Ascending the Heavens as an Evil God

"Who are you three?!"

"The Sacred Catacombs is guarded by our four organizations. What do you intend to do?"

"We are…"

Gu Nan naturally wasn’t interested in knowing who exactly was guarding the Sacred Catacombs. Anyhow, his goal was inside; it had nothing to do with the people guarding it outside.

Gu Nan practically slaughtered everyone who tried to block his way. Finally, Sylvia couldn’t bear to watch this anymore and revealed a trace of her divine aura. From then on, no one dared to trouble them.

But now they were curious about a new question—exactly which Highness would actually be interested in the Sacred Catacombs of the Undead?

No matter how “legendary” Legend Rank necromancers were, they were still mere mortals. How could they be important enough to warrant a god descending here?

In a place like the Undead Kingdom, it was very likely that the god would be using their true bodies to descend rather than just a saint clone!

Gu Nan didn’t pay any attention to these people’s attitude. He reached the entrance of the Sacred Catacombs and created a strange symbol with the power of shadows, which landed on the cave entrance.

This symbol perfectly combined with the original symbol on the entrance, forming a brand new inscription.

Then Gu Nan gently waved his hand and actually divided that inscription in two, sending one to either side of the entrance so that the cave’s luminescence slowly dimmed.

Only when Gu Nan and his two companions entered the cave did he casually close the door.

"Is that the Tatton language?" After entering the Sacred Catacombs, Sylvia searched her memory for that previous inscription and finally remembered. It was the superimposition of the Tatton characters for "life" and "death."

"To be precise, it's the ancient Tatton language," Gu Nan corrected absentmindedly. "The Living Dead, Count Fersen, was a Tattonian. He was the one who left that character at the entrance.”

Fersen was from the Middle Ages, so the language he used was already considered ancient. But in Sylvia's eyes, of course there was no difference between ancient and modern Tatton languages.

She already existed long before the first Tattonians appeared.

Of the nine entrances, the entrance corresponding to the Living Dead’s tomb was considered relatively easy to unlock. To put it bluntly, it was just superimposing two characters, then artificially removing part of the lines.

As long as someone knew Count Fersen was a Tattonian and then guessed this puzzle’s general train of thought, it wasn’t hard to solve.

Wu Gui remained silent, but her gaze gradually turned serious as she looked around cautiously. According to Gu Nan, what she needed was inside here.

But her caution was basically useless because Gu Nan knew this place like his own backyard.

The Tattonians were very famous for their necromantic technology. They were necromancers who specialized in alchemy, so Fersen’s tomb had a large number of alchemical creations.

Traps, stone statues, and even homunculus maids—one after another, a whole bunch of things that couldn’t be seen in the Myriad Heavens Universe appeared in front of Gu Nan and his group.

But these defenses were as useful as a piece of paper. Under Gu Nan's "brilliant leadership," the three didn’t even pause their footsteps and reached the deepest part of the tomb as if they were taking a stroll.

"This is it." Gu Nan pointed to the coffin on the ground.

Fersen’s coffin was very strange. The left and right sides were actually different: the left side was made of dark red wood, while the right side was made of some sort of special crystal.

"Fersen was half-living and half-dead. Half of his body was human, but the other half had already started turning into an undead, and he actually remained in this state for years on end," Gu Nan knew Fersen’s situation like the back of his hand.

Living Dead Fersen was quite a legendary character in the game’s backstory. He wasn’t at all inferior to Sandro, the necromancer people worshiped as a demigod.

When Fersen was alive, he practically conquered the entire plane by himself. His undead empire had already taken control of half the continent. Although he ultimately lost to the Lionheart Queen, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

In contrast, although people made Sandro sound so incredible, the largest territory he ever had was only the size of three dukedoms. Most of his merits were academic in nature.

Merely in terms of pushing forward the progress of necromantic magic, Sandro was indeed number one since time immemorial, with seven or eight different milestones, each in a different field.

Wu Gui had little interest in the history of the World of Gods. Her gaze never left that coffin, while Gu Nan had already opened it with a flourish.

Like he said, a corpse with distinctly different left and right sides was laid out in front of the trio.

"Do I take his origin?" Wu Gui stared at Fersen’s corpse and asked after some thought.

She no longer doubted that this person possessed the law of fusion she wanted, but she still wasn't sure how to extract it.

"The dude has been dead for almost 100,000 years, what origin is there?" Gu Nan rolled his eyes. "You can just take the whole coffin away. But be careful—the corpse will quickly decay after leaving the Sacred Catacombs."

Wu Gui didn't retort and just nodded silently. She wasn’t worried about the corpse rotting away. Since the Sacred Catacombs of the Undead could preserve the corpse, so could she.

After getting Fersen’s corpse, Gu Nan didn't dally any longer and walked directly towards the back of the tomb.

"Norris has slept for so many years. It's time to wake him up," Gu Nan mumbled while walking.

Sylvia was suddenly wide-awake. She pointed at Gu Nan and exclaimed, "So you really do want to wake up Norris!"

Gu Nan turned his head back with a smile. "I never denied it either."

Sylvia's expression sank slightly when she heard that. "Since you know Norris is here, you should’ve informed the public. Norris is the gods’ public enemy. Unless… Unless you want to cooperate with him?!"

This Goddess of Shadows really did have a wild imagination. Gu Nan couldn’t help correcting her, “I’ll kill him.”

In fact, in terms of identity, Gu Nan was more suited to be called the gods’ public enemy rather than the Mirror God—after all, he was the gods’ natural enemy, while Norris only became an enemy later in life.

But for the sake of Gu Nan's Evil Value, he could only wrong the Mirror God a little and have him become exp.

Sylvia didn’t speak again, but her gaze shifted slightly. She clearly didn’t believe Gu Nan, or at least she didn’t believe he had the ability to kill Norris.

She was already mulling over the possibility that if Norris truly was still alive and if Gu Nan died in the other party's hands, then she would escape this place immediately and spread the news.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the Sacred Catacombs of the Undead was a special place, she would’ve gone outside to deliver the news right then and there. But she also knew that Gu Nan most certainly wouldn’t let her go out now.

They didn’t even take two steps further when she saw Gu Nan suddenly stop, take out the Cain’s Left Hand he retrieved from Shana, and stab it into the ground.

Just how terrifying was Gu Nan’s strength? A crack actually appeared in the Sacred Catacombs, which was built from countless mysterious runes, while the somewhat withered Cain’s Left Hand showed signs of fracturing.

But this was already enough.

An inexplicable aura circled around the interior of the Sacred Catacombs, followed by a faint sigh. "I never thought someone would actually find this place…"

"Norris!" Sylvia instantly recognized this voice—young and calm, yet with a hint of madness.