches of the Styx:

"Little bastard!"

"You little bastard! Come here quickly!"

"Take out what the lord has given you!"

After a while.

A ghost rider who was not wearing a helmet and looked very young came in a hurry on the waves.

"Get your stuff out!"

The ghost leader seemed to dislike the young rider.

As soon as they met, they shouted loudly and urged.

The young rider looked ahead and roughly understood something.

He frowned and said:

"Captain, this time the quota has been much exceeded..."

"Lord, she will be satisfied."

Unexpectedly, the ghost leader suddenly took out a blue-gray leather whip and whipped it on the young rider:

"Let you take out your things!"

"I'm not here to give you opinions!"

"Don't think that you can talk to me like this just because of the lord's favor!"

"The lord asked you to keep that thing, and I have the right to use it. You'd better figure it out for me!"

The young rider was caught off guard and was whipped three times.

His soul suddenly became extremely weak, and he almost fell off his horse and was swept away by the River Styx!

"hiss……"

Accompanied by the waving of the long blue-gray edges.

Waves of chill rose on the river.

Even the other riders couldn't help but retreat in a large circle.

"Wait, I get it!"

The long whip obviously had a strong suppressive power on the soul, and the young rider immediately begged for mercy while taking something out of his arms.

The ghost leader snorted coldly and took the whip back in his hand:

"Wouldn't it have been like this earlier..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The young rider suddenly rushed forward like crazy, and then squeezed away the underworld soldiers surrounding Matthew and the two. He grabbed the pumpkin lantern with his right hand and threw it to the shore:

"Hurry up and run as soon as you get ashore!"

"Don't come back!"

Matthew and Lulu grabbed the jack-o-lantern and stared blankly at the young riders getting further and further away from them, as well as other underworld soldiers trying to follow.

The young rider has considerable strength.

It was obviously a spirit body, but this time it actually threw the jack-o'-lantern onto the shore!

The soldiers of the underworld seem unable to make it ashore.

They could only vent their anger on the young rider.

Matthew was stunned for a second.

The next moment.

He immediately flew towards the River Styx like lightning!

"Let him go!"

Matthew shouted.

While talking.

He once again threw the sturdy jack-o-lantern onto the river as his foothold.

The ghost leader was overjoyed when he saw Matthew and the two returning. He ordered a few soldiers to catch the young rider, and the rest followed him to meet Matthew.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened.

In the blink of an eye.

A clear light lit up above the Styx.

All the ghosts illuminated by that light felt tingling all over their bodies.

They squinted.

Found out it was a lantern.

"What kind of lantern is this?"

"Why does it look familiar?"

Someone among the soldiers of the underworld whispered.

However, before they could finish speaking, the lantern suddenly began to spin violently.

Immediately afterwards.

Chains shot out from inside and tied up dozens of underworld soldiers, including the ghost leader, in one breath!

"The Lost Lantern: Fan Zijue's Soul Chain"!

"It's something from the Spirit Touch Hall!"

"These two goblins are from the Demon Realm of Crowloft...they are Viscount Fan..."

The horrified sounds in the crowd were not finished yet.

Matthew then snapped his fingers:

"receive!"

Whoosh.

All those dozens of souls were caught in the lantern!

For a while.

Wails and begging for mercy could be heard inside the lantern.

Matthew snapped his fingers again to block it.

At this time, only the young rider who had sacrificed his life to save him was left on the River Styx.

He stared blankly at the two Matthews riding on the jack-o'-lantern.

"So you guys are so powerful..."

"Is this why you go and come back?"

he asked cautiously.

Matthew smiled and said:

"Not really."

"There is another very important reason -"

"We originally planned to go to the other side, but it took us a long time to drift there, but you threw us back to where we came from."

"So, can you send us there quickly?"

The young rider suddenly felt a little shy.

He apologized profusely to Matthew.

Then he rode on Bone Nightmare and carefully escorted Matthew and the two to the other side of the river.

"May I have your name?"

Matthew felt much more comfortable after landing.

There are still many restrictions on the River Styx. Fortunately, there is Viscount Fan's lantern, otherwise this matter would not be so easy to deal with.

"My name is Pierre, Mr. Goblin."

The young rider said respectfully.

Matthew asked directly:

"Tell me about you people, and the souls of these living people."

"Which messenger from the underworld are you loyal to?"

"Where do you plan to send these people?"

Pierre immediately replied:

"We are the soldiers of His Highness Felicity, the "Snake of the Deathstroke". "

"These souls will be sent to Snake Mountain. Well, most of them will be transformed into death war puppets. This is the product of the cooperation between Her Highness Felicity and Stuluk Industries."

"You may not know that the underworld is currently experiencing a life-and-death battle, and the two sides in the decisive battle are the Demonic Domain of Ravenloft and the Snake Mountain Alliance."

"The lantern you have in your hand must be closely related to the Demonic Realm of Ravenloft; as for Snake Mountain, it is a camp jointly established by Her Highness Felicity and Son of God Maibaron, with the intention of competing with Viscount Fan for dominance of the underworld..."

He spoke eloquently about the current situation in the underworld.

After hearing this, Matthew frowned.

He knew that there was a war going on on Fan Zijue's side.

He also knew the name of Felicity, the Deathstroke Snake, who was also a very qualified Death Lord in the underworld.

It is said that she is the offspring of the two world-destroying snakes Bruchy. For some special reasons, she was once adopted by the God of Death, Jaeger, and is the adopted daughter of the God of Death.

Felicity is an ambitious guy.

According to Fan Zijue.

After the death of the God of Death, she stole the ashes of the God of Death, established a huge undead army in the Snake Mountain Demon Realm, and had in-depth cooperation with Stuluk Industries.

At first she was relatively low-key.

He even begged to see Fan Zijue in private, claiming that he had no idea of ​​hegemony and only wanted to develop peacefully with Fan Zijue's Spirit Touch Hall.

Considering that the war between the two sides is bound to cause turmoil in the underworld.

Viscount Fan agreed to the peace agreement.

However, after the big tear.

The Deathstroke Snake immediately changed his attitude.

She unilaterally tore up the peace agreement, took the initiative to send troops to harass the borders of the Demon Realm of Ravenloft, and even began to use any means to intercept the soul of Viscount Hufan.

Fan Zijue is not an easy person either.

The war in the underworld begins immediately.

Now is the period of raging war.

in this case.

Although it is unscrupulous for the people of the Deathstroke Snake to secretly arrest the souls of living people, it is also to be expected.

But why did Maibalon, the second son of the God of Death, appear in the camp of the Deathstroke Snake?

Isn't this guy autistic in the eternal dead realm?

Matthew wondered.

So I asked a few more questions.

A look of struggle flashed across Pierre's face.

He was very embarrassed and said:

"I can't reveal too much about the son of God Macbalon."

"One-third of my brand is still in the hands of Your Highness Felicity. Once I reveal this secret, I will suffer a very miserable punishment. I'm sorry..."

"But I can assure you that God Son Maibalon did quietly join the Snake Mountain Demon Realm."

Matthew was a little surprised:

"After all these things happened, do you still plan to go back?"

Pierre sighed and said:

"My soul is imprinted on her."

"not to mention……"

"She is my mother..."

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