The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2756  Drops of Hell

Minos' group went into formation, with Mylecent and Ysolt easily joining them.

As soon as they started fleeing the area, their enemies tried to chase them down and stop them. But the undead were already too close to the area, quickly raising the grade of difficulty of a pursuit.

The Macabre Horde didn't arrive in the area slowly. It advanced at an accelerated pace. When it sensed the living beings in the area, some of the stronger undead swarmed, flying at the walking flesh.

Minos' group was surrounded by a black aura similar to the one that covered parts of their deformed bodies. The undead would hunt even those similar to them if they showed signs of life. But they definitely preferred those who showed the most signs of life themselves.

The creatures surrounded the members of the royal forces in that area, prompting them to leave the fleeing group aside and think about fleeing themselves!

"Fall back!" Shouted one of the leaders of the repressive force, already breaking out in a cold sweat as he walked away.

Minos watched from afar as each enemy forgot about the existence of his group. Some enemies simply flew away, as his team was doing, while others entered the prison as soon as they could.

But the prison guards themselves didn't give the individuals acting in the surrounding area much time. Soon the prison entrances closed, even as some of their men were fleeing desperately towards them.

"Aaaaaagh!"

The first of the men to fall to the undead screamed in horror as he was surrounded, in an instant being torn apart by the many dead around him.

These were not undead cultivators, like Abby's. They had no conscience and used no skill. They simply wreaked havoc with their surreal physical strength, their macabre bodies, wounded in strange ways, with hideous displays.

A dozen undead destroyed the body of that level 121 cultivator, tearing his flesh apart as they chewed or just swallowed his flesh.

Gloria saw this from afar and felt a chill run down her spine. These were brutal opponents that even necromancers would run away from!

Abby also watched the actions of those members of the Macabre Horde, feeling more or less the same feeling she had felt with creatures revived with the black liquid.

"This horde was created, or rather, arose from the black liquid. Are they from that place you told me about, Minos? The Awakening Peak?"

"I believe so," Minos said as Mylecent and Ysolt listened closely to their conversation. "That's why I've already taken some of them for us to work on later."

Minos showed his hand, where a black spatial distortion was wrapped around it like a body ornament. From this spatial distortion, Mylecent sensed the fluctuations of a dozen mid-level 12th stage corpses.

"Do you know about the Drops of Hell?" the white-haired woman asked.

"Drops of Hell?" Minos asked with a grimace. "Is that what you call the black liquid?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ysolt nodded positively as she answered in place of her mistress. "Yes, it is. Drops of Hell are what we call this black liquid, because they're supposed to come from Hell."

"Hell?" Abby asked. "What's that?"

"Well, we can't say for sure. It's not a place we can confirm exists, but legends say that Hell is the opposite of the Upper Realm. While the Upper Realm is the target of all living beings seeking immortality, Hell is the destination of the dead. In particular, Hell is where the dead want to escape from in order to live forever."

Mylecent pointed out. "We don't have any proof that Hell really exists. These are basically the suppositions of old ancestors from our world who supposedly saw the heavens split apart and bringers of death cross through great infernal gates.

However, legend or not, Hell has influenced our reality since ancient times. And various strange phenomena, such as the appearance of the Drops of Hell on the Awakening Peak, are related to it."

Ysolt continued, "The Drops of Hell have existed since the dawn of Zocarro. But at some point they stopped being an essence for necromancers to study and became something to keep a distance from. Those who try to manipulate it never end well."

The look on the orange-haired woman's face was very specific, causing Ruth and Gloria to look in concern at Minos and Abby.

"You've experimented with the Drops of Hell, right?" Mylecent asked amid their escape, not that surprised, but apparently just as worried about it as she was about escaping.

"Yes... Quite a lot, I'd say." Minos laughed bitterly.

For him and Abby, the black liquid was just a resource, something they could use to their advantage to grow faster and stronger with the strength of the undead more resistant to the passage of time.

Mylecent looked at Ysolt, but the woman didn't seem to have changed her mind about Minos. "What exactly did you do?" she asked him, wondering if perhaps this alien group had created a safe method of manipulating the Drops of Hell.

"Nothing much. Just creating an order of how we should mix my divine ability with the liquid and corpses of varying grades of power," Abby replied briefly.

"Well, I don't know if you've developed a safe method of handling it, but we'll leave that for the future. For now, you should just know that usually those in your situation don't last long and great misfortune befalls them. You should prepare for terrible events in the future." Mylecent advised as the group gradually stopped seeing the undead ravaging the outskirts of Cursed Rock.

Now, the group of just over 20 living beings, with only Mylecent's dead accompanying them, was at the decisive moment of their escape.

Ysolt gave the signal for them to let the matter die, and soon afterwards, the strongest of the group focused their powers on distorting space and escaping that area through a wormhole!

Minos and Abby were still planning to use the black liquid anyway, already too committed to think that they could get rid of the possible consequences of their actions if they decided to stop now.

If they were in danger anyway, they would rather enjoy the maximum benefits of the black liquid before facing problems related to such an essence!