Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Hmph.

The old man curled his lips.

Seeing this scene, many subordinate Death Heralds also showed a look of disdain.

What an act.

As if they were really like some dignified and pure nuns.

But in fact.

The disdain in the eyes of the Death Heralds quickly turned into lust. They unabashedly fixed their gazes on the exaggerated figures of those Shadow Nuns across from them.

Yes, these Shadow Nuns, wrapped in black nun outfits, had voluptuous and curvy figures. Each of them had an extremely sexy and hot body that made people feel thirsty just by looking at them.

Such figures were obviously not compatible with being a nun.

Moreover, the Death Heralds were well aware of how these nuns obtained their smooth skin, fair complexion, and voluptuous figures. They specialized in hunting married women, believing that all love was the temptation of "carnal sins" and the origin of depravity.

How many originally loving young couples and happy families had fallen victim to their hands.

Those women who had lost their "virginity" were all killed by them in the name of purification, absorbing their life force, thus giving these Shadow Nuns their current eternal youth and beauty.

Sooner or later, they would have to fiercely press these hypocritical nuns under their bodies!

This was actually the dream of many people in the Syndicate.

The old man restrained the heat in his body and returned to the main topic. These Shadow Nuns were still indispensable teammates for the Death Heralds at the moment.

"Miss Natalie, since there is a 'first kill' rule in the Dungeon, we can no longer just stand by and watch."

"When the next new Dungeon area opens, I hope the Death Heralds can join hands with the nuns of the Shadow Tribe to seize the divine artifacts of the next area before the Animal Gang does."

The Shadow Nuns deeply despised men.

Under normal circumstances, they would never join hands with these Death Heralds, whom they equally despised and loathed.

But now. The bloody example of the Bloody Hand Gang was still fresh in their minds.

The power of the divine artifacts was immense.

If they let the Animal Gang obtain a few more pieces, this snowball would only grow bigger and bigger. By then, even their Shadow Tribe might not be able to protect themselves.

"Alright, just this once, I will personally take action. At that time, I hope... Evan, as the 'Demon King', you can also go to the ruins with us."

The "Demon King" mentioned by the Grand Bishop referred to the old man in front of her, the leader of the Death Heralds.

Don't be fooled by this short and unimpressive-looking old man who seemed to be advanced in years. He was a genuine fourth-tier mage, and there were even rumors that he had already touched the threshold of the fifth tier, the legendary "Archmage".

It was precisely because of this that he could become the leader of this group of black mages, the Death Heralds, and even had the powerful title of the King of Magic Power, abbreviated as the "Demon King".

The old man chuckled, clasped his hands behind his back, and naturally agreed.

When it came to divine artifacts, he didn't trust anyone else's subordinates. He had to personally take action.

Moreover, he had already made full preparations for this.

The monsters in the ruins, as far as they could see, were all undead creatures, and the field they specialized in as black mages just so happened to include necromancy.

So in Evan's view, this Dungeon ruins was simply a big gift specifically for the Death Heralds, no different from being handed to them for free.

Evan considered himself to be unrivaled in necromancy throughout the entire Mage Nation. As the Demon King who had long ago mastered this field, for him, this Dungeon ruins filled with undead was no different from going home.

The reason why he was still putting on an act now, pretending to come and form an alliance with these nuns of the Shadow Tribe, was firstly to guard against those damn lucky dogs from the Animal Gang who had taken the lead in obtaining the divine artifacts.

The second reason, of course, was…

Evan watched those black-robed nuns leave, his eyes flickering with coldness.

Cooperation? Equally dividing the divine artifacts? What a joke!

Now that the Bloody Hand Gang was gone. As long as we wiped out the Shadow Tribe, only the Death Heralds would be left to dominate the Syndicate.

As for the Animal Gang. They are just a bunch of brainless hotheads. No matter how much power they were given, there was no need to fear them.

And… that dangerous body...

Evan had to admit that he had indeed been coveting the bodies of those nuns for a long time. Those damn surging curves were hard for any man to resist.

The next time a new area of the ruins opened, it would be the time for my Death Heralds to rise.

Of course. It would also be the time to let these nuns have a good taste of depravity!

Just as Evan and many others in the Syndicate were eagerly anticipating the new area of the ruins, Reji, as the mastermind behind the scenes, naturally couldn't let the "players" down.

Seeing that the Dungeon ruins had already attracted enough attention and interest in the Syndicate, Reji felt that it was time to slightly lower the main course.

The novice level floor seemed to be a bit too easy indeed.

For the official Dungeon areas that would require "stone tablet fragments" as payment, Reji decided that in addition to adding things like random teleportation rooms, pit traps, treasure chest monsters, and poisonous miasma, he needed to add some extra monsters as well.

Just in time.

By coming into contact with the beastmen race and successfully gaining their goodwill and trust, Reji had unlocked new buildings and monster troops in the "Atlas system" and "Home system".

Among them, there were two beastmen-exclusive "monster" buildings that successfully caught Reji's attention.

They were, Goblin Burrow.

And, Slime Breeding Ground.