Chapter 1990: 573 Snake of the Death Knell_2

He paused the attack on the Blood-Drinking Mountain Shelter, pondering how to further uncover Matthew and his companion’s true intentions.

However, Matthew had already taken the initiative:

“They are not true souls.”

“What I mean is, the souls on these paper boats, they are not of the dying. They still carry the spirituality of the living. Who are you, daring to smuggle the souls of the living under the guise of Emissaries of the Underworld?”

He pointed to those numb faces on the paper boats behind him, speaking.

With Matthew’s expertise in the domain of necromancy.

He could naturally and easily distinguish between souls formed naturally after death and those forcefully extracted from living bodies.

The former had complete Soul Marks.

While at least half of the marks of the latter remained in half-dead bodies.

This was why they appeared so numb and dazed.

At this moment, Matthew realized.

These Netherworld Soldiers before him were by no means benevolent!

He was eager to learn about their origins.

The Ghost leader was even more surprised.

He stopped speaking and waved his hand, ordering the other ghosts to encircle Matthew and his companion.

He then shouted loudly upstream of the River Styx:

“You little brat!”

“You little brat! Get over here quickly for your father!”

“Bring out what His Lordship rewarded you with!”

After a while.

A young Ghost Rider without a helmet hurriedly waded over.

“Bring out the stuff!”

The Ghost leader apparently did not think much of the young rider.

He urged loudly upon seeing him.

The young rider looked forward, roughly understanding some of the matters.

He frowned and said:

“Captain, this time we have already exceeded our target by a lot…”

“His Lordship will be satisfied.”

Unexpectedly, the Ghost leader suddenly pulled out a blue-grey whip and lashed it onto the young rider:

“I told you to bring out the stuff!”

“Not to offer your opinions!”

“Don’t think just because His Lordship favors you, you can speak to your father this way!”

“That object was given to you by His Lordship to keep, but I have the right to use it. You better get that straight!”

The young rider was caught off guard and received three lashes in succession.

His soul immediately became extremely weak, nearly falling off the horse and being swept away by the River Styx!

“Hiss…”

With the blue-grey long whip flailing.

A cold chill surged across the river’s surface.

Even the other riders withdrew a large circle, reluctantly.

“Wait, I get it!”

The long whip clearly held a strong suppression over souls, and the young rider immediately pleaded while fetching something from his chest.

The Ghost leader snorted coldly, retracting the whip into his hand:

“Why didn’t you do this earlier…”

Before he could finish his sentence.

The young rider suddenly lunged forward madly, squeezing through the Netherworld Soldiers surrounding Matthew and his companion, grabbed the pumpkin lantern with his right hand, and forcefully tossed it to the shore:

“Hold on, run fast after getting ashore!”

“Don’t come back!”

Matthew and Lulu held onto the pumpkin lantern, staring blankly at the young rider getting further away, along with the other Netherworld Soldiers trying to follow.

The young rider was not lacking in strength.

Even as a spirit body, he actually managed to throw the pumpkin lantern onto the shore!

The Netherworld Soldiers seemed unable to go ashore.

They could only vent their fury upon the young rider.

Matthew paused for a second.

The next moment.

He immediately darted over the River Styx like a swift wind!

“Let him go!”

Matthew shouted fiercely.

As he spoke.

He once again threw the sturdy pumpkin lantern onto the river, using it as a stepping stone.

The Ghost leader, seeing Matthew and his companion returning, couldn’t help but be overjoyed, ordering a few soldiers to hold the young rider, while the others followed him to face Matthew.

The distance between both sides rapidly closed.

In a blink.

A clear light illuminated over the River Styx.

That light caused sharp pain to all the ghosts.

They squinted and looked intently.

To find it was a lantern.

“What kind of lantern is this?”

“Why does it look somewhat familiar?”

There was murmuring among the Netherworld Soldiers.

However, before they could finish speaking, the lantern suddenly spun violently.

Immediately afterwards.

Chains shot out from within, binding up dozens of Netherworld Soldiers, including the Ghost leader, in one go!

「Lost Lantern: Viscount Fan’s Soul Chains」!

“It’s something from the Spirit Touch Hall!”

“These two fairies are from the Crow Demonic Domain… it’s Viscount Fan…”

The exclamations of horror from the crowd weren’t finished yet.

Matthew snapped his fingers:

“Collect!”

With a whoosh.

All those dozens of souls were captured into the lantern!

For a moment.

The lantern was filled with cries of anguish and pleas for mercy.

Matthew snapped his fingers again to mute them.

At this moment, only the young rider who had just risked his life to save others remained on the River Styx.

He stared in amazement at Matthew and Lulu riding the pumpkin lantern.

“So, you’re really that powerful…”

“Is that the reason why you returned?”

He asked cautiously.

Matthew smiled and replied:

“Not entirely.”

“There’s another important reason—”

“We initially planned to cross to the other side, spent quite a long time drifting there, but you sent us back to where we started.”

“So, could you take us across quickly?”

The young rider was instantly a bit embarrassed.

He repeatedly apologized to Matthew.

Then he rode the Bone Nightmare, considerately escorting Matthew and Lulu to the other side of the river.

“What’s your name?”

Once ashore, Matthew felt much more comfortable.

There were many restrictions on the River Styx, and fortunately, they had Viscount Fan’s lantern, or dealing with this situation wouldn’t have been so easy.

“My name is Pierre, Mr. Fairy.”

The young rider said respectfully.

Matthew directly asked:

“Tell me about your group, and these living souls.”

“To which emissary of the underworld do you swear allegiance?”

“And where do you plan to take these people?”

Pierre immediately replied:

“We are soldiers of ‘Doomsday Serpent’ Her Highness Felicity.”

“These souls are to be sent to Snake Mountain, uh, most of them will be transformed into death war puppets, a product of Her Highness Felicity’s collaboration with Storluk Industries.”

“You might not know, the Underworld is currently undergoing a critical war, with the decisive battle between the Crow Demonic Domain and the Snake Mountain Alliance.”

“You possessing this lantern suggests a close relationship with the Crow Demonic Domain; as for Snake Mountain, it’s a faction established by Her Highness Felicity and Prince Mabarron, aiming to compete with Viscount Fan for dominance over the Underworld…”

He elaborated on the current situation in the Underworld.

Matthew frowned after listening.

He knew there was a war going on at Viscount Fan’s side.

He also knew the reputation of Doomsday Serpent Felicity, who was a highly respected Death Lord in the Underworld.

Rumors say she is a descendant of the World Ending Twin Snakes, Brook, and due to some special circumstances, she was adopted by Death God Yeager, becoming his foster daughter.

Felicity is an ambitious character.

According to Viscount Fan’s account.

After the partial downfall of Death God, she stole Death God’s Ashes, established a huge Undead Army in the Demonic Domain of Snake Mountain, and engaged in deep cooperation with Storluk Industries.

Initially, she remained relatively low-key.

Even privately sought out Viscount Fan, claiming she had no intention of domination, merely wishing for peaceful co-development with Viscount Fan’s Spirit Touch Hall.

Given that their wars would inevitably provoke turmoil in the Underworld.

Viscount Fan agreed to a peace agreement.

However, after the Great Tearing.

Doomsday Serpent immediately shifted to a different stance.

She unilaterally tore up the peace agreement, and proactively sent troops to harass the borders of the Crow Demonic Domain, even starting to unscrupulously intercept Viscount Fan’s souls.

Viscount Fan was no pushover either.

Underworld war broke out immediately.

Currently, it’s a period of intense fighting.

Under these circumstances.

It was not unexpected for Doomsday Serpent’s people to secretly capture living souls, though it was utterly unconscionable.

But why would the second son of Death, Mabarron, appear in Doomsday Serpent’s faction?

Wasn’t this guy supposed to be in seclusion in the Eternal Dead Area?

Matthew was puzzled.

So he asked a few more questions.

Pierre’s face showed a flash of struggle.

He said with difficulty:

“I can’t reveal too much about Prince Mabarron.”

“I have one-third of my brand still in Her Highness Felicity’s hands, if I disclose these secrets, I’ll face terrible punishment, very sorry…”

“But I can assure you, Prince Mabarron has indeed secretly joined the Demonic Domain of Snake Mountain.”

Matthew was somewhat surprised:

“With all this happening, you still plan to return?”

Pierre sighed and said:

“My Soul Mark is with her.”

“Moreover…”

“She is my mother…”

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