Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion-Chapter 173: So Long, Life’s Work!

"Wah!!!"

Red Spirit carried a rolling sea of fire, looking like some fire demon god, giving everyone below the stink eye.

Golden Sand Society members were scared stiff, many shaking as the rolling heat waves made their sweat evaporate instantly!

Crushing pressure slammed down on their chests.

"Wah!"

Not good!

Red Spirit pointed with its little finger:

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"..."

Dozens of flames came down, melting the scumbags full of bad intentions.

Thud! Thud!

Watching their buddies melt right in front of them, Golden Sand Society members were scared out of their minds.

Those barely standing hit the deck immediately, and those already on their knees buried their heads even lower.

Terrified of ending up like their buddies!

"Wah!"

Red Spirit crossed its bone arms, tilting its little head up, totally pleased with how scared these people were.

Ha! They had the nerve to underestimate me!

...

Outside

Carlos had a clear view of what was going down inside through Purple Vortex’s vision:

"Where the hell is the ringleader Salimo?"

Even now, the guy still hadn’t shown his face.

"Purple Vortex, Red Spirit!

Hunt down that snake Salimo!

We absolutely cannot let him slip away!"

Salimo most likely had all the Golden Sand Society’s good stuff stashed in his storage space.

If he got away, Carlos’s whole trip would be pretty much a bust.

"Wah!"

"Roar!"

Inside the Golden Sand Society base, after getting their orders, Purple Vortex and Red Spirit immediately had the Shield Guards start tearing the place apart...

...

"President, we’re blown... totally blown!!!

The garrison’s here to settle the score!!!"

Several lackeys burst into the president’s hall, freaking out.

"What’s with the panic? So we got exposed."

Salimo calmly groomed the wolf-headed parrot’s scraggly feathers. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The ruckus outside, the garrison’s shouting—he heard every bit of it crystal clear.

"Didn’t think this day would come so fast!"

Salimo got to his feet, his eyes getting that faraway look.

These Golden Sand Society members, seeing how cool and collected the president looked, felt their panicked hearts settle down a bit.

"President, what’s our play?"

They figured the president definitely had an escape plan, looking at the old man with hope in their eyes.

"What’s our play?"

Salimo’s old eyes went narrow:

"Slash!"

Countless ground spikes shot up in the hall.

In the blink of an eye, they skewered all these unsuspecting lackeys.

Hot blood dripped down, forming puddles as that thick, nasty smell filled the air.

These dying subordinates looked like they couldn’t believe it—the president would actually turn on them!

We were your trusted guys!!!

"Pres... President..."

"Why... why?"

One of them with a tougher constitution was still hanging on by a thread.

Blood leaked from his mouth as he let out his soul’s last question!

"Why?"

Salimo smiled like a total creep.

Stepping through the blood pools, he walked over with sticky splashing sounds.

Looking straight into his subordinates’ bitter eyes:

"Because the only way I live is if you die."

The second he finished talking, the sand spikes piercing their bodies exploded.

The spotless hall was instantly painted with chunks of flesh and fresh blood, showing nothing but red.

"Rest in peace. I won’t forget what you guys did for me."

Salimo gave these subordinates a solemn bow, showing what looked like genuine gratitude.

Hearing the noise outside gradually dying down, Salimo knew he was running out of time.

"Time to get the hell out of here."

He slammed his staff hard into the floor, channeling psionic energy.

In a flash, pitch-black patterns showed up on the floor.

The teleport magic circle buried in the floor started firing up.

Flesh chunks and blood got sucked into the magic circle non-stop.

The circle’s black light got thicker and thicker...

Just as the charging was about to finish, it suddenly stopped cold!

"What the hell?"

The psionics’ flesh and blood had been completely eaten up!

"How could it not be enough?"

Salimo’s smile froze solid.

"This doesn’t make sense."

He’d made the sacrifice exactly like the Black Sinners’ ritual called for. The amount should definitely be way more than enough.

What was going on?

"Just a hair short!"

His subordinates’ flesh and blood were totally gone. Except for himself, there was nobody else in the hall.

No... no people, but there was still one wolf-headed parrot!

Salimo’s old eyes went narrow:

"Old buddy, how have I been treating you?"

’Gently’ grooming the wolf-headed parrot’s feathers.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The wolf-headed parrot immediately started sucking up, pretending to close its eyes like it felt great.

Not catching the vicious gleam deep in the old man’s eyes.

"That’s what I like to hear."

"?"

The wolf-headed parrot felt something bad coming.

All of a sudden, Salimo grabbed the wolf-headed parrot by the neck.

Thud! Thud!

The wolf-headed parrot couldn’t breathe, thrashing around desperately, its wolf eyes begging for mercy.

Salimo didn’t budge, saying in a gravelly voice:

"Old buddy, I’ve been taking care of you for so long. Time to pay me back."

His old hand squeezed tight:

"Crack!"

The neck got crushed!

"Everything’s just fate!"

Salimo let go.

The wolf-headed parrot hit the floor, instinctively starting its death throes.

Thud thud, blood kept flowing from the busted neck, feeding the magic ritual until it finally stopped breathing...

Watching the wolf-headed parrot die, Salimo sighed:

"Man, when you get old, you get so damn sentimental."

He fake-wiped his eyes.

The wolf-headed parrot that had been with him for so many years was just gone like that.

Life was so unpredictable!

The wolf-headed parrot’s corpse melted away, giving the magic circle that last bit of juice it needed.

In an instant, the whole magic ritual burst with black waves spreading everywhere...

Salimo straightened his collar, taking one last look around:

"So long, life’s work!"

A few seconds later...

Hmm... nothing happened.

In front of him were still the same old hall, same old magic ritual, same old smell of blood...

Salimo’s face instantly turned ugly as hell:

"Boom!"

Psionic energy poured full blast into the staff again:

"Teleport!"

...

"Teleport!!"

...

"Teleport, damn it!!!"

...

Every time he pumped in psionic energy, the magic ritual’s black light got brighter, but bright as it was, there wasn’t even a hint of teleportation.

"Boom!"

The staff couldn’t take the constant psionic abuse anymore and shattered.

Salimo stared blankly at what was left of the wooden handle, letting out a furious roar:

"Luckybe!

You piece of ***!!!"

His voice came out through clenched teeth!

By now, how could he not get it—the teleportation black circle those Black Sinners gave him was total garbage!

Those damn Black Sinners never meant to play fair!!!

His best escape plan had gone to hell.

Outside, red light filled the sky in dead silence.

Salimo crushed the wooden handle to dust, took a deep breath, and tried to cool his rage.

"Still got a shot, still got a shot!"

He pulled out an alchemical mask and slapped it on his face...