Chapter 793: Those Who Spy Upon My Race Deserve To Die! |
This Transcendent God-level Zerg had been dead for over a thousand years.
Its flesh had long decayed, its soul completely annihilated—nothing remained but an empty husk.
Ordinarily, resurrection would have been impossible.
Yet through the miraculous Raise Dead law art and the strange power of the law of undeath (life), Lin Moyu brought it back to life.
Flesh regenerated at an astonishing pace. The body, once cleaved in two by Sword Venerable, began to fuse back together.
Its aura surged, growing stronger by the second, until not a single trace of injury remained.
The massive body towered a thousand meters tall, with dozens of massive, serrated insectoid legs gleaming with lethal sharpness.
A mysterious law aura enveloped it—one Lin Moyu had sensed before at Antares’s domain.
This law belonged to the strength system. With no elements involved, it consisted of purely physical attacks, greatly increasing one's strength.
Neither long nor short.
The duration of a resurrected depended on the caster’s soul rank.
The higher the soul rank, the longer it could persist.
With his level 95 soul rank, sustaining it for ten days was already remarkable.
Back when Raise Dead was merely a skill, it lasted only a single day.
Now it had increased tenfold, more than enough to satisfy him.
Transcendent God 3rd tier aura spread outward, forming an invisible storm of pressure.
For the first time, Lin Moyu truly experienced Transcendent God 3rd tier power.
It far surpassed beings like the Dragon Emperor and the Demon Emperor, who stood only at half-step Transcendent God-level.
If the Dragon Emperor faced this resurrected, even wielding the Dragon Greataxe and Formation Bead, defeat would be instantaneous.
After all, being infinitely close to Transcendent God-level was still not the same as being one.
The difference was absolute.
And this thousand-meter-long Zerg had already reached Transcendent God 3rd tier.
“Master!”
A simple consciousness echoed in Lin Moyu’s mind.
Raise Dead preserved memories from life, but twisted the will into absolute obedience.
Lin Moyu’s command was supreme. If he ordered death, it would comply without hesitation.
A thought crossed his mind. Perhaps he could learn about the great war from it.
As a Zerg powerhouse, it might hold valuable knowledge.
He was deeply curious about the true nature of the Zerg.
“Can you speak?” Lin Moyu asked aloud.
No response. Either it could not hear him or it could not understand.
After a brief pause, Lin Moyu switched to soul-echo.
Soul-echo transcended language, communicating directly between souls and eliminating all barriers.
“What is your name?” Lin Moyu asked.
“Master!”
The same simple consciousness returned.
Lin Moyu frowned, “Other than calling me master, what else can you say?”
“Master!”
Again, the same response.
After several attempts, Lin Moyu came to a grim realization.
This dignified Transcendent God 3rd tier powerhouse… couldn’t communicate at all.
This suggested that the creature might be nothing more than a tool.
Tools didn’t require consciousness, only the ability to receive and execute orders.
The Water God had suspected that the Dreadbeasts and the Zerg were merely cannon fodder.
What Lin Moyu was witnessing now led him toward the same conclusion.
Still, he couldn’t be completely certain. It was also possible that this was simply a side effect of the Raise Dead law art.
“Open your soul world!”
Lin Moyu issued the command, intending to inspect the other party’s soul world directly.
Though the resurrected Zerg could not communicate normally, it could still obey simple orders.
He entered its soul world without resistance.
Compared to his own, it was small and monotonous.
Aside from the soul main body itself, there was only a single law art planet.
The soul main body mirrored its physical body: an insect.
Lin Moyu decided to access its memories using his consciousness.
The method was crude and destructive, inflicting severe damage on the soul.
But that didn’t matter. This was merely a long-dead creature, temporarily revived by his law art.
With level 95 soul rank, it should have been impossible to probe the soul of a Transcendent God 3rd tier.
Such a creature’s soul would be vastly superior, capable of crushing his in retaliation.
But now, as a resurrected, it was entirely under his control.
As his consciousness entered the Zerg’s soul, his vision abruptly shifted.
He saw a web.
An immense, intricate web, layered and impossibly complex.
Just looking at it made his mind reel.
He felt like nothing more than a speck before its vast expanse.
At its center, an eye snapped open, staring directly at him.
“Insolence! To spy upon my race, you deserve to die!”
A terrifying surge of energy crashed toward him. Lin Moyu reacted instantly, withdrawing from the web.
Even though Lin Moyu’s reaction was fast, he was still struck by the residual impact.
Pain rippled through his soul like a hammer blow, leaving him dazed.
“How terrifying…”
He felt as though he had narrowly escaped death.
The opponent’s power was overwhelming, like a mountain looming over an ant.
It could have crushed him effortlessly.
“What was that web? What was that eye? What kind of race is the Zerg?”
Questions flooded his mind.
Suddenly, the resurrected Zerg beside him began to tremble.
“Those who spy upon my race deserve to die!”
As the soul-echo rose, the resurrected Zerg suddenly lunged at him.
It surged with formidable law aura, its limbs transforming into blades as it struck.
Lin Moyu remained calm.
With a mere flick of thought, the aura of the law of undeath erupted from the resurrected.
As its master, he held absolute authority.
The Zerg froze midair, then exploded into fragments.
His Bone Armor shimmered, effortlessly blocking the spray of flesh.
Lin Moyu fell silent, deep in thought.
A resurrected could be hijacked.
Worse, that final soul-echo… the other party’s consciousness had clearly reached across space to manifest here.
Wherever the other party’s main body was, it had to be unimaginably far away.
Yet distance hadn’t mattered.
Such power exceeded that of ordinary beings.
“Was it sheer strength? Or a unique racial ability?”
Whether it was the intricate web or the sudden takeover of his resurrected, Lin Moyu felt a sense of unease.
The greater world housed countless races, each with its own extraordinary abilities.
And any race that could endure there was not to be taken lightly.
Lin Moyu could no longer afford complacency. It seemed that even resurrected weren’t entirely safe.