I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

The Underworld!

The Bone Court of the Dead!

This is where powerful beings at the god-level in the underworld meet.

A group of god-level undead are discussing their plans to attack Un'Golmud.

The Underworld is not as powerful as the God Realm, but if the God Realm is considered the strongest plane, then the Underworld, the Demon Realm, the Abyss, and the Insect Race are the second batch of planes, possessing a large number of god-level powerhouses.

The attack on Angomulos is not just a matter for the gods.

All ambitious individuals who desire the "World Core" and attempt to control the world will not avoid this war.

However, on the surface, everyone is fighting under the slogan of "following the call of the gods and eliminating the remnants of the second generation".

"How's everyone's preparation going?"

Above the Bone Court, a huge white bone skull spoke first.

The god-level undead below nodded in agreement.

"I don't care what you're thinking or what plans you have right now, but you must remember one thing..."

The skull surveyed the deathly spirits in the courtyard and said in a deep voice, "The internal struggle will begin after we obtain eight Pandora and kidnap Anno."

Before the summoning gate opens, anyone who, for personal gain, attacks their own people in the Underworld will be hunted down by all the god-level undead!

A sinister laugh came from a corner of the Bone Court.

"Hehehe, Lord Auguga, we'll...do whatever you say now!"

The giant skull's eye sockets flashed with soul fire, and it commanded, "Then let it begin! Let your undead army march onto the battlefield and slaughter the living to their heart's content!"

Whoosh whoosh!

One by one, figures disappeared from the Bone Court, returning to their own territories to prepare for dimensional teleportation.

According to the plan, the entire underworld will continuously flow into Un'gomulos from one location.

At that time, a tide of tens of millions of undead will sweep across the entire continent of Ungomolos!

……

Anno looked at the silver-haired mature woman in front of him, a smile appearing on his lips.

"You know what, you do look a bit like the statue in the Summoning Temple before it was consecrated."

Anno recognized Philomena at first glance without using the Observer—given Philomena's current strength, Anno couldn't see through her even with the Observer.

"Who are you always joking around with?"

Philomena, wearing silver high-heeled combat boots, walked up to Anno, looked up and said coldly, "I have not only broken the seal and regained my memories, but my strength has also improved."

"How dare you do those things to me all these years! If I don't punish you, I'll be unworthy of the title of the God of Summoning!"

"Um?"

Anno immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Philomena regained her memories, and it seems her personality has changed.

The former Philomena had not regained her strength or memories, and her body was still that of a little girl. She was indeed bullied by Anno many times.

But now, this giant Philomena is going to get her revenge!

"Anno, what have you done to Philomena all these years?"

Felomena's eyes shone even brighter. She stopped coughing and ran to Anno, insisting he recount the events in detail. "Tell me everything! Tell me everything!"

Seeing that Fate seemed to be watching from the sidelines, Anno turned to Philomena and asked, "Who's this old man?"

"Ahem... Please allow me to remain mysterious for now."

Fate spoke before Philomena could react: "We two cannot get to know each other yet, otherwise some terrible things might happen!"

Anno chuckled dismissively, "Is there anything more terrifying than Angoros being attacked by the gods and the outbreak of the Third War?"

Anno had only said it casually, but to his surprise, Fate nodded solemnly and said, "Yes!"

Perhaps influenced by the serious tone of fate, Anno asked nervously, "What is it?"

Fate gradually parted the body, revealing Philomena behind it.

Anno: "???"

"Serves you right for spanking me, for letting your summoned creatures bully me, for disrespecting me!"

David, the God Hunter outside the door, heard the "pat-pat-pat" sound coming from inside the room and a curious expression appeared on his face.

"Phew!"

Philomena, her cheeks flushed, looked up excitedly. Having finally gotten her revenge, she couldn't be happier.

After she removed the sealing skill and freed Anno, she said calmly, "Anno, from today onwards, you must serve me well, worship me, and believe in me! Only then will I protect your safety during the Third War. Otherwise, hmph..."

As she spoke, Philomena raised her fist.

Anno, standing to the side, seemed to have suffered a huge blow and stood there stunned.

My buttocks still feel a bit burning; Philomena really didn't hold back just now.

Fate stared blankly at Philomena, thinking to itself: Philomena has a lot of nerve, she... she will definitely regret it later!

"What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"

Seeing Anno looking at her with a defiant expression, Philomena glared at him.

"What I meant was... I'm now considered the leader of the Expeditionary Alliance, so please give me some face in front of outsiders."

While saying this, Anno didn't really think so.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

Anno remembered all twenty slaps.

"Let's get down to business!"

After fulfilling her deepest desire, Philomena regained her mature and composed demeanor, saying calmly, "A battle has just taken place at the Roland Empire's weak point in space. The enemy has been temporarily repelled, but they will soon launch a second wave of attacks."

This time, it's estimated that it won't be about attacking a single weak point in space; it's almost certain that all weak points in space will be attacked simultaneously.

The people who came were not just from the divine realm.

People from other planes have already received the news and will also join the war against Ungomulos.

Is your expeditionary alliance ready?

Anno said gravely, "Judging from the current situation, the Alliance simply can't hold out. However... I want to know, what is the strength of the Dream Thieves!"

Philomena rushed over from the battlefield of the Roland Empire, and Anno had also learned of the relevant information.

Anno was very curious about the mysterious dream thief.

Philomena raised an eyebrow and said, "Then let me tell you some good news: the Dream Thief was a subordinate of the second generation of the Summoning God during World War II."

After the fall of the second generation, they knew they would be purged, so they left Ungomulos and went to other planes.

In the dimensional war hundreds of years ago, the Dream Thief also came out to assist Angomulos.

Now, nearly 1,400 years after World War II, the power of all planes, led by the divine realm, is recovering.

The forces of the hidden dream thieves are also constantly growing stronger!

Anno immediately perked up and asked, "How big is it?"

Philomena snorted and said, "The predecessor of the Dream Thief was a subordinate of the second generation, who fought against all the opposing factions of the second generation during World War II!"

More than a thousand years have passed, and their descendants are eager to know: whose sword is sharper now?