Chapter 1418
Leon stared blankly as the vampire left, dragging away the living corpse of the prairie elf. Then he turned and asked Gimble a question.
"Gimble, do you have any Soul Fire?"
Damn it, these undead actually use Soul Fire for trade. Eighty thousand Soul Fire—just how much is that, anyway? They even have strict calculations. That vampire just now only handed over a single wisp of Soul Fire...
So Soul Fire is the currency here?
The Undead Plane actually has its own monetary system now?
Gimble turned his head toward Leon, looking a bit puzzled, then opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of Soul Fire.
"Of course I have Soul Fire. Without Soul Fire, how would we make any trades?
Pluto above, damn it Boddy, did you eat all the Soul Fire again?"
Leon was stunned for a moment and could only nod...
Gimble swallowed the Soul Fire again, baring his teeth with a hint of frustration.
Damn it, Boddy! How many times have I told you? We're here for the auction this time—do you even know what an auction is? Forget it, you're too dense to understand no matter how many times I explain.
What’s so good about swallowing Soul Fire? It tastes like nothing, and it just fills up my stomach. I can't eat anything else because of it. Look at me—always skinny, never able to gain weight…
Gimble leaned close to Leon, lowered his voice cautiously, and kept rambling on and on. Leon’s head was starting to ache.
Being considered a fool by an actual fool isn’t exactly a pleasant experience.
The auction upstairs continued. The second item was a black rib, supposedly from a powerful skeleton warrior.
A group of skeleton creatures immediately began bidding for it.
One hundred and twenty thousand Soul Fire.
One hundred and fifty thousand Soul Fire.
One hundred and eighty thousand Soul Fire…
Bastard, you dare compete with me? Once I get that rib, I'll rip off your head and devour your Soul Fire…
I’ll turn your bones into weapons…
The two level-40 skeleton undead quickly began to fight, but the suppression here was so intense that it looked more like two low-level skeleton soldiers brawling.
Within seconds, a five-meter-tall beast burst out of the shadows nearby. Its pitch-black skin, three snarling dog heads covered in scars, and a tail ending in a wailing demonic skull made it a terrifying sight.
A Cerberus from the Inferno. The three-headed dog charged in, each head grabbing a skeleton undead, while the middle head glared coldly at the surrounding undead and dark creatures as it slowly retreated to the edge of the room.
The two skeleton undead screamed in terror, but with their bodies pinned by the Cerberus’s claws, escape was impossible. The dog’s saliva-soaked tongue licked them from head to toe several times before it bit one of them clean in half.
The crunching sounds of breaking bones echoed throughout the hall, painfully sharp to the ear. Many skeleton undead's Soul Fire trembled with fear—this was true terror.
Cerberus from the Inferno is definitely one of the deadliest enemies of skeleton undead. They love everything about skeletons—the Soul Fire, the bones, all of it.
The Cerberus’s two heads devoured one skeleton, while the third seemed reluctant to eat the other. It pinned the skeleton’s upper body, bit off the lower half, chewed slowly, and even licked the remaining half several times before hiding it behind itself, as if saving it for later.
The Cerberus retreated into the shadows, and no undead dared to make a fuss. Leon finally understood why everyone had been so quiet since arriving here.
After the two skeletons were eaten, even the undead dragon seemed not to care. Clearly, the powers here are enough to kill that undead dragon without a second thought.
There are at least two hundred extraordinary creatures here, but not a single one dares to speak up.
The auction went on. One bizarre item after another was brought out for bidding, and none went unsold—every item found a buyer among the undead or dark creatures.
A vampire’s heart was bought by a vampire, skeleton body parts by skeletons, and the corpse of an otherworldly creature by a lich…
There were many strange things Leon couldn’t even identify, all bought by undead or dark creatures using equally bizarre, unknown items.
“A crystal slab with the power of a flying monkey.”
The skeleton hosting the auction produced another item—a milky-white crystal slab, shaped like a fragment broken off a larger slab, with one edge clearly shattered.
The crystal slab was wrapped in a piece of blackened human skin. When the skeleton peeled it away, a faint glow slowly spread, though the light was suppressed, unable to escape the surface of the slab.
Even so, many undead and dark creatures instinctively stood up. The pure power of light was absolutely the most hated force among all the beings here.
Flying monkey—there’s no doubt that means angel. Only angels provoke such instinctive disgust here, because their bodies, blood, and power are all made of holy light.
Of all the branches of light’s power, only the holy light provokes instinctive aversion in undead and dark creatures.
But the power emanating from this slab seemed even purer than holy light—just pure, unadulterated light, with no variation at all.
Leon’s expression turned odd. An auction in the Undead Plane was already strange enough, but now they were selling a light-based artifact—and it didn’t seem ordinary…
Leon carefully sensed the power emanating from the broken crystal slab and felt something special. The slab was very strange, with a lot of oddities inside.
No matter how he tried, the power from the slab was just pure light—no heat, no holy purification, nothing else.
It was simply pure light, which was bizarre. The difference between light and darkness is huge; darkness can be pure, but light never is, because its branches and deviations are much greater.
Leon frowned in thought, but around him, undead creatures had already started bidding…
Three Soul Crystals.
The level-47 vampire made the first bid.
Not far away, the undead dragon lowered its head, staring at the broken crystal and letting out a deep growl.
“Sapphiron’s left middle finger bone, plus the Naorisar Icefield.”
The vampire’s face darkened, sneering at the undead dragon.
“Naorisar—the left middle finger bone of the Frost Undead Dragon Progenitor. You’d really trade that for one of those flying monkey artifacts? Aren’t you afraid of being hunted by every frost bone dragon out there?”
The undead dragon slowly turned its head, the Soul Fire in its eye sockets burning fiercely. It stared at the vampire for a few seconds before finally speaking.
“Vlad, if you want to keep your stinking heart, shut your filthy mouth.”
The vampire sneered, baring his fangs and raising his bid.
Three Soul Crystals, plus my soul.
The undead dragon fell silent, growling in its throat and sitting quietly. Yet the Soul Fire in its eye sockets seemed ready to erupt—anyone could feel its anger.
The soul of a level-47 dark creature is worth far more than the undead dragon’s territory or that finger bone.
The farmer skeleton hosting the auction adjusted his tattered felt hat, the Soul Fire in his deep eye sockets flickering gently.
Vlad, unless you want a city guard executioner to drive a holy blood stake through your chest, you’d better get lost.
Vlad’s expression changed slightly, and a ghost in the distance began shrieking with laughter.
Vlad, you fool! You think nobody here knows you’re one of the vampire progenitors? Soul? You have a soul? Filthy idiot…
Vlad smiled, slowly stood up, and with a faint smile, turned to leave.
Leon squinted as he watched Vlad’s departing figure, suddenly understanding a lot. Vlad—now that was a name clearly recorded in history.
One of the vampire progenitors—a terrifying figure. His descendants exist not only in the Undead Plane but also in Northend World.
The soul of a level-47 dark creature is indeed precious in the Undead Plane, but as a vampire progenitor, Vlad has no soul. He made a wild bid and wasn’t killed, showing that vampires hold significant power here.
Killing a vampire progenitor isn’t as easy as killing those lucky skeleton undead who reach Sky Rank. There are plenty of skeleton undead in the Undead Plane—even level-40 ones can die and no one will care…
Vlad left the auction, but Leon felt something was off. Vlad had looked over four times—he clearly noticed something.
But now, Leon had no time to worry about that. He finally understood the power radiating from the crystal slab fragment.
It was the power of the rules of light—the purest light, just light itself! The most basic and fundamental power of light.