A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1787 - 489 Legendary Ability: Impermanence of Life and Death

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Matthew calmly observed the black goat perched upon the rocky mountain.

The creature gave him a feeling of such familiarity, even though black goats often shared similar faces and figures.

But Matthew instantly recognized the true origin of this fellow—

"Shepherd Consonia?!"

He whispered the black goat's true name.

This devil was once the lord of "Seamless Island" in Morgan's Purgatory, forcibly killed by Soria for the destruction of Margaret's Purgatory Trip.

Afterwards,

Even Morgan himself got entangled.

Logically, Consonia should have been long dead.

But now she stood before Matthew, her aura even more sinister than before!

A sense of unease began to well up within Matthew.

However, just a few seconds later,

Matthew suppressed that unease—

He knew it was not his own emotion, but the small tricks of demons, designed to manipulate the heart.

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"I recognize you..."

The black goat, Consonia, turned half her face toward Matthew:

"You are that small mage who once followed Soria."

"I was quite impressed by you at that time."

"You have an excitingly rich scent about you, one that drives one close to madness, wanting to destroy you completely..."

"Your flesh must be very delicious..."

As they spoke,

Drip-drip-drip sounds suddenly came from the rocks—

The black goat's saliva continuously dropped down, forming a Little Stream in an exaggerated manner!

An unprecedented sense of fear loomed over the cavern.

At that moment,

Matthew noticed that the expressions of Taurens Konda and Melinda had become unnaturally strained.

Their bodies shivered more or less.

They were under the influence of the "Fear Aura!"

Konda was one thing,

But Melinda struggling so hard was somewhat surprising to Matthew.

Immediately,

Without thinking, he barked sharply,

"A mere fake dares to call itself a Purgatory Lord?"

"I don't know how you resurrected, but you, now, exhibit too weak a root of evil, at best you're an Intermediate demon."

"So gluttonous, aren't you afraid of chipping a tooth?"

Before the echo of his words faded,

Death's Touch suddenly emerged from the rocky wall.

Sequential tendrils wrapped tightly around the black goat and twisted together with force, squeezing the black goat like a shrinking sponge out of shape.

Quickly,

A large pool of blood and pus appeared on the rocks.

When Death's Touch retracted,

All it brought back was a thick goat skin!

"Angering the future Lord of the Nine Hells, all you can do is pray."

"Don't misunderstand, praying will not grant you a way out."

"But it may offer you a less painful way to die."

"Hehehe..."

Consonia's mocking voice lingered long throughout the cavern.

Fear involuntarily crept onto the faces of both Melinda and Konda.

Matthew alone remained indifferent.

In his eyes,

The resurrected black goat, Consonia, no longer had the legendary strength of her Shepherd days, most likely just some great devil's hired fodder to intimidate others.

However, after having deeply explored the Celebrity Domain and understanding the role of reputation,

Matthew could comprehend their behavior.

Throwing harsh words had no cost, throw enough, and who knows, it might just work?

Moreover, the reputations and part of the powers of many strong beings were also built by threatening others.

If Matthew could throw around more threats,

His reputation would surely be higher than it was currently.

Accordingly,

The abilities associated with reputation would also get further strengthening.

"Weren't the female devils that infiltrated said to be from Barthor Purgatory?"

"As far as I know, that black goat just now came from Morgan's Purgatory!"

Seeing that Consonia had left,

Matthew couldn't help but ask the Tauren beside him.

Konda honestly answered:

"I do not know."

"All information related to this trip was conveyed to me by Master Guda."

Matthew's brow furrowed.

If Master Guda's information was correct, could it be that the Devil of Hunger had entered the Earth Core Dream ahead of them during their troubles?

But he had a native guide.

How could Aline Morgan be so quick?

Matthew didn't ponder further.

After a brief exploration of the surrounding environment, the three of them found two passages leading to the depths of the cavern.

Matthew chose one at random and proceeded.

This path took about seven to eight minutes to walk.

Ahead, a relatively open Stone Forest appeared.

The Stone Forest itself wasn't noteworthy.

But what was surprising, or rather terrifying, was the copious amount of blood flowing beneath it.

The blood seemed as real as any, obeying certain rules, threading through the Stone Forest.

Matthew bent down for a closer look.

He found intricate lines carved into the ground of the Stone Forest.

The blood followed these lines as though it were circulating through a body.

Matthew watched the flow of blood in silence,

An indescribable strangeness stirring in his heart.

"It's like a ceremonial field, but there's no trace of any ritual site."

"There's no effect besides discomfort."

"And yet the evil aura is very strong..."

While he pondered,

He suddenly looked up and saw bulging shadows in the deep darkness!

Those shadows were blood sacs, tightly bundled by some sort of vine.

The blood sacs were affixed to the stone ceiling above the Stone Forest,

Corresponding with the blood flow beneath.

"This is a ritual for summoning the Purgatory Blood River."

Melinda said with a grave tone: