Chapter 372 - The Ghost Altar

Flanders opened his eyes. He felt that his entire body was filled with power.

The dead water surrounded him, and he no longer had the state where his magic power was scattered.

He casually summoned a Red Scarecrow. The Red Scarecrow's entire body was burning with flames.

It was like a huge torch, lighting up the entire water cave.

The altar on the ground shattered into countless pieces. The gray stones looked extremely ordinary and no longer had that mysterious aura.

The altar was only a bridge to connect to the Otherworld's mana space. Now, it had been absorbed by Flanders..

In theory, Flanders could also connect to the Otherworld's mana space. He should be able to use the infinite mana of the mana space.

Unfortunately, Flanders was only an A+ rank strange creature. To transfer the magic power of another world, he had to be at least an S rank.

Flanders was now like a beggar with a golden rice bowl. He did not know that his bowl was the most valuable item.

At the same time, Flanders did not know that his body could communicate with another world. When he became an S rank, he would naturally understand.

Flanders remembered that before he fainted, he seemed to have touched something. It should be this altar.

Was it because his strength was too great, or did this altar shatter upon contact?

Flanders had no way of knowing. He wanted to leave the water cave. It was too depressing.

He also discovered a strange phenomenon. His Red Scarecrow was actually burning all over.

It was obvious that the power of the Red Scarecrow had increased. Flanders felt that something must have happened to his body.

The altar was shattered, the black crystal bead was gone, and the dead water no longer had a source.

Thinking that the system needed the special energy of the dead water, Flanders let go of his body and absorbed the dead water to his heart's content.

The absorption rate this time was extremely high, and it did not take long for Flanders to absorb all the dead water.

Flanders jumped out of the water hole and came to the bottom of the dead pool.

The three kings of strange creatures were still waiting for Flanders on the shore. After seeing the dead water of the dead pool disappear, their worries completely disappeared.

Seeing the scarecrow appear at the bottom of the pool, the three of them had endless admiration for the scarecrow.

In the ghost lair, there had never been a strange creature who could deal with the dead pool, and Flanders had single-handedly destroyed the dead pool. The three of them had completely submitted to Flanders.

The dead pool was now part of history. It no longer existed.

Flanders entered the sea of consciousness and saw that the scarecrows on the slightly larger islands were swaying left and right.

It was obvious that the people represented by these islands had gone through fierce resistance.

The Black Scarecrow on the largest island had completely collapsed. It had become translucent.

It seemed as if it could disappear at any time. How could Flanders allow this to happen?

He bought a scarecrow from the Fear Mall and inserted it into the largest island.

The Black Scarecrow that was already translucent was gradually absorbed and merged with the new scarecrow.

The largest island represented Graham, and Flanders knew of Graham's resistance.

After the two scarecrows merged, the Black Scarecrow in Graham's heart grew even stronger.

This time, the Black Scarecrow had completely merged with Graham, no longer separating from each other.

If anyone forcefully separated the Black Scarecrow from Graham's body, then Graham would die.

After seeing that the Scarecrow of Fear was standing on the largest island, Flanders felt much more at ease.

[Fear Points +30,000]

...

Not long after, Flanders heard the system notification sound. He took a closer look, and sure enough, his fear points had increased by three times.

Flanders felt that it was a great deal. After some calculations, a scarecrow that costs 10 million fear points would recoup its costs after ten days on an A+ rank mage.

The rest were pure profits.

He could not help but think of Mallory and Edith, the two succubi. They were double the gain of fear points. They could recoup their losses in seven or eight days.

It seemed that after the execution of the ghost lair, it was very necessary to go to Hell and harvest a wave of A+ rank Hell creatures.

At that time, he was still worried about the fear points. Time was on Flanders's side. As long as he did not put himself in danger, he would be able to obtain the final victory.

"Scarecrow king, are you alright?!"

The king of chilly wind looked at Flanders standing still. It did not know what Flanders was doing.

It was obvious that this was the best time for it to show off.

The shadow king and the zombie king's hearts tightened. They thought it was a pity that the king of chilly wind got there first.

"Hehehe! I'm fine."

"Take me to the ghost altar!"

Hearing the scarecrow's request, the shadow king and the zombie king immediately went forward to lead the way.

If they were to go to the ghost altar, no one was more familiar with the journey than the zombie king. The zombie king was a loyal fan of the ghost king.

After the zombie king leveled up to a+ rank, it would head to the ghost altar. This was the tradition of the ghost lair.

The ghost altar could provide the best protection. Even if a mysterious force came to capture the zombie king, it could still use the ghost altar to resist.

However, every battle would result in a lot of deaths. The zombie king was a cunning old fox. It was not willing to die. That was why he had been avoiding the ghost king.

However, now that it had submitted to Flanders, Flanders's words were the zombie king's direction of action.

The ghost altar was not far from the dead pool. After more than half an hour, Flanders and his group arrived at the ghost altar.

"Halt!"

A group of undead soldiers blocked their way.

"Are you blind? You even dare to block me? I am the ghost king's best brother!"

The zombie king stood out and loudly reprimanded the soldiers who were blocking his way. The soldiers did not know the zombie king, let alone give face to the zombie king.

These soldiers were specially trained to protect the ghost altar. It was said that they were created together with the ghost altar.

They had the strength of an A rank. They would never be able to advance to an A+ rank. This was the restriction of the ghost altar.

"No one can enter! The king has ordered that no one can enter the altar!"

After the ghost king advanced to an A+ rank, it came to the ghost altar. Here, it discovered the true function of the altar.

The altar emitted an endless amount of death aura. After the ghost king absorbed this death aura, it could advance to an S rank even faster.

The ghost king treated this place as his own exclusive property, and he did not allow anyone to enter.

Rattle!

"I don't think you guys are ghost strange creatures!"

Flanders could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with these undead soldiers, just like how the black water strange creatures were formed by sewing multiple strange creatures together.

These undead soldiers were wearing the armor of the ancient empire from 3,000 years ago, and they were holding weapons from 3,000 years ago.

They had already set up a battle formation, and waves of killing intent were released from their bodies.

They refused to answer Flanders's questions. In their memories, protecting the altar was their duty.

More than a dozen Red Scarecrows were summoned by Flanders, and they flew toward the undead soldiers with scorching flames.

The undead soldiers immediately realized the great danger of the Red Scarecrows. Dozens of undead archers drew their bows and shot at the Red Scarecrows.