Netherworld Retrograde

Deep within the Eternal Life Faction base, in a secret room filled with a strange medicinal fragrance and a faint scent of decay.

A tall man with an unhealthy pale complexion was lazily soaking in a massive bath, enjoying the service of several maids.

The water was not clear, but instead a murky dark red bubbling with small bubbles. It contained countless meticulously cultivated plague viruses, slowly and continuously being absorbed into his body through every pore of his skin.

This highly concentrated alchemy material was inhaled as naturally as breathing, merging into his limbs and bones.

These terrifying toxins, capable of instantaneously killing an entire army, were to him the most delicious nourishment.

His complexion turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, even faintly reflecting an eerie vitality sheen. He was, after all, the greatest poison this world had ever bred, the source and culmination of all plagues.

Feeling his body rapidly recovering under the nourishment of the toxins, the Tear Plague Chosen comfortably opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the graceful yet stiff figures of the maids around him.

These were young women carefully selected and sought by loyal believers from various places, each with enchanting figures and long legs.

Yet at this moment, their bodies trembled slightly beyond their control, their movements appearing stiff, for fear of accidentally provoking this Divine Chosen One.

Ever since two days ago, after being hunted down embarrassingly like a wild dog for hundreds of miles by that mysterious assassin.

Tear Plague's heart was stifled with a wicked fury and humiliation difficult to unleash.

What annoyed him even more was that he, an Eternal Chosen One and nearly indestructible creature, was forced into such a position by a figure whose true appearance he couldn't clearly discern, only remembering that tall, graceful silhouette.

This extreme irritation and unvented anger finally found an outlet when he saw a maid beside him, equally tall and curvaceous.

He reached out without warning, grabbing the maid by her slender neck, dragging her into the bath with her frightened whimper, showing no mercy.

"Mmm... Gulu... Master..."

The whimpering and cries were instantly swallowed and dissipated by the rolling dark red blood water.

After a long time, when the Tear Plague Chosen calmed down, he looked at the maid underneath, already being corroded by the virus and beginning to dissolve, and sighed softly with a hint of regret. He actually quite liked this maid.

He stood up as if nothing had happened, letting the poison drip from his pale skin, taking the robe tremblingly handed by another maid who was nearly fainted with fear, casually giving an order.

"Consider her a sacrifice for me... Compensate her family."

After speaking, he left the bath without looking back.

The other surviving maids, as if granted a reprieve, trembled and bowed their heads to the ground.

It wasn't until the Tear Plague Chosen's figure completely disappeared outside the door that they dared to quickly get up, in silence and expertise, cleaning up the scene, dealing with the rapidly decaying corpse of their companion.

Ever since the disastrous failure of the operation against the Law City, the previously somewhat amiable Tear Plague Chosen had become extraordinarily furious and unpredictable.

All believers and subordinates within the base were on edge, no one daring to risk provoking this noble and dangerous Chosen during this sensitive period.

However, as the Tear Plague Chosen, still simmering with unresolved anger, stepped into his own opulent palace, a rage even more intense than before instantly shattered his rationality!

Because, sitting boldly upon his crafted Throne that symbolized power and status, was a mysterious figure!

What made it even more unacceptable was that his elite Demon Generals and pious believers not only did not immediately erupt in fury to tear this arrogant intruder to shreds, but were instead respectfully bowing to him, their posture even more reverent than towards him, the true Chosen!

Damn traitors!

How dare you?

A furious divinity surged instantaneously within him, terrifying spiritual energy about to roar out like a storm! Tear Plague's fury was thoroughly ignited; he intended to crush these traitors and that reckless figure into plague fodder!

However, just as he brimmed with murderous intent and was about to take a step forward.

That figure seated on what belonged to his Throne slightly tilted its head, casting a glance at him.

That seemingly ordinary glance instantly suppressed all the accumulated anger and murderous intent within Tear Plague, like icy water dousing his head!

A death-warning signal from life itself, extremely vivid, shrieked frantically through his highly developed spiritual sense!

Taking that step would mean death? His inspiration was sounding the alarm!

At the same time, the figure on the Throne laughed: "Brother Tear Plague, you finally arrived..."

Only then could Tear Plague clearly see the appearance of that figure.

It was a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, extremely handsome, dressed in what could even be called plain attire, appearing just like an ordinary traveler that had emerged from some human city.

Yet he leaned naturally against the Throne only a Chosen could touch, without any sense of discord around him.

Because, he exuded the same intense... no, even more intense and pure Chaotic Aura!

And not just one!

Eternal Life and Blood God... and... Jile?

Upon seeing the ring held in that person's hand, Tear Plague knew it was the Chaos Holy Artifact of the Jile Sect, a high-level Holy Artifact! Behind him must be a formidable Chaos Great Power!

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