Chapter 267. Entering the Underworld (V)
Khufu was quietly plotting his own conspiracy in a dark corner, his cunning eyes flashing with calculation and greed.

Qin Jun didn't care about Khufu's hiding. Instead, the undead under Qin Jun attacked fiercely like a surging tide, invading the territory of the underworld without any scruples.

The underworld, a special plane connected to the dark plane, has always been regarded as a place of killing. Now it is soaked in blood, and the air is filled with a disgusting bloody smell.

Every inch of land seemed to be groaning in pain, and every shadow hid the threat of death.

But for those undead souls who crave for power, the dead air here is a great nourishment.

With the rich deathly aura here, they can continue to evolve, gradually becoming powerful and ferocious from the walking dead.

On this bloody battlefield, the undead greedily absorb the energy brought by death.

Their bodies became increasingly tough, their bones glowed with strange light, and their empty eye sockets burned with a desire for life.

Qin Jun stood on a high place, watching all this coldly. In his heart there was only the obsession with victory and the desire to control the underworld.

The undead under Khufu in the underworld did not sit idly by and wait for death.

Under Khufu's brainwashing, this group of ferocious undead charged forward madly, one after another.

There was a fanatical flame burning in their eyes, as if they had lost all reason, leaving only the desire to kill and blind obedience to Khufu's orders.

This group of mummies and underworld figures should be the most powerful ones under Khufu.

The mummies' shriveled bodies were tightly wrapped in bandages, but they contained amazing strength, and every attack was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

The Hades torturer is clad in black armor, holding sharp instruments of torture, and exudes a chilling aura.

Their steps were in perfect unison, like a black torrent, leaving no grass behind wherever they went.

Facing the mummies and underworld torturers under Khufu, Qin Jun also withdrew the ordinary undead. The undead and the dead also have levels.

In fact, if Khufu had directly deployed all the Egyptian undead army at the beginning, he could have completely defeated Qin Jun and the ancient capital's undead.

There is no way. Qin Jun cannot use the power of the ancient king all the time.

It’s a pity that Khufu was scared.

At this time, Qin Jun also arranged the corpses wrapped in black armor. They looked like ancient terracotta warriors. They locked their eyes directly on the Egyptian elite undead, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Although the armor on these corpses is rusty, it looks even more eerie and terrifying under the lingering aura of death.

They walked with heavy steps, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.

Khufu, who was in the dark, saw the rotten corpses sent by Qin Jun and his face turned gloomy.

He roared loudly, commanding his undead troops to launch a more violent attack.

On the battlefield, the undead of both sides collided with each other, and for a moment, roars and sounds of breaking were intertwined.

Relying on their tough armor and tenacious fighting spirit, the zombies fought a desperate battle with the elite undead of Egypt.

Every time there was a clash, a dark blood mist splashed up and a foul smell filled the air.

The elite Egyptian undead were agile and fierce in their attacks. Strange runes glowed on their bones, and every strike contained a powerful dark force.

The zombies faced the enemy with a fearless attitude. Even if their limbs were torn apart, they still rushed towards the enemy one after another.

A bloody battle was fiercely staged on this cursed land. The undead did not feel pain, they only knew how to kill, and the endless killing turned the entire battlefield into a purgatory.

Broken bones flew everywhere, and severed limbs piled up like a mountain.

The armor of the corpses gradually broke in the fierce battle, but their eyes remained firm, biting each other tightly. The Egyptian elite undead did not retreat either, they cast all kinds of evil spells, black flames, cursed light, covering the corpses.

The battle became more and more brutal, both sides were caught up in a frenzy of killing, and neither side was willing to give in.

This land was soaked in blood and became an abyss of death...

The underworld itself is extremely gloomy, and a large amount of death breath permeates every inch of space.

Darkness shrouded this mysterious area, and the cold wind was like the wails of resentful ghosts, passing through the rocky valleys and deep caves.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of black mist, as if it was condensed from the sighs of countless dead.

Those twisted trees, with branches like dry arms, stretch out towards the gloomy sky, as if telling the living about the misery and despair of the underworld.

Here, death is the eternal theme and signs of life are almost nowhere to be found.

The river was not flowing with clear water, but thick blood water, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Unknown dangers are hidden in every corner, perhaps a soul-eating monster that suddenly appears, or an evil curse that makes you lose your mind.

From the depths of the underworld, creepy roars could be heard from time to time, as if the imprisoned ancient evil spirits were struggling to break free.
And those mountains of bones bear witness to the loss of countless lives, which is chilling.

Fortunately, Qin Jun is used to seeing life and death, but in recent days, he has really discovered that the so-called cruelty and bloodiness he had seen before are nothing compared to this!

The battle between the undead is also extremely heroic.

The undead armies of both sides collided with each other like a surging tide, and every collision caused an earth-shaking earthquake.

Broken bones flew in the air, accompanied by shrill roars and curses.

Qin Jun stared at the battlefield with a serious expression, his heart tense as the battle became more intense.

It has to be said that the pressure brought by Khufu was still enormous.

The war became more and more brutal, and the undead fell one after another.

Although there are a lot of them, under this continuous killing, there will be constant loss of life.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood, and every inch of land was shrouded in the shadow of death.

On the battlefield, the empty eyes of the undead revealed endless despair and unwillingness.

They were once vibrant lives, but now they have become cold existences in this cruel war.

The shouts and cries that came one after another seemed like the roar from hell, piercing everyone's heart.

The survivors fought on this bloody battlefield, exhausted both physically and mentally, but had to continue wielding their weapons for survival and victory.

Their eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, because they knew that if they retreated, an even more tragic ending would be waiting for them.

And the souls of those deceased dead seemed to be wailing in the wind, accusing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

The undead do not understand life and death, they only know how to fight. They are driven by an invisible force, mechanically repeating the action of attack, like a war machine that never stops.

There is no fear, no retreat, only endless fighting.

They do not know the preciousness of life, nor understand the finality of death, they just blindly follow the orders to fight.

In this chaotic war, the undead became the most miserable beings, being exploited and consumed, but unable to choose their own destiny.

The wheel of war crushes everything mercilessly. No one knows when the killing will end, and no one knows whether the final victory is worth such a painful price.
(End of this chapter)