Aegean Calendar Year 141, July 4th, early morning, no wind.
A mist, as light as smoke, gently floated over the Southern Cross Star Forest.
After enjoying a night of sweet and comfortable dark dreams, all the Underworld Clan faced the most unbearable time of the day---------the rising of the red sun.
The temporary dwelling place of the Underworld Clan was a valley basin stretching over a hundred miles, surrounded by quiet mountain forests with dense trees.
From the geological appearance, this place should be a historical relic left from a crustal movement, with ancient jagged rocks and low waterfalls, where a tribe of Basin Elves once lived for many years. However, after the Fallen Elves occupied this place, within just a few months, it was transformed into the base of the Underworld Clan’s army.
The "Space-Time Rift" spanning across both sides of the valley provided an excellent channel for these interdimensional creatures coming to prey on the Aegean.
Compared to the high-level great demons, who dislike but are not afraid of the Sunlight Punishment, after sunrise, most Netherworld Beasts obediently retreated to the depths of the dense forest; beneath the dark shadows of each ancient towering tree, whether it was the horned demon wielding a giant spiked hammer or the four-armed Nahodar holding a giant javelin, they lay down in unison among the bone piles, trying to curl up their massive bodies, adjusting to the best angle to avoid the star-like sunlight filtering through the treetops.
The blood-soaked sauce-red earth was their most comfortable bed, but the sunshine overhead was so annoying.
This combination of paradise and hell, half water and half fire, left every member of the Underworld Clan at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
On their muscular bodies, bursting clusters of boils and sores like bunches of grapes signified the suffering brought by sunlight. As they waved their hands from time to time, countless horseflies and houseflies buzzed into the air, circling a few times before landing once again on their tattered skin, greedily sucking blood and pus.
The continuous slapping sound and low curses were the only remaining main melody at this moment.
No one expected that the first to resist the Underworld Clan’s invasion of the Aegean Continent wasn’t the Dragon Clan or the human Magic Tutors, but small insects like flies and horseflies!
Apart from these annoying flies chasing after sores, every morning when they woke, a group of plump, bouncing, yet flightless large spotted mosquitoes would gather around all the Underworld Clan, crawling chaotically on the ground! Latest content published on novel·fıre·net
One slap would result in a handful of blood!
This horrifying scene was hard to bear even for the most thick-skinned of the Underworld Clan.
The Underworld Clan that followed the Blood River Commander to the Aegean Continent this time, even those at the lowest level were advanced Netherworld Beasts. Back in the deathly Netherworld, each was a renowned local tyrant. How could they have ever suffered such aggravation?
In the Netherworld, there was neither the annoying sunlight nor the pesky mosquitoes and flies!
In this unfamiliar region, perhaps the only friend to the Underworld Clan was the dense tree canopy that blocked out the sky----------even if a patch of sunlight fell on a Netherworld Beast, the result would be a massive boil gushing with blood moments later, accompanied by a scorching pain and an unbearable itching that made them want to scratch it open!
To offset the damage sunlight inflicted on their bodies, the Underworld Clan could only rely on feasting to compensate to the greatest extent!
Nirwinke, the Blood River Commander, leaned against a towering beech tree, over a hundred meters tall and with an exaggerated diameter, enjoying a delicious breakfast while cursing the damn sunlight.
Even though it was just the morning sun, the star-like spots of light filtering through the dense foliage made the beloved child of the Underworld God feel unbearably irritable.
If it weren’t for this sunlight, how could the Underworld Clan’s army be limited to such a small number?
If it weren’t for this sunlight, why would Ingricheba, the first commander in control of the Soul River, and Ruikadontomb, the second commander in control of the Bone River, strongly oppose his acts of revenge?
"Each region has its characteristics, just like the omnipresent ’Corpse Accumulation Gas’ in the Netherworld pushes the Aegean Natives into an inescapable abyss. So too does the sunlight that nourishes all life on the Aegean Continent, acclaimed as Emperor Polo’s blessing to all living beings, serve as an unparalleled cruel punishment for us Netherworld creatures!" Ruikadontomb, the second commander of the Bone River, warned Nirwinke thus: "To attack the enemy with one’s own weakness while taking on their strength is an extremely foolish act, Blood River Commander, are you underestimating your opponent?"
"For countless millennia, we of the Underworld Clan have never forged a space-time channel to the Main Material World! It’s not that we can’t, but that we dare not! Have you forgotten the Underworld God’s warning? What you are doing is simply taking a gamble! You’re bringing a catastrophe upon our Underworld Clan!" Ingricheba, the first commander in control of the Soul River, reproached Nirwinke outright: "Once the creatures of the Main Material World reach the Netherworld through the space-time channel you’ve opened, who can predict the consequences? Who will take responsibility?"
"I don’t care about you!" This was the Blood River Commander’s response.
Nominally speaking, the three commanders of the Netherworld are all beloved children of the Underworld God. Although the two commanders said they wouldn’t help, Nirwinke still believed that as things heated up, the two brothers would definitely not be able to resist coming to the Aegean to claim a share of the spoils.
At this thought, the blood of the Blood River Commander surged and boiled uncontrollably with excitement.