Chapter 279: The Lost War

The Copper Whistle was silent, yet Spirituality was surging within it; in the Spirit World, this feeling was especially pronounced.

And after the Copper Whistle was blown, it relied on a certain aura of extremely high status to slowly spread through the Spirit World, connecting to the original owner of the Copper Whistle.

However, what Klein had not expected was that after he injected his Spirituality into the Copper Whistle, the entire desert fell into a certain state of turmoil.

It seemed that some kind of power had been attracted and was currently awakening...

At the same moment, Klein's spiritual intuition pulsed frantically; the entire desert seemed to have become his enemy, radiating intense malice toward him!

"This is?" Klein's Adam's apple bobbed twice as he looked at the Copper Whistle, seemingly having thought of something.

"The Copper Whistle has an unusual attraction to the 'Corpse Collector' Pathway, and that skeleton from just now seems to have..."

Klein thought of something, and his expression turned ugly.

Those skeletons possessed no Beyonder Characteristic; they seemed to have been influenced by some kind of aura and then, after years of evolution, reached that state.

Now, combined with the reaction from blowing the Copper Whistle, it could be inferred that this was related to a high Sequence of the 'Corpse Collector' Pathway.

"Master! Master!" An image of a vast desert appeared on the Arrodes Mirror, and in the desert, all the yellow sand was flowing, with countless skeletons crawling up from within that yellow sand!

Damn...

Klein only felt his scalp tingle; who knew how many people had died in that war? If even one percent of the skeletons were reanimated, that would be a terrifying number!

This was absolutely not something he could resist.

"Which direction should I head in?" Klein forced himself to calm down and asked Arrodes.

"To the right!" Arrodes gave the answer instantly.

Klein did not delay; a gold coin appeared in his hand, and he performed a simple divination to confirm the correctness of the direction.

And by this time, Klein could already feel the tremors of the entire desert; the skeleton army was likely not far off.

A pitch-black "tide" surged over, and Klein had already seen the terrifying scene in his peripheral vision.

"Run!" Klein tensed his mind and kept accelerating; fortunately, the 'Mirror Knight' had granted him the physique of a knight, otherwise, relying solely on the 'Magician' would truly not have been enough to hold out.

"Kill!" There were also over a dozen skeletons in front of Klein charging toward him; the evil spirits within these skeletons had been engaged in a war during their lifetimes, and naturally, they would not let a living person go now.

These skeletons were even targeting the Copper Whistle on Klein's person... or rather, targeting the owner of the Copper Whistle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Klein continuously used Air Bullet to knock down several skeletons, but the number of these skeletons was simply too great!

"Master, am I your most humble servant?" Arrodes asked.

Klein did not answer, nor did he need to.

Ssh!

A blazing bolt of lightning flashed, sweeping away all the surrounding skeleton soldiers.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace.

But the number of skeleton soldiers surrounding him was increasing!

It gradually reached a point where even Arrodes could not clear them all away!

Looking at the skeleton army surging over like a tide, Klein even felt a sense of Despair and impending death.

But Klein did not give up; instead, he was exceptionally calm in the face of life and death, preparing to face the infinite tide together with the mirror in his hand.

Yet, before he was submerged by the black tide, a different change suddenly occurred before his eyes.

The tide turned into oil ink, the yellow sand turned into yellow spots, and the world itself changed, becoming a strange oil painting.

This was the scene during Teleportation in the Spirit World.

And before Klein had even had time to react, a figure appeared beside him.

That figure was of medium build, with bronze-colored skin, wearing a black formal suit and a half-top silk hat.

"Mr. Azik!" Klein exclaimed with joy.

"Sorry, this might be my problem." Azik looked at the skeletons before him, his expression gradually turning solemn.

"What?" Klein did not react for a moment.

Roar!

The next instant, the terrifying skeleton army erupted with an even more ferocious aura; upon seeing this Death Consul, these undead actually charged up even more fearlessly!

This was clearly abnormal; even Klein knew that the 'Corpse Collector' Pathway had an extremely strong suppressive effect on things like evil spirits and corpses.

Watching the tide-like skeleton army rush over, a trace of sorrow that Klein could not understand appeared in Azik's eyes.

He slowly reached out and pressed his hand against the void, and all the skeletons stopped at the same moment.

He was a 'Death Consul' and possessed an extremely strong status suppression over this type of undead creature.

And at this moment, Klein also understood why Mr. Azik had said this was his problem.

This skeleton army seemed to harbor a kind of hatred toward him.

This was also the reason why Klein blowing the Copper Whistle had caused these skeletons to awaken collectively.

Only then did Klein have time to examine these skeleton soldiers; from those extremely dilapidated traces, Klein could roughly judge that soldiers from two empires were all here.

Then why would the skeleton soldiers of both empires be so hateful toward one person?!

Klein could not understand it either.

"Rest in peace." Mr. Azik reached out and outlined an Underworld Gate.

This was a bronze-colored portal, its surface carved with countless eerie runes; a cold aura emanated from it, yet one inexplicably felt a sense of peace.

In just a few moments, a magnificent, indescribable Underworld Gate stood upon this yellow sand, sucking these skeleton soldiers inside.

Klein marveled at such powerful strength, but he did not ask anything.

"Follow me." Only after Mr. Azik had sent all the skeleton soldiers into the Underworld Gate did he lead Klein to walk across this yellow sand.

And the direction Azik led Klein was also the direction Klein had been fleeing in.

"I am a 'Death Consul'; this is Sequence 2 of the 'Death' Pathway," Mr. Azik said suddenly, and Klein maintained a listening state.

Mr. Azik needed a listener now.

Klein's breathing grew slightly heavy; he had anticipated this, but he was still shocked.

However, after being influenced by certain explosive news in the Roselle Diary, he seemed able to accept the existence of Angels; just a few days ago, he had even seen a Sequence 1 "Snake of Mercury."

"At the same time, I am the 'Son of Death,' and I am an Administrator of the Balam Empire."

Klein finally could not help but gasp; was this a bit too exaggerated?!

Although the Balam Empire had already split and was no longer as magnificent as it once was, and it did not have a powerhouse like Roselle descending from the heavens to forcefully reform it, it was still the former master of the Southern Continent!

And the Emperor of the Balam Empire was the "Underworld Emperor," the true "Death"?

Klein thought of many things in an instant, while simultaneously maintaining a high level of focus.

"This war was under my leadership," Mr. Azik said with sadness in his tone, "and it was also the one I lost."