Chapter 5, Controlled

The slight amount of blood greatly stimulated their ferocity, and reason had been completely submerged, worse than when they were tormented by pain just moments ago. The Blood Skeleton, inhaling the scent of warm blood permeating the air, felt a pitiful craving for the meager mole's blood, yet there was utterly no blood available to satisfy it; even one Blood Skeleton was insufficient, let alone seven.

Why am I here? Who is speaking to me? ... Very ... . ... Comfortable

Gazing at the departing figures of the blood skeletons, Amiha's face bore a frosty expression

A mole crawled out of the ground and was startled to see them, realizing it was too late to run. Skull Da forcefully overturned a foot of soil, bringing the mole to the surface. Before the mole could hit the ground, it was torn to pieces by several bony claws. Skull Shi, who had always been favored, suddenly fell backward, having been violently knocked out during the scramble. For the sake of a single mole, there was no longer any sense of camaraderie.

There is a corpse! Lou Da suddenly realized that those birds were companions in their search for flesh and blood, and without a moment's hesitation, he rushed in that direction. He leaped over the vividly colored strange shrubs and saw a gigantic bird and a half-decayed corpse. The bird was pecking at the corpse's eyeball, and upon seeing him, it hesitated for some reason but eventually managed to take off in time to avoid him

The bracelet emitted an ancient copper color and was of an open style. Skull could not help but pick it up; for some reason, a chill emanated from the bracelet. Skull was somewhat surprised, as the effect of the hot blood had long since faded, leaving him with little sensation, and all that remained was a vision filled with red. However, the coolness of the bracelet penetrated through to his bones, spreading throughout his fingers and palms. Skull was somewhat surprised, as the effect of the hot blood had long since faded, leaving him with little sensation, and all that remained was a vision filled with red. However, the coolness of the bracelet penetrated through to his bones, spreading throughout his fingers and palms.

Long live the King

Do not worry, I once raised a very good Hellhound. I am aware of what you mentioned; it did indeed escape once. However, after starving in the wild, it returned on its own, never to escape again for the rest of its life. They are all the same; ultimately, they are livestock raised in cages, and when night falls, they will return home. It is better to give them some opportunities for experience, allowing them to learn what fear is before that. " At this moment, Amihai's pupils suddenly constricted sharply, emitting a cold gaze akin to that of a snake. He waved his hand and instructed the dark priests, "Begin." It is better to give them some opportunities for experience, allowing them to learn what fear is before that. " At this moment, Amihai's pupils suddenly constricted sharply, emitting a cold gaze akin to that of a snake. He waved his hand and instructed the dark priests, "Begin."

He cautiously peered out from the woods to see if Amihai was very angry. The figure of the dark priest gradually became clearer, and many people were present, calling out to him with their designated coffins. Upon seeing the Transmuter and Amihai, they appeared to be in good spirits, not only showing no anger but also wearing cheerful smiles. The smell of blood wafted from his open blood coffin, which must contain a large amount of fresh blood. Several fresh zombies, tattered and with vacant expressions, stood in front of him, precisely the food he loved most. The smell of blood wafted from his open blood coffin, which must contain a large amount of fresh blood. Several fresh zombies, tattered and with vacant expressions, stood in front of him, precisely the food he loved most. The ground was littered with torn limbs, suggesting that the other blood skeletons had already enjoyed their meal.

A knight does not bow his head, for a knight fears nothing; a knight does not make promises, for a knight's word is his bond, his word is his bond ... ...

I have obtained what I desire," Dylan replied, "Nothing is more important than having fun in life. For a soul that has lived for twenty thousand years, that is all the reason one could think of. If one day I lose this qualification and struggle in pain, please let me joyfully forget everything

The skull lay quietly in the iron coffin, unable to move, when it heard a voice, a voice from deep within the soul, a familiar voice. It was a stern reprimand, a loud call. "Wake up! Come on, stand up..."

"May the light of darkness curse him!" Ami Hai tore the document into pieces in anger and said, "The Blood Skeleton is growing too quickly to be controlled; he is deliberately making things difficult for us! Moreover, an attack on Motuo Fei is currently impossible!"

What is even more exciting is that the response from the other party arrived as promised: "I am you, I have never abandoned you"

As the trader spoke, a massive skeletal dragon swept past from behind the tent, its long tail trailing behind, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine. Its enormous ankles gracefully landed beside the trader. The ground nearby was coated in a layer of frost where it had breathed, causing the dark priest and the spiders to retreat in fear. The skeletal dragon's eyes glimmered with a fierce red light, waiting for a command to pounce into the forest.

Geographically, the existence of Mottophia is even more subtle. It lies between the upper and middle hells, composed of vast deserts, serving as a dimensional incline zone and a racial segregation area between the historically antagonistic Black and Blue Magic clans. Both the Black and Blue Magic clans are reluctant to engage in warfare over Mottophia, as it could deplete significant military resources, and once occupied, they would have to face the awkwardness of bordering each other. Now, the intention of Koko Malien to occupy Mottophia indicates that relations with the Blue Magic clan have reached a breaking point.

He exclaimed: "Rock Heart, have you shattered the pillar of the earth?"

Hmm, Koko Marlene lifted her head, her fiery red hair swirling behind her like a mass of serpents. She suddenly pounced on Yi Wulian, laughing as she pinned her down on the bed. She kissed Yi Wulian's earlobe, blew gently into her ear, forcefully tore open her clothing, and attacked her sensitive areas, causing her to scream. Watching Yi Wulian in a state of panic, she smiled with satisfaction and suddenly asked mysteriously: "Tell me, if less than one percent of an army has brains, should I reward those with brains or those without?"

Skull Ten waved a feather on one side, proudly watching them blame each other. Skull Big did not know what he was doing; he wanted to establish a channel of communication with everyone. They inherently understood language but had to create a set of body language to express emotions, and this body language now indicated that everyone was very irritable. Skull Big knew that Skull Five had secretly punched him from behind. With a loud roar, he suddenly grabbed his leg bone and swung it around, smashing it to the ground. A skull head rolled away with a strange cry, and only then did everyone calm down and stop the futile quarrel. The brother whose bones were scattered crawled with a mournful face to piece himself together, and they began to roar together in search of flesh and blood.

What has happened? What has happened? I still do not understand! The skull wants to struggle, wants to scream, but cannot do so as desired. This is the greatest exile in the world, a moment more despairing than any fall.

Hmm! Koko Marlene nodded with her eyes squinted like a little girl. When the topic turned to something exciting, she suddenly jumped up from her chair, and the light veil behind her transformed into a pair of black wings that elegantly spread out. She did this not to go anywhere, but purely to complement her words with a captivating shade of darkness, a hue that permeated the tips of her wings and overflowed between the lines.

"Does it want this remaining eye?" The skull discovered that the bird had a particular fondness for this unconsumed eye, daring to fly back. "Crows indeed love to eat the eyeballs of the dead, don't they?" The skull moved the eyes of the severed head up and down in front of the crow, pretending to throw it. The crow followed the movement of his hand, poised to take off. The skull then tossed the head into the air, and the crow shot towards it like an arrow, its sharp beak aimed directly at the eyeball

Although the skeletons can only emit roars and terrifying, singular sounds, this is sufficient to express certain emotions. The skeletons even consider using these sounds to develop a language for themselves. After enduring painful torment, the skeletons are able to think more clearly than other blood skeletons. The issue is that this plan will only be effective when they regain their perception together under the influence of fervor; otherwise, even if they roar loudly, they will not be able to hear each other.

I have observed for a long time

The first formidable enemy encountered is pain, and the first skill learned is endurance. This is the true essence of life understood by Skull Dagu.

The skeleton忍不住 asked: "Who are you?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt excited; he heard himself speaking, a clear voice, his own voice!

In the territory of Munich, Dylan's appearance is a significant event for many, and being discovered so quickly is a coincidence; however, for Coco Marlene, it is inevitable

The splattering blood spurred the blood skeletons' ferocity, causing them to roar in unison, shattering long spears and sending the useless skeleton soldiers tumbling in all directions. The dark priests fled in all directions, but a large force was approaching, making the situation increasingly difficult to control. The blood skeletons roared in unison, and a mist of blood rose from the corpses of the dark priests on the ground, merging into their bones, which made them even more arrogant. The dark priests regrouped and surrounded them, while several massive spider monsters moved to advantageous positions, spewing webs to block their escape. The blood skeletons were even more enraged, and a bloody battle was about to erupt

The dark priests shouted in panic as the surrounding skeletal guards surged forward, stepping in to press down their spears like a forest. Skelldan removed a spear from his own body, but before he could swing it, several spears simultaneously prodded his ribs, lifting him up. The dark priest was directing the others to hoist him into the air. Enraged, Skelldan let out a roar and forcefully hurled the spear in his hand, piercing through the chest of the dark priest and pinning him to the ground. At the same time, with a loud "bang," Skelldan Ten leaped down from the air, crashing into the skeletal guards that were lifting him, sending them tumbling in all directions. Enraged, Skelldan let out a roar and forcefully hurled the spear in his hand, piercing through the chest of the dark priest and pinning him to the ground. At the same time, with a loud "bang," Skelldan Ten leaped down from the air, crashing into the skeletal guards that were lifting him, sending them tumbling in all directions.

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He was entranced, listening to the sound of fabric rustling, the sound of the wind flowing through the air, and then the voice of Amihai. The skeletal figure gazed at his translucent, snow-white body, the cold gleam of the scythe, and suddenly realized that he was speaking a language he could not understand. It was the unique language of the Dark Priest, a spell that seemed to be whispered. The skeleton was horrified to see that Amihai's eyes were filled with a vicious cold light, and his palm extended from the sleeve of his robe towards him

Before him lay a white wood forest, with beautiful silver trunks turning into a pristine white tinged with a rosy hue under the moonlight, resembling the color of their bones. However, the skeleton was not interested. He knew that their ribs would dry out, and they had to find a creature with fresh blood to satisfy their needs before that happened. What worried him more was that the other blood skeletons seemed unaware of this; their capacity for thought was limited, and the novelty and intrigue of the outside world surpassed the bounds of rational contemplation.

The dark priests surrounded him with sinister smiles, no longer fearing him. They beat him with fists and feet, laughing recklessly and insulting him without restraint. The skeleton glared at them in anger, which only invited a doubled assault. They trampled on his spine, forcefully stabbing at his fragile, sensitive joints, kicking his tailbone, causing him to howl like a dog as he rolled on the ground in agony. In the end, they lifted him like a sack and discarded him into an iron coffin filled with plasma, treating him like garbage. They trampled on his spine, forcefully stabbing at his fragile, sensitive joints, kicking his tailbone, causing him to howl like a dog as he rolled on the ground in agony. Finally, they lifted him like a sack and discarded him into an iron coffin filled with plasma, treating him like garbage. The coffin lid was replaced, covered with long sharp spikes, and they carefully maneuvered those spikes into the gaps of the skeleton's bones, ensuring that his bones were not damaged while firmly securing his body inside.

The skull, with a loud "bang," fell to the ground. Suddenly, Skull Two and Skull Three came crashing in, both shouting as they collided with the tree trunk. Their total harvest was just that one feather, which Skull Ten conveniently took away. The blood skeletons found it hard to accept this failure, and with no one to blame, they began to push each other around. They started to feel restless and irritable, with some even delivering a hard punch to the back of Skull One.

Skull was troubled by the dryness and burning sensation, while the bracelet had gathered some dew, making the areas it touched feel extremely comfortable. Skull then placed the bracelet around the center of his body, at the fourth segment of his spine. He pinched it with his fingers, and the bracelet tightened around him. Each time, the nerves in his spine were the most painful, but after putting on the bracelet, he suddenly felt a bit better. A trace of vitality seeped from the bones through the bracelet, forming a thin mist of blood on his spine, reminiscent of his best condition. Each time, the nerves in his spine were the most painful, but after putting on the bracelet, he suddenly felt a bit better. A trace of vitality seeped from the bones through the bracelet, forming a thin mist of blood on his spine, reminiscent of his best condition.

I have said that there will be no good days without you! The dark beings heed the call of the herder, awaken, oh demonic bloodsucker!

The exchanger has always been quite protective of us. Luo's heart felt warm, but as for Ami Hai... He glanced cautiously at Ami Hai, who let out a cold snort. With a swing of the scythe, several wounds opened up on those things called zombies, splattering some blood. A strong odor wafted through the air, the warm blood still retaining some body heat.

The Moktofi they speak of is the territory of the Anubis tribe, characterized by a canine head and human body. They are members of the dark demon family and are the most powerful among the wingless terrestrial demons. In the remote lands of Lightness, they are even revered as the gods of death beyond hell, while in Darkness, they utilize the souls of their followers as a formidable military force, establishing an independent realm of terror far from hell. They are proficient in elemental magic, possessing a strength that can be compared to the now-declining hell, making them the greatest adversaries faced by Kokomalen and all the lords of hell.

A tall figure appeared before me at an unknown time, clad in shining steel armor, intricately engraved with golden patterns, with two lions baring their claws on the chest. The red plume on the helmet was strikingly vivid, yet so soft and beautiful, entirely different from the color of blood

Overcome

Stand up, my excellent king knight

Coco Marlene nodded, teasing her beloved nightingale, and said with a gentle smile: "You need not worry so much; I am already a young lady. Fortunately, those blood skeletons will not take as long to understand as I did." She raised her slender fingers outward, and the nightingale chirped joyfully, flying out to the trees beyond the window.

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The surroundings trembled slightly, as if the coffin was being moved, indicating the army was on the march. However, the movement suddenly halted, and a glimmer of light seeped in as the coffin lid loosened. The dark priests opened the coffin lid to inspect it, glanced inside, and then closed it again.

In the end, the skeletal remains surrendered; all the blood skeletons were the same, obedient slaves. Amihai wished to give them strength so that they could stand up; when they were made to feel joy, they felt joy, and when they were made to suffer, they had to endure. Now, Amihai demanded that they fight each other, and they would engage in fierce battles; when told to lie on the ground, they would not dare to stand up.

Suddenly, he felt something under his palm. Looking down, he saw a head rolling on the ground. It belonged to the corpse from earlier, one eye having been pecked out by a bird. The skull was gazing into the eye socket, where the blood had been drained so thoroughly that the flesh had turned pale, tightly shrunk against the bone, with only the remaining eyeball still possessing some luster. Following the skull, he suddenly noticed a metal bracelet on the ground.

"That must be quite a challenge for you," Koko Marlene said with a smile. "I have already arranged a detailed plan regarding the Blood Skeleton, but I still need your participation. Speaking of which, isn't this kind of life quite interesting?"

The skull sighed heavily

The other blood skeletons gazed at him patiently, unaware of what he was contemplating. A fierce light gradually emerged in the large eyes of the skeleton. In this world, must everything one desires be obtained through forceful seizure? It is akin to tearing flesh from another's bones and smearing it upon one's own ribs, with the unfortunate individual preferably still alive

The skeletal figure violently split the corpse in two, and the six blood skeletons that followed rushed over, their eyes glowing with an intense red light. Blood splattered out, transforming into a mist that was absorbed by their bones. Still unsatisfied, they tore off chunks of flesh, extracting every drop of blood and essence, smearing the meat on their own skeletal frames. This somewhat alleviated their cravings, providing slight relief from their suffering, yet their emotions became even more chaotic. They remained unsatisfied, tearing off chunks of flesh, extracting every drop of blood and essence, smearing the meat on their own skeletal frames. This somewhat alleviated their cravings, providing slight relief from their suffering, yet their emotions became even more chaotic.

In that moment, the girls' spirited singing resonated, while the great bell desperately emitted a deafening sound. He stood up, and the hall was filled with a cheering crowd, countless passionate gazes surrounding him. A beautiful girl hurriedly ran up to the second floor, lifting the hem of her dress, and with a shake, a rain of petals fell from the sky, filling the magnificent hall with the fragrance of flowers. He stood up, and several people joyfully surrounded him to embrace him; how could he ever forget those fervent eyes? They stood tall and proud, crossing their swords in the center of the crowd, and loudly swore an oath before the king

The blood skeletons, wandering in confusion, heard the whistle and immediately turned to flee. The sound of the whistle seemed to suggest that much blood had already been prepared for them; even if not, there was still the one blowing the whistle. The skeleton hesitated for a moment, then pushed the large skeleton aside and joined the ranks of those fleeing back, not even looking back.

When the fierce gaze of Skull Danna ignited, the hungry thoughts of the blood skeletons also came to life. It was not only due to their thirst for blood; boredom was also an insatiable void. It was as if someone had put forth a clear suggestion, and ten powerful bony hands pushed against the fence, unanimously breaking through the camp, treading the exposed toe bones upon the earth

Skull was taken aback, and in a fit of rage, he struck back with a slap. The bracelet was secured very tightly, and the crow did not manage to take it off. After being hit, it tumbled in the air, lost a few feathers, and fled with a strange cry

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Today, Skull Da's mood was utterly terrible. He was preoccupied with the feeling of that sound, the one that made him feel alive. He had finally found that sensation, and he truly wished to kill someone at random just to relive it. He looked at his brothers; they had never communicated through words, nor did they have such desires. He understood that this was due to their long-standing habit of silence, and they had never considered expressing themselves verbally. However, everything changed after encountering Dylan. He knew this was because they had always been accustomed to silence and had never thought of using words to express themselves. But after meeting Dylan, everything was different.

A dark priest carefully examined the mechanism of the coffin: "How strange, wasn't it just fine? There was quite a struggle just a moment ago."

Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Yi Wulian gently walked in, as usual, to report some matters to her: "Ami Hai has begun the attack on the Darnio territory as per your instructions"

Dylan nodded and replied: "Yes, ten thousand years is indeed too arduous. If life were not so stimulating, my soul would have likely perished long ago due to the loss of joy. I lie among the most ordinary piles of bones, often waiting a month or even a year for the chance to move on my own. I have learned to sleep alongside them, merging with those bones in a silent world. Only in this way do I qualify to stand before you once more." I have learned to sleep alongside them, merging with those bones in a silent world. Only in this way do I qualify to stand before you once more.

The song of the nightingale is beyond doubt, and there is a message: "The exchanger stated that it is absolutely true and added, 'Lady Koko Marlene reminds us to expedite the cultivation of blood skeletons and directly deploy them to the front lines. At that time, Dylan will also come to pay attention personally.'"

The Skull King, however, had a purpose. Countless deserters were scattered throughout the jungles of Asia, and he was eager to find them. He needed to act quickly, before the fervor of their loyalty waned. What he did not know was that there were eyes watching them in the jungle; timid young mantises flitted nervously above the treetops, already terrified. The tribal alliance that relied on the dark forest to sustain their race no longer dared to confront Munich. The sentry mantises carried the news of the impending arrival of the Blood Skull, and they hastily packed their belongings and fled, not daring to leave even a single tooth behind.

You, you!

The skeletal leader gazed towards the distant camp, and all the blood skeletons understood without words. After tasting warm blood, the scant and putrid blood became increasingly insufficient to satisfy their needs. They craved prey, yet the dense array of long spears and skeletal soldiers obstructed their path. The dark priest stood behind, issuing commands, and the skeleton soldiers aimed their long spears at every part of them.

After much difficulty, Yi Wulian finally calmed down, stretched her graceful limbs on the bed, and softly replied: "Then we shall see who will be kneeling on your carpet at that time, receiving rewards or facing punishments; at that moment, they will all have to kneel on it"

"Good idea." Amiha smiled knowingly, and they burst into hearty laughter, as if everything was well within their control

The Blood Skulls have long forgotten the original purpose of hunting. How wonderful the outside world is! They run and jump in the forest, occasionally encountering beautiful poisonous orchids. Their leaping ability allows them to easily traverse the treetops; they stroll through the grass, teasing golden beetles with their fingers, and inserting those vividly colored poisonous flowers into their ear holes. In fact, they are distinguishing between blooded and useless creatures while casually performing those actions. Their leaping ability allows them to easily traverse the treetops; they stroll through the grass, teasing golden beetles with their fingers, and inserting those vividly colored poisonous flowers into their ear holes. In fact, they are distinguishing between blooded and useless creatures while casually performing those actions. If it were not for their emaciated frames, one would think they were innocent children.

The sound of words seemed like a hammer striking, and the large skull felt it—something was surging within him, a warm current was stirring, flowing, and boiling. He touched with his hand and felt soft lips; it turned out his own lips were trembling as well. He was so moved that tears flowed, the cool liquid running down his cheeks to his fingers. He inquired as much as he could, his words becoming incoherent due to urgency: "What must I do, what must I do to forever possess all of this?"

Dylan initially abandoned his hair, which required considerable courage, as it was one of the few features that distinguished him from the skeletal soldiers. He stood by the window in a luxurious robe, and no one could converse with Kokolam in such a manner as he did.

Those with intellect should achieve great accomplishments, while those without intellect should engage in labor

Then the finger pointed straight at him, and Rou lowered his head, seeing that his body was not a skeleton, but rather a solid hand, arm, and chest, full of flesh and blood. The voice resonated in his eardrums: "This is the world that every true knight possesses, a place they are determined to defend in their hearts, the source of their strength. And here, is the world within your heart, your source of strength"

The skull was pushed and fell to the ground, sitting there in a daze, lamenting the fragility of thought. He sat motionless, waiting for the bright gaze to cease flickering, so he could think calmly. He was only slightly stronger than the other blood skulls, able to endure a little longer, yet he clenched his bare teeth, affirming the beliefs he held. That little bit of endurance endowed him with thought. He was only slightly stronger than the other blood skulls, able to endure a little longer, yet he clenched his bare teeth, affirming the beliefs he held. That little bit of endurance endowed him with thought.

Unfortunately, Rou Da was completely unaware of this. He searched carefully in the woods, but found nothing, and then repeatedly came up empty. He could hear some faint sounds deep in the forest; he could not discern what they were, but he felt that everything was fleeing. As his hearing and vision showed signs of weakening, he knew he was taking a risk, and the danger was gradually escalating. The blood skeletons began to realize this, stopped their playful antics, and started to strive to find something with flesh and blood, only to discover that they could not catch anything. As his hearing and vision showed signs of weakening, he knew he was taking a risk, and the danger was gradually escalating. The blood skeletons began to realize this, stopped their playful antics, and started to strive to find something with flesh and blood, only to discover that they could not catch anything.

It was about time. Amihai felt quite satisfied, Soon, their superfluous thoughts would be extinguished. As soldiers, the skeletons do not need to have thoughts; they only need to obey.

Skull Ten was held in the embrace of Skull Big, silently watching the brothers desperately fighting for their share, seemingly feeling a bit sad. Shouldn't there be camaraderie in life, or is all camaraderie merely an illusion, drastically changing at critical moments? From Skull Big's silent gaze, she saw the sorrowful hue of blood, glimpsing a lonely and helpless inner world. Skull Ten could not comprehend more; she could only gently lean against him, casually resting her hand on his when he was unaware.

Here? The other party seemed to smile; the face could not be seen inside the helmet, but Skull felt certain that the other was smiling. At the point where the finger was raised, Skull finally received the answer: "This is your heart, the inner world of the knight and the *illustration*."

The sound of the coffin lid moving echoed frequently, and the other blood skeletons also awakened on their own. Unlike the Great Skeleton, they could not endure the pain of being deprived of blood for long periods, so if they did not kill, their time to move would be limited. Their skeletal frames were a deep red, much more moist compared to that of the Great Skeleton

The red light flickered erratically and was extremely piercing, preventing him from thinking calmly. Each time his vision turned completely red, he had to endure such a process, and the frequency drove one to madness, as the entire world flickered incessantly. Skull silently endured, knowing that all his companions were struggling against this shackle. Between the sorrow and rage of the blood skeletons, some had already begun to choose submission, but Skull did not want that. The sense of rebellion compelled Skull to run wildly deeper into the forest, and after a moment's hesitation, the remaining blood skeletons followed behind. Between the sorrow and rage of the blood skeletons, some had already begun to choose submission, but Skull did not want that. The sense of rebellion compelled Skull to run wildly deeper into the forest, and after a moment's hesitation, the remaining blood skeletons followed behind.

When the stones, covered with red veins, were moved in front of Dylan, his jaw dropped with a crack, falling to the red carpet along with the newly acquired goat beard.

"Stop! Where are you going?" The terrifying scene caused the dark priests to forget that they were wasting their breath. They shouted in chaos as a large group of skeleton soldiers, under command, rushed forward with spears aimed at the blood skeletons. Intuition told the dark priests that this time the blood skeletons were not merely wandering around the camp, and it was not just one skeleton causing trouble, but ten of them together.

Please have mercy! The voice, almost a wail, exclaimed, "I am willing to do anything, to endure any suffering."

Then, the mechanism of the iron plate in the coffin caught his slender neck, causing him to faint for the first time in his life, collapsing into a rippling pool of blood

"Do not be anxious, trust in our great sovereign, Koko Malin." The figure of the exchanger, shrouded in smoke, emitted a fiery gaze like a lamp. "Koko Malin has not asked us to defeat Motofei; we only need to strictly adhere to the orders from Munich and proceed. Perhaps there will be some unexpected results. I do not know what Dylan is planning, but at such a time, he should not take actions that would affect the overall situation in Munich."

The skeleton rose from the coffin, feeling a burning pain in its joints. It understood that this was due to excessive dryness, so it waved at the dark priest on duty and pointed at its joints. The dark priest understood immediately and hurriedly brought over a bucket of blood. If cooperation was not forthcoming, one could easily imagine what the blood skeleton would do next. The skeleton applied the blood to its joints with its palm, while the dark priest had already retreated to a safe distance. It simply lifted the entire bucket and poured it over its head. The blood was not fresh enough; although it could not fully satisfy its needs, it could alleviate the pain of dryness.

Use them as new pillars in my castle, what do you think

There must be something that can tear apart and cause blood to spurt out, Skoda forced himself to think in his frenzy, why is there not a single living creature to be found! Now, not even a living creature, just a corpse would suffice; otherwise, they would be trapped in a hell of bone-drying agony. A flock of dark-colored large birds suddenly took off from not far away, scattering into the air with a whoosh. In the darkness, only shadows and glowing red eyes were visible, but Skoda noticed that they were not gathering in the treetops, but rather scattering from the ground.

The exchangeer laughed ominously: "If he has any good ideas, we might as well listen humbly. The blood skeleton is now completely under our control, and no one can break the contracts that control the demonic blood leeches. We can make it command the blood skeleton to kill him after we have made use of Dylan."

Skull let out a cry, scratching his body as the world spun around him. "It must be the blood I just consumed; those zombies are unclean!" By the time he realized what was happening, he was already rolling on the ground. He glared fiercely at Amihai, but he could no longer stand up. His strength was rapidly slipping away from the gaps in his bones, as the blood-sucking worms drained not only the blood from his body but also all his power. He no longer felt pain, but instead experienced a tingling weakness. He didn't even have the strength to move a little finger; he had fallen into someone else's hands.

The red moonlight is reflected high in the sky, and on the hazy ground, the mist gradually disperses from the forest, revealing the white-covered grasslands, as if a sorceress has unveiled a mysterious veil. Some luminous plants and insects create a world of phosphorescence, with the objects in the darkness appearing delicate and clear

The knight drew the sword from his waist, the ruby set in the hilt reflecting the sunlight, yet it was not as dazzling as the brilliance of the blade itself, for it was the belief that made the sword shine, surpassing all other lights. The radiance of the sword flowed all the way to Skull's broad shoulders, where he heard the resounding chime of a bell, along with the words hidden deep within his bones.

Therefore, the primary issue is the need for fresh blood

However, in the places they overlook, an unexpected situation is unfolding. Pain and shackles not only do not extinguish thought, but also accelerate growth. The pain of the body nourishes the spirit, and the shackles of the body serve as the wings of the soul

His gaze fell upon the dark priests, who immediately fled in panic. In fact, the skeletal lord had no intention of harming them, as they appeared to be the servants of the blood skeletons. Since it was not appropriate to harm them, he had no choice but to venture out in search of prey that could be killed

At that moment, the original bird flew into his line of sight and landed on a branch ahead; it turned out to be a gigantic crow, which was opening its mouth to emit a harsh, unpleasant caw. Skull knew that at this distance he could not catch it, but the crow was quite plump, presenting a tempting allure of deliciousness. The beak was somewhat unclear, but by experience, it should be a blood-red color similar to his gaze. The crow opened its large mouth to show off, and the inside of its beak was surprisingly lined with sharp, white serrations. The beak was somewhat unclear, but by experience, it should be a blood-red color similar to his gaze. The crow opened its large mouth to show off, and the inside of its beak was surprisingly lined with sharp, white serrations.

At this moment, three individuals appeared to be quite perplexed, growing uneasy in the face of their gradually drying ribs. Suddenly, they turned and ran back. Skull felt that he had no position to stop them, and his own perception was also fading, as a red light began to flicker before his eyes

Skull Nine is Skull Ten's shadow, while Skull Ten always directs her bright gaze towards Skull Big. She casually throws a branch far away, and Skull Nine rushes to retrieve it, as if Skull Ten is tricking him into participating in a mutual training exercise for when ribs are lost. Skull Two, on the other hand, is more concerned with everything about himself, digging in his ears, clearing his eye sockets, tasting various herbs, and then sighing, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with his current sensory abilities.

Meanwhile, in the Rose Garden of Munich, Yi Wulian was shaking the neck of the blood crow violently, saying: "You glutton! The clan leader said there was something important to bring to me! What exactly have you lost?"

Several birds suddenly flapped their wings and took flight from the treetops not far away, the blood skeletons' eyes gleaming with a cold light. They leaped like the wind, weaving between the trunks, lunging at those unknown flying creatures. Skull, leaping quickly and high atop the treetops, even managed to touch a bird's long tail feather. Through his fingers, there was almost the entirety of the gray sky, and then everything swiftly slipped away through his grasp. Skull caught hold of a long tail feather, but the injured bird let out a wretched cry and fled. Through his fingers, there was almost the entirety of the gray sky, and then everything swiftly slipped away through his grasp. Skull caught hold of a long tail feather, but the injured bird let out a wretched cry and fled.

They found a tattered suit of armor under the eucalyptus tree, shattered beyond recognition, but there was a small golden sword gleaming brightly. "This is the rubbish of humans. Hey, look at this, this is real gold, it is the bestowed sword of the king's knight"

There is nothing to worry about, and Lou happily emerged from the thicket, everything was as he had imagined. The exchanger was very pleased to see him: "It's good to have you back, this is your favorite, the freshest zombie! The taste should be acceptable"

"Attack Motuo Fei with full force? The sooner, the better?" Ami Hai found it hard to believe and asked, "Is this really an order from Munich? With our current troop strength, we cannot defeat Motuo Fei!"

Not enough!

Although Skull has a brain, he hardly thinks anymore. Those terrifying blood-sucking worms are so small that he cannot see them, burrowing deep into his marrow, gnawing at him like ants. His blades cannot harm them, yet they can drain away all his blood, all his strength, torturing him to the point where he collapses like a puddle of mud at any location designated by Amiha. How many times has he shouted at Amiha, only to be beaten down, collapsing like mud on the ground? His blades cannot harm them, yet they can drain away all his blood, all his strength, torturing him to the point where he collapses like a puddle of mud at any location designated by Amiha. How many times has he shouted at Amiha, only to be beaten down, collapsing like mud on the ground? The dark priests have plenty of ways to directly whip a soul; they humiliate all sense of self and dignity, even driving nails into the joints.

"Stand up!" That voice was filled with authority, and he could not help but obey. Turning around, he saw golden sunlight pouring over the earth, with clusters of dandelion seeds bathing in the golden glow, flying towards the distance. The earth was so beautiful, adorned with flowers of various colors, and the birds' songs were so melodious, something he had never heard before... No, he had heard it! In his distant memory, when he was still flesh and blood! The earth was so beautiful, adorned with flowers of various colors, and the birds' songs were so melodious, something he had never heard before... No, he had heard it! In his distant memory, when he was still flesh and blood!

The dark priests now fear the skeletons from number 2 to number 10 even more, as the great skeleton has the ability to maintain its intelligence at all times; one simply needs to avoid provoking it. The other blood skeletons, if attracted by blood or if their bones dry out, will go into a frenzy, and if they cannot find an enemy, they will turn on their own. Therefore, when their red eyes surveyed the situation within the barracks, the hearts of several dark priests were in their throats.

With a heavy sigh, the exchanger felt somewhat helpless: "Yes, he has been appointed as governor. Although he has no territory, his power is greater than we imagined, and it directly affects us."

He perked up his ears, for he was afraid of missing the most important words. Then the answer came, which to him was nothing less than the supreme decree. The other party laughed heartily: "Why do you need to ask me? It is far better to seek within yourself, for I am your soul! If you wish to be a knight, you only need to be one at heart. Yes, anyone can be a knight, as long as you have a piece of land in your heart that you are willing to defend." If you wish to be a knight, you only need to be one at heart. Yes, anyone can be a knight, as long as you have a piece of land in your heart that you are willing to defend.

This took Skull by surprise. When he landed, he saw that the eyes had already been pecked out of the head. Just as he turned halfway, the crow had already circled around behind him, approaching along the blind spot of his vision. Suddenly, it pecked at the bracelet on his spine, its claws gripping his ribs, and from behind, it clamped its beak onto the bracelet and pulled forcefully.

Coco Marlene felt somewhat desolate today; she hoped her lover would appear soon. He had not visited their agreed meeting place for such a long time. Something must have happened to hinder his steps. Coco Marlene mournfully toyed with a cursed doll, her favorite doll, which contained a strand of hair left behind by that unfortunate person. As soon as she pricked it with a needle, her lover would feel a headache, realizing he had forgotten something. However, it seemed inappropriate to do so; she understood that everyone was overwhelmed with their own affairs. Something must have happened to hinder his steps. Coco Marlene mournfully toyed with a cursed doll, her favorite doll, which contained a strand of hair left behind by that unfortunate person. As soon as she pricked it with a needle, her lover would feel a headache, realizing he had forgotten something. However, it seemed inappropriate to do so; she understood that everyone was overwhelmed with their own affairs

Then I will not take care of it; cultivating them is primarily your responsibility. " Amiha nodded, "Why hasn't that old man Dylan shown up yet? It doesn't matter how much he pays attention now; the Blood Skeleton only listens to us.

Indeed, only you can give orders; however, this is his first suggestion, which has been approved by Lord Koukoumalin. The exchanger presented an official document, stating, "It was truly self-inflicted suffering to seek him out."

"I don't care at all, haha, this sword looks quite impressive hanging from my robe." The dark priest proudly hung the small golden sword on his belt, completely unaware that Governor Dylan was dressed like an ordinary skeleton soldier, blending in with the crowd while wearing a helmet. Dylan's skeletal face inadvertently cracked a smile, but when he noticed someone looking over, he quickly composed himself.

Moments later, he gazed contentedly at the moist blood mist on his bones; such a feast could sustain his vitality for a long time. Before him lay a clear world, with the distant chirping of insects echoing from deep within the forest. He had finally regained that feeling of satisfaction; if only every day could be like this.

The Tao of the Exchange: "However, some ideas are also good, as this allows us to teach them more skills quickly, putting them to greater use"

However, a low whistle came from afar. It was the whistle specifically used by the Dark Priests, who employed its frequency in conjunction with drugs to awaken the slumbering skeletons, allowing them to obey commands even in a state of unconsciousness. This whistle could only be heard by the skeletons, and although it held no significance for the blood skeletons, at this moment it felt like a signal calling them home

The dark priests grinned menacingly in unison, while someone directed the skeletal soldiers to carefully lift out the blood coffin that housed the blood skeletons

"What? The method for creating Blood Skull was invented by that old man Dylan?" Ami Hai was somewhat surprised, and his tone inevitably sounded stiff

Kokomarian fell silent; can that be considered a form of happiness? Even for a being like her, a demon god, she never had the courage to face every moment of her existence. It was merely a process of slumber and awakening, during which she fell in love with the man she encountered in the fleeting gaps of time—a choice that was a burden yet one she never regretted. He cared for her every second, and she responded with a heavy hand. But when he fainted in her arms, she realized that she loved him. A burden yet one she never regretted. He cared for her every second, and she responded with a heavy hand. But when he fainted in her arms, she realized that she loved him.

"As you wish!" Dylan bowed slightly and added, "Moreover, regarding the matter I mentioned to you, if you truly intend to implement the Blood Skull Plan, you can no longer delay it!"

In these ten thousand years, I have nearly infiltrated all the immortal legions to uncover the secrets of the most powerful immortal kings. They employ various methods to obtain formidable undead warriors, yet I still believe that the blood skeleton I propose can evolve into a character that will make them feel ashamed

Ah, you flatter me," Koko Marlene said with a sly smile, "As long as the heart of the rock does not leave its support point, it will not affect the world, will it? I have grand plans; for now, I am merely conducting an experiment.

However, Amihai shook his head and began to laugh ominously

First, close last week

The sound of the bell brought him to a deeper place of memory, where before him lay a magnificent red robe, the king's robe. A small golden sword rested on a red pillow, held by someone, adorned with exquisite inscriptions. He knelt on one knee, gazing up at the shimmering blade. The king, beaming with joy, touched the sword to his shoulders and forehead, then took the small golden sword, cradling the hilt with both hands and presenting it to him. He saw inscribed upon it "Captain Mars of the First Knight Brigade of the King" and, cradling the blade with both hands, raised it upright, kissing it while pressing the blade against his forehead. The king, beaming with joy, touched the sword to his shoulders and forehead, then took the small golden sword, cradling the hilt with both hands and presenting it to him. He saw inscribed upon it "Captain Mars of the First Knight Brigade of the King" and, cradling the blade with both hands, raised it upright, kissing it while pressing the blade against his forehead

"Stop! Everyone, step aside!" Amihai appeared just in time, unexpectedly halting the dark priest who intended to block the Blood Skeleton. "Let them go, allow them to move freely. After all, they will want to return by night. From now on, let them act on their own."

Kokomarian shook her head: "It is not only warriors who are entitled to pride. Your age is of great assistance to me; for this loyalty, I shall grant you everything you desire within reason. Even the leader of the Dark Knights, Ludran, has not accomplished more than you have, so please feel free to request even a fief larger than the territory itself."

"It can be eaten!" Lou was overjoyed and charged towards the zombies

Fortunately, they all seemed to be in good spirits. After a comfortable sleep, they could temporarily shift their focus away from the world of killing. They looked at Skull Boss, and from the current performance, it was clear that Skull Boss was always the leader. In a one-on-one situation, no one could defeat Skull Boss, and they all had to agree on that. They were ten brothers bound by fate, and Skull Boss was indeed the eldest brother. They stared blankly at Skull Boss, speculating on what he intended to do, and generally, this would lead to a consensus. They were ten brothers bound by fate, and Skull Boss was indeed the eldest brother. They stared blankly at Skull Boss, speculating on what he intended to do, and generally, this would lead to a consensus

***

Dylan smiled slyly: "Hehe, could it be that you deliberately shattered the pillars of the earth for this purpose?"

"How can you be me?" The skeleton was somewhat confused; he was excited by the beauty of that world. He only knew that he liked it here; as long as he was here, he possessed all colors and all sounds without needing blood. He had no time to ponder the meaning of those words and could only impatiently ask: "Where is this? What kind of place is this?"

At that moment, the skull giant leaped into action, while the crow, with its wings drawn in, glided effortlessly towards the head suspended in mid-air. The skull giant sprang up like a flash of lightning, reaching for the crow's wings. Just as the head paused in the air, the crow suddenly flapped its wings, using its claws to nudge the head, and astonishingly, it directly placed the head into the skull giant's hand, gracefully evading the attack

He immediately turned to Skull and said, "Do you need any advice?" Seeing that Skull was listening, he coldly added, "If you go out and come back, you won't have such comfortable days as you do now."

"Why are you blocking me?" Skeleton Da wanted to ask this, but could only encapsulate his thoughts within the questioning gaze. From the unreservedly fierce looks of the skeleton brothers, Skeleton Da understood that they would not yield and that communication with them was impossible. "In that case, I won't hold back." Without fear, Skeleton Da moved forward and suddenly broke into a run. The skeleton in front aimed his gun directly at him, but Skeleton Da ignored it, allowing his body to pass through the gun barrel, and delivered a punch to the chest of the gunman, who instantly shattered into several pieces, scattering on the ground

Moreover, "Ami Hai angrily said, 'In between, there are Danio, Heisenberg, and the Lost Forest. To bypass the forest and launch an attack would require conquering at least four more territories. Even if we attempt to move, it would lead to our demise! The front line has advanced too far, surrounded by unrecovered areas. We could be ambushed, and we lack the capacity for resupply!" The harshness of this command caused even Death to lose his composure. Ami Hai, like all uncultured individuals, waved his scythe wildly, and it took him a while to regain his focus, murmuring, 'This is a test, the greatest test that Koko Malin has given us.' The front line has advanced too far, surrounded by unrecovered areas. We could be ambushed, and we lack the capacity for resupply!" The harshness of this command caused even Death to lose his composure. Ami Hai, like all uncultured individuals, waved his scythe wildly, and it took him a while to regain his focus, murmuring, 'This is a test, the greatest test that Koko Malin has given us.'

Skeleton Six joyfully jumped along the way, cradling brightly colored mushrooms in his arms. He seemed to enjoy collecting them, discarding the smaller ones in his embrace to eagerly pick up larger ones. Skeleton Eight crouched on the ground, intimidating a beetle by forcefully clapping his hands and growling at it. Skeleton Five, a gloomy character, always coldly observed everything as the weakest among them. Suddenly, he extended a leg—tripping Skeleton Four. Skeleton Four stumbled to his feet, looking around on the ground to see if there were any obstacles. Skeleton Five nonchalantly walked away, while Skeleton Four vented his anger at a tree root.

Let it be, perhaps it was the work of some unscrupulous individuals from Asia, or maybe there was a reckless human who met their demise here. However, be cautious, those royal knights are quite sinister, and there may be terrifying vengeful spirits.

***

Good stuff! Lou Dalian quickly turned over the corpse, but it seemed that the bracelet did not belong to that body, and he did not find a second good item.

Skull Da held onto Skull Shi, watching the competing bony toes trampling on the ground, leaving behind terrifying footprints amidst the flying dirt. That drop of hot blood had long been completely drained, yet they continued to fight fiercely, as if trying to squeeze the blood from each other's bones. In the end, it was their thirst for blood that made them cease the futile struggle. They flailed about like headless flies, hastily pushing aside the grass, digging holes, searching for a second careless animal.

Another dark priest looked around in surprise: "Isn't this supposed to be in the garbage heap? How could it be in the forest?"

In the moment of realizing something was amiss, an unbearable itch enveloped his entire body, as if something were writhing within his bones. Subsequently, from head to toe, every fingertip throbbed with intense pain, as if something were gnawing at his marrow. The pain even rendered his vision pitch black, leaving him unable to see anything, worse than when it had previously glowed red.

Hmm. Ami nodded, "We need to come up with some solutions. As long as we get through this tough time, our strength will qualify us for lordship, and Dylan won't be able to do anything to us! My lord, let's think positively; we are about to become lords! The urgent task now is to ensure that the Blood Skeletons obey us."

Skull nodded slightly; he had no interest in Amihai's suggestion, as he did not understand the difference between advice and threat. The blades and guns before him cleared a path, and he walked out, followed by the blood skeletons. Beyond the camp lay the forests of Inxia, and beyond the forests, it was unknown where. For them, this was all that mattered, the only important thing that was enticing before them

The skeleton can also speak, and it speaks very well, just as well as any flesh-and-blood person.

The sound of bells and songs grew louder, and the entire palace began to spin. With a loud "bang," the skeleton awakened, finding himself in a realm of darkness, a red darkness. He felt utterly powerless, the countless tiny creatures still wriggling painfully in the crevices of his bones. The iron needles on the coffin lid pierced through the gaps in his skeleton, and the iron plate remained lodged against his neck, rendering him immobile

"How can we just let them go?" The exchanger appeared beside him, speaking anxiously, "Although this is something that will happen sooner or later, such self-rewarding behavior must be eradicated; otherwise, it will be like raising a wild dog that does not obey commands! Make a decision, will you? Bring them back!"

"What does it affect?" Amiha said coldly, "He can at most gesture from the sidelines; the army is mine! Mine!"

The knight replied: "That comes at a cost; the knight's creed can be both lenient and harsh"

Skull looked longingly at the place it had departed from, feeling somewhat dejected. Unable to secure a decent prey, he too would be tormented by drought. Perhaps he could face thirst without fear, but he dreaded loneliness. The last one to return was uncertain if there would be food to enjoy; Ami Hai was always harsh with him, often imposing punishment, yet it was still better than being all alone. Skull missed home and slowly made his way back. The intense smell of blood gradually revived his sense of smell, and he began to yearn, as if a grand feast was still awaiting him. The last one to return was uncertain if there would be food to enjoy; Ami Hai was always harsh with him, often imposing punishment, yet it was still better than being all alone. Skull missed home and slowly made his way back. The intense smell of blood gradually revived his sense of smell, and he began to yearn, as if a grand feast was still awaiting him

When the seeker approached Amihai with a face full of anguish, the nightmare of death began

Quickly take him down

"I have agreed," Koko Malin raised her head, "Life is truly a marvelous thing. Now, there is another matter that piques my interest. I believe this pleasure could even serve as a reward for you."

The darkness receded, and he found himself lying on a verdant hill, with a cerulean sky above. A neigh broke the silence, and he sat up in a daze, seeing a horse—an actual living horse, devoid of any red glow in its eyes, gentle and pure, adorned with a leather saddle and armor. Its eyes gazed at him with kindness, and he felt, without a doubt, the genuine care and deep trust emanating from it. He trembled all over, not knowing why, knowing nothing at all. Its eyes gazed at him with kindness, and he felt, without a doubt, the genuine care and deep trust emanating from it. He trembled all over, not knowing why, knowing nothing at all

"I will find time to give him a beating later," said another dark priest, hesitating slightly. "Could it be an illusion? Look at those eucalyptus trees. I've heard that some of those trees release a kind of liquid, and if you sleep under them, you will have strange dreams. If you smell it too much, you will experience all sorts of bizarre illusions. Huh? What is that? Under that tree?"

Those damned nightingales never bring good news

The innate resilience of character was the only legacy he could bring here during his lifetime

As the last ray of light was sealed away by the heavy lid, the sound of several metal mechanisms twisting echoed. It seemed that the skull could hear the praise of the changer and the cold snort of Amiha