Chapter 2: Bloodthirsty

It was the second month after their birth when Amiha appeared in the blood pool, holding a chain of iron that was tethering a large number of formless souls, probably around one hundred. Skull was puzzled as to why those souls were bound, as they did not seem to have any physical form. However, those souls were tied by Amiha's iron chain, walking in a dejected line, resignedly gazing at the bones soaking in the blood pool. Skull recognized the soul of the dark priest who had lost his life because of him, realizing that something was about to happen. Yet, those souls were still bound by Amiha's iron chain, walking in a dejected line, resignedly gazing at the bones soaking in the blood pool. Skull recognized the soul of the dark priest who had lost his life because of him, realizing that something was about to happen.

"Let go! Quickly, hold him! His strength is too great!" The dark priests shouted loudly, as the large fingers constricted. The dark priest, who was being choked, stretched out his tongue, desperately pounding, but to no avail, his throat rattling in the perplexing claws.

Forever unable to be open and aboveboard, forever having to tread carefully, kissing in the twilight while worrying about the dawn. Is it true that so-called great love must endure suffering? Is it that only the tragic can be unparalleled in beauty?

The witches have finished their preparations and are ready to depart. They are the last battalion, their faces veiled in black gauze, standing silently in the courtyard, like shadows in the darkness. The delicate figure, the witch leader Yi Wulian, raised her head and caught sight of the cold light from the window of the main building, where Koko Malin's gaze was also fixed upon her. A gust of evening wind blew, lifting Yi Wulian's veil and garments, revealing her graceful figure and eyes that shone like starlight. The delicate figure, the witch leader Yi Wulian, raised her head and caught sight of the cold light from the window of the main building, where Koko Malin's gaze was also fixed upon her. A gust of evening wind blew, lifting Yi Wulian's veil and garments, revealing her graceful figure and eyes that shone like starlight

Suddenly, the skeleton felt a surge of power coursing through his body. In that moment, he heard his own roar, the sounds of battle, and the cracking of bones. Blood flowed automatically to his feet, making a bubbling sound as it was absorbed by his skeleton. Every bone in his body emitted this absorbing force, and he quickly straightened his chest. The blood on the ground transformed into a mass of red mist that merged into his bone marrow, while the corpses instantly became desiccated.

In solitude, one observes the world with greater diligence, memorizing various rules, even forgetting the passage of time. Skull gradually learns to distinguish each of them, realizing that even skeletons are all different, especially Skull Ten

Thus, those memories of blood gradually resurfaced, and Lou Da gazed at the bloodstains on his fingers, no longer feeling anxious

The skeleton stumbled and fell, with a long spear firmly pinned to the ground between the gaps of its ribs. The skeleton lay with its legs in the air, using its hands to alternately push against the pole to pull itself up. As it swayed unsteadily at the top of the pole, it suddenly realized that this was not a game, for if it were a game, there had never been so many people joyfully shouting and cheering.

Those fellows jumped out of the pool and formed a somewhat disorganized line, which made Amihai sigh deeply. "O guilty souls, it is I, Amihai, who grants you this opportunity. The honor of being undead soldiers should make you proud, thus ensuring your absolute loyalty to our master, Kokomalen. Otherwise, the blood covenant will collapse, and the fire of your souls will forever extinguish."

The leader of Yinsiya claims to be the Lord of the Land of Yinsiya, shrouded in some mystery as he never makes an appearance. Under his leadership, Yinsiya has grown powerful; they established this nation a thousand years ago and built a vast earthen fortress to safeguard the secrets of the Lord of the Land.

The skeleton let out a "crack" as it fell to the ground, causing the entire phalanx of rushing skeleton soldiers to trip over one another, each grasping the ribcage of the one in front. Sturdy bone frames piled together, while the weaker ones scattered across the ground. Headless figures ran chaotically, chasing after their round and lively heads that rolled energetically, while javelins and shields rolled amidst the forest of leg bones, knocking them down.

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But even for Koukou Marlene, it can only be this way

Amiha's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver; after falling into darkness for several thousand years, he thought such a color would never appear again. The only trace of vitality left in his soul surged to his face.

Before him, a red mist flowed, and the will of the great skull had become somewhat blurred. At this moment, a scent of blood wafted over, as if a rope had been extended into his hand. Following that rope, the great skull found the means to save himself

They emerged from the womb of the Black Dragon, gazing at the world with a dazed and confused look, imbued with a sense of ferocity, for their companions shared the same gaze. Following the instructions of Amihai, they, along with over one hundred other skeletons, remained motionless in the blood pool. That was their warm bed, and like all infants, they patiently lay in their warm bed, peering through the blood to observe the world.

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"You may come forth, my blood skeletons. You are different from those lowly beings; you must understand pride, but first, you must understand patience, for before you grow, your experiences are even less than theirs, not even comparable to the most ordinary. I believe you are now able to discern which is the lowest, but I want you to integrate into it and strive to learn from them. Whatever they do, you must do likewise." I believe you are now able to discern which is the lowest, but I want you to integrate into it and strive to learn from them. Whatever they do, you must do likewise.

Dark night, fragrant

The skeleton was captivated, gradually no longer agitated by the novelty of external matters. The dark priest had just been slain, and his heart was still racing, vibrant blood flowing from the ventricles, pulsating rhythmically. ... A vigorous red light emanated from the eye sockets of the skeleton, a familiar sensation compelling him to focus on the rhythm of the pulsation, once, once, once ...

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I am the witch Yi Wulian, I do not love anyone, I only kill them. This is my fate, my only joy

Block it! Chop it down! Chop again! Chop again!

He did not dare to hesitate for too long, lest Yi Wulian notice. When he realized that Yi Wulian was already looking at him, he quickly commanded, "Run! Start running!"

Coco Marlene smiled, and with the nightingale of Thorns, Yi Wulian proceeded without hesitation. Everything would surely go smoothly, and there was nothing to worry about; she could already see complete victory. Gently opening her palm, a rose bloomed in her hand. Coco Marlene tossed the rose aside and immediately turned back into the room. The rose traced an arc in the air, falling at Yi Wulian's feet. When she bent down to pick it up, her finger pricked painfully, drawing a drop of blood, which contrasted with her snow-like skin, exuding an indescribable charm. A few fallen petals slowly drifted down from the sky, finally landing on Yi Wulian's night-colored veil. Yi Wulian stared at the drop of blood on her finger, momentarily lost in thought.

The skeletal figures swayed, stepping in disarray, before departing from the blood pool. They were acutely aware of their fate, the impending disasters and suffering, the fear of dying and dying again. Like frail infants, they trembled helplessly as they watched their limbs transform into stark whiteness, while more than half of them had previously been the ones cracking whips over bones.

The Blood Skull cannot be whipped, otherwise it will bring about a fatal disaster.

Hurry, hurry, pick up your weapons, run! Assemble!

It is very magnificent

At that time, they were also adorable

Ami Hai was enraged by the unexpected situation that should not have occurred, while also realizing the divine power possessed by the newly born Skull Great. The dark priest, who had narrowly escaped disaster, gasped on the ground, looking at this uncontrollable newborn with a terrified gaze. The dark priest was a shepherd of the undead, and with such an incident occurring, it seemed as if a sheep had bitten its shepherd, leading Ami Hai to sense the emergence of some troublesome signs.

However, the burning sensation continued, quickly transforming into a bone-chilling cold that left him without the strength to move. His senses were rapidly fading, and he was on the verge of collapse! At that moment, a force erupted from deep within his bones, accompanied by a roar, causing him to curl up on the ground and howl in madness. A terrifying red light burst forth from his eyes as a skeleton had just stepped on him, but he suddenly stood up and seized it by the spine, hurling it several meters away. Trembling, he grasped the legs of the corpse, and the pain gave him immense strength. He forcefully tore the corpse in half, blood splattering out, spraying onto his bones, like a cool breeze passing by, instantly soothing the pain and awakening his senses.

The skeleton, unwilling to back down, instinctively swung its sword. The agile skeleton deftly dodged and retaliated by slamming its shield. The skeleton's head, not very sturdy, flew off from the cervical spine, rolling far away on the ground, while its body hurriedly ran to retrieve it. However, it stumbled and collided with another skeleton, which was even more irritable. Raising a fist, it knocked down the headless fly while also toppling others, prompting a retaliatory kick in return

The dark priest stood on the stage, brandishing a whip and shouting loudly: "Set off! For Munich, for the glory of Lady Kokomalen!"

They lay in the pool of blood, indistinguishable from the bones that formed the bottom of the pool. During this time, they absorbed the mixed and chaotic souls intertwined with the blood, in order to rapidly acquire more thoughts. This was the standard method for upgrading the skeleton legion, yet for Amihei, it was a last resort.

The boiling blood that is to flow out from the body

The expression on Amihai's face, holding a scythe, was quite grim. The command from the Exchangeer reached Skull's mind, and he forcefully pushed the obstructing Dark Priest against the wall, advancing menacingly towards Skull Ten. When Skull Ten threw a punch, he easily met it with his palm, gripping it firmly, and then twisted Skull Ten's forearm backward.

The dark priest shouted: "Change feet!"

On that day, the roar of the great beast spread across the battlefield for the first time, causing even the Dark Knight to pause in confusion and take a look.

They distributed new items to those with better performance, providing them with polished longswords and spiked shields made of bone. Many received long, sharp bone spears, and in the moment when the blood moon rose in the east and their willpower was somewhat scattered, they were governed by temporarily revived fragments of memory, performing free movements that made them appear thoughtful. Some studied the shields, while others struck the bone spears, chasing each other until the dark priest looked over, cracking the whip against them with a loud snap. Many received long, sharp bone spears, and in the moment when the blood moon rose in the east and their willpower was somewhat scattered, they were governed by temporarily revived fragments of memory, performing free movements that made them appear thoughtful. Some studied the shields, while others struck the bone spears, chasing each other until the dark priest looked over, cracking the whip against them with a loud snap

Massacre the city! The command from Koukoumalien is to massacre the city, and it must be done immediately

The scavenger found the solution to the problem; with his enormous claws, he lifted the panicked dark priest, causing blood to splatter amidst the screams. He pulled out the opponent's heart and held it up before the skull's large eyes

Skull Ten did not react; she executed a very special and delicate movement, forcefully kicking her calf backward and striking between his legs. Then they both froze. Skull released Skull Ten and carefully examined whether his pelvis was injured. Skull Ten also quieted down, appearing unusually perplexed. This spared the Transmuter and Ami Hai a great deal of discussion, yet it seemed that everyone was somewhat taken aback.

Ami Hai knelt before Yi Wulian in greeting. Yi Wulian held a high status and was the Ice Sorceress from the Holy Mountain of Bastin, a relative of Kou Kou Ma Lian, someone he could not afford to offend. After receiving the greeting, Yi Wulian nodded to him and instructed his troops to proceed first. Ami Hai felt somewhat troubled. Although the undead army could not compare to the sorceresses, their numbers were quite substantial. If they took too long to leave, it would be disrespectful to keep the sorceresses waiting; however, if he stated this outright, it would seem as if he was intentionally insulting Yi Wulian's intelligence. The undead army, while not comparable to the sorceresses, was indeed quite large. If they took too long to leave, it would be disrespectful to keep the sorceresses waiting; yet, if he expressed this directly, it would appear as though he was deliberately undermining Yi Wulian's wisdom.

Skull finally noticed it

There is a place called Inxia, which was once a territory of Munich in ancient times. Although its land is not particularly vast, it is a monarchy of the earth element. Unlike Leitenis, which maintains a balance of elements, Daknis tends to favor two elements: earth and fire, while the ice hell closest to the surface particularly leans towards the earth element

The battle was intense, and the running feet occasionally trampled nearby. Skull was knocked about, swaying unsteadily. He preferred to lie on the ground, picking up the mud, indifferent to being stepped on by others. All he wanted was to alleviate that pain and once again experience that moment of wonder. For Skull at this moment, that was the only meaning of his existence

Struggling is the abyss, growing ever deeper

The newly born skeleton is a brutal infant

Thoughts surged one after another, and in the eyes of the skeletal figure, the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe appeared. Everything around was red, yet Amiha seemed somewhat pale. Suddenly, countless iron chains emerged from the sleeves of Amiha's robe, binding the limbs of the skeletal figure and pulling him against the wall. He saw those iron chains surge forth like a storm, and before he could decide whether to struggle, the dark priest had already rushed in and shackled him with cuffs.

The skull glared fiercely at its surroundings, and the newly born souls felt a strong sense of unease

Skull Da doubted that he was the only restless skeleton. On the wall of the blood pool that Skull Ten was observing, there was a patterned area, and some fragrant individuals were walking back and forth outside the blood pool. Skull Da wanted to ask them some questions, but he did not know how to express himself, as they could not speak, nor was there a second person like the Exchangeer with whom he could converse. Although many companions were crowded together, one could say they were piled up, there was still a feeling of discomfort that troubled him, and it was only after a long time that he understood it was the loneliness within his heart. Skull Da wanted to ask them some questions, but he did not know how to express himself, as they could not speak, nor was there a second person like the Exchangeer with whom he could converse. Although many companions were crowded together, one could say they were piled up, there was still a feeling of discomfort that troubled him, and it was only after a long time that he understood it was the loneliness within his heart

With a clang, the iron chains of Amihai vanished into the sleeves of his robe. The souls themselves stepped into the blood pool, seeking to merge with empty skeletons. Subsequently, blood foam surged, and over a hundred special skeletal soldiers were born, rising from the pool and gazing at one another, their eyes unmistakably revealing a look of fear.

The corpse of the dark priest, whose head was severed by the flying mantis, was bleeding profusely from the neck. The vision of the figure, known as Skull, suddenly became clear; no, it was not just clear, but he suddenly saw that the robe of the dark priest's front officer was blue, adorned with golden edges. The intermingling footsteps around him were white, and his own body was also white, yet the blood in his palms was red. The earth was black, and there was that aura that had drawn him here; Skull suddenly realized it was a kind of stimulation he had never felt before, surging in through a small hole in the center of his face. The intermingling footsteps around him were white, and his own body was also white, yet the blood in his palms was red. The earth was black, and there was that aura that had drawn him here; Skull suddenly realized it was a kind of stimulation he had never felt before, surging in through a small hole in the center of his face.

Skull Da suddenly felt that he should be one of them, a remarkable existence. Skull Da knew that if there was any flaw in the formation, it was himself. Therefore, he made an effort to stay in sync with the others, aiming to blend in with everyone. However, when the Dark Priest shouted "Change feet," he still made a mistake. All the skeletons nimbly took a small step, shifting their left foot forward to the right. Yet, when the Dark Priest shouted "Change feet," he still made a mistake. All the skeletons nimbly took a small step, shifting their left foot forward to the right. Before Skull Da could confirm whether his movement was correct, he was stepped on. Just as he adjusted his foot, the Dark Priest shouted "Turn left and read the book," causing Skull Da to bump into the brother in front of him. The Dark Priest, furious, yanked on the whip in his hand, wanting to lash out at him but hesitating to do so.

It is a powerful feeling, akin to the figures in the old paintings hanging on the walls of an art gallery, yearning to return to the crowd admiring them under the dim light

On the day of its birth, Skull Big followed the instructions of the Tinkerer and grasped every newborn that emerged from the womb, calming them down. Finally, it was Skull Ten's turn. Like everyone else, the newly born Skull Ten was anxious about the world. Acting on instinct for self-defense, the first thing she did upon emerging was to deliver a fierce punch to the nearest Skull Nine, causing Skull Nine's face to turn backward, followed by a hard kick to the tailbone. Like everyone else, the newly born Skull Ten was anxious about the world. Acting on instinct for self-defense, the first thing she did upon emerging was to deliver a fierce punch to the nearest Skull Nine, causing Skull Nine's face to turn backward, followed by a hard kick to the tailbone.

The exchanger seems to be able to know all of his feelings, explaining to him: "That is blood"

As Skull Great felt a chill run down his spine, the war drums of charge sounded. The colorless and odorless incense, mixed with waves of intent, surged into his empty skull. The commanding spider monster moved with its eight long legs, approaching with the frontline commander, while the surrounding skeleton brothers rushed forward in a frenzy. Something must be amiss; Skull Great felt a twinge of fear, standing still as he was jostled by the skeletons behind him, yet he did not wish to move forward. After all, the Dark Priest was not there to whip him, so he didn't have to go to such a dangerous place, right? Something must be amiss; Skull Great felt a twinge of fear, standing still as he was jostled by the skeletons behind him, yet he did not wish to move forward. After all, the Dark Priest was not there to whip him, so he didn't have to go to such a dangerous place, right? He crossed his arms, his leg bones trembling slightly, producing a series of clattering sounds.

The dark priest stood atop the giant spider, issuing commands. Skull, it seemed, sensed some information hinting at a rhythm; perhaps for other skeletons, it was a strong order, but for him, it was merely a faint and difficult-to-accept wave of thought. He simply followed the serious actions of his companions around him, striving to keep up with the tempo, lest he be struck by those behind him

Who would have thought that the daughter born in darkness, Koko Malin, the loyal assistant of the Demon King, could also possess a sincere love? She ventured out into the darkest night, and no one knew where she went except for the ferryman of the dead. Then she returned, joyful, with the fragrance of roses on her collar, causing all the roses in Munich to bloom fervently.

While speaking, Skull Ten stood closest to the edge of the pool, one hand on his hip, his posture somewhat peculiar. Suddenly, Skull Da felt a surge of impulse; seeing Skull Nine stand beside Skull Ten made him quite uncomfortable. He opened his mouth and leaped fiercely, sending a wave of blood from the blood pool crashing over, knocking Skull Nine into the corner. He stood upright in the most ferocious manner, baring his teeth at all his companions, intending to display his authority as Number One. He opened his mouth and leaped fiercely, sending a wave of blood from the blood pool crashing over, knocking Skull Nine into the corner. He stood upright in the most ferocious manner, baring his teeth at all his companions, intending to display his authority as Number One. Skull Ten, however, crossed his arms and tilted his pelvis, not even bothering to look at him.

She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, trying her best not to think about cruel things. She recalled the gaze when the flowers fell, a gaze that contained a hint of sadness amidst its greatness, much like the sorrow of all the nightingales in the twilight. Is Koko Malin missing her lover? She had heard of that enviable love story, the astonishing love secret of Koko Malin, but she never dared to speak of it.

The skull gaped widely, observing as the pale brothers clashed in the red world. A large group of dark priests quickly arrived, frantically wielding whips, calling upon each of the troublesome wretches to return to their positions and await the moment for unified action. The skull, too, joyfully fled, carrying its belongings and standing back in place.

The blood skeletons were dispersed for temporary formation, and Skeleton Da joined that group, realizing that his pace was not quite in sync with those around him. He exerted some effort to adjust, striving to swing his arms in the same manner as the others. He clearly sensed that he was different from them; due to the slightest difference in his movements, he was unable to blend into their uniformity, which made him feel lonely, perhaps even a bit excited. He did not know that he was fortunate, but he was certainly uneasy about this loneliness. He clearly sensed that he was different from them; due to the slightest difference in his movements, he was unable to blend into their uniformity, which made him feel lonely, perhaps even a bit excited. He did not know that he was fortunate, but he was certainly uneasy about this loneliness.

The exchanger has arrived, traversing through a jungle of a hundred thousand blades and bones, until he found the great skull within that jungle. The great skull cheerfully showed him a gesture, yet he gazed at the faint pink hue emanating from the moist bones of the great skull, as if he were concerned about something

The meaning of Koko Malin is already clear; if it is not the soul of the Earth Lord that has perished, then it is her own blood. In any case, something must happen to nourish this flower. Even the most trusted person must have the most reliable assurance; thus, victory is a matter of course. For Koko Malin, there is no unexpected victory. For Yi Wulian herself, there is no failure that can be permitted.

A shadow swept across the sky, and Lou Da's face was covered in mud. He saw the half-body of the dark priest, with outstretched fingers, tumble from the back of a gigantic spider monster, prompting all the skeleton soldiers to roar and charge forward. The two lines of troops, stretching for miles, formed uneven waves that engulfed the central barren yellow zone. When the ground forces of both sides intertwined, it was the thunderous moment when the parted seas came crashing back together. Here they come! The spear pierced the belly of the oncoming foe, but the enormous mantis descending from the sky shattered the seemingly unbreakable vanguard line into disarray with its sturdy exoskeleton. The two lines of troops, stretching for miles, formed uneven waves that engulfed the central barren yellow zone. When the ground forces of both sides intertwined, it was the thunderous moment when the parted seas came crashing back together. Here they come! The spear pierced the belly of the oncoming foe, but the enormous mantis descending from the sky shattered the seemingly unbreakable vanguard line into disarray with its sturdy exoskeleton. The soldiers of Inxia broke through the spear formation and engaged in combat with the skeletons. The dark priest wielded a whip, commanding the spearmen to retreat swiftly, while the infantry armed with shields and longswords surged forward. The mantis knights dove down once more, and the giant spider spat out webs, dragging them down from the sky and rolling them on the ground like stones. The soldiers of Inxia broke through the spear formation and engaged in combat with the skeletons. The dark priest wielded a whip, commanding the spearmen to retreat swiftly, while the infantry armed with shields and longswords surged forward. The mantis knights dove down once more, and the giant spider spat out webs, dragging them down from the sky and rolling them on the ground like stones. The skeleton soldiers surged forward, dismembering them with their chaotic blades. In an instant, bones and flesh splattered everywhere, while massive boulders, like shooting stars, darted back and forth between the two camps.

Because it was the first, it was named Skull Great. Upon opening his eyes, Skull Great had already grasped the throat of the dark priest who had assisted him out, while a large group of people held onto his still slippery ribs. Some habitually began to recite the now ineffective necromantic control incantation, creating chaos, until Ami Hai and the Exchangeer arrived

Take a closer look. The thoughts of the exchanger reached his mind, instilling in Skull a sense of obligation to comply. He could not hear the words spoken by others, but fortunately, the exchanger's thoughts could still communicate directly with his soul. The iron chains automatically loosened, and Skull then placed the heart in his palm, feeling quite bewildered

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Subsequently, the name of the Blood Skeleton began to be mentioned by people

Everything is red, and the first person I see is desperately opening their mouth

A thunderous roar erupted from within and outside the walls of Yinsiya, signaling the movement of its army. The ground troops surged madly toward the center of the battlefield, while the airborne mantis cavalry, like frantically swung fly swatters, traced unpredictable arcs as they rushed ahead of the ground forces, targeting their pre-selected objectives

What would happen if this were torn apart or crushed? What would be seen? And who would that be?

Ami was trembling with anger, unsure of what the new blood skeleton was thinking. The formation behind caught up, mostly parting slightly to the sides of the large skeleton, but suddenly two feet jumped onto him, joyfully stepping over from above. The large skeleton's face was pressed straight into the mud, stepping on the back of his head as if descending a staircase, and before leaving, one foot kicked back, striking his already unyielding nose with a fierce blow from the heel.

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His body began to tremble violently, shaking with excitement. Yet that feeling was fleeting, a momentary pleasure, as the bone-deep pain surged once more. Skull Da, with trembling hands, pleaded at the bleeding source—the severed neck of the deceased, hoping to extract some fresh blood, but it seemed to have run dry. Skull Da continued to grope the ground, smearing the mixture of blood and mud onto his ribs. Skull Da, with trembling hands, pleaded at the bleeding source—the severed neck of the deceased, hoping to extract some fresh blood, but it seemed to have run dry. Skull Da continued to grope the ground, smearing the mixture of blood and mud onto his ribs

Someone could not help but softly call her name. Yi Wulian came back to her senses, slowly pinned a rose to her chest, and walked proudly towards the castle's gate. The immortal army is indeed magnificent, and the dark knights are undeniably brave and invincible, but the true pride of the Munich Nightingale lies in Yi Wulian, the Thorn Nightingale, and the dark witches. The proud witches vow to make all enemies tremble, and all fear and beauty will surely be imprinted deep in the hearts of their foes.

Having slain the envoy of Koko Malin, the crime is irreparable, thus there is no need for pleasantries. The dark priests stand tall on the backs of their enormous spider mounts, serving as their command platform. The leading dark priest brandishes a whip and shouts, issuing the command to "advance steadily," prompting the skeletal soldiers to roar in unison, leveling their spears and marching boldly into the battlefield. The sorceress establishes the camp in the rear, while the dark knights charge towards the small hill on the flank, seizing the optimal point for the assault. The leading dark priest brandishes a whip and shouts, issuing the command to "advance steadily," prompting the skeletal soldiers to roar in unison, leveling their spears and marching boldly into the battlefield. The sorceress establishes the camp in the rear, while the dark knights charge towards the small hill on the flank, seizing the optimal point for the assault. Catapults are being erected one by one, aimed at the broad walls of the earthen castle.

As Skull raised his head to look, Louis Delan was adjusting his horse's reins, observing the surroundings. He was shrouded in darkness, making his features indistinguishable, but he wore a peculiar suit of armor, the patterns of which emitted a luminous dark gold from the shadows enveloping his body, giving him an extraordinarily mysterious appearance. He seemed to casually swing his spear, merely to shake off the bloodstains, yet it produced a loud sound in mid-air, and a nearby Insian soldier suddenly split in two. For some reason, he turned to glance at Skull, and two beams of light dazzled Skull's eyes, leaving him momentarily blinded. He appeared to casually swing his spear again, just to shake off the blood, and once more, it produced a loud sound in mid-air, causing another nearby Insian soldier to split in two. Somehow, he turned to glance at Skull again, and the two beams of light dazzled Skull's vision once more. He then urged his horse to stroll leisurely across the battlefield, the soil rotting beneath its hooves, and the recently fallen corpses began to decay instantly, stiffening in the most terrifying appearance of death. The wounded clutched their festering wounds, screaming like slaughtered pigs, and then simply rotted away alongside the corpses, collapsing in the wake of Louis Delan.

Before him was a chaotic scene, and the skeleton was completely bewildered. The skeletons were no longer lined up in orderly rows performing the same actions; they were charging forward one after another to engage in battle with the enemy, creating a scene of madness everywhere.

The moonlight struck directly overhead, illuminating the face of the large skull in the front row, while casting the preparing Insians in shadowy outlines. Backlit by the moon, the soldiers with green skin of the Insians filled the dim wasteland. Suddenly, the horn sounded, and cavalry riding on flying mantises surged out of the castle, buzzing like summer mosquitoes darting towards the stars, weaving chaotic trajectories in midair, obscuring the already faint light even further. Their heads and eyes resembled those of locusts, and they held long spears in their hands. The enormous mantises waved their scythes menacingly, while the cavalry silently locked their targets on the dark priest busy with troop formations.

The dark priests continuously issued commands to their respective troops, while some veteran skeleton soldiers were responsible for distributing weapons, a task they had never taken so seriously before. Piles of weapons and armor were stacked against the wall; some were worn-out burial items, remnants from the battlefield, while others were exquisite pieces crafted from fragments of bones by artisans among the dark priests.

He lay on the ground, propping his chin on his elbows, lost in a fantasy. The eyes of Yi Wulian were the only non-red glimmer in his field of vision. He had never seen gems or starlight, so he did not know how to describe them. Beneath the pile of bones, the skull was completely lost.

Skull Great had arrived outside the Blood Pool for the first time, yet the scene before him felt somewhat familiar. The Dark Priest stood atop a massive spider, swinging a whip from side to side, causing a sea of skeletons to rise from the ground with a crisp sound. They had been peacefully resting in the arms of their companions behind them, but the sound of the whip disturbed their sweet dreams, awakening their lingering memories. As they stood up from the ground, they formed a forest of bones. They had been peacefully resting in the arms of their companions behind them, but the sound of the whip disturbed their sweet dreams, awakening their lingering memories. As they stood up from the ground, they formed a forest of bones.

He was born to be valiant and skilled in battle, or perhaps it was due to his absorption of the blood rich in magical power from the master of the Blood Pool that made him exceptionally strong. He grasped the shoulder blade of Skull Ten and lifted him up. Skull Two to Skull Nine had their moments of chaos, but when it came to that point, they became obedient.

Amiha glared at him, filled with a desire to immediately tear him to pieces. However, the voice of the dark priest cried out from behind, as Selos had already arrived here, towering like a pillar, its four hooves thrashing back and forth, trampling over anything that refused to yield. In an instant, bones flew everywhere, and the skeleton soldiers that fell to the ground screamed as they shattered, their skulls sinking into the mud. Amiha felt a pang of sorrow and wanted to scream, but nothing could stop the rushing Selos; shouting was futile. In an instant, bones flew everywhere, and the skeleton soldiers that fell to the ground screamed as they shattered, their skulls sinking into the mud. Amiha felt a pang of sorrow and wanted to scream, but nothing could stop the rushing Selos; shouting was futile.

The changer did not become angry at this outrageous behavior; instead, he felt exhilarated by their emotional revival. He needed fierce warriors, and he just happened to require the leader of the Blood Skeletons. He allowed them to stand in their preferred positions, letting them be playful like children, for they would soon learn to conform to the behaviors appropriate to their status and how to obey commands. For desire, the thirst for blood, would quickly become their shackles. He allowed them to stand in their preferred positions, letting them be playful like children, for they would soon learn to conform to the behaviors appropriate to their status and how to obey commands. For desire, the thirst for blood, would quickly become their shackles

Lotus

The first thoughts of Skull Big, along with his curiosity about the outside world, are all built upon flesh and blood. He wants to grasp the flesh and blood in his hands clearly, so he holds on tightly without letting go. Everything is red! The red light filling his eyes makes Skull Big feel extremely restless, while the quivering throat seems to concentrate some fragile yet exquisite elements

The love for the velvet cloak's trim and the scent of lavender was something her lover had intentionally left behind here. In the cold, dark castle, Cocomarin buried her face in the cloak and took a deep breath, redirecting her attention back to the window. The Munich castle, covered in roses, had a nightingale perched at the window, seemingly aware of her sorrowful secret, and thus dared not sing.

A sense of restlessness spread anew within his heart, burning upward from every toe, like ice igniting. His entire body trembled, seemingly growing colder, and he desperately needed something to warm him. That feeling gradually became numb, followed by a searing heat that erupted from his bones, driving him into a rage. He could not think, going mad in that indistinguishable sensation of hot and cold, when a skeletal soldier collided with him. The skeleton forcefully pulled that brother back, twisting his neck into eight segments and crushing every rib.

A war has broken out, it is a large-scale conflict

However, at that time, he explained to himself, "Good things, good things indeed." Although he felt an impulse, he had too many crucial matters in the hands of the changer and the Grim Reaper, Amihai. He had to wait quietly until the day he could emerge from the blood pool. This was an inherent trait of his; he was patient and acted with caution.

The reason for doing this is a feeling, a strong desire for something, a deep yearning for something

The exchanger looked coldly, as if admiring a masterpiece or listening to a story. The protagonist of that story either came into being today, or the story ended before it even began.

The Exchangeer always appears as a mass of black smoke, making it difficult to discern his emotions. However, the Blood Skeletons can keenly sense that he is in a good mood at the moment, and he promptly shared some important information with them

The furious roar of Koko Malin echoed from the castle in Munich all the way to the edge of the fir forest. She smashed the crystal goblet to pieces on the ground. The leader of the Dark Knights, Ludwig, led his troops directly to the front lines from their territory. The witches donned their black veils for battle—an oath of the dark sorceresses, facing their enemies with no escape. Meanwhile, Ami Hai had no choice but to commit the still-unformed skeleton army to a war of attrition.

That scene reappeared before his eyes, and the light emanating from the hollow eye sockets was even redder. He had been observing and contemplating for a long time; the hollow should possess something special. Although he could not articulate what was good about it, the fact that it was special made it good. Since it was a good thing, shouldn't it be enjoyed solely by oneself

Do you like it? The voice of the exchanger was very calm, "This is for you. How about we do it this way..." The exchanger picked up the heart and held it above the large skull's head, the large skull's gaze following the heart, gradually tilting its head back. The exchanger's nails pressed down, blood flowed to the large skull's forehead, trickling down, gradually drying into some bloodstains on it

However, after the dust cloud raised by Selos passed by, the dazed expression of Skull Great reappeared, completely unharmed. The four pillars had not even touched him; Selos's long tail plowed a furrow in the ground, while Skull Great remained lying on the ground in a daze.

Soon, the brief moment of whimsical thought came to an end, and all the skeletal soldiers began their monotonous pre-battle training, making their stiff joints more agile. Following the dark priest's instructions, they performed exercises, wielded their weapons, and marched in formation, turning in all directions, causing the ground to tremble beneath the feet of millions of bones

Perhaps due to the arrival of numerous souls, the fragrance of the sandalwood has long since vanished, and a chilling atmosphere akin to autumn frost envelops the battlefield stretching ten miles; the sky appears cold and clear, devoid of any mist. The blood moon rises behind the castle of Inxia, with a few massive and heavy dark clouds shrouded in a shattered crimson edge. The already withered yellow grass stubbornly survives in the obscure and hard soil, swaying in the moonlight amidst the wind, trembling, producing a crisp and audible rustling sound, until the rolling dust and the continuous sound of footsteps replace all that was once of great concern.

In a distant place, the Black Gate, which transports armies to the battlefield, gathers formidable energy. The Munich army frantically assembles at the edge of their territory, as the hooves of the Dark Knights pass by, causing the soil to decay beneath them, while the scent of coniferous forests shakes loose from the riders' cloaks. Under the banners of the rose and the nightingale, the Munich army stretches endlessly. Then, the pattern of the scythe appears. The undead army fills the hills and fields, spreading the breath of death deep into the earth, while witches quietly weave through the ranks. Under the banners of the rose and the nightingale, the Munich army stretches endlessly. Then, the pattern of the scythe appears. The undead army fills the hills and fields, spreading the breath of death deep into the earth, while witches quietly weave through the ranks.

A gigantic mantis head flew over and struck the top of his head, causing him to stagger. He raised his arms to catch it above his head, sticky and unpleasant juices flowed from the mantis's neck, splattering all over him. The enormous teeth continued to gnash forcefully, and he quickly threw it away with all his might. The insect's head was not round, but it knocked down one of his brothers and caused another to have his leg bitten off. Suddenly, another skull flew in from somewhere, and he panicked while holding it in his hand. That brother seemed to be cursing loudly, and he swiftly tossed him out. He quickly threw it away with all his might; the insect's head was not round, but it knocked down one of his brothers and caused another to have his leg bitten off. Suddenly, another skull flew in from somewhere, and he panicked while holding it in his hand. That brother seemed to be cursing loudly, and he swiftly tossed him out.

In the region of Asia, there exist numerous terrestrial beings, including a vast population of burrowing individuals who coexist with insects and highly toxic plants, as well as raising giant mantises as symbiotic partners. These mantises, due to their enormous size, lack the ability to clean themselves and nurture their offspring, thus maintaining a very close relationship with the burrowing individuals. Additionally, there are some weaker races living together, yet their alliance is formidable; they complement each other's strengths and weaknesses, forming a perfect kingdom

Yi Wulian chuckled softly, and all the witches joyfully followed suit. Yi Wulian was not angry; she walked gracefully with her hands behind her back. Her eyes were crescent-shaped, so beautiful! Lou Da saw this, his eyes shimmering with a red glow, recalling a time when he was still innocent.

Just as Skull and the other newborns were hesitating in place, the Trader arrived. He was the only one who could communicate with them at that moment, and his arrival filled them with immense joy. This new feeling was so intense that they clearly realized that joy was the best of all emotions

From today, Skull Great has come to know his name, as well as its meaning. Since there is a first, there must be a second. They use Skull as their surname, from Skull One to Skull Ten, there are a total of ten equally fierce newborns, ten brothers who are all unique.

Regardless of the circumstances, the immortal army has arrived at the outskirts of Inxia, confronting the forces of the Inxia Alliance in the desolate wilderness of the ice plains

The enormous hoof nearly kicked him away, as the dark knights formed a conical line and swept past, the wind they generated causing the skeleton to spin in place. The leader of the dark knights, Luidelan, brandished his spear and let out a loud roar. The cave-dwelling general, riding a massive mantis too heavy to fly, was struck down by Luidelan's spear in a single encounter. The mantis's gigantic arms slashed towards Luidelan's body, but Luidelan's spear stirred up a fierce wind, and the mantis's massive form parted like straw before the horse's head. The dark knights surged past Luidelan on both sides, trampling over corpses in the brief moment to penetrate the enemy formation. The mantis's gigantic arms slashed towards Luidelan's body, but Luidelan's spear stirred up a fierce wind, and the mantis's massive form parted like straw before the horse's head. The dark knights surged past Luidelan on both sides, trampling over corpses in the brief moment to penetrate the enemy formation. The blades flashed left and right, and heads flew off as if preordained, creating a gap in the solid enemy line before the iron hooves.

Blood! Bright red blood

Long live freedom! The general of the West Asia is making the final mobilization, "We are born free; apart from freedom, we have nothing. This castle and forest are our home, and we will not allow the dead to step one inch further! We have not been enslaved for thousands of years, so let Munich go to hell!"

This is a perilous attempt to create a spirit skeleton, often requiring a significant cost. Soaking in blood, the clean dry bones and the degraded souls are bound together by a blood contract to become a spirit skeleton. Most of those souls belong to individuals with magical abilities, making the spirit skeleton equivalent to a mage among skeletons. However, due to the unbearable agony of desiccation, the success rate of creating a spirit skeleton is extremely low. After rebirth, it takes at least six months to stabilize, during which more than two-thirds are tortured to death by pain.

It was as if countless voices were shouting in his mind every day, and Skull silently endured it, knowing that one day it would become tedious. He began to observe his companions, turning his head to look at Skull Two, who in turn mimicked his action to look at Skull Three, and finally, everyone turned to gaze at the pool wall

At that moment, it seemed as if something had been directly injected into his soul and bones, making Skull feel very comfortable. He numbly experienced this fleeting sensation, becoming excited once again. The red before him gradually became less blinding, as if a red cloth that had covered his eyes had been removed, which made him feel much more at ease. He eagerly reached out to seize it, staining the white bones with blood red. The red before him gradually became less blinding, as if a red cloth that had covered his eyes had been removed, which made him feel much more at ease. He eagerly reached out to seize it, staining the white bones with blood red.

The army of Koko Malien approaches a powerful territory, which is the closest nation to the icy hell. Beyond the renown of Koko Malien, how can there be a nation there

He regained his senses, or perhaps he lost them. He calmly assessed how to hold onto the current feeling. That feeling was fading, not enough, blood was far from sufficient! He understood why everyone had gone mad; he would go even madder! ... He ran across the battlefield like a tempest, knocking down every bone that stood in his way, thrusting his hand violently into the heart of the astonished cave dweller, splattering blood onto every one of his bones

Some say that the rose is a flower that grows by absorbing blood

The Blood Skeleton is different from other skeletons; it has been imbued with a soul nurtured in the womb of the Black Dragon. This newly born soul has granted the skeleton the beginnings of thought, yet its intellect resembles that of an infant, making its actions far more dangerous. It can no longer be controlled by the will of the Dark Priest; anyone who shouts at it may find themselves choked to death. Certain fragments of knowledge mingled in its blood and its inherent nature still present in its marrow have led to its current rebellion, but this is also a part of its character, destined to become a source of power. It can no longer be controlled by the will of the Dark Priest; anyone who shouts at it may find themselves choked to death. Certain fragments of knowledge mingled in its blood and its inherent nature still present in its marrow have led to its current rebellion, but this is also a part of its character, destined to become a source of power.

The newly emerged blood skeletons are embarking on their first expedition, which will be the most arduous test they have ever faced. The Tinkerer has just inspected the spirit skeleton troops, while Ami Hai is cleaning up the aftermath. On the other side of the skeleton army, separated by a dense mass of soldiers, those spirit skeletons that have been forcibly combined are already writhing in agony on the ground due to their bones drying out, breaking their own necks, tearing apart their ribs, and self-destructing; after all, there are always a few that can endure.

Skull Great even received a helmet, although it was a bit large. For a skeleton, hats from their living days were always oversized. Skull Great pushed the helmet back, while the skeleton soldier distributing weapons carefully counted the seven segments of phosphorescent paint on his spine, then handed him a bone shield and a long sword. Skull Great found it quite novel and began to play with it, swinging it back and forth. He could be considered a dead man, and the dark priest did not dare to manage him too closely, allowing him to bump into the nearby skeleton.

I must have seen it somewhere! It is in a dream, the most beautiful and unforgettable memory! Like the colors and harmonious sounds at dusk, like the clouds and rainbows spread out under the starlight, like the memory of music that has passed, like everything that is lovely because of its beauty

The dark priest stood atop the giant spider, desperately wielding a whip and issuing commands to run, causing the army of skeletons to accelerate. The synchronized movements produced a rhythmic sound of bones clashing, and as they passed, all formations had to change their footing, using the rhythm of their steps as a simple form of etiquette during the march. A thunderous roar shook the ground from behind, as the massive body of the nine-headed dragon, Cerberus, struggled to pass through the black gate. The dark priest's whip pursued it, while its nine heads bobbed eagerly, proudly showcasing their ferocity to everything around. In the face of its enormous teeth bared in a menacing threat, the surrounding troops hastily made way.

The changer concealed his figure, watching Skull Big amidst the crowd. Some advancing skeletons passed through his ethereal body, and his gaze was fixed solely on Skull Big. He waited patiently, knowing that Skull Big's hesitation marked the beginning of a difficult growth period. The trembling was not out of fear, for he had never taught Skull Big to fear. His eyes were focused on the lower half of Skull Big, which had dried after prolonged travel and exposure to the air. The upper half of Skull Big was stained with some mantis fluid, but it was not red blood, and it could not save him. As time passed, the moment that would determine Skull Big's survival arrived.

However, the appearance is not important; what matters most is that the blood mist ensures prolonged moisture. Similarly, after soaking in the blood pool for many days, the spirit skeleton had been blowing the wind in the arena for a long time, and its bones had long since dried. They were howling in the corner of the playground, rolling into a ball due to unbearable pain. The Blood Lord had not yet noticed this; he was immersed in the joy of new experiences and the group, his eyes shining with excitement. In his eyes, there was only red, which is why he was called the Blood Skeleton. But what would happen if the blood mist dried up? The Blood Lord had not yet noticed this; he was immersed in the joy of new experiences and the group, his eyes shining with excitement. In his eyes, there was only red, which is why he was called the Blood Skeleton. But what would happen if the blood mist dried up? He had little hearing, so he could not hear the sounds of rolling and crashing due to pain, still lost in joy.

One hundred thousand, like a single person, march in unison, lining up to receive their weapons, forming walls with shields and standing spears like a forest. They are indeed clumsy, yet they have undergone extensive training. When the skills of combat are ingrained into their very bones as an obsession during training, that clumsiness can transform into talent. They mechanically execute commands, which makes their movements particularly precise and exceptionally agile. They do not need to breathe, nor do they care about pain; they can watch the flames consume them into ashes, yet before that, they will carry out the orders they have received, for those orders themselves are a form of obsession, making them more stubborn than they were in life.

The skulls, large as they were, could not help but rise from the blood pool, blending into the ranks of those new beings. No, they were well aware that these were not new beings; they were merely the painful forms of empty skeletons combined with souls. Why were they the only ones to emerge from the womb? There must be some difference.

They are easily distinguishable from ordinary skeleton soldiers, not only because of their reckless behavior but also due to their markedly different appearance. Surrounding their bodies is a layer of blood mist resembling skin, which gives off a somewhat moist or fleshy sensation, as if they have just been freshly skinned and stripped to the bone. For a skeleton, that is truly an enviable handsome appearance

Skull Da ran alongside everyone in the square, having no particular thoughts about life. However, he saw the eyes of Yi Wulian, shining like stars, and in that moment, in that moment—

However, that does not solve any problems. The skeleton violently stirred up the dirt on the ground, rolling around as if trying to burrow in or seeking to wash away something with the soil. He retaliated madly against everyone who disturbed him. He was unaware that before this, over sixty other skeletons had struggled in the ground, slowly perishing like him. He only wanted to find a way to relieve the sudden pain, even if it meant digging out a method. His vision could no longer distinguish any scenery, only a sea of red, everything drowned in that red. He just wanted to find a way to relieve the sudden pain, even if it meant digging out a method. His vision could no longer distinguish any scenery, only a sea of red, everything drowned in that red. He roared, frantically crashing around the battlefield.

The voice of the changer echoed once more in his mind: "Among the great perceptions of the world, you have attained vision, and your restlessness stems from a desire for other senses. You must adhere to certain rules, and I will teach you how to harness your own abilities. As your thirst for blood is gradually quenched, your perceptions will be restored. Now, take care of your companions." As your thirst for blood is gradually quenched, your perceptions will be restored. Now, take care of your companions.

The command from Koko Malien has been issued, requiring Yinsia to submit within one month and return under the banner of Munich. Unfortunately, these individuals have an excessive love for nature, forbidding any undead or spirits from stepping into Yinsia. The messenger sent to deliver the message was a dark priest who spent all his time among the dead, so upon his return, only his head remained, brought back by his mount, a spider. The soul and the messenger's insignia had already turned to fragments. The messenger sent to deliver the message was a dark priest who spent all his time among the dead, so upon his return, only his head remained, brought back by his mount, a spider. The soul and the messenger's insignia had already turned to fragments.