Chapter 613: The Revived King of the Undead?

Legend has it that Oscar, the King of the Undead, once had a city in the material plane where everyone worshipped him. The inhabitants of this city, named Mord, were all his followers, a fact that filled him with pride.
But that was when he was still a demon prince. In pursuit of greater power, Oscar turned his attention to the realm of the undead. Through countless cruel live experiments, he uncovered the secrets of “living dead” and became notorious across the multiverse for deriving pleasure from the suffering of living beings. He then claimed to be the creator of the undead and indeed created a type of being with peculiar traits—extradimensional creatures that did not originate naturally from negative energy planes.
During this time, Oscar became the King of the Undead and acquired dominion over realms related to death and the undead. This made the people of Mord unable to accept it. Under the scheming of certain individuals, they collectively converted to worship the Three Gods of Light, led by the Lord of Dawn, who symbolized glory and justice.
This rebellion in Mord enraged Oscar, who, despite the threats from the Three Gods of Light, transported the entire city to a demi-plane where the sun could never be seen. As punishment, he transformed all its inhabitants into strange beings that existed between the living and the dead. Whenever dawn came, they fell into deep sleep, only to awaken after the sun set.
What happened to the city afterward remains a mystery, as soon as he moved it to the demi-plane, revenge from the Three Gods of Light struck him.
Rumors also suggest that the other two demon kings of the Abyss were plotting against him. With enemies on all sides, Oscar faced an unprecedented death threat. Even with powers comparable to those of higher gods, he could not confront so many rivals at once.
Both in the past and now, the three giants of the Abyss have been mortal enemies, each striving to become the Lord of the Abyss and rule it all. It is said that by obtaining this title and gaining the recognition of the Abyssal Will, one can achieve a supreme godly status beyond even higher gods.
Thus, under the direct attacks of the Three Gods of Light and the covert assaults of his two old rivals, Oscar, once one of the mighty three giants of the Abyss, suffered unprecedented blows. Among the various rumors about that battle, it is certain that Oscar was severely injured and disappeared.

But whether this King of the Undead has truly fallen or is hiding in some corner of the universe waiting to return remains unknown even to the three glorious gods and the two demon kings who were directly involved in that battle. It should be noted that bringing down a being of the upper god level is no easy task—though not impossible, who knows how much preparation and hidden strength such gods possess? Donald couldn’t help but speculate that this might well be one of the King of the Undead’s hidden bases! “If that’s the case, this King of the Undead is truly ingenious—cleverly setting up a passage in the Main World!” Donald couldn’t help but praise him. After all, even beings like the three Abyssal Kings wouldn’t dare to descend to the Main World lightly. The Main World isn’t as vast as the outer realms of nothingness; even true gods can’t oversee the infinite void, making it easy to carry out secret operations. If those demonic giants from the Abyss wanted to descend in physical form or as projections to the Main World, not only would the demon lords who constantly covet their king’s position and their own subordinates stand in the way, but even the gods of the Main World would never allow them to interfere. Any move they made would surely draw the attention of many powerful beings, turning any secret operation into an open secret! Moreover, Oscar has been missing for thousands of years, while the Ash Forest has existed for at least tens of thousands of years—these times don’t align, so no one connects the two! Until his discoveries today. After thinking this through and piecing together all the pieces, Donald hesitated none before unleashing the Destroyer Avatar. If it was a fallback left by a being of the upper god level, then even if its power had declined, it would still be at least at the level of a mid-tier god! After all, it was only with the protection of this Destroyer Avatar, possessing the strength of a top-tier mid-tier god, that he dared to explore inside! An incarnation would inevitably be pressured by the chaotic and evil wills in this realm, so to maintain clear thinking, it’s best to focus on resisting the intrusion of external wills. But the Destroyer Avatar, as a puppet-like existence without a soul, isn’t affected by chaos, evil, or such wills. Since it has no faction affiliation, there’s no risk of factional bias. Even without adding a separate will to it, the Destroyer Avatar’s own strength is sufficient to match that of a top-tier mid-tier god in combat!

At this time, over this half-plane suspected to be Moore’s, a gloomy sky as if covered by dark clouds hung overhead. This must be the day here!
The entire city was plunged into silence; not even the slightest sound of insects could be heard. Donald didn’t mind this—it made it easier for him to explore the area.
After sensing the surroundings of the city, Donald headed straight to the central square. Seeing what was there, it was obvious that this was indeed the place he was looking for!
On the large square paved with hard stones stood a massive statue—or perhaps “fat” would be a more appropriate description.
This statue, towering a hundred feet high, resembled an evil and obese humanoid creature, with thick goat-like legs, a withered ram’s head, huge black wings, and a thick tail covered in spikes.
This was the image of the King of Undead, once widely known across various layers of the multiverse. Now, Donald was certain that this must be one of the backups Oscar had prepared—though he wasn’t sure if it was the only one.
Just as Donald and the Destroyer Statue arrived at the square, the strange, small statues surrounding Oscar’s statue, which had been guarding their master in a formation, suddenly began to tremble, their surfaces cracking apart.
Donald was familiar with this scene—he had watched several movies about ancient tombs in his past life, where the accompanying statues or figurines could come to life as monsters to attack people!
As he had expected, after the stone surfaces of these monster statues cracked, they shed their shells and transformed into living monsters, roaring and lunging at Donald.
These monsters were generally at the Gold level in terms of strength—not strong enough to pose a threat to Donald. But if only his clones were here, it would be troublesome, as there were still four monster leaders of legendary strength directing the attack.
However, with the Destroyer Statue by his side, these monsters posed no threat at all. His only concern was whether Oscar’s statue could also come back to life like its servants.