Chapter 1, Su Sheng

The exchanger expressed a willingness to accept such genuine praise, as he is someone who understands the essence of the Undying Legion and has also commended the coldness of Amiha. The Undying Army encompasses a considerable variety of troop types, but only the most fundamental bones can truly evolve into the ultimate troop type, building death upon death. The subsequent issue is less optimistic; the number of skeletons has become difficult to increase, as the remains of humans in the war have essentially been divided among the dukes of the demon realm, leaving no means to quickly obtain wild skeletons. What lies ahead is—plunder. The subsequent issue is less optimistic; the number of skeletons has become difficult to increase, as the remains of humans in the war have essentially been divided among the dukes of the demon realm, leaving no means to quickly obtain wild skeletons. What lies ahead is—plunder.

The sound of bones shattering echoed, and Amihai's voice was abruptly cut off. The gaunt claws of the Blood Pool Master were lowered, and his attention returned to his book. A mass of blood mist continued to coalesce in the air, while the flesh of the envoy had already turned into yellow pus that splattered against the wall. Amidst the hissing sounds, even the few remaining bones and the robe transformed into choking smoke. Without lifting his head, the Blood Pool Master, whose eyelids had grown weary from years of relaxation, remarked, "I told you not to disturb me again." A mass of blood mist continued to coalesce in the air, while the flesh of the envoy had already turned into yellow pus that splattered against the wall. Amidst the hissing sounds, even the few remaining bones and the robe transformed into choking smoke. Without lifting his head, the Blood Pool Master, whose eyelids had grown weary from years of relaxation, remarked, "I told you not to disturb me again."

The Grim Reaper Amihai descended the steps of the altar, holding his scythe, casting a cold gaze upon his once equally sorrowful companions, now trembling subordinates. His most pressing concern was to consolidate his power, ensuring that no other reapers would trample upon him. Most critically, he was the Grim Reaper of Kōkōmāren, the only reaper in the upper hell, and as such, he was naturally viewed as a thorn in the side by the reapers of other factions

Thus, we have invited the changers to come. Do not worry, even a hundred skeleton soldiers can conquer cities and territories. " Amiha said expressionlessly, but raised his voice. " The will of Lord Koko Malin has been made clear, and large-scale construction can soon commence. We, the Undead, must become the third force that Lord Koko Malin can trust. For this purpose, our skeletons must be as strong as the Death Knights. " The will of Lord Koko Malin has been made clear, and large-scale construction can soon commence. We, the Undead, must become the third force that Lord Koko Malin can trust. For this purpose, our skeletons must be as strong as the Death Knights.

No! The wizard howled in despair, collapsing to the ground like a pile of mud

For the days we will play after our death, let the bones stand up

He is very clear about his desires and knows exactly what he is saying

"Please... Is this Lady Koukoumalien?" He felt the warmth of the soul and suddenly a glimmer of hope arose within him. He exerted all his strength to search for what seemed to be the direction of a master, and shouted, "I will do anything, I am your dog, a dog, your most loyal servant! Please, spare the fire of my humble soul, I am willing to become anything..."

The black magic clan, entrenched in the upper hell, is not as straightforward as the red and blue magic clans, which possess formidable powers. The latter two are exceptionally endowed, composed entirely of demon types, most of which are winged demons. In contrast, the black magic clan is diverse and numerous, primarily consisting of terrestrial demons and subterranean types. Under the vast and complex military system of Munich, the standing forces of Koko Malin are divided into two factions: the Black Knights marked by roses and the Black Sorceresses marked by nightingales. The emblem of Munich is composed of roses and nightingales, yet Amihai dreams of adding a sickle to the flag. He is acutely aware of the reasons why the skeleton army is not regarded as a reliable standing force; it always relies on sheer numbers to achieve victory, which necessitates exorbitant maintenance costs that could even bankrupt a demon god.

Kokomarian said, "I need your blood pool, but I do not need you"

Blood is the condensation of thoughts, the best vessel for the soul, and the foundation of a community of knowledge and emotions

What future is there for the dead

Kill... them... kill... them...

It seems that there are voices crying out, those are the indoctrinated obsessions, causing the red light to surge in the deep eye sockets of the skeletons. Weapons can be wielded without thought, a group of simple machines driven by obsession. Following this is a tide of ferocious waves, as hundreds of thousands of skeletal soldiers instantly engulf the plains, casting the twisted corpses high upon the crest of the bone tide

There is still one item missing, after three thousand years, there is still one item missing... The joy of Ami Hai surpasses all fears

It is like traversing through the dark belly of a fish

They charged into the wilderness, rushing into the vast mist in search of their enemies. Some enormous fireflies slowly danced in the fog, increasingly numerous, swaying in groups in mid-air, flaunting themselves, as if trying to compensate for their incompleteness, and finally forming a perfectly aligned band of light that severed the space between heaven and earth. A hoarse cry echoed, and the mist suddenly dispersed, revealing that those were not fireflies, but thousands of phosphorescent skeleton soldiers lined up, their spines adorned with glowing light! All were skeletons, skeleton soldiers from all directions!

The sound of wailing echoed from outside, as the former master of the blood pool was dragged in like a dog. His body lay bare and grotesque, no longer resembling a bishop. His once bright eyes had turned into two blood-filled sockets, stuffed with soft plugs of fir wood. He was timid, trembling, and utterly terrified. He lay on the ground, groping with his hands, unaware of what was about to happen, and thus shivered in fear.

Behind that ballad, the moment of slumber when skeletal soldiers are scattered across the fields is referred to as one of the seven grand vistas of Darkness. Since the defeat in the ancient war against the demon gods, no one has had the capability to assemble a large-scale undead legion. It has been a full ten thousand years, and when this scene finally reappears before the eyes, the tragic sense of order ruthlessly blurs the lines between the birth and loss of souls, leaving one with unavoidable reflections

However, the interrupted voice continued to resonate, emanating from an invisible space to this place, resuming the previous topic, causing the face of the Blood Pool Master to twist in an instant

In the dead moon, in the thicket by the window

The necromancer Amihai draped in a tattered cloak conceals his cold visage, yet stands with an upright posture. No one cares whether he is dressed respectably, for a gleaming golden rose is pinned to his ragged cloak. Because of this mark, he can traverse the unfamiliar corridors unrestrained by the fears of darkness. Countless crawlers threaten him, and those faithless emissaries of the dead harbor malice towards him, yet he coldly laughs behind his cloak and mask. In his eyes, they are nothing but ignorant, lowly vermin, more despicable than he, unrepentant and unaware of the impending death.

The skeleton soldiers, lacking the ability to think, grow slowly and do not know how to earn blood for themselves. They have poor vision, cannot distinguish colors, and are not even very clear about what they are doing. They do not possess souls; they are merely simple machines controlled by obsessions, continuously accumulating these obsessions. In pursuit of the highest quality, or perhaps for an unknown reason, Koko Malin went so far as to secretly capture and slaughter ten adult female black dragons, reportedly just to obtain their sufficiently large wombs and their innate high resistance to magic. In pursuit of the highest quality, or perhaps for an unknown reason, Koko Malin went so far as to secretly capture and slaughter ten adult female black dragons, reportedly just to obtain their sufficiently large wombs and their innate high resistance to magic.

It slowly burrowed through the tunnel, using its red, nearsighted eyes to intimidate the souls of the deceased. Upon learning that the dead feared it, it became even more pleased, and then it collided with a skeleton, being buried among the bones underground. It distinguished whether these were human bones or something else by the glowing vapor, using different spectral ranges to differentiate each one. Then, it counted them as it moved forward, and to its astonishment, it discovered that there were skeletons one after another.

The orchid emits a toxic cold flame; even in the endless darkness, every soul heading towards destruction once had the opportunity for repentance, yet most of them did not cherish it

Ami Hai expressionlessly pointed at the blood pool and said: "The master's intentions are truly difficult to comprehend. The blood here is just enough to maintain the vitality of the womb; we need a month to hatch once, so we must select the best. You know, we can produce at most ten bodies a year, because the black dragon only mates once a year. This is the main reason I invited you here, we can make it to jointly build this legion"

As the skeleton emerged, it numbly walked into the blood pool that housed the first black dragon's womb. The dark priest used his arm to part the flesh wall, revealing the large yellow ovary, and slowly pushed the skeleton soldier inside. The writhing tentacles within the ovary grasped him, enveloping him, and gradually closed in.

The wizard's palace is built in a cold deep pit, beneath which lies a blood pool constructed from bones and flesh. Taking advantage of this excellent territory, he can comfortably soak in a bathtub overflowing with blood foam, allowing his complexion to appear rosy. Most of the time, he sits in the red light of the candle, breathing in the stench of blood, holding great books about life in his hands, his eyelids swollen, resembling a bishop, controlling the fate of those who come and go.

Everything is so tranquil

It was already late, and that was not a timid soul filled with emotions. A gnarled hand suddenly grasped it tightly, causing it to squeal in fear. The powerful knuckles lodged in its throat, piercing through its bones from the lungs and emerging from its fur.

The menacing insects hesitated immediately, especially as the phosphorescent glow emanating from the bones approached, casting a greenish light around them, revealing the terrified expressions of the wizards accompanying the insects. They all shrank back in fear; even the smallest ants clung to life, while the massive ant-like creatures swayed their antennae erratically, descending into chaos. At that moment, a dark priest cloaked in black robes appeared before them. They fell silent in fear, hoping for a chance to negotiate, yet they clearly heard the ominous sound of their own fate.

With a ringing sound, it was as if the seasons had changed; a gust of wind swept through, transforming the fields. The earth heaved, and countless skeletal soldiers rose from their makeshift graves, brandishing rusted swords. Having ended their brief moment of slumber, they shook off the remaining soil from their bodies and cast their cruel red gazes upon the expanse before them. In what should have been a sparse silhouette resembling a fence, not a trace of the night could be seen on the other side, for behind each skeleton stood another skeleton, and behind that skeleton, yet another.

Having lost the Black Dragon, she exchanged it for the withered bones of new life. This is a form of madness, yet Koko Malin acted in this manner without ever offering an explanation. She sent those wombs, and Ami Hai received them with trepidation, while the exchanger ought to know how to maximize their utility.

There lies the Blood Pool's wilderness, which is actually located on the continent of Darkness. The number of Blood Pools constructed by powerful wizards is unknown, but there are at least a dozen of such enormous pools; however, they possess only this one. Before the awakening of Amihai, the dark priests had already cleaned this Blood Pool in accordance with the instructions he had previously left. The Transmuter was quite pleased with this, as he recognized Amihai's exceptional talent through his management style. Before the awakening of Amihai, the dark priests had already cleaned this Blood Pool in accordance with the instructions he had previously left. The Transmuter was quite pleased with this, as he recognized Amihai's exceptional talent through his management style

The candlelight flickers, poised as if to take flight

What? Koko Marlene has sent an envoy

To achieve a breakthrough, one must change the course of events. In the darkness of the Darnkness, there is nothing that cannot be imagined, especially now that they have the support of the great demon god, Koko Malin. Ami Hai aspires to be the master of the Hall of Death, while the Transmuter hopes to become a high-ranking noble. Their shared sentiment can be summarized in one phrase: "Establishing a new order for an undead society"

At the edge of the Blood Pool territory, a mole guard set out to patrol. Darkness accompanied by a chill enveloped the grassy hills, and the thin mist shrouded the area, while dew silently flowed into the soft soil along the stripped and bare bones. Perhaps there were the sounds of insects, as those little creatures could never restrain themselves, calling out one or two times when no one was watching, and on clear moonlit nights, they could be annoyingly noisy, but not today

Skeletons, as individual entities, cannot be considered strong; therefore, they are generally employed in overwhelming numbers. It is rare to encounter anyone who dares to use such a challenging approach. In the pervasive darkness of Darkness, the phosphorescence is too conspicuous, akin to a target. However, Amiha successfully commanded a surprise attack, and when the phosphorescent spines connected, a terrifying illumination spread across the battlefield, making the numerical advantage even more pronounced, instantly shattering the enemy's will.

The exchanger observed the dark priest laboriously applying phosphorescent paint to the vertebrae of the skeleton, gradually delineating its ranks. Amiha did not use simple pigments or colorful strips of cloth, but patiently painted each segment of the skeleton's spine with phosphorescent paint. The exchanger found this particularly admirable, as it was time-consuming and labor-intensive, yet it enhanced the skeleton's intimidating presence in the dark and facilitated command and control.

Disgusting insect fluids covered the ground. Half an hour later, a burial crown from a certain king was casually tossed into the carriage, inconspicuously blending in with the pile of jewels offered to Cocomarin...

The majority of the skeleton legions serve merely as temporary military forces, with rapid expansion in numbers being a conventional means to achieve victory. Commanders of legions from other factions may begin to covet the resources of others, as it is far more convenient than competing with humans for grave sites. In terms of numbers, 120,000 cannot be considered a favorable figure. Currently, the largest undead legion is the two hundred thousand plague legion under the command of the Demon Lord Lucifuge. Had there been the capability to bring this entire army to the Middle-earth battlefield back in the day, the outcome against humanity would have been uncertain. It is precisely because the undead forces have too many limitations and flaws that they remain subordinate forces, while the Amihai and the Reclaimers are destined to be merely the nobility of the lower strata of society. Currently, the largest undead legion is the two hundred thousand plague legion under the command of the Demon Lord Lucifuge. Had there been the capability to bring this entire army to the Middle-earth battlefield back in the day, the outcome against humanity would have been uncertain. It is precisely because the undead forces have too many limitations and flaws that they remain subordinate forces, while the Amihai and the Reclaimers are destined to be merely the nobility of the lower strata of society

The blood vessels became flushed, the uterus received the desired and ample nourishment, swelling violently twice, then breathing rhythmically, as if in the moment when the heart beats, that was the initial moment of the soul's birth

Hmm, A Mi Hai considered for a moment, "Please bring the replacers over, immediately dismantle all those that are severely damaged to make high-quality weapon materials. My troops only ever need complete ones."

As time and battles progressed, half of the skeleton soldiers in Amihai's skeletal army had already served for a year. Their obsessions influenced each other, allowing them to accept some relatively complex behavioral rules. Over time, they became increasingly intelligent. However, to enable their continued growth to the point where they could think like humans, a soul was necessary. To give birth to a soul in a mere framework of bones, blood was required.

From the cavern of the blood pool, enormous ants sensed the death of the patrolling soldiers and charged out with their fangs raised. These fangs were sharper than iron pincers, capable of snapping any sturdy bone. Behind the ants followed a horde of undead sorcerers, along with stinking bugs that exhaled toxic gas. They contaminated the earth with their bodily fluids, and beneath their fangs, bones crumbled like a meal. Who could withstand the onslaught of such ferocious insects? They contaminated the earth with their bodily fluids, and beneath their fangs, bones crumbled like a meal. Who could withstand the onslaught of such ferocious insects?

Ami Hai had long been waiting outside the Blood Pool, providing the Exchangeer with an opportunity for inspection while also demonstrating sufficient sincerity. The organization of the Skeleton Legion is a matter of confidentiality; each legion has its own distinct management style. Once the code of the souls is deciphered, the soul fire of the master controller is at risk, and only the legion of skeletons driven by obsession can be easily recruited by others.

"At least one thousand six hundred skeleton soldiers have been completely destroyed," a dark priest reported solemnly. "Our skeleton legion has suffered considerable losses in the battle against the subterranean race, with approximately two thousand casualties, of which one thousand five hundred are quite severe."

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The dark priests seized the body of despair, the once proud and confident master of the blood pool, and stuffed him into a base of an iron coffin used for execution, binding him tightly. His cries and struggles were in vain. They lifted the iron coffin to a height, connecting the blood vessels to the womb at the bottom of the coffin, and then slammed down the coffin lid, which was lined with blades, silencing the annoying screams in an instant. The dark priests derived a certain pleasure from this; with practice, they became skilled at such tasks. They smiled as they meticulously checked to avoid waste. They lifted the iron coffin to a height, connecting the blood vessels to the womb at the bottom of the coffin, and then slammed down the coffin lid, which was lined with blades, silencing the annoying screams in an instant. The dark priests derived a certain pleasure from this; with practice, they became skilled at such tasks. They smiled as they meticulously checked to avoid waste.

The moment Ami Hai stepped out of the altar, he had already become a minor deity of death. His loyalty and contributions had finally been rewarded. Unlike the human society of Lightness, which overflowed with milk and honey, in the dark realm of Darkness, the opportunities for promotion were highly coveted, often requiring enormous risks and sacrifices, with the minimum cost being death. There were never any applause, but he could genuinely feel a sense of comfort.

The best bones

There are indeed some. After atoning for their sins and demonstrating their talents and loyalty, those ruthless souls may be permitted to be reborn as denizens of darkness, fulfilling their duties with flesh and blood that flows with darkness, until one day their loyalty and contributions satisfy their exalted master. Afterward, when they die again, it marks a new beginning

The standard of Koukoumalien is ninety-nine loyalties

The majesty of Hell has waned. During the millennia in which the Demon King was sealed by the alliance of humans and angels, the demonic emissaries were powerless to control the entirety of the Dark Continent. The periphery of Hell has fragmented into countless large and small realms. Some races, once loyal servants, now dwell atop high mountains and icy plains, transforming the administrative halls that govern the dead into fortresses, treating the contracts of fear and worship as mere trifles. The new order of Hell is in urgent need of reorganization, which will undoubtedly present an opportunity for the loyal and a lament for the rebellious. Some races, once loyal servants, now dwell atop high mountains and icy plains, transforming the administrative halls that govern the dead into fortresses, treating the contracts of fear and worship as mere trifles. The new order of Hell is in urgent need of reorganization, which will undoubtedly present an opportunity for the loyal and a lament for the rebellious.

Knowledge, magic, and fragments of the soul all reside within that blood. The key to instantly rejuvenating the soul lies in the hands of Koukoumalin

The Recycler and Ami Hai were both excited as they watched the scene. The Recycler said: "This is the skeleton I picked out to present to Koko Malin, the finest skeleton. Lady Koko Malin has specifically requested to monitor its growth. Perhaps in life, it was not an extraordinary being, but in death, it is destined to shock the entire dark world. On the land of Darkness, no one will be unaware of its great name, and we are its creators. It will be the first Blood Skeleton and also the strongest skeleton. For this reason, I have named it Skull Great." On the land of Darkness, no one will be unaware of its great name, and we are its creators. It will be the first Blood Skeleton and also the strongest skeleton. For this reason, I have named it Skull Great.

Are teeth and toxic gas remarkable?

Where did so many skeletons come from? A glimmer of phosphorescence suddenly emerged from the disturbed soil, illuminating the skeleton's spine like a beautiful ornament. "What is this?" the mole guardian gazed curiously, suddenly filled with fear. "No, the Undead Legion!"

Moreover, the application method of the phosphorescent paint by Ami Hai seems to carry even more specific connotations

After succinctly expressing a consistent stance, the topic between the Grim Reaper Amihai and the Exchangeer returned to the current focus of cooperation. Amihai briefly introduced the current situation: "As you can see, we have fought seven major battles so far, reclaiming lost territory within two hundred miles north of Munich for Lord Koko Malin. Some tough battles have a significant impact on troop numbers, and at times, the number of soldiers lost exceeds those that can be replenished. After each battle, I mark them." Some tough battles have a significant impact on troop numbers, and at times, the number of soldiers lost exceeds those that can be replenished. After each battle, I mark them.

The Messenger of Koko Malin? The Lord of the Blood Pool raised the book in his hand, "I have heard that you are the ruler of the upper hell, the Demon King, correct? My Blood Pool also belongs to the upper hell? These ancient names from ten thousand years ago would have long been forgotten if not for the existence of Munich Castle and the fir woods. Go back and tell your master that the Demon King is no longer the sovereign of the demon realm. There will always be a place in the land of Darkness that does not belong to hell, and Munich is already an outdated name. Do not disturb me again." Go back and tell your master that the Demon King is no longer the sovereign of the demon realm. There will always be a place in the land of Darkness that does not belong to hell, and Munich is already an outdated name. Do not disturb me again.

Hundreds of thousands of skeleton soldiers lie neatly on the plains, resembling a world of exposed corpses, evoking a haunting ballad. Someone sang in the place where it sleeps—when it was still a little spirit. The changer remembers all the ancient and melodious tunes

Ami Hai was chosen by Koko Malin because he had previously served in a very formal skeleton army. As a defector, he possessed rare experience. Ami Hai was well aware of this; to succeed in any endeavor, one must understand with whom to collaborate. He immediately thought of the Exchangeer, who, like him, was eager to gain Koko Malin's favor. Only Ami Hai could prove the Exchangeer's strength. Moreover, if Koko Malin were to fall, they would both face complete annihilation, making them the most suitable partners for collaboration. He immediately thought of the Exchangeer, who, like him, was eager to gain Koko Malin's favor. Only Ami Hai could prove the Exchangeer's strength. Moreover, if Koko Malin were to fall, they would both face complete annihilation, making them the most suitable partners for collaboration

Blood is of utmost importance; for the undead, its significance surpasses that of the living. What one possesses is often taken for granted, yet once lost, it becomes a source of envy and contention, with an insatiable desire for more

That was the era of the turbulent wars of Darkness.

He crawled on the ground, hoping to find a pair of feet to embrace and kiss, but a cold voice plunged him into hell. Ami Hai said indifferently: "If you become the most loyal servant, then what am I? Don't get me wrong, I haven't killed you yet, I have merely drained your blood for hetushu.com. You have soaked in the essence of blood for thousands of years in the blood pool. As your blood drains away, your soul will also be torn to shreds, like bile soaking in wine. Don't get me wrong, I haven't killed you yet, I have merely drained your blood for hetushu.com. You have soaked in the essence of blood for thousands of years in the blood pool. As your blood drains away, your soul will also be torn to shreds, like bile soaking in wine. Fear, for it will be delicious."

From this moment on, the first question often asked by Amihai is, "How much have we lost?"

Navigating through my own life

Indeed, in just a short while, the exchanger arrived swiftly, and the plan in Amiha's heart would soon have an answer

Kill them

Thus, the primary issue arose: the use of the Blood Pool. To be honest, the assault on the Blood Pool's territory was somewhat hasty, as the front lines had advanced significantly, and the ensuing losses in the upcoming battles would be greatly amplified. However, with the Blood Pool in place, the substantial maintenance costs for the skeleton soldiers could be addressed, and research on advanced units could be conducted. For the sake of development, Koko Malin approved Amihai's proposal, granting him the opportunity to ascend to the status of a Death God. While all Death Gods share the same title, a regular Death God serves as a mere laborer in Hell, whereas a Death God with a Blood Pool becomes a commander of the undead, with their value significantly increased. For the sake of development, Koko Malin approved Amihai's proposal, granting him the opportunity to ascend to the status of a Death God. While all Death Gods share the same title, a regular Death God serves as a mere laborer in Hell, whereas a Death God with a Blood Pool becomes a commander of the undead, with their value significantly increased.

However, my lord. The dark priest, fearing punishment for his loquacity, dared only to speak after prostrating himself on the ground. He made his voice as humble as possible: "Compared to other forces, our number of skeletons is too few, and it is currently very difficult to find more. Perhaps..."

With helmets and armor, the skeletons let the bones of their toes tread upon the vast fields. The soulless runners, however, accumulate truth with thousands upon thousands of bones. More ferocious and in greater numbers, they carry the purest essence of death, spreading the notion of inevitable demise across the battlefield. Whether through eyes, antennae, behind shields, or hidden within shells, that white terror is omnipresent, filling the line of sight in an instant

The dark priest summoned a skeleton soldier, and Ami Hai pointed to the first cervical vertebra to explain: "Starting from here, after each battle, if the skeleton remains intact, a segment of the vertebra will be applied. If it is severely damaged, the bones will be dismantled and used to reinforce lightly injured skeletons, or simply destroyed to serve as weapon components. As a result of this practice, the skeleton soldiers that are more visibly bright will become the primary targets of attacks, and I always place them at the front. My goal is for them to grow stronger with each battle, and as the remnants accumulate rapidly, they will evolve into the ultimate undead army. So far, among the 120,000 skeletons, there have been none injured, and only fewer than 2,000 here are qualified to have the seventh segment of the vertebra applied today, the vast majority of which were sent by you."

When the price of bones exceeds that of meat, even the right to sleep peacefully is stripped away

The resplendent Lightness, where the blood of humanity flows abundantly, is truly enviable.

"I guarantee you will not be disappointed with the fire of the soul." The trader let out a sinister laugh, their ethereal form swelling and contracting, embodying the authority of an expert. "The best means that everything must be the best! I will forge genuine bone dragons from those skeletons, serving as the backbone of our legion in its early stages. Furthermore, I have obtained the blood skeleton execution plan bestowed by Lord Koko Malin; we shall be the great creators. One day, the dark knights will pale in comparison to our creations, and we are counting on them for everything. Moreover, I have obtained the blood skeleton execution plan bestowed by Lord Koko Malin; we shall be the great creators. One day, the dark knights will pale in comparison to our creations, and we are counting on them for everything. Immediately, I will show you the finest bones."

"It will never happen again." The voice of Messenger Amihai echoed clearly in the room and even in the corridor, accompanied by a sneer. "Nevertheless, I must convey this message, for it is the command given to me by Lady Kokomalen. Listen carefully, Kokomalen says it is necessary to ... ... "

In the blood pool, the exchanger encountered those wombs, all of which were alive, existing with the mission of serving as production machines. All of this, along with the collected black dragon skeletons, filled the exchanger with ecstatic joy, akin to a skilled craftsman discovering precious materials, an excitement that is difficult to articulate

He arrived at the door illuminated by the phosphorescent glow of the wall, where a black gnome wearing a green hat opened the door for him. The master of the blood pool sat in a chair inside the room, adorned with a burial crown from a certain king. Before Amihai could utter a word, he was met with humiliation

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