Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Just then, several frost giants dragons of the Undead Race suddenly appeared and swooped down towards the position.

"Watch out, it's Undead Dragons!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone tensely threw themselves into defense.

Taking advantage of this moment, Shen Ye propelled forward with the momentum and rolled downward—

He landed in the dust and, seizing the opportunity of the roll, suddenly pulled out the black stone and thrust it into the ground.

A door hidden in the dust was punctured, and the stone was thrown through.

Main World, Floating Islands.

The black stone fell into a stream, was swept away by the undercurrents for a bit, and then sank to the bottom, blending in with a pile of other stones.

Shen Ye stood up.

The door had disappeared.

The link between the two worlds was gone.

He walked a few steps forward and called out loudly, "I want to see His Royal Highness the Prince."

A female elf, holding a magic wand, stepped forward and rapidly said, "Follow me!"

Shen Ye took a closer look and realized it was the Court Archmage Yudelia.

He immediately rose and followed her.

The two of them waded through the crowded throng, squeezing past one cannon after another, and finally arrived in front of a tent that was heavily guarded.

"If it's just military intelligence, you can tell me," said Yudelia.

"Can't I see the Prince?" Shen Ye asked.

He glanced subtly at the Undead Dragons flying in the high sky.

Being who she was, Yudelia immediately understood his implication.

"Saint Peiqi... actually, you can't go in, but it doesn't matter anymore, since you've taken that kind of oath and absolutely cannot betray the Human Race."

She pulled aside a corner of the tent.

Shen Ye immediately entered the tent and rapidly said, "I've finally escaped their surveillance. In fact, the Undead Race has dispatched the King of Shadow Assassins Freg, White Night Executioner, Enemy of Elves, and the long-renowned Undead Generals and other strong figures planning to assassinate the Prince."

A deathly silence fell inside the tent.

The atmosphere was somewhat off.

Shen Ye paused, his gaze sweeping over the Human Race's stalwarts who stood rigidly around the large bed, and finally rested on the figure lying on it.

Prince Norton was at death's door.

Six priests were desperately chanting curse scripts, releasing the power of light to heal him.

"Peiqi."

Struggling, the Prince managed to smile.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ye exclaimed in surprise.

"I am on the brink of death, so your intelligence is of no use—but I still thank you for making the trip," said the Prince, his face ashen, speaking with a tone that had accepted life and death.

Through the blood-stained bedding, Shen Ye saw that half of his body was gone.

To not have died from such wounds—

It could only be said that the healing capabilities of the Human Race were truly formidable.

Shen Ye looked towards Yudelia.

Yudelia shook her head sadly and chanted, "May the Goddess of Nature protect your slumber."

An elderly man with white hair also spoke, "May the mysteries and laws forever protect your spirit."

A Great Knight, unable to hold back tears, kneeled on one knee and placed his sword across his neck.

—The moment the Prince died, he too was prepared to die!

All were silent.

Shen Ye was momentarily stunned but then suddenly remembered something.

Time waits for no one!

Better to try something than to sit and wait for death!

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you have shown me kindness and even bestowed upon me the title 'Saint.' I, Peiqi, have a family heirloom of a Healing Elixir that I wish for Your Royal Highness to try," he said.

"—But, this cannot involve anyone else, as I have just come from the Undead, and I trust no one here!"

Shen Ye shouted loudly.

Everyone turned their gaze towards him.

But before anyone could react, Shen Ye had already bellowed:

"Make way, this is the last chance, don't waste precious time!"

He walked towards the bed.

A few knights moved to stop him but were called off by the Prince.

"Let him try, there's no hope left anyway, I don't mind if someone makes one last effort for me," the Prince said weakly.

The others immediately obeyed, parting to make way for Shen Ye to stand before the Prince.

—Actually, everyone present had always followed the Prince.

They had also witnessed the entire process of Shen Ye coming to know the Prince, aware that he had undergone the 'Saint' ceremony.

—He would never betray the Human Race.

Besides, the Prince was already fading, having himself given the order.

So, let him try!

Shen Ye directly took out the spray from He Xi Temple, pulled back the covers, and sprayed it over the Prince's maimed body.

"Ah ah ah ah—"

The Prince suddenly let out a cry of agony.

Several knights were about to intervene, but Yudelia stopped them right there.

"Yudelia, you—"

The Great Knight, furious and shocked, went to draw his sword but was halted by two priests.

"Stop! The Prince's ability to feel pain now shows that the treatment is working. Don't interfere at all costs!"

A priest with silvery hair said sternly.

The Great Knight immediately didn't dare to act rashly.

Shen Ye then took out the vial of medicine, poured out a few pills, and stuffed them into the Prince's mouth.

—— Sprays and potions are things people of this world can understand.

Now, it was time to leave it to fate.

On the other side.

Undead Highlands.

The King of Shadow Assassins, Freg, fixed his gaze on the Human territory.

A voice bubbled up from the void beside him:

"There's no loud commotion."

"Nor can I see the death qi of souls departing."

"The effect cannot be confirmed."

"Perhaps the Little Match Boy has failed."

Freg waved his hand, and all noise ceased at once.

He revealed a cruel smile and spoke softly, "No, there's no failure. I saw him enter that tent, where Prince Norton was."

"But... that doesn't mean he has completed the assassination," a voice questioned, puzzled.

Freg drew a bone-shaped rectangular object from his waist and said with pride,

"I gave him an Undead cipher box, and inside was not a map of the encampment but an extremely high-level Soul Shock Bomb."

Surprised and appreciative noises arose from the void.

The voices grew more excited:

"The power of this bomb is considerable, even... Well, its only flaw is that it only works within a five-meter radius."

"That's okay! The Little Match Boy has already entered the tent!"

"As long as it detonates, it is certain to kill the Prince of the Human Race!"

"But the Little Match Boy will surely die too."

"He chose this himself."

Several members of the Undead elite spoke at once.

Freg suddenly raised the bone object high in the air.

All voices went silent again.

With a grimacing smile, Freg looked around and declared loudly as if giving a speech,

"Be destroyed, the last divine bloodline of the Human Empire!"

"Your death signifies humans have reached their end, while the Undead Race shall become the true leaders of all existence on the surface!"

"Starting from this moment!"

He pressed hard on the bone object.

All eyes turned toward the Human territory, waiting to witness history unfold.

—— But nothing happened.

Instead, a prompt sounded from the bone object:

"Distance too far, unable to detonate."

What?

Freg felt somewhat embarrassed.

But it didn't matter. These were just minor details.

If he just got a little closer...

His physique leapt forward, stepping over layers of Undead Soldiers, striding meteorically closer to the Human territory.

About five hundred meters further.

Freg once again stood still, raising the bone object in his hand, and declared loudly,

"Humans, when I press this button, your last hope will be extinguished, and you will become slaves to the Undead Race with no right to vie for supremacy with us!"

Press the button.

The prompt sounded again:

"Distance too far, unable to detonate."

Still too far?

Freg's face twitched in irritation.

But there was no helping it. At such a critical moment, he couldn't let himself fail.

Freg moved swiftly through the soldiers of both races fighting on the battlefield, quickly drawing closer to the direction of the Human Territory.

Closer.

Even closer.

This time Freg was determined. He went directly to the outskirts of the encampment where Prince Norton was located.

This was the most intense battle zone!

Freg raised the bone object, facing everyone's gaze, and roared loudly,

"Norton! Evil leader of humanity! The most terrifying capitalist! The core leader of the 996 and 007, you should return to dust!"

All was silent.

Press.

Press hard.

That same prompt sounded once more:

"Distance too far, unable to detonate."

Freg became rigid.

He was already so close!

Why still say it's too far?

He would definitely have to kill that bomb developer when he got back!

But for now——

With a roar of rage, Freg lifted the dagger in his hand and shouted,

"Charge with me!"

The surrounding void flickered, and a dense mass of Undead suddenly appeared.

These were the true powerhouses of the Undead Race.

At this moment, they no longer hid but joined the front-line battlefield, working with all their might to help the Undead Army break through the Human Territory.