<h4>Chapter 647 Ruler Of The Nether?</h4>


    Vinegar quickly noticed that both wed and Duncan were not attacking to kill her. But rather to weaken and injure her.


    All their target points had been ces that would wound her. However, just because she knew about it was not enough reason for her to be strong enough to defend against theirbined assault.


    Truly, Governor Momoa had talented children and it was shown in this battle. In no time, Duncan was able to grab one of her hands and wed came with his de made of cosmic energy, slicing it off with speed and efficiency that was too fast for even her eyes.


    He had cut from the elbow downwards. Lady Vinegar screamed in pain. As she took the opportunity to also take Duncan by his neck and force a vomit of mes on his face.


    This was not enough to kill him. But it created an opportunity for her to be free. She turned in an attempt to escape but suddenly froze.


    Something did not feel right. Vinegar immediately realized what the problem was. All the while during the battle, they had been moving as they fought. However, she did not know that Duncan and wed were directing the battle such that they were now in the middle of the undead army.


    Vinegar held her bleeding arm, using some cosmic energy to ensure that it was no longer bleeding. At this time, she heard a loud voice. It was thundering andmanding. It was the voice of the undeadmander. "finally, I have you." Vinegar turned behind her and that was when she saw the Primordial beast and on top of it, the undeadmander with a smile on his face. He spoke lightly, dy Vinegar, I have a preposition for you. It concerns your father, Momoa."


    Lady Vinegar stood amidst the carnage, her body adorned with burns and cuts from the relentless assault of wed and Duncan. The pain seared through her, yet her spirit remained unyielding. She clutched her bleeding arm, remnants of her battle against the relentless duo. The undead army loomed in the distance, and the primordial beast carried the sinister undeadmander.


    The battle had taken a turn, and Vinegar could feel the weight of the undeadmander''s gaze upon her. His voice echoed through the chaos, offering a proposition that involved her father, Momoa. A knot tightened in her stomach as she listened, her mind torn between the love for her father and the looming threat of the undeadmander.


    meanwhile, lenny on theher realm had hix own hurdles. His fatigue as a result of the attack on his body was starting to take root.


    Whispers of the realm teased his senses, and he could almost feel is consciousness fade away.


    A profound challenge awaited him, one that transcended the boundaries of the physical world.


    As Vinegar faced the undeadmander''s proposition, her fiery resolve burned brighter. She squared her shoulders, locking eyes with the undeadmander. "Speak quickly, for I will not entertain games. What do you want with my father?" Her voice, though strained, carried an unwavering determination.


    The undeadmander grinned, his skeletal features contorting into a mockery of mirth. "Your father is in the waterfall city. And he is in a predicament because of his injury. I propose a deal: if you agree to join me, I will help you get back at him. Refuse, and well, you''ve seen the might of my army."


    Vinegar''s thoughts raced as she processed the malevolent bargain. The pain in her severed arm throbbed in rhythm with the uncertainty that hung in the air. She shot a fleeting nce towards the distant horizon, where the primordial beast stood as a harbinger of doom.


    With a deep breath, she rejected the undeadmander''s offer. "I''ll never serve the likes of you. My allegiance lies with those I love and the future I fight for, even though that man is an asshole that sold me out, and i do hate him, i do not desire his end."


    The undeadmander''s grin widened, revealing a cavernous darkness within. The primordial beast emitted a low growl, its eyes fixed on Vinegar. The battle-worn ghoul prepared for the next onught, knowing that her defiance had further fueled the undeadmander''s malevolence.


    "Then we do this the hard way." He responded.


    Duncan''s voice immediately resonated with cosmic energy, disorienting Vinegar as she attempted to counter their onught. wed''s blinding de of light cut through the air with precision, each strike aiming for a vulnerable spot. The duo orchestrated a dance of cosmic might, and Vinegar fought back.


    The battlefield became a canvas of cosmic shes and fiery explosions, the air crackling with otherworldly energy. wed''s sword techniques were a symphony of lethal grace, and Duncan''s cosmic voice added an eerie harmony to the chaotic melody of battle. Vinegar''s mes shed with their onught, creating a kaleidoscope of elemental forces.


    Despite her resilience, Vinegar felt the pressure mounting. Her movements became slower, the pain from her wounds intensifying. The undeadmander observed with sinister delight, relishing in the diminishing strength of his adversary. The primordial beast''s eyes glowed with an unholy anticipation.


    wed and Duncan intensified their assault, coordinating their attacks with lethal precision. Vinegar, caught in the crossfire, struggled to evade the onught. Her cosmic mes flickered, threatened by the encroaching shadows of defeat. The battlefield became a crucible of cosmic forces, where the oue hung in the bnce.


    , Vinegar''s determination flickered like a fading me. wed and Duncan pressed their advantage, their cosmic onught pushing her to the brink.


    Finally, she could not take it anymore and in her mistake, des came down on all her limbs, cutting her arm and two legs.


    The undeadmander''sughter echoed through the air, a cacophony of malevolence that fueled the darkness encroaching upon the battlefield.


    With a strike behind her head,dy Vinegar fainted to the ground.


    Lenny and Athena found themselves in the heart of the Nether, a realm that defied thews of the living. The agents of the Nether, dark and formless, guided them towards a foreboding structure that emerged from the shadows – a castle constructed of bones and rotting flesh. It loomed over them like a grotesque monument, grand in its morbid architecture.


    As they approached, the flying creatures that carried them descended onto anding, their wings whispering strange melodies that echoed through the eerie corridors of the bone castle.


    The walls seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very essence of the Nether permeated every inch. Sinister whispers intertwined with the distant echoes of tormented souls, creating an unsettling symphony that hung in the air.


    The corridors were alive, adorned with ghastly ornaments that seemed to writhe with an unnatural sentience. The putrid smell of decay and the cold touch of spectral winds apanied Lenny and Athena as they were pulled along the grotesque path. Bones protruded from the walls, forming macabre patterns that seemed to dance in tandem with their footsteps.


    Athena, although ustomed to the otherworldly horrors of the Nether, felt a sense of unease gnawing at her.


    The shadows seemed to cast using res, and the ambient whispers wormed their way into her mind. In this realm, where thews of existence were bent and twisted, she couldn''t help but feel a profound sense of uselessness.


    The agents of the Nether, with their ailment-ridden forms, exerted an otherworldly force that dragged Lenny and Athena through the disconcerting corridors. The air was thick with an ethereal tension, and the walls seemed to watch their every move with malevolent intent.


    Lenny, though ustomed to the supernatural, couldn''t shake the feeling of being enveloped by a darkness that transcended the mere absence of light. The castle, an embodiment of the Nether''s twisted nature, exuded an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to seep into their very souls.


    As they traversed the eerie passages, the bones creaked and moaned, as if protesting against the intrusion of the living. The rhythmic pulsations of the walls created an unsettling rhythm, and the air became charged with a palpable sense of dread.


    Despite the challenges, Lenny maintained a stoicposure, his determination flickering like a small me in the abyss. Athena, however, struggled to keep herposure. The weight of the Nether''s influence bore down on her, amplifying her sense of vulnerability. In this grotesque castle of bones, she grappled with an overwhelming feeling of being inconsequential in the face of the Nether''s unyielding force.


    The bone castle, with its grotesque splendor, continued to unfold its nightmarish tapestry before them. The agents of the Nether, silent and spectral, guided them deeper into the heart of this macabre domain. The journey through the eerie corridors persisted, each step resonating with the dissonance of the Nether''s unsettling reality.


    Soon, they were brought to rather huge hall... just ahead was a throne simrly made of bones and on it, Gray was surprised to see who it was.


    "E!?" He muttered.


    (Author''s note: I apologise for the mistake. I missed the chapters up again. Also, even I admit this is a filler chapter. My head hurts. I''m treating mria)