Undead God: I Can Extract Everything - Chapter 191:141 Mysterious organization behind Donald Morgan_2

Chapter 191:141 Mysterious organization behind Donald Morgan_2

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After dealing with this, Dean McKenzie had essentially finished tallying up his gains.

When he glanced at Donald Morgan, he saw that their own ritual was entering its final stage, so Dean McKenzie did nothing and just quietly waited for the conclusion, clutching the Holy Light Cross in his hand.

Five minutes later, the scarlet glow converged.

Donald Morgan opened his eyes from within the altar, and all the corpses surrounding him turned into ash.

The ritual had ended, and Donald Morgan stepped out of it.

The Donald Morgan who came out didn’t appear different from before, but when their eyes met, Dean McKenzie felt as if he were gazing into an enormous, bloody ocean, almost losing himself in its depths.

If it weren’t for Donald Morgan closing his eyes and for Dean McKenzie having the trait of Mental Fortitude, he would probably need a lifetime to recover from that single gaze alone.

Clearly, Donald Morgan’s strength had experienced a terrifying enhancement after this ritual.

Dean McKenzie felt that even if he exhausted all of his moves, he might not be able to defeat Donald Morgan, let alone escape.

“I apologize. I just finished the ritual and had some difficulties in controlling my strength,”

said Donald Morgan, who had closed his eyes, to Dean McKenzie.

His voice sounded very strange. It had Donald Morgan’s low, bloody tone and a little girl’s innocently cheerful inflection.

But it quickly returned to normal, finally becoming entirely Donald Morgan’s voice.

Donald Morgan, eyes still shut, looked around the ruined stronghold and said without elaborating, “Let’s go, we have people to save!”

Having said that, Donald Morgan turned to leave the stronghold, and Dean McKenzie hesitated for a moment before following.

Following Donald Morgan’s pace, Dean McKenzie quickly arrived in another underground cave.

Over there, Dean McKenzie saw a small prison made of bloody stones. Inside the prison was a mysterious figure cloaked in a black cape. They were sitting there quietly.

Alerted by the arrival of new people, the mysterious figure raised their head. Upon seeing Dean McKenzie and Donald Morgan with shut eyes, the mysterious figure looked visibly taken aback.

“How did the two of you end up together?”

Upon seeing the mysterious figure, Dean McKenzie let out a sigh of relief and noticeably relaxed. He held out his hands in a helpless gesture and said, “Don’t ask me, I have no idea. He said he works for Anthony, and it was his design that killed the guy who was watching over you. He brought me here.”

The mysterious figure turned to look at Donald Morgan.

Although their face was concealed under a black hood, Dean McKenzie could still sense their frowning and scrutinizing gaze.

They seemed to not know about this.

And didn’t fully trust Donald Morgan.

Donald Morgan, however, didn’t mind. He turned to Dean McKenzie and said, “You hold his ring; look to see if there’s a bloody key.”

“A bloody key?”

Dean McKenzie was taken aback. He brought out the ring and rummaged through it, “Found it!”

Then, Dean McKenzie approached with the key and opened the blood-red prison door.

After the bloody prison was unlocked, the mysterious figure seemed to be slightly less on edge with Donald Morgan, but only slightly.

They were still wary. After all, their current condition wasn’t great, and their Spirit Power was still being controlled.

Donald Morgan seemed to be very clear about the mysterious figure’s state and continued, “The restraints on your body were imposed by Elaine Richardson. They’ll gradually fade with her death.”

Hearing this, the mysterious figure gauged their own state.

Soon after, with a wave of their hand, a black crystal appeared in their hand once more.

Piece by piece, the crystal shattered in the grasp of their hand, and the aura of the mysterious figure visibly grew stronger.

Seeing this, Dean McKenzie knew there likely wouldn’t be much trouble with the mysterious figure anymore.

Meanwhile, Donald Morgan’s gaze had fallen on Dean McKenzie as he asked, “Dean McKenzie, what are your plans next?”

“Huh?”

Dean McKenzie was taken aback. “What plans?”

“The Professional Alliance’s bounty on you hasn’t been revoked yet, so Bounty Hunters will continue to target you.

Even though you’re now strong enough to not fear Fourth-turns, if you’re too high-profile, the Alliance may upgrade your bounty level from Level 4.

Moreover, the resources for maps of this world are generally controlled by the Alliance and various forces.

Now that you’ve left the Alliance, to put it bluntly, even levelling up will be difficult!”

Donald Morgan said each word, pointing out Dean McKenzie’s current predicament.

This left Dean McKenzie somewhat flummoxed.

Everything had happened so suddenly. The moment he left the Secret Realm, he was hunted down, and then he was on the run until he arrived at the Dragon Palace Ruins.

Finally escaping from the ruins, Dean McKenzie was focussed entirely on saving people and hadn’t put any thought into the future. Donald Morgan’s question had left him at a loss for words.

At this point, the mysterious figure next to them opened their eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about that, his growth cannot be hindered!”

The mysterious man’s tone was distant, clearly still cautious of Donald

Morgan, who also had no reservation about responding to the sudden interjection, “When you say there will be no delay, you mean up until his fifth-turn, right?

After all, your strength is only at the fifth-turn level. What about after that?”

“You!”

“Also, when I mention the future, I mean more than just improving one’s strength!”

As Donald Morgan spoke, he turned to look at Dean McKenzie, “Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?

What kind of professional do you want to be? Do you have a dream that is unique to you?

A dream that you’re willing to strive for your entire life, even if it means sacrificing your own life?”

“Huh?”

Dean McKenzie was having trouble keeping up with Donald Morgan’s pace.

He had no idea how Donald suddenly switched the topic from mundane life to profound and inspirational thoughts.

Donald Morgan wasn’t surprised by Dean McKenzie’s confusion. In fact, he probably never expected him to answer right away. “You may not have one right now, but I do. Let me tell you about our dreams!

We want to change this damned world, save this damned world!”

“Ha!!!”

Listening to what Donald Morgan said, Dean McKenzie’s expression was that of an elderly person on a subway watching a smartphone.

He felt like Donald Morgan’s words were getting crazier and crazier.

Changing the world and saving the world? Was he actually able to say something so awkward with a straight face?

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But Dean really couldn’t detect any embarrassment on Donald’s face.

He appeared quite steadfast when uttering those words. Seeing Donald’s resolute face and recalling what Donald had told him about his past, Dean’s expressions grew more serious.

Because Dean gradually realized that Donald was serious.

However, the mysterious person on the side scoffed at Donald’s words.

“Save the world? Just by you?

A tiny fourth-turn fry, is it your turn to save the world?”

“Strength is not the only measure of a person. A powerful person who only seeks a comfortable life for himself, willing to pay any price, bow down and beg the strong like a dog, is nothing but a powerful coward.

A person insignificant as a speck of dust, as long as they have the courage to fight against destiny, is a truly powerful person!”

“So you think you’re brave, huh!”

The mysterious figure said in a weird tone.

Donald Morgan nodded frankly: “At least, compared to those in the

Professional Alliance, we are!”

Donald’s words left the mysterious person speechless.

As much as they disliked it, they had to admit that the people in the Professional Alliance were truly worthless.

After Donald finished confronting the mysterious person, he turned to Dean again, sincerely inviting him, “Dean, I hope you can join us!”

As he spoke, Donald stretched out his hand and presented a token to Dean.

Dean looked at the flat token and furrowed his brows, “You all?

What kind of organization are you in?

Don’t tell me it’s the Bloody Church?”

“I can’t reveal too much about our organization before you agree to join.

However, I can tell you this: Anthony is our guide!”

“What?”

Dean was stupefied, his face full of disbelief.

On the side, the mysterious person waved dismissively: “It’s impossible… absolutely impossible. With how his mind is now, there’ s no way he could lead any organization!”

“It’s true indeed, though he doesn’t know about the existence of our organization, within our team, he is definitely regarded as our guide!”

Both Dean and the mysterious person were dumbfounded.

What kind of maneuver was this?

Could someone be recruited in such an arbitrary manner?

Even Donald thought it was absurd, but he laughed and explained, “Because our organization’s members, more or less, had their destinies changed by Anthony!

And we have all drawn strength that grounded our souls from him.”