My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 343 - 319: A Large Group of Night Ghosts by the Lakeside (Part 2)_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 319: A Large Group of Night Ghosts by the Lakeside (Part 2)_1

This layer of gloom was only one foot thick, like a quilt, but its range was vast. Suddenly, a ghost soldier stood up from within, followed by another and another... In no time, countless ghost soldiers covered every inch of the space.

Even Cecil Owen felt goosebumps! During the daytime battle, some doubts found their explanation: those demon beings hadn’t put forth their full strength, they were waiting for the night to come.

Suddenly, a large patch of gray mist rose from the lake water, hiding an unknown, powerful ghost spirit beneath it.

Cecil Owen leapt into the air and rushed towards his own treasure ship, shouting, "Hurry up!" The treasure ship released a brilliant light, and all the treasure lamps flew back from the outside, gathering below the treasure ship as support.

But it was too late. Huge, rusty chains drenched in dried blood shot towards them from an unknown source, falling on top of the treasure ship.

A terrible shaking sound came, and a colossal cave-like great ghost emerged from the gray fog domain. Its head was a burning skeletal bull’s skull, but its body was composed purely of gloom.

On its shoulder was a giant guillotine blade, and in its other hand, it dragged a heavy chain lock wrapped in chains. Letting out a colossal roar towards the treasure ship in mid-air, numerous ghost soldiers charged out of the gray fog domain behind it.

The giant ghost slashed towards the treasure ship with its blade!

The people on board the treasure ship were terrified: How could there be such a terrible ghost army?! Leading the charge was a tier-6 ghost general, as powerful as Cecil Owen himself!

Cecil knew that he was definitely not the only one under attack from the ghost army. The other three forces were likely also being attacked by tier-6 great ghosts.

At this moment, he suddenly lost confidence in obtaining the Spiritual Treasure Embryo. With so many demon beings, regardless of day or night, their strength far exceeded the human race cultivators.

As he flew into the air to battle the great ghost, he suddenly thought of a question: Could it be that Rachel’s group had calculated the arrival of the ghost army tonight and had left early?

...

Some "environments" may not pose any problems at first glance, and even high-level cultivators may not suspect anything, but they can’t deceive the eyes of Little Ghost Dave.

Around the Great Lake, after taking just one look with his big sister in the daylight, Little Ghost Dave knew frightening hidden forces were at play.

That’s why Owen Bertram told everyone to stay away and avoid being implicated in any disaster that might strike those on the treasure ship.

The ghost army attacked in the late-night hours. On the Mechanism Beehive Fort, a few people from the Lioyd Sect were keeping watch when they suddenly saw divine lights erupting in the distance, followed by thunderous roars and terrifying growls.

The people of the Lioyd Sect jumped up: "It has started the fight?"

"Have we escaped it?"

One of them chuckled sinisterly: "I understand now, this is what the adults said — if you do too many evil deeds, you’ll be struck down by the divine punishment!"

Unable to keep the spectacle to themselves, they instantly split up to rouse everyone else. They gathered at the city wall and watched the scene with glee.

Rachel and Emma Scott admonished their subordinates: "Stay alert! Look at how lax you’ve become!"

However, after their encounters with the swarming Demon Beings, everyone had gained great confidence in the Poison Shadow Oak and the Mechanism Fort, so it was impossible for them to remain tense...

Owen Bertram was also asked to come out, and without needing their prompting, Little Ghost Gregory Ryan had been watching all of the ghost armies launch their attacks from up close.

Seeing the endless ghost armies, Owen Bertram’s heart filled with envy: If he could bring them all into his Ghost Zone, he wondered how much it would advance his power? Maybe it would even become a genuine Miniature Underworld!

The Four Kings of Souls could perhaps be directly elevated to tier-7, or even tier-8.

Mr. Owen silently drooled with envy as he asked Little Ghost Dave, "How could there be such a large-scale ghost army in this place?"

Dave was not entirely certain, but he speculated: "Master, these are ancient souls that have been dead for many years. Having not received any new souls to replenish their energy in the Extinction Domain over these many years, their strength must have decreased somewhat. It is very likely that the ancient battlefields of the entire Extinction Domain left behind these ghost armies, which eventually gathered here.

The topography here is best suited for nurturing ghost armies, allowing for the maximum reduction of their dissipating forces."

Based on this, Owen could confirm that this so-called Spiritual Treasure Embryo was nothing more than a "trap". How could such a place produce treasures? At most, it might produce a super great ghost.

Still covetous, Owen asked further: "Is there any way to capture this ghost army?"

"Yes!" Little Ghost Dave immediately replied, "As long as there’s a powerful ghost spirit above tier-8 that can subdue the Ghost Kings, it can then take command of this ghost army."

Owen remained silent, pretending he had never asked the question.

Yet, he suddenly had a thought: Could his Commander’s Token achieve that effect?

Ultimately, he dared not try. If he ended up like a dog losing its meat... In the lake waters, there might still be a cunning tier-7 demonic beast lurking!

...

When the overwhelming ghost army set out on their conquest, no one noticed a figure casually traversing the layer of gray fog above. Both large and small ghosts around him ignored his presence, allowing him to easily enter the center of the lake, where he sank into the water.

The water here was extremely deep, and ice-cold. Several powerful demon beings were guarding the place, but when the figure arrived, they just opened their eyes briefly before continuing to slumber.

He sank to the bottom of the lake, where a massive shadow lay, its specific form unclear.

After his arrival, a row of strange eyes lit up within the enormous shadow.

A emanating from the figure’s gleeful laughter, "Are you ready on your end?"

With no direct answer, a portion of the shadow’s colossal body became translucent, revealing a cloud-shaped treasure map below, as if harboring something that gently breathed within.

However, the treasure map was tainted by a few traces of blood, creating an indescribable sense of evil.

The enormous shadow spoke, "It’s your turn."

With a solemn air, the figure spent what felt like the time it took to brew a cup of tea preparing before gently parting his lips and uttering six bizarre and difficult-to-pronounce syllables.

These six syllables seemed solid yet ethereal, floating through the enormous shadow and falling into the cloud-shaped treasure map within.

The treasure merely swayed slightly, its mysterious changes imperceptible to outsiders.

The enormous shadow had been waiting patiently, knowing that this "Curse" was no small matter. It was relieved when the curse was successfully entered, as it signified the plan was more than halfway successful.

Its body recovered, once again hiding the cloud-shaped treasure map under itself: "Everything is ready— don’t mess this up!"

With an air of exhaustion, the figure replied, "Every step from now on is crucial; you must also restrain your subordinates and those strange creatures from any rash actions!"