National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 3558 Death Vortex

Rodney sighed inwardly.

So much time has passed that the tribespeople no longer recognize their former high priest.

Very well, if even his own people don't recognize him, then the god-like race guarding him will certainly not recognize him either.

Rodney stretched out his hand, and a death mark in the shape of a plum blossom bloomed in his palm.

Upon seeing the mark, the two Netherworld beings were immediately shocked, staring intently at it, while a surge of urge to submit welled up within them.

The two of them knelt down and bowed to Rodney.

"Greetings, Emperor of the Underworld."

Rodney received a temporary mark from Hades while in prison.

Seeing the mark is like the presence of the King of the Underworld.

This is a kind of inherited memory engraved in the bloodline of all the Netherworld race.

"Get up, everyone. How is Sores? Take me to see him."

"Yes!"

……

Three hours later.

The Netherworld priest Sores led several Netherworld squads toward the mountains.

"Since you were captured, the Netherworld Clan has had a better time. Over the years, the God Clan has gradually relaxed its management of the Death Vortex. On a daily basis, there are only three teams guarding it, so it's not a problem to sneak in."

Sores was deeply moved. He was shocked when he heard that Rodney had escaped from prison. After finding out the reason, he immediately tried to find a way to bring Rodney into the Netherworld Vortex area.

After passing through the inspection passage ahead, the group officially entered the mountain range.

The Netherworld guards at the entrance bowed to Sores, "Priest Sores, why have you come in person?"

"The vortex is a bit unstable. I've come over to check and make sure it's safe."

"Yes."

The two members of the God race who were monitoring the area high above the mountain entrance noticed Sores and his group below, but neither of them paid any attention to them.

Soles has visited countless times over the past ten thousand years.

In their view, all the Netherworld race members looked pretty much the same, and they wouldn't notice Fang Heng and his companion in the group.

Upon entering the sacred barrier, a dense aura of death assaulted the senses.

Looking up, a large amount of undead power was concentrated on the distant mountaintop, forming a huge, dark vortex.

The vortex flowed slowly, constantly emanating a tangible aura of the dead.

Starting from the middle of the mountain range, souls were continuously guided to rise from the ground and slowly walk towards the top of the mountain range, where they were constantly sucked into the huge central vortex and completely dissolved.

Compared to the death vortex in the realm of the dead, this death vortex before us is hundreds of times larger.

There are also two different vortexes on either side of the Underworld vortex.

If I'm not mistaken, these two vortexes should be the soul vortex passages connecting hell and the realm of gods.

Fang Heng rotated his right eye, carefully observing the two vortexes.

Fine, sacred chains appeared on the surface of the Hell Vortex, completely sealed and stopped rotating, while the Divine Vortex continued to operate in an orderly and slow manner.

Souls continuously pass through the sacred vortex passage.

Fang Heng stared at the two vortexes, feeling an indescribable strangeness, as if something was not quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Looking down at the sacred vortex, one can see that the top of the mountain directly below has been cleared out into a platform, with large areas of magic runes densely drawn on the platform.

In the center of the magic circle, a giant pillar rose high.

Most of the power overflowing from the vortex of death flowed into the central magic circle below and was absorbed by the central pillar.

Fang Heng frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's the deal with the magic circle? And what's the situation with this pillar?"

"The pillar can conduct energy; it absorbs the energy released by the death vortex and then conducts it back to the underworld."

Sores was unaware of Fang Heng's specific identity, assuming he was a member of the Underworld race who had come with Rodney on a mission from the Underworld Emperor, and explained normally, "The Underworld needs death energy to maintain its normal operation."

Fang Heng suddenly realized.

No wonder there are still various temples in the underworld even though it has been sealed.

It turns out that the gods had left behind the Netherworld vortex and were continuously supplying energy to the Netherworld.

But that makes it even stranger.

Previously, when the gods entered Hell, they chose to completely seal and destroy it. So why, when they came to the Underworld, did they only seal it?

What's the point of them keeping the underworld?

Fang Heng asked, "Why? Why would the gods go to such great lengths to maintain the Underworld? Wouldn't it be better for them to completely destroy it?"

Sores looked at Fang Heng and found Fang Heng's question strange.

"Why completely destroy the Underworld? The Underworld is part of what keeps the world running. If it is completely destroyed, the divine realm will also be affected."

"Impact? What exactly will it affect?"

"Forehead……"

Sores was speechless for a moment.

They are born with the concept that the underworld is an extremely important part of the world's operation.

The fact that the gods dared not completely destroy the underworld also confirms this concept.

As for the specific consequences of destroying the underworld, they didn't know.

Sores remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I think it's probably the end of the world."

Fang Heng had a vague feeling that things weren't so simple; even the Underworld Clan probably didn't know the true purpose of the God Clan's actions.

He then turned his gaze to the rows of stone pillars standing on the mountainside and asked, "What are these smaller stone pillars on the outer perimeter for?"

Sores said, "I don't know. We weren't there when the mountain was first built. It was probably designed by the gods. But we've observed it up close, and the stone pillars are engraved with alchemical magic circles."

“I have some guesses about that,” Rodney said. “I think these pillars are used to guide souls.”

"What do you mean?"

“Lost souls are drawn into the vortex of death and reincarnated, but this is the realm of the gods, so souls need some guidance to enter here, and the stone pillars serve as that guidance.”

Fang Heng then looked at the undead creatures that were drawn by the soul vortex and slowly wandered toward the underworld vortex.

Upon closer inspection, the spirits coalesced from beneath the mountain's earth and slowly rose.

In other words, the source of the soul and the power gathered by the death vortex ultimately belong to the underworld.

The gods simply held the transformation process firmly in their hands.

Looking up at the sky again, several guardians of the divine race were gathered around the Netherworld vortex, keeping a close watch.

"Let's go, let's get a little closer."

Sores led the group to continue approaching the soul vortex at the top of the mountain.

As they approached the Soul Vortex, they could see a large number of Netherworld Clan members kneeling on one knee, facing the direction of the Soul Vortex.

Huh?

Fang Heng noticed something unusual about the Netherworld Clan. The Divine Eye faded, and a layer of gray-white appeared above his eyes.

Dark threads were drawn from the kneeling, praying Netherworld beings.

The strength of the thread is not high.

However, at this time, there were more than 100,000 Netherworld Clan members gathered around the mountains.

Looking up, one could see countless threads connecting to the vortex of the underworld high in the sky.

"Is this the power that the Underworld Clan uses to guide the Death Vortex to function properly...?"

Fang Heng muttered to himself, "Could the source of the cycle's power be the Netherworld Clan?" (End of Chapter)