Chapter 190 Killing the God of the Undead!
Alan chuckled, flashing a grin. "Can't hold back anymore?"
The God of the Undead looked both embarrassed and angry, but with his health dropping fast, he swallowed his rage. "Ice King, I'm not lying to you. What do you want? Money, power or rare treasures? I have it all."
Alan smirked. "Five divine equipment pieces, ten god-level talent awakening stones, twenty talent evolution flowers, fifty special equipment pieces, and ten thousand free attribute points. That's all I want. Not too much, right?"
The God of the Undead was stunned, thinking, 'Not too much? How do you even say that with a straight face?'
He wasn't even a supreme god, let alone a god-king. Five pieces of divine equipment? That was daylight robbery.
As for the rest, only the free attribute points seemed somewhat reasonable. But ten thousand? Did Alan think he was an ATM?
"No problem," the God of the Undead muttered curses under his breath but agreed.
"Then hand it over," Alan demanded.
The God of the Undead hesitated. "I only have one piece of divine equipment right now, no god-level talent awakening stones—they went to Tranquil Zen Master. Three talent evolution flowers, two special equipment pieces, and a thousand free attribute points. I'm not lying; that's all I can give right now."
He added, "I'll make up the rest later, okay?"
Alan rolled his eyes. "Just this little? How do you even call yourself a god? I bet the King of Stellaria is richer than you."
The God of the Undead felt humiliated but had no choice but to suppress his anger. "Ice King, I just revived, and my power is limited. Naturally, I don't have much to offer."
"But don't worry, I'm a god, and I keep my word. Let me go this time, and I'll give you the rest later."
Alan scratched his ear, thinking, 'God of the Undead's words sound kinda familiar.'
"Alright, give me what you have now, and the rest later," Alan said.
The God of the Undead was secretly pleased. 'Humans are so gullible. Who said gods can't lie? I never got that memo.'
[You have received a gift from the God of the Undead.]
[You have received equipment +3.]
[You have received talent evolution flowers +3.]
[You have received free attribute points +1000.]
A satisfied smile spread across Alan's face. He received one piece of divine equipment, two special equipment pieces, three talent evolution flowers, and a thousand free attribute points. Not bad at all.
The God of the Undead must have been sealed for too long to give away so much so easily.
"Ice King, I've given you the stuff. Shouldn't you stop your attack now?" the God of the Undead asked softly.
Alan looked puzzled. "You haven't given me everything yet, have you?"
The God of the Undead asked, "What do you mean? I've given you all I have. You should stop attacking so I can recover and give you the rest."
Alan shrugged. "No, you misunderstood. I meant you give me everything, and I stop. That's only fair, right? Giving a part is just a down payment. You need to settle the balance to make me stop."
The God of the Undead finally realized he had been tricked. "Ice King, you're playing me!!" he roared in anger. "Killing me, what good does it do for you? What I gave you is not low."
"I'm not playing you. I gave you the terms, and you agreed. It's not my fault you didn't deliver," Alan said, feigning innocence.
"Ice King, you forced my hand. Even if I have to sleep for another thousand years, I'll make you pay," the God of the Undead fumed. Being toyed with by an adventurer was the last straw.
"Heart of the Undead hidden in the source, heed my call. With your greatest malice, curse this vile Ice King, making him suffer the greatest pain in this world," the God of the Undead chanted.
"Did you just use the heart of the source to curse me?" Alan's expression shifted. A god using the heart of the source for a curse was serious business.
A gray-white beam of light descended from the sky, looking deceptively like a divine blessing.
But Alan knew better; this was far from a blessing.
"You have been cursed by the God of the Undead. For the next nine turns, the damage you take will increase tenfold," the God of the Undead declared.
Alan's pupils shrank. The God of the Undead was going all out.
Before he could react, another prompt echoed in his mind.
"You have killed the God of the Undead. A server-wide announcement is about to be made. Do you want to hide your name?"
"Hide," Alan said quickly.
[Server-wide announcement: Congratulations to the player with a hidden nickname for killing the God of the Undead. This is a special announcement. We hope all players will continue to strive.]
[Your guild has been upgraded to seven stars. All guild members receive MP +10000.]
[Your guild has been upgraded to eight stars. All guild members receive Luck +1.]
After killing the God of the Undead, Alan's guild leveled up twice.
Not only that, Alan's Infamy Value was cleared. This was the perk of killing a god.
"Soul Gathering List, collect!" Alan summoned the Soul Gathering List, and a mighty force emanated from it, enveloping the God of the Undead with absolute power.
"What is this? I don't want to go in!" The God of the Undead's soul struggled frantically, but it was futile.
The mighty power of the Soul Gathering List couldn't be resisted by anyone below a sage, let alone a god who had already died.
Despite the God of the Undead's unwillingness, he couldn't escape the fate of being collected into the Soul Gathering List.
The Soul Gathering List finally had its first god.
At the same time, the Godslayer Mark fluctuated, clearly because Alan had killed a new god.
[Godslayer Mark: God-level.]
[Effect 1: You will not be affected by divine power.]
[Effect 2: Each time you kill a god, you can take one of their powers.]
[Currently slain gods: Ice Goddess (You are immune to ice damage and negative effects), God of the Undead (You can enslave the souls of those you kill, lasting thirty days, with a maximum of one million)]
Compared to before, there was a new effect.
This effect was quite powerful.
It was much stronger than the Undead Resurrection Scroll he had before.
He could enslave the souls of those he killed, with a maximum of one million.
In other words, Alan could quickly create an army of a million undead, and the stronger the beings he killed, the stronger their souls would be.
Even if the combat power of the souls wasn't as strong as when they were alive, a million in number would still lead to a qualitative change!
Alan muttered, "Impressive. I was worried about breaking through Starcity before, but now, Starcity, are you ready to be baptized by the undead army?"
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