The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 758 - 401: The Origin of the Soul of Darkness_1

Chapter 758: Chapter 401: The Origin of the Soul of Darkness_1

Among the Iron Crown Mountains, thousands of zombies kneeled on the ground, welcoming the King of the Ancient Tomb who wore a rusty iron crown atop his head.

The King of the Ancient Tomb slowly ascended the mountain path.

From his eyes emanated a green flame of the ancient tomb. The twin green flames undulated in mid-air, like a splendid aurora.

Wherever the King of the Ancient Tomb walked, the rocks there would disintegrate into sand, and even the plants would wilt and die at an alarming speed.

"What was once lost will surely return."

"What was never obtained will eventually return to my hands."

The feet of the King of the Ancient Tomb touched the ground, he no longer hovered his way forward but walked firmly on the mountain trail, stepping on each stairway.

At the same time, the corpses he passed by burst into green flames. These green flames burned the clothes off the corpses, slithering into every corpse’s mouth, nose, and eyes like small snakes.

The corpses, which were initially lying on the ground, suddenly began to move, forcing themselves to breathe, looking at their hands in disbelief - they were alive once again.

"Wasn’t I just killed by a monster? How am I still alive now? Where is this place?"

"I want to go home, I can’t stand this place. Why does inheriting a territory come with so many dangers! This is not what I imagined."

"Wait a minute, we seem to have died..."

Commoners, who have long become zombies, watched in amusement at the panic among the nobility.

A zombie wearing an old straw hat explained their current situation.

"You don’t need to worry, we are not enemies anymore. After all, you have become the same as us. We are a group of people who escaped from the cycle of life and death to avoid the Iron Crown. In short, we’re zombies."

"Incredibly powerful, unconstrained, and extremely hard to kill, even vampires are nothing in comparison."

"Now you have been transformed by the King of the Ancient Tomb into the same kind of zombies, you must forget your past identities, because that life no longer concerns you. You are no longer candidates to inherit the Iron Crown, but zombies representing freedom."

The straw-hat zombie explained: "Having parents, children, and friends implies being held hostage by others, and no longer being free. Therefore, we no longer have children, we lose the ability to reproduce, and we no longer have relatives or friends. We don’t have any other groups, families, or social intercourses other than following the King of the Ancient Tomb."

"We only have ourselves and the King of the Ancient Tomb."

Many newly born zombies could not accept this fact, they whispered to each other, and even made some extreme moves.

But the King of the Ancient Tomb ignored them.

Because the spell used to revive them and turn these people into zombies, the Zombie Eternal Curse, contained a part that enhanced the control over these zombies, resulting in all zombies naturally heeding the King of the Ancient Tomb’s words from their heart.

What is ingenious is that this control doesn’t seem forced but appears as a person’s own will.

There’s also another part of the spell that prevents lower level zombies from harming higher-level zombies.

Thus, the King of the Ancient Tomb, standing at the pinnacle of all zombies, doesn’t need to worry about whether the lower level zombies would revolt against him.

When the King of the Ancient Tomb saw a dozen newly-born zombies running toward the desert, he sneered a few times, not caring.

The prodigal son will eventually return.

All zombies only have one path. That is the fate shared by all zombies, their ancestor gave them this fate - to rebel against the Iron Crown.

The King of the Ancient Tomb continued to ascend the mountain, but he was stopped by an invisible barrier.

The King of the Ancient Tomb immediately lifted his head in anger. "The Iron Crown is denying me access to the mountaintop, do I not even have the right to go back to my own home?"

"Damn it."

"But it doesn’t matter."

"By marqueing here, I can strengthen my zombie race by hunting down your successor candidates. As long as all your successors are terminated, this nation, this land will yield to the law of the zombies."

"But I seek more than that."

"Zombies will begin here, advancing toward every corrupt nation in this world."

The King of the Ancient Tomb angrily beat the invisible barrier in front of him.

Suddenly, he heard the griffins’ cries coming from afar.

The King of the Ancient Tomb and many zombies saw about fifteen griffins flying in the sky about two hundred meters away. All the griffins had people sitting on them.

The King of the Ancient Tomb thought for a while and understood. "It’s the Griffon Knights from the Holy Empire. It seems the Lombardy Duchy has become a popular attraction."

"If they dare to come close, we will annihilate them."

The old zombies looked at the King of the Ancient Tomb worriedly.

The Griffon Knights are one of the strongest knight regiments in this world.

With their current zombie troops, it would not be easy to even withstand the fifteen Griffon Knights, let alone annihilate them.

However, a sigh of relief came to the old zombies when they noticed that the Griffon Knights circled in the sky twice without approaching, seemingly aware of the anomalies in the Iron Crown Mountains, and eventually left.

The King of the Ancient Tomb gazed at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, he heard a voice next to his ear.