Cursed Immortality

879  Chaos in Legendary Plains!

A towering obsidian fortress stood in the heart of the black domain, shrouded by dark clouds and crackling lightning. It was the Black King's Citadel.

The throne room, dimly lit by eerie purple flames, resonated with the tense murmurs of high-ranking dark beings.

On an eerie throne, the Black King, an imposing figure clad in pitch-black armor with a skeletal crown, sat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. His crimson eyes flared as one of his commanders rushed in, bowing deeply.

"Speak," the Black King's voice echoed like a death knell.

"My King, news has arrived from the Valley of Sunless Dusk. The curse… it's been lifted. The Cursed Necromancer King is dead!"

The throne room fell into stunned silence, broken only by the flickering of the ghostly flames. The Black King's fingers stilled. He rose to his feet, his aura of death law thickening.

"Dead? Impossible. That roach survived our combined assault centuries ago. How could he fall now?"

"We're uncertain, my King, but reports indicate the Throne of Death remains in the valley," the commander stammered, beads of sweat forming despite the cold air.

The Black King's eyes narrowed. "So, that fool Blackwell's message wasn't a stunt, huh? It seemed someone had stirred the pot. But knowing that scheming ghost, he seeks the Throne for himself.

"This means he encountered something he couldn't handle, so he wanted to muddle the waters. Since he dares to reveal this to me, the other would also know. But with those things roaming around, things are no longer as they used to be!" His voice thundered through the hall, "Go and see if there's any active teleportation channel close to the Valley of Sunless Dusk!"

"As you command!" The commander retreated quickly, leaving the Black King to brood over the sudden shift in power.

He muttered darkly, "The Spirit Poison King, Blood King, and the others will probably know soon, and they will be in the same situation. Let them. Heh, it seemed Blackwell didn't know what has been happening in the middle galaxies..."

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Deep within a toxic jungle, where the air reeked of venom and the ground pulsated with poison, the Spirit Poison King sat cross-legged in a misty chamber. His greenish skin shimmered with a toxic hue, and his eyes glowed with malevolent intelligence.

A black streak shot through the air, forming a burning talisman before him. The Spirit Poison King snatched it midair and read Blackwell's message. A twisted smile curled his lips.

"That drunkard finally did something useful," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "The Throne of Death, unguarded? Fate favors me today."

He flicked his wrist, summoning a bone ship, "It has been a long time since I last set foot outside my domain. Let me see who could've lifted that curse that I lost control of, but I need to be wary. Blackwell's schemes never come without strings attached. But that Throne shall be ours."

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In a grand cathedral bathed in radiant light, Eliza, also known as the Holy King, stood before a massive stained-glass window depicting the defeat of dark entities. Her serene expression cracked as a messenger whispered in her ear.

"The curse lifted? The Cursed Necromancer King… dead?" she repeated, her spiral eyes swirled. "And that scheming drunkard dare to inform me?"

Eliza turned, her eyes turning colder, and she muttered, "This isn't a blessing. It's a warning. The balance we upheld is on the verge of collapsing, and now, if that Throne falls into the wrong hands..."

The golden radiance gushed out of her body, and her voice became ethereal and majestic as it rang throughout the temple: "Assemble the Templars. We must act swiftly, or darkness will engulf the Legendary Plains."

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While news of the curse's lifting spread across the factions, an even more terrifying phenomenon ensued in the Legendary Plains over a century ago and continues to plunge it.

Across every territory, Zodiac Beasts—elusive creatures associated with the Universal Void that few people knew about before—began relentless assaults on all factions, sowing panic and destruction.

In the Great Continent of Libra, Scorpion-like Beasts with shadowy tails dripping decaying venom rampaged through places with life. Their stingers obliterated any trace of life, leaving behind despair and destruction.

In the Great Continent of Aries, a towering Beast radiating fierce black flames clashed with entire armies. Its roars shook the earth and sky, sniffing any trace of light and life alike.

On the other hand, in the Great Continent of Scorpio, a colossal ghost-like Beast cloaked in dark energy unleashed devastating waves of void power, erasing everything in its path.

The Star Ocean was teeming with Zodiac Beasts, and even Legendary Kings might fall if they travel through it. The attacks were relentless, coordinated, and devastating. No faction was spared. The beasts seemed driven by an unknown force, their eyes glowing with eerie light as if heralding a greater calamity on all the Great Continents of Legendary Plains.

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After realizing the gravity of this situation, for the first time in thousands of years, representatives of the major factions gathered in a neutral zone—a vast, ancient hall beneath a Sacred Plateau. The tension was palpable as sworn enemies sat across from one another.

The representative of Dark Kingdom spoke at this moment, her voice calm yet commanding. "We can no longer ignore the signs. The Zodiac Beasts are not mere coincidences. Someone is harming the entire Legendary Plains, which has something to do with that phenomenon over a hundred years ago! Our Dark King has confirmed it!"

He was a dark being with an extremely handsome face, yet his eyes were crimson and contained a bloody charm; he was a vampire baron as he sneered. "You suggest we unite? Spare me your sanctimonious drivel."

At this moment, a giant with runic markings spoke in his booming voice. "We have no choice. Even your blood legions fall before them. If we continue to fight each other, we'll be destroyed."

A tense silence followed until a gentle voice rang. "Then we fight together until this threat is gone. After that… this alliance is over."

All eyes turned to this voice's direction and looked at a figure with long white hair wearing a priest robe radiating holy presence.

The factions murmured in surprise, but no one objected. Since the situation was dire, a temporary alliance was quickly forming, yet everyone knew betrayal lingered just beneath the surface.

As the factions agreed to unite, the Legendary Plains braced for war—not just against the Zodiac Beasts but also against the inevitable struggle for the Throne of Death. Chaos reigned, and the harbingers of calamity continued their relentless advance!

Yet no one thought that the Throne of Death had already been claimed, and it was also related to another item of interest that even Gods covet: the Legendary Master Key, which has been almost forgotten because of the emergence of Zodiac Beasts and this was also related to him all the same!