Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 737 - 457 Purchase Intelligence_2

And the few sentinels in the Ziyun Pavilion knew the officials of Tianxiang City all too well.

Despite the visitors having the strength of fifth-tier epic power, each of them was a coward, fearing death immensely.

Now, they pressed forward with numbers on their side, but when truly confronted, they would cower without fail. Not one would be willing to stand out and be an example.

"The third-class border patrol officer, wasn’t he sent to the Land of the Dead by your Tianxiang City?"

With a light wave of the hand, a wave of death’s aura poured forth, directly lifting the roof off Ziyun Pavilion.

Everything inside Room Three was immediately displayed before the eyes of these fifth-tier epic warriors.

An icy voice emanated from one of the two seated men, laced with an intense, murderous coldness.

The fifth-tier epics hovering a hundred meters away broke into cold sweats as they fixed their eyes on Zi Liyuan.

In their gaze, they seemed to see billions of angry Nether spirits, countless undead wailing and howling, appearing as though they could engulf the world.

Before Zi Liyuan even finished speaking, hundreds of fifth-tier epics turned their heads in unison to look at the crowd flying out from the City Lord’s Mansion.

Leading the group was a person dressed in first-class official regalia, sporting a rat tail hairstyle and wearing an official hat, none other than the City Lord of Tianxiang City.

Cold sweat drenched his back almost instantly, and at that moment the Tianxiang City Lord felt like cursing.

Damn it! Even though everyone is a fifth-tier epic, joining forces might just be enough to topple a sixth-tier Legendary Lord.

But instead, they became useless cowards, selling him out harmoniously. A bunch of bastards!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he bowed slightly to Zi Liyuan from afar in the air.

"Venerable One, there has been a misunderstanding. The third-class border patrol is not from Tianxiang City; it is assigned by the emperor’s personal army to patrol the four corners..."

"What a claim, patrolling the four corners, keeping it all so clean, you think I wouldn’t dare kill you?"

Raging death’s aura condensed into a gateway structure in the sky, the plaque inscribed with the words "Ghost Gate Pass."

Endless ghostly qi poured out from the gatehouse, forming a nearby pitch-black cloud, with countless evil ghost cries and screams echoing from within the cloud.

Instantly, the complexions of the hundreds of fifth-tier epics in the sky drastically changed, each taking out their trump cards for protection.

Death Lord!

A Death Lord who had comprehended part of the Rules of Death was an existence far more terrifying than a typical sixth-tier Legendary Lord!

Other sixth-tier Legendary Lords might kill you and scatter your Spirit, causing you to vanish without a trace.

But a Death Lord could not only kill you but also extract your Spirit, torturing and tormenting it endlessly, subjecting it to countless eons of suffering without release!

Truly impossible to seek life or death!

The five sentinels from Ziyun Pavilion closest to Zi Liyuan were almost terrified out of their wits at that moment.

They held some respect for a sixth-tier Legendary Lord but weren’t truly afraid.

After all, which large faction across the wild boar skin dynasty didn’t have several sixth-tier Legendary Lords?

But a Death Lord was different!

This was a pervert specializing in tormenting Spirits.

In the Sea of Realms, there weren’t many Death Lords who weren’t killing maniacs.

The five sentinels of Ziyun Pavilion, whose spines had been somewhat straight before, unknowingly hunched over, their faces showing even more sincere ingratiation, simply eager to appear obedient and compliant.

They hoped this Death Lord would just consider them nothing and let them go.

"Venerable One, I wouldn’t dare deceive you; those patrol officers were audacious enough to offend your majesty. I will immediately gather my subordinates and arrest them, skin them alive before your eyes!"

Facing the threat of death, especially when their very essence was locked on by the "Ghost Gate Pass" in the sky, the Tianxiang City Lord was drenched with sweat, his Spirit sounding alarms frantically.

"What an arrest, what a live skinning, your bravery surpasses that of a dragon’s."

Before Zi Liyuan spoke, the other party understood that the person had already been killed by him. Saying this now was just to gain a bit of favor while making an escape.

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With no chance of winning and sold out by the companions, leading to being an example, staying here greatly increased the chances of being killed as a warning to others.

Naturally, he wanted to flee as far as possible, leaving the Death Lord behind!

Unfortunately, given Zi Liyuan dared to strike at this moment, avoidance was not an option he would allow.

From the sky, the "Ghost Gate Pass" sent out eight chains of ghost qi, curling towards him directly.

"Mercy, Venerable One!"

The Tianxiang City Lord shouted for mercy while rapidly retreating, escaping in a streak of light.

Those fifth-tier epics following the City Lord out of the City Lord’s Mansion reacted quickly, scattering in all directions.

Since their leader fled, staying put would only invite unearned wrath, resulting in their demise here.

Flee!

Flee as far as they could, until the Death Lord left; they wouldn’t return to Tianxiang City no matter what!

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Only, though the City Lord was fast, the chains from the "Ghost Gate Pass" were even faster!

The eight chains pierced through the void, breaking the spatial restraints, and appeared around the City Lord from all directions.

The chains, like serpents, instantly locked his limbs, while the other four chains pierced his flesh, directly tearing out his Spirit from within!

Four chains bound the flesh, and four chains bound the Spirit, dragging them forth to the "Ghost Gate Pass" in an instant.

Such a horrifying scene left the surrounding fifth-tier epics pale, trembling uncontrollably in fear.

Brutal, excessively brutal!

This "Ghost Gate Pass" could even penetrate space; who would dare try to escape?

"Mercy, Venerable One! I am a high-ranking official of the Great Qing dynasty; if something happens, it could lead to significant misunderstandings... ah..."

The chains extending from the "Ghost Gate Pass" began gradually absorbing and devouring the City Lord’s blood and life force.

His body began to shrink and wither, while his Spirit was hung beneath the "Ghost Gate Pass" signboard, with a ghostly Nether fire rising from the four chains, scorching the Spirit.

The fifth-tier powerhouses from the military camp immediately closed ranks, forming a military formation, condensing a blood fiend aura.

The turbulent blood fiend aura dispersed the spreading ghost qi, even exuding a faint suppressive effect.

However, these military powerhouses didn’t act rashly, only forming a military formation for protection.

Watching the City Lord suffer misfortune felt delightful!

In the Great Qing, civil and military officials were similarly at odds, and the Tianxiang City Lord had caused them no small amount of trouble, frequently tripping them up.

Now, being slaughtered like a chicken, they wanted nothing more than to cheer and celebrate with a drink.

As for collective sorrow and interdependency, what did it matter to them?

The court was full of officials; even first-class high officials were numerous. The more who died, the more positions would open up!

Sitting at the table, sipping tea, Zi Liyuan keenly sensed many soldiers in the military ranks displayed expressions of schadenfreude, just short of pulling out stools and enjoying snacks as spectators.

Zi Liyuan could only remark that the collapse of the wild boar skin kingdom wasn’t without reason.

With such officials, who would dare risk their lives for them?

After absorbing the City Lord of Tianxiang City until only a dried husk remained and dragging his Spirit into the "Ghost Gate Pass," Zi Liyuan waved it away while pulling the corpse close and casually dropping it to the ground.

With eyes full of murderous intent, he glanced at the fifth-tier epics hovering in the air.

"Killing off a corrupt official, you all don’t mind, right? If you have any objections, feel free to voice them."

"Well done, Venerable One, this corrupt official shirked responsibility and tried to provoke conflict between the Great Qing and yourself. He deserved death!"

A military officer dressed in first-class official attire expressed approval from afar.

Though situated in the center of the military formation, he had no intention of stepping out, his fear of death almost written on his face.

"Those patrol officers, they were military officials too, weren’t they? Moreover, they had a corps of three thousand fourth-tier soldiers with them."

With just a simple sentence, the first-class military officer was almost scared out of his wits.