Chapter 388: Battlefield

"Die!"

In the judgment of the Death Consul, there was a trace of shock and anger that a student had nearly died on his own turf, as well as worry that the Mother Tree of Desire could influence the Underworld.

As an Angel who had lived for thousands of years, how could he not know of these unspeakable existences?

Under the will of the Death Consul, the death aura of the entire Underworld surged abruptly, and the Undead Army buried deep beneath the Underworld ground began to burn with pale flames.

Under the influence of this death aura, those countless blood-colored tentacles were stained with wisps of black, their movements slightly sluggish.

The next instant, Azik arrived at Klein's side and reached out to pull him to his side.

In Klein's perception, it was as if the sky had collapsed.

The space of the entire world was compressed to the extreme, like a mirror pressed to its limit, covered in terrifying cracks, before finally collapsing with a boom into a space storm.

This should have been a signature ability of the Door Pathway, but Azik was also able to use it within the Underworld.

"Ah!" A terrifying shriek pierced through the space storm, leaving both Klein and Azik in a trance.

In his understanding, the only power that could have an effect on this kind of thing was Dream Phosphor.

"Careful!" Azik woke up first, his expression grim, and brought Klein away with a Shanjian to dodge the incoming attack.

However, his plan also had a very significant hidden danger: he himself might suffer from the Corruption brought by that illusory river, which was extremely risky.

"Okay!" Klein looked up at the Dream traces above the Underworld, his mind immersing into that Causality perspective, and grasped the Causality Thread between himself and those Dream traces.

The powers of "Death" and "Eternal Sleep" were also very adept at sealing, not to mention that the establishment of the Underworld involved the Authority of the Door Pathway.

"Okay!" Azik stirred the death aura of the Underworld, laying circle after circle of confinement around the blood tree.

"We can borrow the power of Dream!" Klein poked his head out from behind Azik, looking at the blood tree entangled with the death aura in the void.

The space storm that seemed to collapse the entire Underworld only destroyed the exterior of the mutated Undead Army, unable to do anything to its essence.

Azik stopped the hand he had just extended; he glanced at Klein, preparing to delay his idea—releasing the illusory river hidden deep in the Underworld to let the two sides fight and mutually annihilate each other.

The level of this power was too high; it could not be completely worn away by the Underworld's death aura and spatial collapse.

"Buy me some time first, one minute!" Klein said firmly.

And just as they stood there, the phantom of a blood tree slowly emerged.

"This thing is very troublesome..." Azik looked at the blood tree growing in the void; this thing would corrupt anyone who wasn't careful.

There were countless blood-colored tentacles dancing on the blood tree, corrupting and transforming the strands of death aura for its own use, but the death aura of the entire Underworld was simply too vast, as it was, after all, the base of two successive Death gods.

He also knew that a great weapon was hidden in the deepest part of the Underworld.

One of the special skills of a Causality Attendant: forcibly establishing causality with unfamiliar things.

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Azik asked.

Besides, these Dream traces and the Dream Phosphor within Klein's body shared the same source, so they weren't exactly unfamiliar.

Klein's consciousness arrived within those Dream traces and captured a familiar aura.

That aura had just passed through Klein's body, helping him purge the Corruption from the Mother Tree of Desire.

And now, Klein once again invoked the lingering aura of the Spear of Destiny.

"O supreme Dream..."

Klein seized the time to pray; this time he used the prayer wording of a Gift ritual, though he made a modification to the final sentence.

"... I pray for you to descend the power of the 'Spear of Destiny' to erase all evil in the world!"

Hum!

The brilliant Dream traces flickered, and a light, far more powerful than what Klein had just encountered, splashed out from the Dream traces.

Sss... Klein only saw a hazy trajectory rise from the void, streak across space, break through all obstacles, and nail itself onto the trunk of the blood tree.

This process was too fast; even Azik could hardly see it clearly, only feeling that all the Seals he had set around the blood tree had been pierced through.

The two looked at the blood-colored tentacles that were still dancing wildly; a line of brilliant Dream Phosphor patterns covered the blood color, and they gradually withered and dissipated.

The Dream Phosphor shaped like the "Spear of Destiny" nailed deeply into the trunk, and the Dream patterns spread continuously from it to all parts of the blood tree; in just a few breaths, the blood tree was covered by the Dream Phosphor.

Crack, crack!

The blood tree emitted a sound of being unable to bear the burden, its foundation of existence destroyed by the Dream Phosphor.

"The 'Spear of Destiny', truly powerful." Mr. Azik looked at the collapsing blood tree and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It is indeed very powerful..." Klein's eyes were dazed.

"What's wrong?" Azik sensed something was amiss and reached out to place a hand on Klein's shoulder.

Boom... At the same time, Azik's eyes also became dazed; the spirits of the two seemed to be pulled into an illusory world, seeing that heaven-shaking light from over a thousand years ago that tore through the Underworld and the Spirit World.

"Who is that?" Klein looked toward the destination of the "Spear of Destiny".

"The 'Night Emperor' Trensost," Mr. Azik said with a complex expression; this was an Angel even older than him, who ascended to the divine throne in the Fourth Epoch.

"The final target of the Spear of Destiny that pierced the Underworld was that 'Night Emperor'?" Klein widened his eyes, wanting to see more clearly.

And then he saw... knowledge.

"Urgh!" Klein let out a cry of pain, but at least he didn't faint like before.

Why does this scene give me a feeling of the "Hidden Emperor"... Klein's Spirituality intuition was already ridiculously strong; this feeling of knowledge entering his brain immediately reminded him of that "Hidden Emperor" he had seen in the information projection.

"Don't look around." Azik stepped forward somewhat helplessly to block Klein's line of sight, chiding, "How did you develop such a bad habit?"

"Sorry..." Klein didn't have time to organize the information he had obtained; he shifted his gaze, turned around, and looked toward the origin of the "Spear of Destiny".

"That is?" Klein's Spirituality jumped, and he abruptly lowered his head.

"It is my father..." Mr. Azik's words carried an emotion Klein could not understand.

"The 'Underworld Emperor'? Then this place is?" Klein stiffly changed the subject.

"This is the battlefield that ended the Fourth Epoch," Azik confirmed Klein's thought.