"What was that noise?"

Constantine raised his head while wiping a mouthful of Spawned beast blood mana with his right hand. The current image of him was no different from a child wiping their runny nose. His pair of bloodshot eyes sank as he stared at the gloomy forest and said to himself: "Boss shouldn't have encountered any danger, right?"

"No way! I should go take a look!"

Immediately after, Constantine lifted up his huge machete and started running towards the noise.

Behind him was a large mountain of spawned beast corpses that were all decapitated at the neck. There was so much blood that it had formed a pool on the ground.

The ferocious-looking beast on the back of his bald head had undergone some minute changes.

Two fierce-looking fangs were revealed, making the image even my terrifying to behold - It was like an ancient, ominous god had appeared.

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Maxwell was hiding his own aura while shuttling through the forest. He wanted to see what kind of huge monster was capable of killing all three of his iron puppets in mere moments of each other.

He was extremely pissed that three of his killing machines had been broken!

He was anticipating his three machines to continue reaping XP for himself. One of the main reasons for entering Eden was to repair them so that they could continue supporting his growth.

Who would've thought they would be instakilled!

Like a shadow blending in with the wind, he was shuttling through the forest at high speeds.

In about two hours, he started slowing his speed down.

It's not that he didn't want to maintain his fast speed, but he wasn't able to.

As he got closer, his mind and sea of consciousness were being affected by the strong killing intent. This killing intent was similar to an oppressive pressure that was trying to crush his body. It was extremely uncomfortable to endure.

To the point where he was able to hear the Vampire Blade's ringing sound of excitement.

Dracula's World Of Slaughter - Myriad blades shall slaughter and destroy everything!

This was the world of slaughter within the Vampire Blade. The type of atmosphere where a myriad of blades struck through the nine heavens, and the momentum of cutting all living beings was extremely majestic, causing fear to any existence.

When Maxwell started recalling the piles of corpses stretching thousands of meters high like a mountain, and the blood that flowed like a river, his heart couldn't help but start trembling.

It wasn't exactly fear but a sensation beyond his imagination!

The killing intent he was experiencing right now was a bit different from the killing intent released by the Vampire Blade.

The former contained a trace of cruel violence.

The Vampire Blade's murderous aura was due to its domineering nature, where it portrayed itself as the world's number one.

The two were different, but it didn't affect the resonance formed between them. In simpler terms, one could say that the Vampire Blade was like a tiger shark that smelled the scent of blood and started greedily absorbing the killing intent from the depths of the forest.

Maxwell was trying hard to restrain himself from focusing on the Vampire Blade because he was afraid that his mind would once again be trapped in Dracula's world of slaughter. He currently still cannot destroy the blade's will, so once he enters its world, his mind will most likely be taken over, making him a mindless killing machine.

Thinking about how arrogant and domineering the Vampire Wild Blade was, Maxwell started becoming excited. "Sooner or later, I will force you to yield to me, and by that time, let's see how you'll act wildly in front of me!"

Maxwell gently exhaled as he carefully went forward one step at a time.

He had almost arrived at the source of the killing intent.

He could already hear a loud breathing noise. Just from its breathing, one could imagine how fierce this spawned beast was.

One step, two steps...

Brushing the leaves away, a large open space was revealed.

The surrounding was filled with strands of coagulated blood like a spider web. It covered the trees, the ground, and even the boulders. There were strands of dark red blood everywhere.

This place was filled with the limbs and leftovers of spawned beasts.

This scene was extremely bloody, just like what hell would look like if it were drenched in blood.

Anyone who saw this place would become nauseous. Maxwell was trying to hold back from throwing up and didn't dare to make a single move. His eyes then focused on an area not too far away...

Suddenly, Maxwell became excited!

"It's a boss! A boss!"

"A Below gold rank spawned beast, Walking Dead Lord!"

It was over two meters tall, and its entire body was dark colored like fine iron. Beneath its dark skin were bright red veins where one could clearly see the flow of its blood. A pair of fangs protruded from its mouth that was at least ten centimetres long. The sharpness of its fangs gave off a cold white light. Each exhale of it would produce a burst of white gas from its nostrils, and the leaves the gas touched would start withering before turning into ash.

The white gas it exhaled was filled with poison.

The most noticeable thing was that it had six eyes. The eyes practically covered the entire face, which was extremely terrifying to behold.

The killing intent fluctuations from its body were in sync with each time it exhaled.

"The killing intent was actually released from its body. Are zombies even considered spawned beasts?"

"Does it have a beast core?"

Maxwell was asking himself. He couldn't help clenching his fists while staring at the Walking Dead Lord surrounded by a golden glow. He then said to himself, "I really want to kill it."

Wanting was one thing, but Maxwell was absolutely not its opponent at all.

Back then, at the battle arena, the Volcanic Gecko had reached the strength of a below gold rank spawned beast, but it was still technically an above silver rank spawned beast. The strength it exhibited and the true strength of a below gold rank spawned beast was still a very big difference.

This time, it was a true above gold rank spawned beast and one that had a strange killing intent.

Someone at level 6 silver rank is definitely not their opponent!

The level difference in strength was too much.

If he were to level up to level 5 silver rank... Maybe, Maxwell grinned and bit his lips as his heart was filled with pain. One of the most painful things in life was looking at a boss whom one didn't have the ability to kill. What was more painful than that to an otaku?

The Walking Dead Lord hadn't noticed Maxwell.

It was currently playing with Deathscythe's arm before lightly tearing off its head. It then shoved its entire head into its mouth and started chewing.

A big chunk of fine iron was being chewed with loud crunching sounds as if it were eating a hard candy.

After chewing for a while and finding there was no flavour, it spat out scraps of fine iron onto the ground. Maxwell was perplexed by this and said to himself, "What sort of toothpaste do you use? How can your teeth be that strong?"

It picked up what was left of Deathscythe's body and lightly tossed it away.

"Bam!"

Deathscythe, who weighed several thousand pounds, was easily tossed dozens of meters away before smashing into a huge tree and toppling it. One could see how powerful this Walking Dead Lord was!

The Walking Dead Lord then arrived next to Wing and started playing with it. When it realised it didn't taste good either, it angrily started mashing the several thousand pounds of fine iron. Wing was then turned into a big iron ball.

"Too perverted! Its power is way too crazy!"

Maxwell was originally eager to test this boss out to see its attack power. At least then, he could estimate the difference in strength and come back after levelling up to kill it.

But now he had completely given up.

The strength of this beast was too perverted.

Suddenly, Maxwell's eyes tightened while carefully retreating. He then said to himself, "I'll take care of you in a few days."

Seeing that he couldn't kill the boss... He could only endure for now!

There's no way Maxwell was going to pass over this chance upon encountering the Walking Dead Lord. And he was also quite interested in this zombie king's killing intent.

"I'll withdraw for now."

Maxwell was extremely quiet while retreating. He was just about to leap up onto a tree and quickly leave this place, when at this time...

Constantine ran up with a sweaty face and a foolish grin. He then loudly shouted: "Boss, so you're here!"

The Walking Dead Lord immediately turned, and all six eyes stared in Maxwell's direction.

Maxwell's heart immediately froze.

"Damn!"

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