Chapter 1506: Chapter 923: Wheelchair! Tomb King Sword (2)

If it were Maru, she wouldn’t be able to use even her hands, right?

Leon’s eyes as he looked at Tomb King Nite changed again, as if he were looking at a treasure. Tomb King Nite himself is a King’s Treasure!

Meeting him for the first time and receiving such a grand gift like the Tomb King Sword, how generous! What more is there to say? I don’t even want to defeat you.

Wait, to defeat Tomb King Nite!

Leon suddenly jolted, remembering his purpose for coming here. He hadn’t defeated the Tomb King yet, but in the blink of an eye, he had become his subordinate. Is there anything more humorous than this?

"Could it be, here you can..."

If he were to make a move against Tomb King Nite here, would he cause him to get up?

At that moment, he noticed something unusual. In front of Tomb King Nite, a faint barrier was formed by the Death Miasma, refusing any external interference.

It seemed like Tomb King Nite just wanted to have a good sleep.

Without even trying, he knew that his attacks probably couldn’t reach Tomb King Nite’s body, nor could they wake him up here.

"Boss, boss, boss! Say something, boss!"

On the other side, Maru’s anxious voice was persistently coming through the communication tool. Leon picked it up and replied:

"I’m very safe right now, but a lot has happened here. I’ll come up and explain it to you all carefully."

"Great, you can still come up."

He looked around, and in the entire underground space, the only significant presence was Tomb King Nite. There was nothing else to explore.

The moment he touched the altar earlier, he already understood how to progress in his current covenant, which was to offer the "Eyes of the Dead" sacrificial item to increase his covenant level.

As for how to obtain the Eyes of the Dead, the altar didn’t say.

Anyway, all sacrificial items so far could be obtained through invasion, so Leon now had a legitimate reason to invade others, didn’t he?

"Let’s go back first."

He thought about going back to tell his companions about the situation here, reaching out to grab the Tomb King Sword on the ground, both hands touching the hilt.

The pale skeletons making up the blade suddenly opened their mouths wide, emitting a silent shriek.

Leon immediately suffered a mental shock, and a completely different scene abruptly appeared before his eyes.

What he saw was the legendary deeds of Tomb King Nite.

In that chaos where life and death were indistinguishable, everything belonged to the Immortal Ancient Dragon Era. When the Primordial Flame ignited, Nite, by chance, became the first of the dead and obtained the King’s Soul symbolizing death.

He brought life and death to the world for the first time.

Under the light brought by the Primordial Flame, Nite, a being of bones, cradled the once vibrant King’s Soul. The cloak formed by Death Miasma gradually appeared on his massive body.

He traveled across countries, nurtured disciples, built towers and temples, all to spread the concept of death to wider places.

With each step Nite took, the scenery around him kept changing—sometimes grand ancient countries, sometimes gray and white forests, sometimes ancient dragons circling the sky.... And behind him, batch after batch of followers of death prostrated under his footsteps.

He released the miasma symbolizing death, breaking the immortality of all ancient dragons, allowing such beings to meet an end called death under the blows of Gwyn King’s Thunder Spear.

Just as the image proclaimed, Nite spread his arms, and the thick black miasma swept through the ancient dragons charging at the alliance of kings.

Gwyn pierced through the immortal dragon’s scales with the Sunlight Spear, scorching thunderbolts penetrating its body. The ancient dragon wailed as it fell to the ground, and this time these immortal beings never got up again.

Without the concept of death, the whole world would be ruled by creatures like the ancient dragons, and the Age of Fire would never arrive.

By the end of the Ancient Dragon War.

Nite, who existed as death itself, fell into a long slumber, as there were no longer any matters needing his attention in the world.

Giant Tomb remained in everlasting peace.

Until the arrival of heroes seeking the King’s Soul, stirring up both the peace and the dust here.

Before the illusion disappeared from his eyes, Leon saw a familiar figure standing in front of Tomb King Nite.

It was none other than the "Nameless Undead Man" that appeared in just a few images.

A force, as if flicking forefinger against Leon’s forehead, brought him out of the hallucination, causing him to sit on the ground again, getting pinned under the Tomb King Sword in his hands.

This time, he didn’t rush to get up. Instead, his eyes became muddled, and he mumbled Nite’s name incoherently, appearing like a devout follower of the Tomb King.

Curious skeletons circled around him, occasionally poking at this seemingly dazed person.

Until another group of skeletons, forming a human pyramid beside him, collapsed onto him, the sudden external stimulation shocked Leon back to clarity.

"What just happened to me..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He quickly patted his face, not daring to recall the illusion he had just seen.

Not because of fear of Tomb King Nite, but because the visions in that illusion appeared to him with a compelling allure.

Just watching made one involuntarily want to surrender at Tomb King Nite’s feet, becoming his devout worshipper!

Although he questioned whether Nite himself needed servants, his intuition suggested that the local natives in Scameroon, who regularly switched faiths as if changing monthly lenses, might truly regard Tomb King Nite as their faith after seeing this illusion!

The concept of death in a prosperous world is described grandiloquently compared to the current Netherworld’s ruler, Death God Dedede, whom people worship.

If the matter about Tomb King Nite gets out, surely many death-worshipping churches will turn and bow their heads to Nite, worshipping him as the new Death God, just like the situation with the Starfire Church, where the original Fire God is nearly ignored!

Hold on, there really is a Church of Death God in the rebel army, and quite a few in Hepa Town too.

A calm Leon pondered over the Tomb King Sword’s uneven blade, sinking into deep thought.

It seemed like he had found the key to starting a revolution.

Leon didn’t waste any more time, heaving the Tomb King Sword over his shoulder and lying back into the coffin.

The coffin automatically closed under the push of mysterious power, soon drawing him back to the room with three Corpse Warlocks, where a group of companions awaited his return with a multitude of questions.

"Below lies Tomb King Nite, and now I’m a subordinate of the Tomb King."

Leon condensed all the information into this sentence, relaying it to everyone so that they were left stunned for a full minute.

"What did you just say?" Maru and others responded in perfect unison, channeling Kurosaki Ichigo.

What do you mean you can directly reach Tomb King Nite’s place from here, and what do you mean you’ve become his subordinate?

Seeing the bewildered and confused expressions of everyone, Leon couldn’t help but smile, for these were the reactions he wanted to see!

Thus, he carefully recounted what had happened below to everyone, watching as their expressions shifted from confusion to realization, then to impatience.

"The opportunity to snag a Tomb King Sword for free is right in front of us!"

Leon cheerfully watched as everyone eagerly dashed into the coffin to find Nite and get the Tomb King Sword, feeling a surge of pride as the initial discoverer.

Meanwhile, he reflected on how to convey the news about the Tomb King to the outside world, especially whether to tell the Necromancers who worship Death God.

The next day, the news reached the Revive Association.