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Royal Corpse looked up at the obscured sky, and the eerie smile on its chubby face froze instantly.

Upon closer inspection, its beady eyes were filled with venomous hatred.

It was this guy who repeatedly disrupted its feeding!

With that thought, Royal Corpse conjured a Hammer of the Dead, intending to clash with Charles.

Seeing this, Charles grinned and subtly altered the destructive energy within to a propulsive force.

After all, he had tried last time and couldn\'t kill it!

Whether it would die from this strike was uncertain, but it would definitely be blasted far away!

Thinking this, he used his immense mental power to hurl the colossal spear with a mighty throw.

An endless gale followed the spear, uprooting weeds and even the Overlord as it soared.

Meanwhile, Royal Corpse\'s Hammer of the Dead had also finished forming, its grotesque face twisted with malevolence.

With this hammer, that man would surely die!

The colossal spear\'s tip collided with the flesh hammer, and in an instant, Royal Corpse was sent flying far away.

Moreover, the colossal spear showed no signs of stopping, instead, its speed increased as Charles continuously infused it with Overlord power.

The spear\'s target was simple: the rift leading to the Land of the Dead. This time, Charles aimed to test if it was indeed a two-way passage.

Of course, even if it was, Charles had no intention of going there.

To put it bluntly, whether it was those returned dead or the terrifying undead creatures resulting from their mutual devouring.

Their combat power was only at the first or second tier, far below the survival threshold of the Land of the Dead!

Only something like the Royal Corpse could barely survive in that place!

If Charles entered the Land of the Dead as a living person, the scene would be unimaginable!

In just two seconds, the Royal Corpse was pinned down thousands of meters away from the rift.

Even though he hadn\'t infused the Overlord Spear with destructive energy, its inherent sharpness and accelerating speed still pierced through the Royal Corpse\'s belly.

Unfortunately, this kind of attack was destined not to kill it.

Sure enough, after just a moment, the Royal Corpse struggled to pull out the gradually shrinking Overlord Spear from its body.

The eerie smile on Royal Corpse\'s face remained, but this time it looked even more twisted.

"Roar roar roar!" It pounded its own body, and the bottomless wound began to heal at a visible rate.

Seeing the monster\'s terrifying regenerative ability, Flandre was dumbfounded, muttering incessantly about how it was impossible.

After all, the boss\'s spear was of the same level as the monster, so why hadn\'t it caused any real damage despite hitting the target?

It didn\'t make sense!

Thinking about science, Flandre couldn\'t help but pat his forehead and smile bitterly.

Ha, Flandre, you\'ve gone mad to even think about science in this crazy world.

The Overlords were also terrified, some frozen in place, others taking the opportunity to flee quickly.

"It\'s over, it\'s over! Even Boss Number One\'s terrifying skill couldn\'t kill this monster. What the hell is this thing?"

"Damn it, stop shouting and run while Boss Number One is holding it off! If we get caught and stuffed into that fatso\'s mouth, we\'ll just be adding to the chaos!"

Hearing this, most of the Overlords snapped out of it and began to flee frantically.

Only three people remained—Flandre and the other high-tier Overlords who fought until the end.

As for why there was one less...

The four of them had originally been persuaded by Charles to come to this point to fend off the monsters. But just a moment ago, while they were dodging, one of their companions was grabbed and stuffed into the big fat creature\'s mouth.

He was just a second-tier high-level Overlord, and he couldn\'t resist the devouring of the Royal Corpse.

"Boss, that bastard swallowed Johann. You have to avenge him!" Flandre shouted, seemingly treating Charles as his pillar of faith.

Charles heard this and his eyes turned icy cold.

He knew about Johann\'s death too, but at that time, he was busy dodging the Hammer of the Dead and couldn\'t react in time. Now he had one more reason to kill this creature!

He nodded toward Flandre and then summoned back his Overlord Spear. "You guys should leave quickly. This thing has thick defenses. No matter what you do, you won\'t hurt it!"

Charles\' words were very reasonable, so the other two Overlords, besides Flandre, retreated without hesitation.

They weren\'t abandoning Flandre and Charles, they just knew they couldn\'t help and would be better off getting out of the way quickly.

Seeing the two leave, Charles felt somewhat relieved.

What he feared most was being distracted by incompetent teammates. Now, with only Flandre left, who could actually be of help, it was a rare stroke of luck.

In a few blinks, Charles was by Flandre\'s side. Watching the Royal Corpse rush towards them, he couldn\'t help but ask curiously, "So, you\'re not leaving because you\'ve found its weakness, right, Flandre?"

Flandre\'s racial talent allowed him to see through flaws, so Charles figured he must have spotted the creature\'s weakness.

Flandre heard this and smiled bitterly, shaking his head. "Boss, I haven\'t found its weakness yet. My Overlord talent has a special skill: when I\'m within two meters of my opponent, I can instantly see its weak points."

"But as you know, my combat abilities as an Overlord aren\'t that great. I usually need a lot of minions to back me up. Now that you\'re here, Boss.

Maybe I have a chance to help you kill that fat bastard together!"

Listening to Flandre\'s words, Charles uncharacteristically fell silent.

Because this kid\'s actions showed that his trust in Charles had surpassed the fear of death!

"Alright, I\'ll take you in for a close observation of this Royal Corpse. Once you find its weakness, I\'ll finish it off with a big move!" Charles agreed, lifting Flandre with one hand.

Charles bit his own finger and pressed it onto Flandre\'s head. With the infusion of the Blood of the Overlord, Flandre\'s bloodline began to slowly change.

The Zerg Overlord, aside from its terrifying bloodline power and corresponding exclusive weapon, also had a fearsome infectivity.

Flandre\'s trust in him—could it be considered as one hundred percent trust?

"I\'ll leave a portion of my bloodline power in you temporarily, otherwise, your body would shatter from the speed of our movement." Seeing Flandre\'s puzzled look, Charles explained slowly.

Flandre nodded upon hearing this, feeling the terrifying power inside him. He revered Charles almost as divine.

What kind of profession is this that it\'s so powerful?

Soon, the Royal Corpse, who harbored full hatred towards Charles, charged at Charles and Flandre again with the Hammer of the Dead swinging down hard.

Charles moved swiftly, dragging Flandre behind him and appearing rapidly behind the Royal Corpse. "Flandre, can you see its weakness?"

"Boss, give me half a minute. This spell needs time to complete!" Flandre responded, trying hard to find his balance. His eyes began to glow with a blue light.

This was the Overlord talent of their race—the Eye of Truth

Although the name sounded impressive, it was pretty useless early on.

After all, to see through weaknesses, one had to stay within two meters for half a minute. This awkward ability had been criticized and ridiculed by many, even though its true effect was indeed terrifying.

Perhaps it was fate. The Royal Corpse was a slow-moving undead creature, and with Charles\' Overlord wings, this opportunity was created.

"Roar roar roar!" The Royal Corpse roared in anger, swinging the Hammer of the Dead wildly but hitting nothing. Finally, it simply stood still, fuming.

Charles and Flandre thought they were close to success, but suddenly the fat creature let out a strange sound.

Infernal Whisper.

Flandre, who was being held by Charles, suddenly had a twisted expression on his face. His weaker strength made him the first to be affected.

Charles frowned. Seeing Flandre still trying to use the Eye of Truth despite his agony stirred something in him.

Charles made a quick decision and immediately deafened both himself and Flandre. This way, the Infernal Whisper could only affect them through their minds.

Although the mental influence was far stronger than the distortion caused by deafness, it required time to take effect.

Whether it was the Royal Corpse or Charles and Flandre, this final battle was a race against time!

And this time, Charles won.

Blue light accurately illuminated the back of the Royal Corpse\'s head and its groin area. Before Flandre could shout out the weak points, Charles had already hung him on the top of a tree.

The back of the head and the groin, huh...

A slight smile appeared on Charles\'s lips. With a casual wave of his hand, the swarm of insects that had previously been slaughtering monsters below was now directed toward the Royal Corpse.

"Roar roar!" The Royal Corpse sensed something was wrong and tried to escape quickly.

"Too late, fool!" Charles sneered.

In the next second, countless poisonous dragons and the massive shadow of the Serpent Emperor viciously entangled the Royal Corpse.

Then, Charles personally wielded the Overlord Spear and thrust it towards the back of its head!