583 Black Rotten Corpse Army 4yr

Translator: TofuEditor: Tofu

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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There was a strong presence of death: everything within the Magicians' range of vision was devoured by the same black tide that consisted of black rotten corpses. It seemed like the hatred from the Dark Abyss served as a great nutrient for them: each undead was wearing black armor, resulting in a formidable army.
"Little Loach, time to eat at will, but help me to pray that nothing wrong will happen to those righteous leaders. Otherwise, if your father dies here, other people who find you will assume you to be a piece of junk and smelt you, so you won't be able to eat more souls anymore!" Mo Fan grabbed the pendant hanging in front of his chest as if he was having a pleasant conversation with it.
Little Loach would never let his father talk to himself like an idiot. The pendant shuddered, implying that it had clearly heard him.
"These undead seem like they could provide more..." mumbled Mo Fan.
When Mo Fan was fighting the undead on hi