1414 Capturing the Cold Prince Alive!

Edited by Aelryinth

Why, why is this happening impossible, this is impossible, how did it end up like this!?

What the hell are these things? Assh***, what the hell are they!? Die, die you piece of sh**!

Useless pricks, trash, Egypts kingdom of undead? How could you lose to the undead of such a lowly country? Osiris is nothing but a piece of trash!

The Cold Prince yelled like a madman from atop the Underworld Monarch Frog.

Perhaps the Red Cardinal was the one who had suffered the greatest blow out of everyone.

He had put in so much effort to acquire the Triangle Dimensional Mirror. He had spent ten years finding a way to communicate with the Underworld. He had finally made the preparations to hold an Apotheosis Ceremony for himself, so he could surpass Salan and become the Red Cardinal with the greatest influence in the world.

He had even sacrificed all his men to achieve his goal, since he believed a lot more people were going to fall to their knees and worship him in no time.

However, the outcome was not what he had expected. The Underworlds army was driven back to the Squaretrek Plain. The massacre he had planned for the living humans of the cities in the North Valley had turned into a battle between two armies of undead!

What benefit would a battle between two armies of undead bring him?

Idiots, they were all idiots!

No one was bleeding, no foul odor of rotting corpses lingering in the air, no one was worshiping him; he was nothing but a laughing stock!

He had given his everything to plan the conspiracy, including his own beliefs, but he ended up all alone, in such a miserable state!

He hated the sturdy rocks of Northguard Fortress. He hated why those petty humans bothered standing up against the Underworld army, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He hated the ancient Wall that had appeared out of nowhere, delaying the advance of the Underworld army. He hated the young man who was so full of himself. He would have become a god by now if the young man had not interfered with his plan!

AHHHHH! the Cold Prince yelled furiously. Blood poured from his wounds as he gathered all his might.

The Cold Prince was beyond frustrated after realizing that his plan had failed. He was starting to feel dizzy. The intelligent Underworld Monarch Frog beneath him was aware that the Cold Prince was being disrespectful to Osiris. It shuddered and shook the Cold Prince off its back.

The Cold Prince was on the verge of losing consciousness. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he slammed heavily to the ground.

He was no different than the remains of the undead scattered around him. He glared at the Underworld Monarch Frog that was fleeing for its life and screamed furiously, Even you dare to look down on me!?

The Underworld Monarch Frog simply ignored the Cold Prince. The sea of skeletons was going to devour it if it stayed any longer. The Nether Bone Dragon sweeping across the sky had been watching it for a long time. It might end up being scooped up and torn to pieces in the sky!

Youre so petty that even the undead are treating you with disdain, and yet you were hoping to be worshiped by the world? What a joke! A shadow suddenly appeared beside the Cold Prince.

The Cold Prince turned around and saw the man he hated the most!

Mo Fan!

It was all this Mo Fans fault! He would have become a god by now if it wasnt for this Mo Fan. No one could possibly surpass his achievements!

The Cold Prince hated Mo Fans guts!

Im going to kill you! the Cold Prince uttered, clenching his teeth like a vicious monster.

Mo Fan was covered in wounds and bruises, too, and soaked in blood. It seemed like he was too weak to even stand up to the wind, yet his eyes were glittering with excitement!

The Cold Prince was a Mage, too. He was casting Curse Magic. The more he lost control of himself, the greater the power of the Curse Element!

Demon Torture!

The Cold Prince cast the spell at an insane speed. He swiftly set up the sp