Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 727 The Land Of The Dead

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?After Lenny had left Luca's territory, the territory teleported like it normally did.

However, this time around, father black controlled the direction at which it was going to appear and it appeared on the other side of the earth. This particular region, was dark. But it was not because it was night time. It was because the clouds had completely covered the sun in this area. this place was extremely cold, and gave one a chilling, errie feeling.

Then again, this was only natural. after all, this half was the side that the undead army had taken over. These half of the earth had become the territory of the undead commander. it had become so strong that its power now, blocked the sun.

Victor nodded at father black, and Father black, back at him. "the undead commander hurt us a lot, remember to pay him back for us!" father Black advised. Victor nodded, "oh don't worry, i am fully aware of that.?i plan to pay him back with interest." Both men gave each other a knowing smile.

Victor turned about and flew into the air, the other fifty werewolves that had stayed with him also jumped into the air, flying behind him. The moment they left the territory, it disappeared again.

As Victor soared through the air, followed closely by the fifty werewolves, the foreboding darkness of the land below them stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky was blanketed with thick, ominous clouds that blocked out the sun, casting an eternal shadow over the half of the Earth now under the undead commander's control.

The air was bitingly cold, carrying with it a sense of despair and decay. This was a world transformed by the undead commander's malevolent power, a stark contrast to the world Victor had known.

Victor's gaze was steely and determined. The losses and suffering inflicted by the undead commander weighed heavily on him. He remembered the faces of those who had fallen, the pain of the survivors, and the heavy burden of vengeance that now rested on his shoulders. "This ends now," he muttered to himself, feeling the surge of power within him, fueled by the resolve to make the undead commander pay dearly.

The werewolves flying with him were equally resolute. Each of them had ancestors that been touched by the horrors of the undead army, either directly or through the loss of loved ones. Their howls filled the air, a chorus of anger and determination echoing across the desolate landscape.

As they flew, Victor's senses were heightened, attuned to the unnatural stillness of the land below. The usual sounds of wildlife were absent, replaced by an eerie silence that spoke of the undead commander's complete dominion. free(w)ebnov(e)l

Suddenly, Victor's sharp eyes caught movement on the ground – a patrol of undead soldiers. Signaling his pack, they descended swiftly, landing with a thunderous impact that sent shockwaves through the immediate area. The undead, sensing the presence of a powerful adversary, turned towards Victor and his pack, their lifeless eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

Without hesitation, Victor and his pack launched into battle. Claws and teeth met rotting flesh and bone in a brutal clash. the Werewolves moved like a whirlwind of destruction, their every strike precise and deadly.

The werewolves fought with ferocious intensity, tearing through the undead with a savagery born of vengeance.

The battle was over quickly, the undead soldiers no match for the combined might of Victor and his pack. Standing amidst the carnage, Victor looked up at the darkened sky, his resolve hardening. "This is just the beginning," he declared, his voice carrying a promise of retribution. "We will reclaim this land from your grasp, undead commander. This I swear."

With renewed purpose, Victor and his pack took to the skies once more, heading deeper into the heart of darkness, ready to confront whatever horrors awaited them in their quest to end the undead commander's reign of terror.

Victor was a Great demon existence, and his werewolves were all at the Deep demon stage. This was a force that could level a city in one breath. After all, they all had connection to cosmic energy.

It was not possible that such a powerful force would enter into this land of the undead and the undead commander would not realize this.

This was its territory.

The power of a Great demon existence was incredible, changing the skies at will and imposing ones desire even on the landscape. The same powers that the primordial beasts once had on the land.

The undead army were made of dead creatures. If left at the mercy of the sun, they would rot and become useless.

It was for this reason that the undead commander's territory fell below zero.

that way, the flesh of its underlings would be preserved by the extreme cold.

Even Victor thought this to be a very good move.

Aside from the first time that they had attacked the undead, victor did not go down again. He could see that the horde was much. Of course, it would not be a problem for him and his children. But from experience, Victor knew that all these were small fry.

He had only wanted the undead commander to know that he was coming.

As they flew over the undead, it was obvious from their slow movement that they had been frozen for far too long.

Then again, this was not his target. His target was the undead commander.

The stench in the air was repulsive, even the cold could not hide it. These were werewolves. They had very sensitive nose. It was only natural that the stench annoyed them a lot.

However, no one attacked.

None of them would go against Victor's other.

Luca, also with them advanced with a frown on his face.

However, Victor suddenly waved his hand for them to pause.

they all obeyed.

"What is it?" luca asked.

"Something strong is coming!" victor answered.

Luca frowned. Victor was Great demon existence. If he was saying that something strong was coming, then this was going to be a problematic battle.