Chapter 1711: 465 Has anyone ever told you that you always spoil the atmosphere?_3

The material world had just recovered from the great tear after falling from the Heavenly Family Palace; another huge bomb like this could very well cause many already fragmented and struggling material layers to collapse completely!

Naturally.

This action was very likely to decrease the Plane Will’s favorability.

Therefore, when conditions allowed,

Matthew tried not to use such extreme measures as much as possible.

This was for the greater good.

Of course, it wasn’t that Matthew wanted to conceal the Ether Star Core!

The next moment,

he cast a floating spell on himself and then jumped directly into the deep hole formed on the ground after the rootstock had snapped and swiftly retracted.

A minute later,

At the fourth level underground,

following the strong scent of the Plague, Matthew arrived at a square surrounded by purulent yellow fog.

Within the fog,

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he could faintly see the outlines of numerous small Broodmother Lotus rootstocks–

those yellow lotuses appearing on the ground grew from here.

Beyond the outlines of the lotuses,

Matthew also discovered many spiders hustling about busily.

These little spiders were frantically carrying something.

Due to the obstruction of the fog,

Matthew couldn’t see clearly.

So, he roughly extended a foot and fiercely stomped on a little spider scurrying past him.

The latter immediately began to squeal “yiyiya yiyiya.”

Matthew cast a “Gentle Breeze Technique” cantrip, making the surroundings a bit clearer.

The next second,

he saw that the spider he had stepped on was actually carrying a bloody brain!

“It’s the brains of those prisoners…”

Matthew distastefully lifted his foot.

The little spider muttered something in complaint and then hurried along with the squashed brain, catching up with the main group.

Matthew followed these little spiders towards the deepest part of the square.

Soon after,

he saw something he had once seen in Cross City–

It was a series of glass columns.

The columns were filled with murky liquid, which soaked several human brains, with numerous souls performing eerie, silent wails around those brains.

“Soul Projection Device.”

Matthew’s gaze was calm.

Compared to before, Tarand’s soul projection experience seemed to have grown.

Previously, the glass columns contained only souls,

but now they included their brains as well.

Perhaps this improved the stability of those crazed Withered Disciples after soul projection.

Matthew walked around.

The yellow fog was too thick, severely limiting his visibility.

He could sense the Murder Demigod’s Power of Domain nearby, but due to the obstructed insight, everything seemed vague.

At that thought,

he decided to break all the glass columns.

But just as Matthew picked up a shovel and prepared to start the work,

a faint voice suddenly came from deep within the yellow fog:

“Why.”

“Why must you always press us so hard?”

Matthew looked carefully.

It was a woman wearing an exotic yellow long gown, voluptuous in form.

Her eyes were incredibly bright, like stars in the night sky.

From her appearance,

this woman could be described as stunning.

Her demeanor was not inferior either.

The only things were the slight bulge of her belly and the numerous little spiders crawling out from between her legs, reminding others of her identity.

“Weaver of All Things, Tarand?”

Matthew looked at her steadily, his gaze filled with surprise:

“You dare to use your true body?”

After soul binding with Lost Paradise,

Matthew’s perception of divine identities had become extremely sensitive.

He immediately sensed that the figure before him might very well be Tarand’s real body!

This was obviously abnormal.

“With no other choice, what other options do I have?”

“Mr. Matthew?”

Tarand looked at Matthew with a deeply aggrieved expression.

Matthew was silent.

How could just anyone guess his identity so easily?

He had even deliberately put on a camouflaged disguise and the undergarments of the Goddess of Magic, Ye Li, before coming here.

Still, he couldn’t avoid being recognized at a glance!

“Seems like I need to consult Lorraine for some tips on disguise next time.”

Matthew sighed inwardly.

Tarand seemed to sense what was on Matthew’s mind.

She shook her head slightly:

“It’s useless.”

“Your renown has spread widely across the world of Aindor, at this level, mere disguise has lost its effect, every move you make is being closely watched by others.”

“This is the inevitable path of becoming a major figure.”

“Maybe you haven’t realized it yet.”

“But it is indeed so.”

“Mr. Matthew, in the eyes of us miserable ones, you have already become a significant figure…”

Tarand’s tone even contained a hint of resentment.

Her voice was actually very sweet, if it weren’t for the starkly noticeable army of spiders between her legs,

the scene might have resembled a couple airing their grievances after a long separation.

“Your highness speaks too highly.”

Matthew shook his head:

“I’m just an ordinary necromancer.”

“How could I be considered a major figure?”

“Even if what you say is true.”

“This shouldn’t be an excuse for you to slander me, right?”

His gaze sharply observed her.

Intuition told him,

that the group masquerading as tree-planting mages to tarnish his reputation included this very Plague Demigod before him!

Tarand looked at Matthew with pitiful eyes:

“You destroyed our last hope, shouldn’t we hate you?”

“Besides, our retaliation actually does no serious harm, it’s just meant to divert your attention so you bother yourself chasing after those impersonating you…”