Chapter 223 – 223: Asha’ria

The so-called “Guillotine Plan.”

Later, when the Abyss was about to invade the inner city, Han Ji, the chairman of the Ancient Capital Magic Association, brazenly placed over a dozen high-ranking officials under house arrest.

He had received accurate intel that the Red Cardinal Salan was among these dozen Super Mages, but since he couldn’t determine exactly who it was, he had no choice but to kill them all.

Better to mistakenly kill ten than let a single Archvillain escape.

Of course, in the end, the plan failed. Mu He, the Tiger Head Deacon of the Black Vatican, appeared and proposed a deal: in exchange for a solution to the Abyss disaster, they had to spare Salan.

Lu Jun hadn’t originally intended to provoke the Black Vatican, but his target was the Ancient King’s Armor Robe.

Once he obtained this treasure, he could suppress the undead disaster at any time. The Eight Undead Monarch—this meant the Black Vatican’s entire plan would collapse.

This core conflict meant it would be a battle to the death.

So he thought, since he was going to offend them anyway, why not eliminate them completely.

He was already well aware of the Ancient King’s palace and the method to enter the Abyss there was no need to trade for that. Coincidentally, he also knew the elder Lingxi, played by Salan. Her fate was sealed.

Besides, in the original story, the Ancient Capital suffered heavy losses during this undead calamity, with only the inner city surviving under the protection of the Safe Boundary; the outer city was completely overrun.

If Lu Jun could kill Salan, the great villain, it would be a tremendous contribution to the world.

Anyway, he was a High-level Mage with the Ancient King’s Armor Robe solid foundations. Even if he tore up the script, so what? He would be invincible.

Mo Fan, who stood beside him, didn’t understand Lu Jun’s twists and turns. He sighed and said, “Alright then, let’s go with that.”

Lu Mei didn’t say anything either. She followed her younger brother’s lead.

Seeing this, the short man was surprised by the generosity of this handsome pair. Delighted, he accepted the thirty million transfer and reminded them, “Be sure to come early tomorrow morning.”

Then the three split up and each found a hotel to spend the night.

Nothing happened during the night. Early the next morning, everyone gathered again. The short man and the burly guide were already waiting.

And Lu Jun saw another group of people. Leading them was a graceful woman wearing a black silk veil, with two male attendants behind her.

At first glance, he locked his eyes onto that exotic woman.

Her attire was stunning a silk robe embroidered with colorful sparrows, a soft crimson shawl luxuriously draped over her. As she walked, it swayed rhythmically.

Her charming snake-like waist and full, round hips were intermittently concealed and revealed under the swaying shawl.

Her voluptuous figure filled out the cheongsam without a single wrinkle. A pair of long, slender legs wrapped in black stockings made her look especially seductive.

The black-silk cheongsam woman glanced over Lu Jun and the others and smiled lightly. “My name is Ye Meng’e.”

Hearing this, Mo Fan and the others also gave their names, all of them swallowing nervously at her appearance.

The short man whispered in amazement, “Damn… with a body like that, I’d trade ten years of my life just to sleep with her once.”

Lu Jun, hearing the name Ye Meng’e, mocked inwardly taking the surname Ye, how distasteful. Asha’ria, your alias is slipping.

Beside him, his sister Lu Mei noticed him staring for a while. Her beautiful eyes glared at him as she huffed, “What are you looking at? Am I not as good as her?”

“Hehehe, I didn’t mean it like that. I just think she’s not simple. Hmm! You’re the most beautiful.”

Lu Jun quickly turned to explain, glancing Lu Mei up and down. Truth be told, with that mature charm and the obscene volume of her chest, she definitely wasn’t someone a younger girl could compete with. He gave her genuine praise.

Lu Mei’s ears turned slightly red, and she gave Lu Jun a light slap, scolding, “What nonsense are you saying.”

Though the short man and Mo Fan were lecherous, they still had morals. Since she was already taken, they didn’t look at Lu Mei, and just kept admiring Ye Meng’e.

As for Asha’ria, she didn’t mind at all. She was European, open by nature, as alluring as a succubus. She simply smiled and followed the group’s departure.

Suddenly, Lu Jun asked, “Miss Ye, you’re not from Hua Xia?”

Ye Meng’e’s eyes lit up slightly when she saw Lu Jun’s extraordinary temperament and appearance. A little intrigued, she teased with a smile, “That’s right. Talking to me like this won’t your companion be jealous?”

“Your Chinese is very good.”

Lu Jun kept a straight face and replied with an unrelated comment.

“Heh.” Ye Meng’e deliberately glanced at Lu Mei the woman whose looks were comparable to her own.

But she saw Lu Mei’s pretty face tense, without any reaction.

Her smile grew more seductive as she asked in return, “Do you want to know more about me?”

Lu Jun could tell she was teasing, but he wasn’t shy. He responded openly and directly, “Not really. I’m just curious why a foreigner like you came to the Ancient Capital.”

The rest of the team Mo Fan, the short guy, and the strong villager from Weiju quietly perked up their ears. They were just as curious.

Surprisingly, Ye Meng’e didn’t shy away and laughed, “I’m from the Parthenon Temple, here to find a colleague.”

Mo Fan muttered, “Damn it. If you’re plain-looking and ask questions, you’re a cringe census taker. If you’re handsome, she volunteers the info.”

Lu Jun remarked with implied meaning, “The Parthenon, huh. I remember Saint Son Wen Tai died over a decade ago, and they haven’t appointed a new Goddess since.”

Upon hearing that, Ye Meng’e frowned, but Lu Jun didn’t continue the conversation.

The group fell into silence as they moved swiftly across the endless wilderness. If they didn’t arrive by day’s end, the night would belong to the undead.

All vegetation on the land had been corroded by undead energy, exposing lifeless, gray-white sand beneath, crunching underfoot.

The Ancient Capital had a long and storied history, burying many ancient tombs. The undead born here were particularly fierce. Some joked that if you dug in your backyard, you might hit a grave.

Halfway through the journey, the sky had already gone completely dark.

The night wind howled, suddenly becoming eerie and terrifying.

“Ugh ah~ Ugh ah!”

A gurgling noise, like something stuck in a throat, suddenly came from the ground. Everyone was shocked to see a head crawling out of the soil, crawling with maggots. Its eyeballs sagged, its jaw hung loose…

The undead had risen at the lowest level, a servant-class rotting corpse still partially buried in the earth.

But this corpse seemed to be just the beginning. Immediately after, howls erupted one after another, echoing all around them.

Suddenly, a large section of soil cracked open less than a hundred meters from the group, revealing a massive tomb.

The tomb had clearly been there for many years. The stone bricks were rotten beyond recognition, and over twenty half-rotted corpses and skeletons were sprawled about inside.

It was as if they had heard the call from that rolling head. In an instant, their blood-red eyes lit up as they crawled out of the tomb!

“What the hell is this!”

Purple flames ignited all over Mo Fan’s body. He was about to unleash a Fiery Fist to blast them all away.

But the short guy beside him sternly shouted to stop him: “Don’t be reckless. Look around.”

At those words, Lu Jun and the others scanned their surroundings. Mo Fan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

There were more than ten similar stone tombs just within this small patch of land, no more than a few hundred meters in radius. Instantly, hundreds of servant-class undead, skeletons, and rotting corpses were about to swarm them.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Mo Fan cried out, feeling that if they didn’t use high-tier magic, there was no way to quell this.

And it wasn’t over yet. In the deeper part of the dark night, several kilometers away, countless undead were awakening. Strong, warrior-level auras could faintly be sensed.

The undead territory of the Ancient Capital was immediately giving this group of outsiders a hard lesson.

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