Chapter 278: Chapter 259: Elegy Poetry Society Assembles! Chapter 278: Chapter 259: Elegy Poetry Society Assembles! In this web-filled underground city, killing wasn’t only happening at the top of the high towers.

In the unnoticed shadows, a group of subterranean races were locked up by the Drow Elves in many web-sealed cells.

The Drow Elves spoke of overthrowing the oppression of the Undead, but in truth, they were not much different from the Undead themselves; these subterranean races were nothing more than slaves, food, and disposable resources to the Drow Elves.

In this gloomy realm, there was no morality, no compassion, only the stark reality of the survival of the fittest.

And those slaves who were supposed to be sent for skinning and boning were mysteriously disappearing one by one.

Something in the darkness seemed to be swallowing these slaves whole.

There were no screams, no cries of alarm, just the very faint sound of chewing, as flesh and bone were crushed and vanished completely in a sound that made one’s scalp tingle.

However, to prevent the slaves from causing trouble, the Drow Elves paralyzed them with poison. They were conscious but unable to move their limbs, dying one by one in the shadowy assaults, while the others could only watch, wait, and hope they were not next.

On the other side of the city, a Spider-transformed Drow who was supposed to be escorting slaves to the high tower, suddenly found an excuse to hand over the task to a companion midway.

After straying from the group, the Spider-transformed Drow slipped into the shadows and ran straight out of the city.

Within a hidden passage connected to the Webbed City, countless thorns grew wildly. The Spider-transformed Drow appeared outside the passage, then unhesitatingly walked into the thorns.

Sharp spikes tore through his massive body, creating wounds from which foul-smelling blood flowed out, blood that seemed to contain a strange red luminescence illuminating the thorns.

As the Spider-transformed Drow advanced, he chanted praises to pain. Blood light circled his body and slowly turned into mysterious runes that branded into his flesh, then quickly vanished.

When the Spider-transformed Drow emerged from the passage, the sharp thorns had withered away to dust, and the wounds and crimson runes on his body had also disappeared without a trace.

Yet, the pain did not disappear.

The agony of being torn apart was deeply imprinted on the Spider-transformed Drow, constantly experiencing the past pain, yet his face bore an unstoppable smile.

Pain is a gift, pain is power, pain is liberation from everything.

This is the blessing of the Goddess of Pain.

Not all Drow worship the Rose Spider Queen, with doctrines of betrayal and malice, there are naturally many traitors among the Drow.

Amberser’s prediction was spot on; every Goddess is scheming, each with their backups—and more than one at that.

Yet these Goddesses still do not know that the Legendary Undead of the Elegy Poetry Society have their sights set on this web-filled city.

In some obscure tavern on the continent, a disheveled Bard put down his lyre and staggered out of the bar.

This relieved the tavern’s patrons. The Bard sang so terribly that the silence felt like a gift from the Deity. They had given their feedback, but those who spoke up were now hanging from the crooked tree outside the tavern.

Although they did not know why, the one who managed to stop the Bard surely performed a great service. They were willing to offer brief but sincere thanks to this unknown deity.

In an underground tomb hidden for who knows how long, a corpse that seemed to have long been desiccated crawled out of a coffin, revealing two rows of terrifyingly sharp teeth.

“It’s been so long since I’ve tasted fresh flesh.”

Violent Dark Magic Power began to converge onto the mummified body. What was once shriveled muscle began to swell, and flesh regrew on the skull-like head, only the mouth full of sharp teeth remained unchanged.

In the deep sea far overseas, a massive Ghost Ship moored in the straits.

The Teleportation Magic Array on the ship flashed continuously, as the oddly-shaped Murloc zombies were constantly teleported by Captain Aige to the Gloomyland.

Aige instructed his subordinates, “It’s a pity, Gloomyland really isn’t suitable for me to exert my power. You must perform well, don’t tarnish the reputation of our Silent Night Pirate Gang.”

At the Outer Sea Dragon Tomb, Gareth and his wife stepped onto the Teleportation Circle leading to Gloomyland, followed by a large number of Bone Dragons.

Gloomyland was not considered part of the continent; the rules set with Laine did not forbid the Dragon Race from entering Gloomyland.

Although the notion of the Undead having children was false, this was the Elegy Poetry Society’s first group activity in years. How could the Gareths miss it? Failing to participate would seem very unsociable, wouldn’t it?

Even Hake Stone, the weakest Vampire in the group, took his Blood Servants to Gloomyland. He knew he was useless in a fight, but still needed to show his face before the seniors of the Elegy Poetry Society.

Inside the Royal Palace of Withered Rose, more than a dozen Teleportation Circles lit up as members of the Elegy Poetry Society appeared one after another.

Withered Rose couldn’t help thinking, if the Elegy Poetry Society were to join forces with her and attack Laine, Laine without the Silvermoon Knights would surely be destroyed by her.

Regrettably, Withered Rose knew this to be impossible.

She had been a member of the Elegy Poetry Society for a long time, and more than once wished other members would help her destroy Laine at any cost.