Edited by Aelryinth
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“Why, why is this happening… impossible, this is impossible, how did it end up like this!?
“What the hell are these things? Assh***, what the hell are they!? Die, die you piece of sh**!
“Useless pricks, trash, Egypt’s kingdom of undead? How could you lose to the undead of such a lowly country? Osiris is nothing but a piece of trash!”
The Cold Prince yelled like a madman from atop the Underworld Monarch Frog.
Perhaps the Red Cardinal was the one who had suffered the greatest blow out of everyone.
He had put in so much effort to acquire the Triangle Dimensional Mirror. He had spent ten years finding a way to communicate with the Underworld. He had finally made the preparations to hold an Apotheosis Ceremony for himself, so he could surpass Salan and become the Red Cardinal with the greatest influence in the world.
He had even sacrificed all his men to achieve his goal, since he believed a lot more people were going to fall to their knees and worship him in no time.
However, the outcome was not what he had expected. The Underworld’s army was driven back to the Squaretrek Plain. The massacre he had planned for the living humans of the cities in the North Valley had turned into a battle between two armies of undead!
What benefit would a battle between two armies of undead bring him?
Idiots, they were all idiots!
No one was bleeding, no foul odor of rotting corpses lingering in the air, no one was worshiping him; he was nothing but a laughing stock!
He had given his everything to plan the conspiracy, including his own beliefs, but he ended up all alone, in such a miserable state!
He hated the sturdy rocks of Northguard Fortress. He hated why those petty humans bothered standing up against the Underworld army, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He hated the ancient Wall that had appeared out of nowhere, delaying the advance of the Underworld army. He hated the young man who was so full of himself. He would have become a god by now if the young man had not interfered with his plan!
“AHHHHH!” the Cold Prince yelled furiously. Blood poured from his wounds as he gathered all his might.
The Cold Prince was beyond frustrated after realizing that his plan had failed. He was starting to feel dizzy. The intelligent Underworld Monarch Frog beneath him was aware that the Cold Prince was being disrespectful to Osiris. It shuddered and shook the Cold Prince off its back.
The Cold Prince was on the verge of losing consciousness. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he slammed heavily to the ground.
He was no different than the remains of the undead scattered around him. He glared at the Underworld Monarch Frog that was fleeing for its life and screamed furiously, “Even you dare to look down on me!?”
The Underworld Monarch Frog simply ignored the Cold Prince. The sea of skeletons was going to devour it if it stayed any longer. The Nether Bone Dragon sweeping across the sky had been watching it for a long time. It might end up being scooped up and torn to pieces in the sky!
“You’re so petty that even the undead are treating you with disdain, and yet you were hoping to be worshiped by the world? What a joke!” A shadow suddenly appeared beside the Cold Prince.
The Cold Prince turned around and saw the man he hated the most!
Mo Fan!
It was all this Mo Fan’s fault! He would have become a god by now if it wasn’t for this Mo Fan. No one could possibly surpass his achievements!
The Cold Prince hated Mo Fan’s guts!
“I’m going to kill you!” the Cold Prince uttered, clenching his teeth like a vicious monster.
Mo Fan was covered in wounds and bruises, too, and soaked in blood. It seemed like he was too weak to even stand up to the wind, yet his eyes were glittering with excitement!
The Cold Prince was a Mage, too. He was casting Curse Magic. The more he lost control of himself, the greater the power of the Curse Element!
“Demon Torture!”
The Cold Prince cast the spell at an insane speed. He swiftly set up the spiritual torture rack and Summoned a devil with horns to devour Mo Fan’s soul.
Mo Fan remained still. He did not show any intention of dodging the attack.
His eyes turned pitch-black. Meanwhile, a ghastly shadow manipulated by the Fiendish Night appeared behind the Cold Prince.
The Cold Prince was completely unaware that his own shadow had betrayed him while he was busy casting Demon Torture. The shadow was holding a strange dagger, and stabbed it into Cold Prince’s leg with great strength!
“AHHHH!” The Cold Prince was taken by surprise. The blow had landed on his knee, but it also inflicted an overwhelming pain on his heart. The Demon Torture that he had to fully focus to maintain dissipated like scattering ashes!
“Break Limb!” Mo Fan took a step forward while controlling the Cold Prince’s shadow.
The shadow moved to the other leg and stabbed its dagger in.
The wilting power spread rapidly. The Cold Prince quickly lost control of his legs, which turned as stiff as a zombie’s.
The Cold Prince cried out in agony, but Mo Fan remained as cold as an executioner. It would be a crime to be merciful to a man like the Cold Prince!
The Cold Prince’s shadow started moving again, stabbing at the Cold Prince’s arms this time.
He rapidly lost control of his arms. They simply dangled beside him. The Cold Prince’s eyes were filled with pain and discontent. His mouth was filled with his own blood…
Wasn’t this ability to manipulate shadow the same as Bei Jiang’s? Even he was intimidated by Bei Jiang’s power when he hired the man to assassinate Leng Qing!
The Cold Prince had not expected Mo Fan to obtain Bei Jiang’s eerily powerful ability!
The Cold Prince was already at his limit. Mo Fan did not persist in killing the Cold Prince when he was in demon form, but that did not necessarily mean he had spared the Cold Prince’s life. He had long ago injected the Dark Material into the Cold Prince to keep an eye on his condition and location!
The Cold Prince realized there was no chance he could run away. He was not willing to be humiliated any further. He immediately bit his tongue, trying to end his life.
Since he was a Red Cardinal, he was not carrying a deadly poison with him at all times, like the other members of the Black Vatican. Such a method was not meant for the leaders of the Black Vatican, so he could only end his life using the very old method…
Unfortunately, it was not Mo Fan’s first time dealing with the Black Vatican. He had already gotten used to the members of the Black Vatican ending their lives when they were left with no choice. Mo Fan tossed a Giant Shadow Spike at the Cold Prince before he opened his mouth. It paralyzed the Cold Prince’s throat, preventing him from killing himself!
Death was clearly not the end for the Cold Prince. He believed he would turn into a vengeful spirit, and he could easily rise again and even challenge Osiris to replace him. However, Mo Fan did not even give him the chance to kill himself. The Cold Prince eventually fainted from overwhelming anger!
“Humph, scum!” Mo Fan gave the Cold Prince a great slap to the face and spat on the unconscious man!
A Red Cardinal, captured alive?
He bet the Cold Prince was the first Red Cardinal to be captured alive!
It also meant that Mo Fan was the only Mage that had managed to capture a Red Cardinal alive!
