Chapter 823: Chapter 47: The Ghost Gate Opens

"Evil Ghost Bodhisattva."

Prajna called out the name calmly.

She also possessed the Anomalous Form of the Evil Ghost Bodhisattva, a transformation originating from the Ghost Face Shield in her hand, which had once been a monarch roaring in Hell, capable of devouring an entire squad of the Palace of Darkness Ghost Army.

Later, it was slain by the Commander-in-Chief Prajna’s forces and absorbed into the Hell Gate fragments, becoming one of the Artifact Spirits within.

The Evil Ghost Bodhisattva before them was insignificant compared to the Ghost Face Relief, yet it was far from a minor figure; many Soul Hookers from Hell were not its match.

"This aura, could it be that the Ghost Army from Hell has come?"

The Caster from the Necromancy Sect had a grim expression. His mentor had once assisted the Ghost Race General from Hell in capturing wandering Evil Spirits in the human world, thus making him more familiar with Hell than others, and more aware of its horrors.

"Kill her, kill her immediately; if we delay any longer until the Hell Army arrives, you and I will both be dragged down for punishment!"

Guderian loudly scolded the hesitant Evil Ghost. It understood the Necromancer’s words but knew even better what kind of existence its opponent was—a twisted expression adorned its face.

Cackle—

On the Ghost Face Shield, the relief swiftly emerged, revealing a greedy smile that seemed familiar, resembling the Evil Ghost that had been devouring spirits—the conservation law stating "the smile never disappears, only transfers."

"Ah-ha, didn’t expect to meet a fellow in the human world, such a long-lost familiarity!"

A scarlet tongue extended from the Ghost Face Relief: "Boss, it seems your fellow idlers haven’t done much since you left—evil spirits like this can even escape Hell."

"Shut up."

Prajna coldly rebuked. Her colleagues were not idle freeloaders, but Hell was vast with countless Evil Spirits, humans were Necromancers digging everywhere, and no matter how numerous the Ghost Army in the Palace of Darkness, it was impossible to cover everything.

"Okay, okay, I’ll shut up."

The ghost face said with its mouth full of excitement. Compared to ordinary human souls, the taste of fellow spirits was the best, and the most nourishing.

As the Ghost Face Shield was slammed onto the ground, its shape instantly expanded to several dozen meters high, like a mountain or abyss, standing tall on the earth—faces of pain emerged upon it, all had been once bound within as Evil Spirits.

Invisible shockwaves spread out, and those souls taken by the Evil Ghost almost immediately shifted direction, pouring into the Ghost Face Shield like rivers returning to the sea.

The Ghost Face Relief greedily chewed, expression ravenous, but with only a sculpted head left, lacking a body, it could never fill its stomach.

The Ghost Face Shield was a fragment of the Hell Gate, able to connect to Hell itself. It appeared to chew merrily, but everything was actually sent to Hell, only extracting the resentment from these Spirit Bodies to serve as fuel enhancing Prajna’s power.

Yet these ordinary souls, not even considered Evil Spirits, offered very limited effects.

"What are you waiting for, hurry and kill that woman; her Death Holy Artifact is yours; you just need to help me eliminate that little dragon in the sky!"

With the Necromancer’s relentless urging, a trace of greed rose in the Evil Ghost’s eyes as well. The summoning Necromancer was a clueless fool—the so-called Death Holy Artifact was, in fact, a true Divine Artifact, possibly holding the power of the legendary Evil Ghost royal line and inherently kin to itself.

With this thought, its fear began to quickly dissipate.

As an Evil Ghost, its flaws were magnified countless times; the Ghost Face Relief wished to devour this kin, and the kin equally desired to devour the relief with royal blood, along with the Hell Gate fragment, a Divine Artifact for any undead.

Roar!

Greed ultimately overcame fear.

Standing over fifty meters high, several times larger than the current Three-headed Demon Dragon Ladon, the monster first let out an angry roar to bolster itself, then charged furiously with heavy footsteps.

Along the way, everything blocking the path, be it soldiers or supply vehicles, was crushed underfoot. With a single swing of its arm, an ancient steel fork, soaked for years in the Sea of Blood, appeared and was hurled toward Prajna.

Behind it, chilling Black Robe Mage lifted the Spine Staff, white as jade, unleashing black light that shot into the Evil Ghost, instantly enveloping its crimson skin with chilling ghost flames.

As the blood-soaked steel fork approached the "Ghost Gate," it swiftly diverged, aiming straight for Prajna, but only a metallic clang resounded as the Ghost Face Relief detached from the Ghost Gate to bite the fork.

With a mocking smile, it crunched the blood-drenched steel fork, swallowing it.

The Evil Ghost seemed to have anticipated that Prajna wasn’t easily dealt with; as the relief parted from the Ghost Gate, it opened a massive maw to spray cold ghost flames, targeting not Prajna behind the shield but the relief that disengaged from the gate.

Boom—

Ghost flames sprayed the relief precisely.

Joy appeared rapidly on the Evil Ghost’s face, its charge growing stronger; as it neared the relief, it cautiously split its chest apart, revealing ribs resembling sharp tusks.

Swoosh—

Several ribs shot into the ghost flames, others towards Prajna, waiting behind the shield without action.

All seemed normal!

The Evil Ghost’s smile was nearly overflowing; reaching out to grab the relief within the flames, it heard a leisurely sigh: "Ah, refreshing! Haven’t tasted such authentic ghost flames in a long time."

What met its gaze was the infamous ghost flames known for burning souls, shrinking and revealing the Ghost Face Relief—it pouted, like inhaling smoke.

Shrinking further, the ghost flames vanished in the blink of an eye, completely absorbed by the relief.

As the Evil Ghost’s facial expression froze, the Ghost Face Relief laughed aloud: "A dutiful child, knowing the ancestor is hungry, comes to offer its body—that, I won’t refuse!"

Speaking, the relief vanished into thin air.

Just as the Evil Ghost exhaled in relief, it realized the scenery had completely changed; the barren landscape, once sprinkled with greenery, had turned to desolate hues, like countless bones ground to dust and piled high.

The scorching sun overhead had been supplanted by a red moon.

Cold wind blew, chilling even its bones.