Chapter 3, Lost

Although the witch has yet to make her move, and despite the dark knight's invincibility, today they are merely supporting characters. Thanks to the skeletons, the dark priests led by Amihai have killed more enemies than the dark knight, allowing even the noble ones to easily retreat to the back to watch the performance. Most importantly, all the blood skeletons remained; the newly born souls indeed exhibit stronger adaptability, and none have met the tragic demise suffered by the spirit skeletons.

After a loud rumble, the entire palace shook. However, once the dust settled, everything returned to its original state, the pillars of the earth remained unmoved, and the witches could not help but change color slightly

Without wanting to hear more from him, Yi Wulian fiercely swung her wrist, carved from white jade, as if banishing her soul. The long whip expelled sparks, striking against each pillar. The sound of cracking echoed, shaking the entire hall; not just the hall, but the whole continent trembled in response.

As they spoke, the dark priests holding the large skeleton in front let out a flurry of panicked sounds. The large skeleton suddenly began to struggle; the iron chains were too heavy, and the dark priests could not hold on. The large skeleton, resembling a zongzi, fell to the ground with a loud "clang." Its neck twisted painfully, and it shot a blazing red light from its eyes, gazing in this direction. Its body was bound rigidly by the iron chains, remaining motionless in that position, and its exposed face was devoid of flesh, resembling a terrifying maggot, sending chills down Yi Wulian's spine. The large skeleton's neck twisted painfully, and it shot a blazing red light from its eyes, gazing in this direction. Its body was bound rigidly by the iron chains, remaining motionless in that position, and its exposed face was devoid of flesh, resembling a terrifying maggot, sending chills down Yi Wulian's spine.

The Exchangeer attempted to explain everything that had happened to Yi Wulian: "In accordance with the orders of Lord Koukoumalian, we may have created a monster that is difficult to control. The skeleton of Skull is exceptionally well-formed, and the blood that gave rise to him comes from the master of the blood pool. The essence of a millennium of blood spirit is concentrated entirely in Number One, and his absorption capacity and needs are many times stronger than those of other blood skeletons. To soothe his blood requirements, we may need to double the amount, and it would be wise to have someone check on him frequently during the night."

Skull Da knew that he had once gone mad, aware that he had extracted the hearts of at least sixty people in a single day, draining every drop of blood from their bodies. He had brutally broken the mandibles of the mantises with his fingers, gouged out their eyes, and cracked open their skulls, driven by cruelty and rage simply because their blood did not resemble the red blood that could satisfy his needs. Skull Da did not quite remember how he had done those things, nor did he repent for the bloodshed; he only felt a sense of sadness for having lost himself in that moment. He had brutally broken the mandibles of the mantises with his fingers, gouged out their eyes, and cracked open their skulls, driven by cruelty and rage simply because their blood did not resemble the red blood that could satisfy his needs. Skull Da did not quite remember how he had done those things, nor did he repent for the bloodshed; he only felt a sense of sadness for having lost himself in that moment.

As they approached, Yi Wulian tightened her gauze garment and curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

The purple earth stretches out, and torches silently ignite from the military camp; it is the dark priest searching for his team. Meanwhile, he sits motionless beneath the great tree, enduring the pain of his senses gradually numbing.

Unless the pain in one's heart is stronger than the pain of withered bones, how can one endure in silence in the dark corners? Skull silently gazed at the distant hills below, not quite able to see clearly. That was the team destined for destruction today because of Asia, merely a frail team, with the figure of Yi Wulian at the forefront.

Amiha was already quite fatigued, yet still bowed to the witch. "This blood skeleton lacks restraint and has disturbed you; it is my fault."

They are born as bloodthirsty monsters; as soon as they smell blood, they become immensely powerful. They are impervious to blades and bullets, completely immune to magic, and will chase flying dragons in the sky on foot for the sake of blood. Although their sensory abilities are generally weak, the presence of blood can resolve everything. Their soul consumption is minimal during normal times, but the rage accumulated during battle allows them to unleash combat power several times greater than usual, and in a bloodthirsty state, their senses are at least ten times more acute than those of ordinary beings

His gaze was hollow, yet he could still perceive colors. Fueled by the power of his fervor, he could still see the dark priest in his blue robe and gray face. They held buckets in their hands, and the bright red plasma gurgled as it poured down, seeping into the gaps of his bones. He heard the sound of gurgling, the sound of plasma filling the crevices, and the sound of plasma flowing into his ear canals, after which the sounds of the world became strange

"Cheers," said Amihai. "Currently, we have ten Blood Skeletons and thirty-three Spirit Skeletons, and we should begin to focus on conserving our strength. Although the Spirit Skeletons are not yet suitable for combat and the combat capability of the Blood Skeletons is still not fully developed, once they adapt to their respective fighting styles, their power will become even greater"

The auxiliary army of Munich, led by their respective lords, began to enter the battlefield to slay the fleeing ones. The fugitives, shedding their armor and in a state of panic, awaited their fate like straw ready to be cut down. Where is the army of Asia? Before the butchers lay only a few pitiful corpses. In less than half an hour, they could kill everyone here, regardless of whether their opponents pleaded for mercy, leaving no room for surrender. Soon, the army of Munich would be able to trample every inch of this land. In less than half an hour, they could kill everyone here, regardless of whether their opponents pleaded for mercy, leaving no room for surrender. Soon, the army of Munich would be able to trample every inch of this land

"Die!" A deep roar echoed from all around, and the pillars of the earth clearly understood that they had instantaneously lost their value of existence, with a singular desire for their lives.

Yi Wulian stopped and looked at him from a distance, causing his heart to race. However, Yi Wulian was at the foot of the hill, while he was inside the enclosure. He longed to break through everything and jump over, but as he hesitated, Yi Wulian walked away without looking back. The witches walked across the battlefield strewn with debris, as if strolling in a back garden.

The dark priest was in chaos: "Quick, lift him up! Blood! Bring the blood vial to calm him..."

She is the snow mountain witch from the icy polar region, and her people take pride in her, waiting for her to achieve great accomplishments before Kōkōmāliān. As she unfurls the scroll of magic, the faces of the girls who played together appear, and they gather together, shouting: "Lian, go for it!"

As the walls of Yinsiya drew near, Yi Wulian slowly raised her hand, causing the procession to come to a halt. All the witches bowed their heads as if chanting something. The sky began to accumulate dark clouds, and a gentle breeze swept through, with the clouds slowly moving, lingering only above Yinsiya. The army of Yinsiya began to stir, having already detected this immense threat. A squad of mantis riders ascended from the city walls, armed with powerful bows and crossbows. The witches suddenly vanished, leaving no trace of sound or scent. The army of Yinsiya began to stir, having already detected this immense threat. A squad of mantis riders ascended from the city walls, armed with powerful bows and crossbows. The witches suddenly vanished, leaving no trace of sound or scent. The troglodytes were left empty-handed, anxiously circling with the mantises, yet unable to find any trace.

After nodding slightly, the exchanger thought of some issues: "The skeletons of the cave dwellers are probably not ideal; they are too short, and their spines are not straight. However, their skin and shells are quite good, and the hardened transparent eyelids can be removed to make helmet visors. You should arrange for some collection work; I need to go see those blood skeletons, as they should be suffering from the end of the battle right now."

Upon hearing Ami Hai's words, Yi Wulian recalled that the skeleton with the swapped feet was indeed quite peculiar; such a comical scene is rarely seen on this dull continent. The Grim Reaper is always extremely serious, and seeing Ami Hai's pale face made Yi Wulian realize that this blood skeleton must be of great importance and quite troublesome. She then became aware that this term was somewhat special: "Blood Skeleton? Is it different from other skeletons? Uncontrollable?"

"No more in the future," Amiha said coldly. "From now on, Skull Da does not need to shed any plasma; he can endure, and from the pain, he can gain greater strength, allowing him to grow faster. However, the sins you have committed out of fear cannot be forgiven."

This made the transferrer feel uneasy at all times and places, accompanied by a sense of anxiety. He arrived at the barracks, or rather the tomb, where the blood skeletons were stored. This was the resting place of the blood skeletons, where the instruments used for bloodletting or execution served as a warm bed for the blood skeletons, filled to the brim with fresh blood. The blood skeletons inside enjoyed the fresh blood obtained from battle, ultimately finding tranquility in the decay of that blood.

The most important question is whether we can fully control them after they have grown. The exchanger is well aware of the terrifying nature of the blood skeletons. Ancient texts record the existence of blood skeletons from ten thousand years ago, but they do not specify the extent to which blood skeletons can grow; rather, they emphasize one point— they are difficult to control.

In the rain and mist, only a hazy outline of Asia remains. It is the once magnificent stone and earth tower, the resting place of the pillars of the earth

This hesitation fell into Yi Wulian's eyes, causing her to laugh silently, a cruel laugh. What does the uncontrolled skeleton intend to do? Yi Wulian stepped forward, and both the exchanger and Ami Hai could only bow and make way. The danger posed by the blood skeleton made them remain on high alert; if Yi Wulian were to be injured, it would be an unimaginable grave sin

"That is not my fault," the pillar of the earth replied. "They detest the scent of the undead, and I cannot prevent my subjects from doing as they wish; this is the law of a free nation"

It was as if the sound of something shattering emanated from the body of the Great Skeleton, like a heart made of glass cracking open. The Great Skeleton fell backward, and the dark priests caught him, promptly placing him back in the coffin, filling it with blood to soothe his unrest. They were cautious yet fearful, for they were dealing with the most ferocious creature in the world, but the Great Skeleton lay as if dead, motionless.

Yiwulian and the witches lined up neatly as they returned from Yinxia, just as composed as when they left. Their steps were silent, as if they were floating, leaving not a trace of dust. They seemed to have come from a dream, with only blood narrating the reality. Drops of blood fell from Yiwulian's hands, and upon hitting the ground, roses bloomed, each one as vividly red as if stained by blood.

Sadness can kill a conscious soul, and the skeleton is lost in a mysterious jungle. In the darkness, one cannot see the sky, nor find an exit. Immersed in such darkness, a person sits alone in the shadow of a large tree by the roadside, quietly watching the ebb and flow of people. Others cannot see him, nor does he wish to be seen, for he is afraid, for he is lonely. You know this is not a good thing, but only in this way can the wounded heart feel a semblance of safety, and it is this very loneliness that continues to tempt the skeleton.

"Yes, this is the ultimate combat unit we have cultivated according to Lady Koukoumalian's instructions." It is rare for Yi Wulian to show interest, so Ami Hai felt it necessary to explain clearly, "They possess complete cognitive abilities, and due to their immunity to magic, it is almost impossible for anyone to control them. I have made efforts to teach them the rules, but this is an entirely new soul technology, and there are no precedents. Since their intelligence is comparable to that of infants, it is difficult to imagine what they might do." I have made efforts to teach them the rules, but this is an entirely new soul technology, and there are no precedents. Since their intelligence is comparable to that of infants, it is difficult to imagine what they might do.

In the realm of Darkness, the day is a pitch-black twilight devoid of any light. In that black twilight, Yi Wulian quietly approached the blood coffin, and no one could detect her arrival. She could distinctly hear the sounds of suffering emanating from within the coffin, deeply sensing the pain of enduring without crying out. Without magic, without medicine, why was there such a connection of hearts? She listened in silence for a long time, and then, filled with confusion, she quietly departed. She could distinctly hear the sounds of suffering emanating from within the coffin, deeply sensing the pain of enduring without crying out. Without magic, without medicine, why was there such a connection of hearts? She listened in silence for a long time, and then, filled with confusion, she quietly departed.

The scroll shattered like thin ice, turning into water vapor without leaving a trace. Yi Wulian handed a ring to the crow, a recent gift from Koko Malin, symbolizing affection and trust. The blood crow cawed twice, grasped the ring, and vanished into the dark sky. Yi Wulian watched it circle in the sky, feeling somewhat anxious. The battlefield was littered with the eyes of the dead, and she hoped that the greedy, serrated beak would not lose the ring. Yi Wulian watched it circle in the sky, feeling somewhat anxious. The battlefield was littered with the eyes of the dead, and she hoped that the greedy, serrated beak would not lose the ring

"Young witch, do not be too arrogant," replied the Pillar of the Earth. "You are not wrong; I am a member of the Morgan clan, who participated in the creation from the very beginning, born alongside the earth element and the entire continent. I have witnessed too much bloodshed, willingly living this unworldly life with the cavemen. What wrong have we committed, and why can the slaughter never leave us?"

Ludland is not accustomed to praising minor characters, so he replied dully: "The Blood Skull indeed has significant potential for development"

In the moment of death, the officer from Asia felt that he was still fortunate

The trader lifted a skull with sharp fingers as a toast, indulging in a drink made from plant juices and fresh blood, which, along with the current favorable circumstances, brought him a sense of ease. However, as an experienced technician, he did not dare to underestimate the present situation

What happened? The exchanger dared not make a sound, only frantically searching every corner and shadow with his gaze. When he confirmed that Skull Lord was not in the barracks, he quickly exited, going outside to strangle each sentry by the neck until someone could tell him the whereabouts of Skull Lord. The legion was thrown into chaos, with every dark priest searching for the whereabouts of Skull Lord, yet it seemed that every corner of the barracks yielded nothing. They were so tense that they could hardly breathe, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat, and they did not dare to shout, lest other barracks learn of the disgrace brought upon Amihai, forcing them to search desperately in silence. The legion was thrown into chaos, with every dark priest searching for the whereabouts of Skull Lord, yet it seemed that every corner of the barracks yielded nothing. They were so tense that they could hardly breathe, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat, and they did not dare to shout, lest other barracks learn of the disgrace brought upon Amihai, forcing them to search desperately in silence

Ami smiled mysteriously, his smile always seeming as if he had a piece of cotton candy in his mouth, making it difficult for others to grasp his thoughts. His smile was also somewhat reserved, which instilled a particular fear in people. "Pain is good; their pain will transform into strength, allowing them to grow at the fastest pace. Only when they become accustomed to pain will that strength be complete"

The exchanger requires no torch, for his eyes emit a cold light in the darkness, and he walks without a sound. He can discern the subtle ripples in the blood surface, barely perceptible, as the blood skeleton breathes, experiencing the true essence of the five senses through its marrow. The exchanger is intoxicated by the tranquility of that place; however, his face suddenly contorts as he sees that the large blood coffin is empty, the plasma long since evaporated, leaving only some blood residue and yellow, coagulated oily substance

It is truly terrifying

When Yi Wulian faced Skull Da, Skull Da suddenly felt a sense of panic. He trembled slightly and took a small step back. Yi Wulian then advanced a large step forward, emanating a bone-chilling cold that could not freeze the withered bones but sealed his affection in ice. A situation he had never considered caused Skull Da's soul to struggle, as if it wanted to leave the withered bones it had so painstakingly relied upon, which signified sorrow

The day of recognition is not far off

"Quickly pour the blood plasma, ah..." Before the words could finish, the head of the dark priest flew off in fear, severed by the scythe of the Grim Reaper, Amihai, as a punishment for negligence

Skull looked coldly at the walls of Asia; after yesterday, he was no longer naive

"Yes, I will take care of it tomorrow." Louis de Lande humbly stepped back, for Cocomarin's will was that the nation should vanish, leaving not a single brick or tile of its territory.

Skull hesitated; how he longed to take a closer look at Yi Wulian. He did not understand what it meant to be impolite; he simply acted according to his feelings. However, he had never disobeyed the commands of the exchanger, and he did not know what would happen if he were to defy an order.

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"The glory has arrived," the cold and ruthless voice of Elder Kral from the Highland Witch Clan cut through the air like a swift and powerful blade, firm to the point of intimidation, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "Our Snow Mountain Witch Clan has served only Koko Malin since ancient times, a vow more solid than blood ties, so ancient that it cannot even be traced back. Even if the Demon King no longer trusts the will of Munich, we will follow Koko Malin with all our souls and the entirety of our race's future. Now, bring back our glory!"

However, they overlook that the blood skeleton has a soul; with a soul, it can dream, and occasionally, there are those who do not sleep well

The red image swayed before the skull's large eyes, the torch resembling an orange meteor. In his subconscious, there was an existence that excited him; he did not know what he was focusing on, he simply tried hard to understand. A sense of reunion connected to fate gradually arose, and he was so perceptive that he could even feel the intricate ties that were closely related.

The Grim Reaper Amihai and the Exchangeer congratulated each other on the victory of the undead army, but more importantly, on the successful development of the Blood Skeleton. On this day, ten thousand skeleton soldiers were shattered into pieces, yet Amihai showcased the achievements of the undead army's formation, as the army of Asia retreated, shrinking back into their castle after just one battle.

It began to rain, acid rain. Cries of despair echoed from the city walls as several wizards preparing to cast spells fell from the battlements for no apparent reason, while the mantises suddenly went into a frenzy, slashing and biting wildly. The people of West Asia, in a mad frenzy, covered their faces and screamed as they rushed out from caves and houses. The rain gradually intensified, resembling a flood, filling all the low-lying areas. Suddenly, the song of a witch resonated from all directions, causing panic among all who heard it, leaving them bewildered and senseless, as if scalded by boiling water, they ran about in chaos

Upon hearing the news that there would be no more battles with the books, the blood skeletons felt disappointed and uneasy at their inability to obtain fresh blood. They were allowed to roam freely at the top of the hills, as their eyes appeared particularly bright after the baptism of fresh blood. Except for Skull Great. Their interests mostly lay in one another, and they became especially attentive to the moisture condition of the bones, except for Skull Great

She affectionately called out the name of the leader of the Dark Knights, gazed into his eyes, and said: "I want that country to perish immediately"

If the witch had acted from the very beginning, how much difference would it make now? Amiha was deeply terrified; did Koko Malin truly need his undead army? Before the performance of the Thorn Nightingale, all his contributions seemed to have vanished. Amiha knew he had to work harder and be more loyal; he snorted coldly and waved his hand behind him

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The sound of screams echoed once again in the barracks

Amihai was also gazing at the scene. As the God of Death, he could see groups of wailing souls rising from their bodies, ascending into the sky above Inxia. Those souls were unaware of what had happened even in death; they could not find a place to shelter from the wind and rain above the city, emitting mournful cries as they huddled together.

"What is wrong?" Yi Wulian laughed lightly, "Do you really think that cave dwellers are a peaceful race?" Suddenly, her expression changed, exuding a chilling aura as she questioned loudly, "How dare you kill the messenger of Koko Malin, not even sparing the flame of the soul!"

Ami Hai's complexion was already worse than that of any corpse. He was not a person with a good temper to begin with, and the iron chains clattered as they flowed from his wide sleeves, moving like a venomous snake. He had already decided to give this blood-skeleton an indelible painful memory. However, the Replacer arrived, rushing in like a tornado, standing in front of the skeleton and blocking its gaze fixed on Yi Wulian: "No, you must go back quickly"

Kokomarian lay back on the broad throne in the grand hall, lost in thought. The sound of boots echoed on the steps; the Munich Demon Temple's hall was exceptionally spacious, making the sound particularly crisp. Ludwig strode up, considering himself the most trusted person by Kokomarian, and believed that this position was most suitable for him. Before his fall, he had been a powerful paladin of humanity, and thus he could not pledge allegiance to an ugly demon, as it would tarnish his dignity. However, he could accept a beautiful sorceress as his master, for Kokomarian granted him most of the rights and freedoms he desired, and she was also quite melodious.

Deep within the soul of Skull, a voice has been incessantly shouting, that is the reprimand of Yi Wulian. Skull has fallen into a profound confusion, constantly murmuring to himself: "She wants me to quietly endure in pain, she wants me to quietly endure in pain..."

Many important things have been lost, exchanged for madness and the dampness of skeletons, which is not very worthwhile. What has been lost? What can a skeleton discard?

The dark priests shouted commands as they carried the iron coffin back, taking greater care this time. Undoubtedly, some would remain sleepless throughout the night. The aftermath of the war's festivities has dissipated, yet the issues that have been exposed will persist for a long time

The doors of the great hall swung open, and a fierce storm rushed in, soaking the coarse carpets. In the last palace of Inxia, several massive stone heads still stood tall. The sound of boots echoed as Yi Wulian and two witches appeared at the entrance of the great hall

The torch drew closer, and a colorful little snake slithered into the mouth of the large skull along the skeleton. The large skull closed its mouth and chewed vigorously

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Oh, has the army of Inxia already retreated? Or do you intend to give them a chance to feel fear and regret?" Koko Malin was not surprised at all; Ludilan's return to the main city itself indicated that the situation on the battlefield was not dire at all. She stretched her limbs, as if a orchid were blooming in the darkness. Lazily, she looked at Ludilan and asked, "How did Ami Hai perform?"

Skull felt that something must be slipping away through the gaps in the bones, but he could not stop it. The world was no longer new and interesting; innocence had also faded with the pain, a pain destined to entwine with him for a long time, until his soul was utterly shattered. However, Skull felt that there was something even more important, a graceful figure flashed before his eyes. Although there was a flickering red light in front of him, the figure of Yi Wulian was remarkably clear, but it was only for a moment, and that figure finally became blurred.

Hmm," Koko Marlene pondered for a few seconds and then said, "Then it should be credited to the Exchangeer's efforts. I still want to maintain the number of the Undying Legion; let them walk at the back tomorrow. Tell Ami Hai to process the skeleton of the Black Dragon as soon as possible. If the parts for the Phantom Dragon cannot be assembled immediately, they must all be destroyed to avoid incurring the displeasure of the Dragon Clan. Louis!" Tell Ami Hai to process the skeleton of the Black Dragon as soon as possible. If the parts for the Phantom Dragon cannot be assembled immediately, they must all be destroyed to avoid incurring the displeasure of the Dragon Clan. Louis!

However, Koko Malin had other thoughts. She stood up and waved her hand, saying, "Ah, don't go; if you go, you'll kill everyone in no time. Let my nightingales go first; they need to accumulate more experience. Given that Wulian's emotions have been somewhat unstable lately, I instructed her to handle some tasks and encouraged her to engage in more activities as a way to relax. You shouldn't always wear that expression; it doesn't seem appealing to the young ladies, and it's not intimidating, just rather aged."

Yi Wulian, draped in a gauzy garment, stood outside the tent, taking deep breaths. A large blood-red crow descended from the sky, landing on Yi Wulian's outstretched arm, its beak serrated and its eyes blood-red, with a letter tied to its foot. This was a messenger nurtured by the witches, bringing news from her homeland. Yi Wulian removed the letter, her face flushed with excitement

Skull Da saw Yi Wulian again. Yi Wulian slowly raised her head and also saw him. The other blood skeletons had already returned to camp. Under the dim moonlight, Skull Da stood on the high ridge, resembling a unique statue, a pillar of the earth. Upon seeing Yi Wulian gazing at him, Skull Da broke into a smile, slowly extending his open palm forward. Suddenly, a large group of startled fireflies flew up from his body, dazzling with their emerald light, silently chasing the starlight as it scattered into the darkness. Upon seeing Yi Wulian gazing at him, Skull Da broke into a smile, slowly extending his open palm forward. Suddenly, a large group of startled fireflies flew up from his body, dazzling with their emerald light, silently chasing the starlight as it scattered into the darkness.

Yet he could still see some of the sky, and soon the plasma filled his eyes, flowing in through the eye sockets, turning the scenery into a vast expanse of red. This was a process of death, and as the heavy lid of the coffin closed, it was plunged into complete darkness

The great hall was eerily quiet, devoid of any human presence. They felt a slight sense of surprise and took a few steps inside, surveying the enormous stones that could hardly be described as works of art. The heads, with only the outlines of facial features, seemed somewhat peculiar, yet to say they lacked taste would be an understatement compared to the unfortunate carpets woven from straw.

As the eerie dusk descended, the blood moon of Darkness rose above the horizon, and the horn of attack sounded. The dark priests cautiously opened the blood coffin, only to be taken aback. "Damn it!" they cursed inwardly, still feeling a lingering dread. The plasma had long since evaporated, and the oily yellow fat clung to the walls of the coffin, indicating that the blood skeleton had endured at least half the night in a state of desiccation.

Skull Ten sat on a large stone, while the tall Skull Eight was massaging her bones. Skull Nine knelt in front of her, holding her feet and gently using his little finger to scrape away the dirt lodged in the gaps between her toe bones. However, Skull Ten suddenly kicked him away, and Skull Nine lay on the ground, covering his neck in grievance. Yet, Skull Ten merely gazed at Skull Great, and none of her actions could capture his attention, which made her somewhat sad. It seemed she was born with jealousy, even though she did not necessarily understand the reason. They were merely following a vague emotion, and that indistinct instinct always pursued the resurrection of bone and blood.

She shouted sternly: "Go back! Lie down where you should lie, and endure quietly!"

A commotion arose from the hillside, catching the attention of Yi Wulian. Torches flickered chaotically as several hundred dark priests returned from that direction, holding something aloft in the center, which appeared to be a person bound in a peculiar manner. As she approached, Yi Wulian saw that they were holding a skeletal soldier, though the manner of binding was rather exaggerated. Iron chains were wrapped tightly around it, nearly obscuring the ribs of the skeleton, leaving only the head visible. As she drew closer, Yi Wulian saw that they were holding a skeletal soldier, though the manner of binding was rather exaggerated. Iron chains were wrapped tightly around it, nearly obscuring the ribs of the skeleton, leaving only the head visible.

Yiwulian smiled faintly; in the boundless years, that was the only genuine joy. The Snow Mountain Witch gained solid magical power through her arduous training; in fact, that snow mountain was also the hometown of Koukoumalian. When Koukoumalian appeared at her doorstep, she knew that it was the greatest sovereign of the witch, come to take her away

How beautiful

What happened? What happened? A military officer from Asia was searching for the source of the disaster when suddenly, rainwater splashed into a humanoid form. In a flash of white light, a dagger was plunged into his chest. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground, translucent blood gushing from his green skin. He saw his subordinates engaged in a brutal fight, mantises gone mad, tearing their masters off their backs and severing them at the waist, while others violently smashed their heads against the wall, leaving a trail of blood.

You must pay the price for this consequence, as it is the law of the dark world. The price is your life, the life of the Kōkō Marien envoy, which can be compared to any ancient soul. " Yi Wulian slowly raised her hand, a black mark emitting a dark light in her palm, gradually bursting forth with sparks of magical power, spinning at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, as powerful magic continuously seeped out from that delicate palm

At this moment, Luo Da quietly sat behind the large tree at the top of the hill, gazing into the path from which he had come.

A witch could not help but say: "Lian, there truly is no sense of life here"

Impossible! The pillars of the earth trembled slightly, covered from top to bottom with white whip marks. He shouted, "You will regret your madness!"

The witches let out intoxicating exclamations, and Yi Wulian smiled as well. She suddenly turned around, tossing her long hair. A gust of wind brushed past as her response, and the fragrance of her jasmine-like hair wafted up to the high hills. Her long hair danced chaotically in the wind and rain, while the only remaining structure of the Inxia collapsed with a thunderous crash, turning into rubble. Before long, when that rubble is buried under dust, the downfall of Inxia will be forgotten by people as insignificantly as a bubble.

"Because Asia is not as strong as imagined." His words indicate that their army is victorious. He does not need to say much like a humble messenger, as those sitting above will perceive everything themselves

The skull gazed at the walls of Yinsiya, which gradually melted away, the thick granite seemingly losing its form like clay. The people in the city screamed in terror, fleeing recklessly, struggling in batches, grappling with one another, collapsing onto the fields. They bore the marks of a curse upon their heads, a layer of dim light symbols. They tore at their own faces and skin with their hands, yet the pain of the flesh was still insufficient to compare with the scourge of the soul. In just a short hour, the magnificent Yinsiya had transformed into a shattered jar, with maggots scattered all over, waiting for the moment to be crushed underfoot. They tore at their own faces and skin with their hands, yet the pain of the flesh was still insufficient to compare with the scourge of the soul. In just a short hour, the magnificent Yinsiya had transformed into a shattered jar, with maggots scattered all over, waiting for the moment to be crushed underfoot

"Do you think you can kill me?" The pillar of the earth sneered coldly, and the book stated, "Time has granted me the indestructible right; no magic can harm me, and there has yet to be born a substance harder than I. Even the great Demon King would not wish for my demise; if we were to perish, the foundation of the Darkness Continent would tremble.

Curious eyes were scrutinizing him, like brilliant points of light immersed in a torrent of blood, illuminating him from all sides, making him feel ashamed of his own vulnerability. That timely encounter revived innocence in his heart, and the power of blood burned within him. With a forceful struggle, one hand broke free from the iron chains. He then tore apart the chains as if they were mere rags. The dark priests screamed in fright, but no one dared to approach him again, allowing him to stand up unsteadily. That timely encounter revived innocence in his heart, and the power of blood burned within him. With a forceful struggle, one hand broke free from the iron chains. He then tore apart the chains as if they were mere rags. The dark priests screamed in fright, but no one dared to approach him again, allowing him to stand up unsteadily

Ami Hai and the Exchangeer expressed their gratitude to Yi Wulian, completely captivated by the terrifying magical power of the witch. However, Yi Wulian remained silent. She clearly felt that this was not the effect of magic, and she was plunged into intense confusion. She truly heard a voice, a shattering sound, which unsettled her. How could one hear the sound of another's heart breaking? ... Unless it was destined ... No, it must be an illusion, an illusion. She truly heard a voice, a shattering sound, which unsettled her. How could one hear the sound of another's heart breaking? ... Unless it was destined ... No, it must be an illusion, an illusion.

Amidst the light laughter, a rain of flowers fills the air, and that laughter, under the weight of pressure, sounds particularly crisp, echoing against the encroaching walls, as if it were a dreamlike melody. Yi Wulian removes a rose from her chest, and with a flick of her hand, the rose branch transforms into a rose whip. Seemingly delicate and feeble, Yi Wulian casually swings it, leaving white marks on the stone with the thorns of the rose. When sparks fly, they emit a sound akin to metal clashing. The surrounding stone statues emit a collective, pained groan, come to a halt, and suddenly collapse, turning into fragments of stone. Yi Wulian appears delicate and feeble as she casually swings the rose whip, leaving white marks on the stone with its thorns. When sparks fly, they emit a sound akin to metal clashing. The surrounding stone statues emit a collective, pained groan, come to a halt, and suddenly collapse, turning into fragments of stone.

The tremor reached Munich, and some dust fell from the ceiling in a rustling manner. Koukoumalin smiled, and her laughter rippled throughout the castle, echoing above the fir forest

There is no creature more bloodthirsty than the Blood Skeleton. The Blood Skeleton is impervious to magic, ferocious, and unaffected by will. Due to its agony and thirst for blood, the power of the Blood Skeleton can even rival that of the Dark Knight. No, in certain aspects, it even surpasses the Dark Knight.

According to Wulian, he understood what was being said. It is said that the continents of Daknis and Leitnis were formed from chaos in the beginning. The Bastion Mountain Range separated heaven from hell, and the essence of the earth element sank and coalesced into the Morgan clan. There are a total of twelve stone heads that bear the responsibility of stabilizing the Daknis continent, pressing Daknis down to the deepest part of the world, until the tectonic plates of the continent stabilized, which are the twelve pillars of the earth. In this regard, the earth pillars are quite arrogant, as if to say that as long as the Daknis continent exists, the earth pillars will endure forever. There are a total of twelve stone heads that bear the responsibility of stabilizing the Daknis continent, pressing Daknis down to the deepest part of the world, until the tectonic plates of the continent stabilized, which are the twelve pillars of the earth. In this regard, the earth pillars are quite arrogant, as if to say that as long as the Daknis continent exists, the earth pillars will endure forever.

Even in the face of severe punishment, the dark priests dared not casually open the coffin marked with a number. They filled it with blood plasma as much as possible, then listened intently to every terrifying sound in the barracks. If any dangerous noise emerged, they would summon a large group of people to undertake this perilous task together; however, all the coffins remained silent, including number 1. In their imagination, as long as the blood plasma was sufficient, the blood skeletons would peacefully enjoy their rare slumber, each skeleton yearning for rest. If any dangerous noise emerged, they would summon a large group of people to undertake this perilous task together; however, all the coffins remained silent, including number 1. In their imagination, as long as the blood plasma was sufficient, the blood skeletons would peacefully enjoy their rare slumber, each skeleton yearning for rest.

"Indeed, indeed," upon thinking of this, Yi Wulian nodded repeatedly, "but if you do not bring about destruction, how will the Darkness Continent see the light of day again?"

"What? Could it be that you intend to..." A sudden thought emerged, faintly revealing a glimpse of a colossal secret plan, causing the pillars of the earth to tremble, even the stony facade could hardly conceal it. He suddenly let out a loud roar, and the surrounding statues opened their eyes in unison. They were originally somewhat square, but in an instant, they all rose from the ground, connecting with the roof of the great hall. It turned out that most of the square bases were underground. They instantly fused together, forming a tightly sealed wall that pressed inwards. They were originally somewhat square, but in an instant, they all rose from the ground, connecting with the roof of the great hall. It turned out that most of the square bases were underground. They instantly fused together, forming a tightly sealed wall that pressed inwards.

No, there are some. Yi Wulian began to notice the incongruous presence of those stone statues, and the statue in the center slowly opened its eyes. After confirming her thoughts, Yi Wulian let out a gentle sigh and said sarcastically: "You are the Lord of the Earth? No, that's wrong; it should actually be the Pillar of the Earth, right? How ridiculous that the mysterious leader of the Insians is merely a stone pillar, and the mysterious rumors are just because it cannot walk."

The scent of blood wafted in, each time accompanied by the revival of the sense of smell, with the first aroma always being that of blood. The dark priests pushed a captive cave dweller forward, severing his head with a single stroke, causing his blood to splatter onto the iron chains. As white smoke rose, the blood was instantly absorbed. The corpse of the cave dweller convulsed, and his blood essence flowed out from his neck, transforming into a mist of blood that merged into the skull's large bones. Before the skull, the scene gradually became clear; as the red light faded, one could see Yi Wulian.

Skull Da looked motionlessly at the troops emerging from the barracks, heading towards Yinsiya. His bones were terrifyingly dry, each one snow-white. His eyes were fixed on the troop, and his fingers gripped the tree trunk beside him, suddenly tearing off a large piece with a "crack" sound.

With her bright, piercing eyes, Yi Wulian's long black hair seemed to come alive, billowing out from behind her veil and silently merging into the pitch-black night sky, like a spirit of darkness. Her voice was infinitely distant yet strikingly clear, reaching deep into the soul of the skeleton before her. "How dare you violate the rules?" Yi Wulian paused for a moment to emphasize her tone, infusing her words with a magical power that shattered will, causing the skeleton in front of her to emit a sound of rattling bones.