My World: From Zombies to Demon King HIM

After knowing that he was being plotted against by the Dreadlord, the Withered King could no longer bear it.

He spread his wings and flew in front of the Dreadlord, strangling his neck fiercely with his hands.

"You traitor!"

"You are harming your people!"

"Don't you feel guilty about them at all?!"

"This is the land that gave birth to you and raised you!! Do you really want it to be ignited by war again?!!"

The Withered King had experienced war.

The piles of bones, the cries and screams everywhere...

He would never forget those scenes in his life.

He certainly didn't want the war to happen again, and he didn't want his people to suffer again.

But the arrival of the Dreadlord broke the peace of this world.

At this moment, he really wanted to strangle the Dreadlord in front of him to death.

But he couldn't do it.

When he was king, he made a vow.

No matter what, his hands would never be stained with the blood of his people.

After hearing the words of the Withered King, the Dreadlord shook off the hand of the Withered King that was pinching his neck and smiled disdainfully.

"Ignited by the flames of war?"

"Look at the situation here, does it need to be ignited by the flames of war?"

"It's been burned hot enough here! It's time to let the soldiers cool down!"

"Are you willing to stay in this underground forever?!"

Although the expression of the Dreadlord still looked so disdainful.

But what he said exposed his inner thoughts.

He was actually complaining for his people.

After hearing the words of the Dreadlord, the Withered King was stunned.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

He never thought that the traitor who was despised by the people actually said something unfair for the people.

After the world was divided into three parts, although the Withered Clan obtained the Netherworld.

But compared with the End and the Main World.

The living environment here is the worst.

There is hot magma everywhere, and the whole netherworld is a huge furnace.

Living here, you have to endure the invasion of heat waves every day.

Not to mention the soul sand that exists everywhere.

In that piece of soul sand, there are dozens of dead souls hidden.

They are all soldiers of various races who died on the battlefield.

You can even see the faces of each dead soul from those sand blocks.

They shout, cry, scream...

The soul sand that can be seen anywhere at any time also awakens the memories of the tribesmen in the netherworld about the tragic war at any time.

Although there is no war, this is indeed not a good place to live.

Although generations of people have gradually adapted to such an environment and regarded this place as their home.

But this is not the home of everyone's dreams.

This can only be regarded as a place for them to live and survive.

If there is a better place to live, who would be willing to stay in such a place?

Even if they are not satisfied with this place, they don't want to break the agreement of various races.

The Withered King naturally understood the difficulties of his people.

What he didn't expect was that the Dreadlord could also understand these things.

After thinking about this, the Withered King suddenly couldn't figure out the Dreadlord's thoughts.

At this moment, he was also a little confused about the Dreadlord's position.

Was he on the side of the End of the World or the Underworld?

What was the reason for his leaving without saying goodbye?

If he really betrayed his people, why did he subconsciously say those words that stood on the side of the people?

Was it just to coax himself to join him?

After seeing the expression of the Withered King, the Dreadlord realized that he seemed to have let the cat out of the bag.

He immediately looked around in a panic, as if he was afraid of being heard.

He was relieved when he saw the scene of the Underworld around him.

However, his subconscious reaction just now betrayed him.

The Withered King also saw all this.

The Dreadlord's behavior was undoubtedly very abnormal.

Although the Withering King didn't know what happened to him.

But what was certain was that the Dreadlord should not have betrayed.

Only a person's subconscious reaction could reveal his truest thoughts.

The words of the Withering King just now obviously stimulated the Dreadlord.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his words betrayed his performance.

The reason why he hid his thoughts was probably because he was afraid of something.

After thinking about this, the Withering King pondered for a moment.

Then he finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll join."

"What do you want me to do?"

Hearing that the Withering King agreed to join, the Dreadlord finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Cooperate with me to gain power."

"Then destroy our common enemy!"

The Dreadlord did not say who the common enemy was, and this sentence was quite confusing.

It was obvious that there was something behind his words.

But the Withered King did not understand this sentence, and he simply ignored it.

"How do you want to gain power?"

The Dreadlord saw that the Withered King did not understand, and he did not say more.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. When you succeed, everything will be clear.

"Fear is the source of my power."

"I believe you have also felt another breath that does not belong to this world."

"That breath belongs to the "player" race."

"Most of them live in the main world."

"They are the most suitable race to provide me with power!"

After hearing this, the Withered King also understood what the Dreadlord meant.

"Do you mean to attack the main world?"

The Dreadlord nodded. He also saw the Withered King's concerns, and then comforted him.

"Don't worry, the main world now is not like before. "

"The only powerful leader in that place right now is the one you feel."

"We just need to quickly get more power for me before he finds us."

"With our combined strength, this battle is a sure win. "

The Dreadlord is still very confident in his own strength.

His power comes from fear.

And the race called "players" is large in number and weak in strength.

It just happens to provide him with a constant source of power.

As long as there is enough fear power, he is invincible.

After hearing the words of the Dreadlord, the Withering King thought for a moment.

Then he finally nodded and agreed to the Dreadlord's proposal.

"I hope you won't let me down..."

He said silently in his heart.

In fact, he had a gambling element in this battle.

It's not a bet on the outcome of this battle.

It's a bet on which side the Dreadlord is on.

He never wanted to believe that the idol in his heart would become a traitor.

After seeing the Withering King agree, the Dreadlord immediately began to prepare a plan to invade the main world...