Chapter 6, Memories

Skull Da did not receive an answer, and Skull San's soul vanished before it could say more, merging into his bones and becoming one with his spirit. Each bone swelled, filled with a sense of power. Skull Da looked up to see Damoer chopping Skull San's remaining complete spine into segments with an axe. A layer of golden runes shimmered on his axe, emitting a faint, radiant light that swept over every fragment of Skull San, seemingly the primary force for the destruction of the soul's anchorage.

Skull Da did not quite understand what was happening. He pushed aside the corpse and frantically stabbed at those approaching him with ice shards, causing those nearby to flee in fear. Skull Da grabbed the rope and pulled hard, causing the soldier on the other end to fall to the ground. Just as he was about to get up amidst the chaos, his neck was suddenly severed by a helmeted skeleton soldier.

They each set up their camps at opposite ends of the battlefield. The Danio army occupied an outer castle, while Amihai established his main camp on the outskirts of the forest, with a sufficiently wide plain in between serving as the main battleground. For many, war is an opportunity, and the Blood Skeletons' opportunity has also arrived

Before him lay a sea of flames, where could one still find the fragrance of flowers? Not to mention the green hills and the blue sky, red blood seeped from the roots of the grass, and the once gentle horses lay fallen nearby, exposing their pale ribs, while some repulsive maggots were gnawing at them. He lay in the gray grass, the flowers wilting around him, and as he stood up from his fright, the gray grass turned to ashes and scattered in the wind

Before Skull Great could savor the power of this sword strike, someone roared and lunged at him from above. Skull Great pushed his shield upward, and the Moon Clan soldier deftly landed on his shield, striking down with a knife at his back. Skull Great paid no heed, spinning around in a whirlwind, and pierced the man with his sword. The corpse convulsed continuously, hot blood gushing from the opponent's chest, flooding into Skull Great's eye sockets, turning his vision into a blurred crimson.

A sudden sensation of acidity and numbness surged from his fingertips, and Skull suddenly realized that all the parasitic bloodsuckers had fled to the tips of his hands and feet, writhing vividly red between his joints, seemingly in great panic. This unexpected discovery filled Skull with joy; the bloodsuckers could no longer pose a threat to him. He concentrated his mind, attempting to activate the bracelet to emit cold air, causing the bloodsuckers to writhe even more frantically in their fear. A faint collective consciousness flowed through his bone marrow, and Skull suddenly became aware that they were pleading.

I will definitely master more combat techniques!" Luo gasped, blood streaming down his mouth, countless moves swirling before his eyes, leaving him dizzy, unable to help but cover his face with his palm until he regained his composure, his eyes filled with fierce light. "That is my past; I possess the combat techniques of the king's knight, the highest combat techniques!

The Danio army has firmly established its position; they are well-trained and their combat effectiveness far surpasses that of the skeleton soldiers. As time ticks away, the battle intensifies. Relying on their astonishing jumping ability and wind-like speed, the Moon Clan excels at small unit assaults, gradually wearing down their opponents' defenses. They can slip through your armpit in an instant, with three or four individuals attacking a single target simultaneously. When they leap over your head, you are left with the fleeting illusion of a shadow passing by. They can slip through your armpit in an instant, with three or four individuals attacking a single target simultaneously. When they leap over your head, you are left with the fleeting illusion of a shadow passing by. And when you fall, surrounded by blades and weapons calling out to them, they retreat like shadows, only to weave back in and strike again, catching you off guard.

The territory of Danyao is the habitat of the Moon Clan, which they boldly refer to as a kingdom today. It is no surprise, as they indeed possess the courage of a leopard. They resemble a combination of humans and black leopards, being native warriors of the demon race who cherish their homeland. Unlike the sordid cave dwellers, they have developed a profound and rich culture and once pledged allegiance to Koko Malin in ancient times. They are natural hunters in the darkness, skilled in the use of javelins, the fastest terrestrial race, and capable of understanding powerful dark sorcery. Unlike the sordid cave dwellers, they have developed a profound and rich culture and once pledged allegiance to Koko Malin in ancient times. They are natural hunters in the darkness, skilled in the use of javelins, the fastest terrestrial race, and capable of understanding powerful dark sorcery.

The skeleton exuded an overwhelming aura, picking up a tattered longsword from the ground and swiftly knocking down a Moon Clan soldier. He then grabbed a bone shield, deflecting an axe that came at him, and with a quick turn, sent a head flying into the air, having already felled over ten people in the blink of an eye. He paid no heed to the bounty set by Amihai, instead reveling in the joy of slaughter. His ferocity immediately drew the attention of his opponents, and the surrounding roars followed in quick succession as they charged at him one after another. The skeleton felt at the peak of his state, his vision becoming increasingly clear; with each person he felled, a mist of blood rose from the corpses. He had already drunk his fill, and the blood did not immediately seep into his bones, but instead lingered in the surrounding air, becoming increasingly advantageous for the skeleton.

Get up! What have you done to me? What have you done to me!

Some say that dying is an eternal moment, a place of heaven or hell. For Skull, eternity is that beautiful world from his memories, with colorful hills and blue skies. He lies there, flesh and blood, not allowing the wind to pass through his body, but letting it brush across his face. The vibrant flowers nod at him repeatedly, like the beautiful witches in the Munich castle lifting their veils, and one flower rubs against his face, reminiscent of the smile of Yi Wulian

The counterattack has begun, and the Moon Tribe soldiers on the front line find themselves in a dire situation, surrounded. They hear the sound of approaching horns and leap quickly to escape back to their camp. However, as soon as they land, hands emerge from the ground, pulling at their ankles, causing them to fall to the ground, unable to move with lightning speed any longer. Those terrifying claws, gripping a half-broken rib, pierce their bodies, tearing them into bloody fragments, and their thirst for blood transforms into a frenzied madness.

Amiha looked regretfully at the battlefield: "If only Selos were a bit smarter!"

The blood mist swirled, shadows flickered, and a blood-red figure stepped upon the corpses before them, fresh crimson blood congealing and dripping like morning dew upon his bones. The skeletal figure returned to the world of slaughter, glaring at his enemies with blood-red eyes, instilling terror in their hearts. The faces of the Moon Clan were marked with a greenish fear, and their weapons trembled without exception. As the skeletal figure roared and took his first step forward, they were already fleeing in panic. The faces of the Moon Clan were marked with a greenish fear, and their weapons trembled without exception. As the skeletal figure roared and took his first step forward, they were already fleeing in panic

Some sympathetic gazes emanated from the eyes of the spider monster, striking the skull with a force akin to a club, leaving it somewhat embarrassed

The angry voice continued in a nightmarish manner: "Your brother has passed on his power to you through death, hoping that you would avenge him. But you have given up; you have brought blood and death here. Do you want blood? Here it is, it is all yours!"

He instinctively glanced back; the front line was retreating, and there were bonfires burning everywhere. The weather here was dry, which was very unfavorable for the skeletons. At this season, the grass on the prairie had withered. The Moon Clan specifically chose this place as the battlefield, intending to use fire to eliminate the army of skeletons led by Ami Hai. Skeleton Big wanted to retreat back to his own camp, but the relentless Moon Clan warriors were chasing after him, determined to dismantle him just like they did with Skeleton Three. Suddenly, several lassos were thrown at once, nearly catching Skeleton Big by the neck. Skeleton Big wanted to retreat back to his own camp, but the relentless Moon Clan warriors were chasing after him, determined to dismantle him just like they did with Skeleton Three. Suddenly, several lassos were thrown at once, nearly catching Skeleton Big by the neck.

The soldiers immediately discarded their weapons, while the cave dwellers let out strange cries and took out a thin, transparent piece of skin from their waists, wrapping it around the wound, which instantly stopped the spurting blood. The skin seemed to have some adhesive properties and was very breathable, contracting on its own to seal the wound. They shouted incomprehensible words at Skull Big, showing no signs of losing their composure. Once the bandage effectively halted the bleeding, they became even more ferocious, redirecting all their attention back to punishing Skull Big.

The Moon Clan seemed to be frightened, fleeing in all directions, avoiding a direct confrontation, darting about like cats. Skull roared in anger, unable to catch anyone, his eyes filled with dark shadows flitting back and forth. Suddenly, someone swung an axe fiercely at him; Skull casually blocked it with his sword, but with a "crack," the sword broke. Those shabby weapons were already flimsy, and the opponent was intent on destroying his armament. In just a moment of shock, shadows closed in from all sides, and he could not tell how many long spears were thrust between his ribs. The Moon Clan, with a collective "hey," exerted their strength, lifting him entirely with their spears.

Damn it, get up! The Dark Priest wanted to bypass Skeleton Ten to attack Skeleton Great, but Skeleton Ten kept blocking the way. The Dark Priest knew that the Blood Skeleton did not care about being whipped, and at that moment, there was no time to pay attention to them, so he could only kick them a couple of times in frustration, cursing as he drove them back into the ranks.

He resembled a lost soul, following the group in a dazed manner as they exited the tent. His gaze inadvertently fell upon the waist of a dark priest. A flash of golden light appeared, and the blood-red vision suddenly gained a new hue, startling him. The golden radiance was so captivating and magical in his eyes that he nearly went mad. Instinctively, he reached out his hand, lunging towards the dark priest, but the dark priest evaded him warily.

The skeleton joined the large troop in a relentless slaughter, suspecting that the enemy must have some special instructions, much like how Amiha was adept at having the skeletons set ambushes. There might suddenly be reinforcements appearing, or traps laid out. After the initial excitement, he lost interest in meaningless killing. The blood he had consumed was sufficient to sustain him for a full two months; as long as those bloodsuckers remained obedient, he could actually endure. Thus, he became a contradiction. The image of that beautiful world submerged in a sea of blood lingered in his mind, along with the knight's scornful rebuke against the slaughter. He vaguely felt that he should not sink into this bloodshed, yet that very blood was an essential condition for his survival.

The thoughts of the skull remain in the world of the heart; compared to that unparalleled splendor, what does a mere morsel of sweetness amount to? He gazed at his excited companions, who were raising their arms in fervor for the impending thrill, yet in his eyes, such days could hardly be considered living

Unlike the reclusive cave dwellers of the Inasia people, the Moon Tribe is valiant and skilled in battle. Their bones can be transformed into skeletal warriors, which can exhibit a combat power even greater than that of humans, though they are somewhat difficult to control mentally. This is due to the Moon Tribe's considerable beastly nature; whenever the blood moon is at its peak power, they become wildly beast-like, unable to distinguish between friend and foe. However, this aspect can be improved through the use of a blood pool.

Never surrender

After a prolonged period of refinement in the Blood Pool and resource gathering in Asia, the Amihai Legion has transformed into a formidable undead army. The Blood Pool reinfuses the filtered remnants rich in craftsmanship back into the bones, enhancing the attack skills of the skeleton soldiers and completing the development of the bone dragon. In the face of a powerful nation like Danio, Amihai can also launch attacks without fear.

The spear charged fiercely from afar, repeatedly thrusting in and out of the large eye sockets of the skull, causing the entire world to spin. Countless heavy blows accompanied by curses rained down upon him, striking at his joints, prying with the spear on his spine, making him fall into the torrent like a withered leaf, his body shaking helplessly and violently with each attack

That's great, you can talk now? Hey, this is really amazing! We can talk a lot together.

Skull Big passed through them and stood at the front. The dark priest leading them hurriedly shouted his name. Not for any other reason, but because he intended to climb onto the back of the giant spider, having gained a bit of weight. "Get down, hurry up!" He recklessly kicked Skull Big's backside. Ever since the Blood Skeleton was tamed, Skull Big had become his favorite mounting stool. Skull Big half-squatted on the giant spider, and the dark priest stepped on his bones as if climbing a ladder to ascend. "Get down, hurry up!" He recklessly kicked Skull Big's backside. Ever since the Blood Skeleton was tamed, Skull Big had become his favorite mounting stool. Skull Big half-squatted on the giant spider, and the dark priest stepped on his bones as if climbing a ladder to ascend.

A massive bone dragon seized the opportunity to soar above the fleeing ones, releasing a tremendous gasp while unleashing a chilling icy breath upon them, shattering them in the merciless wilderness. A whole battalion of skeletons advanced forward alongside the bone dragon, with a dark priest standing atop a giant spider, chanting the summoning incantation. They waved their black robe sleeves, and the skeletons that had just fallen suddenly burst forth from the earth; they had not been defeated at all, merely having concealed themselves within the soil, with only a small portion burned by the Moon Clan.

As Skull stumbled and was about to evade, his neck and right wrist suddenly tightened, ensnared by two lariats, realizing the situation was dire. Just as he braced for a storm of fury, a crisp sound of "ding" resonated from his spine, as if an axe had struck the bracelet embedded in his vertebrae. The officer's scream followed, only to abruptly cease, as if his neck had been snapped.

What a pity, I haven't even lived yet, and I am already facing death

In the eyes of Skull Three, there was a fierce light, roaring as it absorbed the blood mist. Blood gushed from a small wound on a Moon Clan member, the wound continuously expanding. The Moon Clan member, aware of the danger, covered the wound with a hand and shot a glare, quickly retreating with a few others. Soldiers with wounds deliberately avoided fighting the Blood Skeleton, and with no fresh blood to absorb on the scene, Skull Three lost its last glimmer of hope. Damar roared, shattering Skull Three's skull into pieces. The red light in the eye socket extinguished, and a fierce Blood Skeleton was thus reduced to fragments.

But why still lament

But what can be done about it

He paused to weigh his options; the schistosomes seemed to be negotiating with him. If he rashly killed the schistosomes, their death could inflict significant harm on himself, and Amiha would also take notice. The schistosomes were willing to submit to him; they served as excellent internal administrators, capable of accumulating the essence of blood souls, allowing him to operate longer in environments lacking fresh blood and to engage in symbiotic returns when his bones were dry.

Skull Demon roared loudly in the flames, the fire no longer his torment but rather his adornment. A wondrous, icy power erupted from his spine, even freezing the air, causing the flames to gradually pale and extinguish. Soldiers holding long spears screamed in unison, dropping their weapons as if scalded. A blood mist recondensed in the air, and a terrifying figure swayed within it, accompanied by a continuous sound of breaking. Suddenly, countless broken spearheads and shafts shot out from within, and amidst the screams, those around fell in droves. The blood mist recondensed in the air, and a terrifying figure swayed within it, accompanied by a continuous sound of breaking. Suddenly, countless broken spearheads and shafts shot out from within, and amidst the screams, those around fell in droves.

Amiha expressed satisfaction with their control; the Blood Skeleton had now become an obedient servant, and the moment for charging into battle had arrived. However, a sudden discovery caused his typically enigmatic smile to freeze on his face, and even his usually pale complexion turned even paler.

He wiped his face with his palm and suddenly felt a bit dazed. He stumbled over a corpse at his feet, becoming unsteady, and illusions gradually appeared before his eyes. They were orcs with green faces and sharp fangs, equally fierce, attacking him from all directions. "Where am I?" He discovered that he was wearing tattered armor, and a sharp pain shot through his back. Struggling, he turned his head and found an arrow lodged in his back. His palms were covered with leather gloves, obscuring the sight of his white bones, contrary to his usual habit, while blood continuously flowed from his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not draw it back in. "Where am I?" He realized he was still in tattered armor, with a sharp pain in his back, and again he turned his head to see the arrow. His palms were gloved, hiding the white bones, contrary to his usual practice, and blood kept flowing from his body, which he could not pull back. Amidst the tide of enemies, he alone remained, like a rock.

A force that seemed to arise from nowhere expanded within his chest, urging him to explode. Never before had he felt so resolute, so exhilarated, and so intensely aware of what he wanted to pursue

Coco Malin once held them in high regard, but they had forgotten the pact with Munich for five thousand years. A royal rebellion led to all of this, and many secrets were lost at that moment. Coco Malin was not in a hurry to take drastic measures, yet their new royal family made outrageous claims to Munich, openly attacking Coco Malin's private life. For the sake of their safety, the envoy did not convey the exact words back, but Coco Malin had already decided to reclaim this territory as soon as possible. Coco Malin was not in a hurry to take drastic measures, yet their new royal family made outrageous claims to Munich, openly attacking Coco Malin's private life. For the sake of their safety, the envoy did not convey the exact words back, but Coco Malin had already decided to reclaim this territory as soon as possible

Ami Hai understands the meaning of Koko Malin, and causing no serious harm is the best ideal. The Moon Clan has a short lifespan, but the immortal Koko Malin still remembers the friendship from thousands of years ago, hoping that the Moon Clan can return under the banner of Munich. After all, this is a powerful tribe and one of the important members of the Dark Magic Clan. Whether it is possible to subdue Danio is crucial for the war against Motofei. If too many troops are depleted here, it will be impossible to contend with Motofei. Whether it is possible to subdue Danio is crucial for the war against Motofei. If too many troops are depleted here, it will be impossible to contend with Motofei. However, if the Moon Clan is successfully defeated, whether alive or dead, Ami Hai will greatly increase in strength.

The Moon Clan is such a group

At this moment, Skull Great finally understood the main reason for the defeat in battle. The survivors from Asia had provided the Moon Tribe with a wealth of information, including the characteristics of the Blood Skeleton and possible remedies. Additionally, more cave dwellers were tending to the wounded of Danio in the rear; they were skilled in bandaging wounds, and the injuries they treated could effectively resist the blood-sucking ability of the Blood Skeleton's blood mist

Happiness, this is my world, I will ultimately be able to stay here

The raised torch emitted an orange-yellow light, dazzlingly swaying before him, obstructing his view and casting a new hue over the world, while the skull remained indifferent. The life of the blood skull was one of suffering; he had long understood the secret to living, as he could simply open his palm to let the pain fade away

A familiar sensation reached consciousness, and Skull Big heard Skull Three speaking to him: "Skull Big, it is me. I am dead"

In an instant, the true battle began. The immortal army, just a second ago, stood motionless like a statue; a second later, they surged forward like a tide, frantically following the steps of the colossal beast. The fierce Danio warriors charged forward in unison, as the black tide and white tide collided violently. They shouted slogans as they hurled their javelins into the sky. The javelins fell like rain upon the galloping Selos, failing to pierce its thick skin, yet completely igniting its ferocity. The fierce Danio warriors charged forward in unison, as the black tide and white tide collided violently. They shouted slogans as they hurled their javelins into the sky. The javelins fell like rain upon the galloping Selos, failing to pierce its thick skin, yet completely igniting its ferocity.

"What are you looking at?" Skeleton glared at the spider, but the spider couldn't be bothered to respond. That ugly mount was so large it was off-putting, with each organ on its furry head being particularly unsightly. With every step it took, it left small pits in the ground with its enormous sharp legs. Skeleton felt that even as an insect, the spider was too embarrassing in appearance.

Do not worry

Skull felt that the skeleton brother resembled Dylan with a mustache, but before he could express anything, Dylan had already run off to a safer place without looking back, leaving behind the brothers who could only charge forward. In a fit of rage, Skull cut the ropes with his sword and began to turn the tables, pursuing those who had attacked him.

Wind Wolf Slash! He heard himself roaring, seeing himself madly charging towards the countless blades of slaughter. Then, a fierce wind surged from the sword in his hand, and in an instant, blood droplets fell into the wind all around him

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and Damore's words were choked off, leaving one to wonder if there was more to come. A gigantic nine-headed dragon, as massive as a mountain, charged towards him with wild abandon, and after careful consideration, he decided to turn back and run.

Skull was like a scarecrow hanging on a rack in the wind, swaying back and forth, with no place to exert strength. He roared in anger, trying to break those gun barrels with his hands, but found himself powerless. The gun barrels were specially made iron rods, their surfaces extremely smooth, seemingly coated with grease. Skull struggled violently, attempting to grab the throat of the person closest to him, but failed to catch anyone. Some cave dwellers allied with Danio rushed over with excited screams, their eyes filled with malice as they piled firewood and various debris beneath Skull's body, splashing some grease on him. Skull struggled violently, attempting to grab the throat of the person closest to him, but failed to catch anyone. Some cave dwellers allied with Danio rushed over with excited screams, their eyes filled with malice as they piled firewood and various debris beneath Skull's body, splashing some grease on him.

Skeleton Da bent down to evade, leaping fiercely to the side, using his shield for protection. Those Moon Clan warriors seemed to be elite troops, moving with such speed that it was difficult to grasp their actions. They attacked continuously with lassos from a distance, forcing Skeleton Da to cry out in frustration, with no opportunity to counterattack. Suddenly, a lasso caught the edge of his bone shield's spike, snatching the shield away. Skeleton Da kept dodging and crashed into a tall and robust Moon Clan officer, as if he had collided with a wall. The officer thrust out his belly, knocking Skeleton Da off balance, and effortlessly swung down an axe.

Gripping the hilt of the sword once more, he felt much better. Skull looked around, and the battle had already reached a fever pitch. Our forces had advanced a bit, but the Moon Clan's defenses remained solid and difficult to breach. Selos was frantically running back, as the wooden battle bar on his back was ablaze, and the skeleton soldiers on his back had likely been burned or had fallen off. Due to this unfortunate commotion, our camp suffered minor injuries, with many skeleton soldiers being trampled into pieces by the panicked Selos. Selos was frantically running back, as the wooden battle bar on his back was ablaze, and the skeleton soldiers on his back had likely been burned or had fallen off. Due to this unfortunate commotion, our camp suffered minor injuries, with many skeleton soldiers being trampled into pieces by the panicked Selos

In an instant, it seemed as if an unusual brilliance flashed wildly before his eyes, and the battlefield echoed with the furious roars of bloodied skulls. The skeleton was astonished to see a stream of black mist flowing towards him, lingering and entwining around him with reluctance

The morale of Danyao's Moon Clan is currently at a low ebb, compounded by the bone dragon delivering a rather lethal strike from the sky, causing their lines to retreat. However, this does not signify the end of the battle; they resist tenaciously, regrouping in an orderly manner under the command of their leader. Their war drums emit a specific rhythm, but only their commander knows what it signifies

"What the hell do you want?" The dark priest was startled and struck him fiercely with the whip. Skull Ten suddenly lunged at him, pinning him down. The whip came down hard on Skull Ten's back, and his eyes were filled with pleading. The fierce determination of Skull Big to resist was also dampened.

As soon as the Moon Clan stepped into the blood mist, they suffered heavy casualties, seemingly aware of the danger, and suddenly retreated together. Skeleton stood in the center of the blood mist, suddenly feeling a gust of wind at the back of his head. He looked up, and an axe was descending towards him. The sound of the air flowing was like an alarm ringing loudly, and Skeleton could clearly see the hairs on the three-lobed lips of his opponent quivering. In a moment of crisis, without a second thought, Skeleton let out a furious roar and swung his sword like a whirlwind. A surge of blood-colored sword energy burst forth, producing a fierce sound of breaking air, cleaving the person in front of him in two. The sword energy pierced through the opponent's body, emitting a sharp sound of breaking air, and where the sword wind passed, a number of them fell down.

Fate? What is that?

The soul of the knight approached, treading upon bloody footprints, his steps unsteady, and his armor lacking luster. He painfully knelt on the ground, supporting his throat with his hand, murmuring in anguish, "What have you done to me? What have you done?"

What am I doing? Lou was taken aback, unsure of what to do next, and remained upside down on top.

In his lamentation, he began to realize that he must grasp the measure between need and decadence. He was also unaware of why he deliberately chose to adhere to the chivalric code; perhaps it had already been ingrained in his very bones since the dawn of his existence, a loyalty so profound that even death could not alter it

Skeleton Da agreed, and he attempted to reduce the cold energy released by the bracelet. The bracelet had firmly integrated with his spine, creating a sense of mutual understanding. As the freezing energy gradually receded, the blood-sucking worms returned to his body with gratitude, becoming exceedingly well-behaved, not daring to cross the boundaries delineated by the bracelet, avoiding dispersing around the spine. Skeleton Da felt a distinct change throughout his body, invigorated and refreshed. It was only at this moment that he strongly felt his own existence. As the freezing energy gradually receded, the blood-sucking worms returned to his body with gratitude, becoming exceedingly well-behaved, not daring to cross the boundaries delineated by the bracelet, avoiding dispersing around the spine. Skeleton Da felt a distinct change throughout his body, invigorated and refreshed. It was only at this moment that he strongly felt his own existence

Skull忍住冲动，轻轻将Skull十推开站起来，目光却依然落在黑暗牧师腰际的黄金小剑上。那把金剑！他一眼就认出那是他的剑，国王赐给他的剑！他记得清清楚楚，那上面刻着“国王骑士第一大队队长玛斯”，那就是他的名字！是他的东西！

Skull Three struggled to turn over, attempting to rise, when Damor struck him again with an axe on his back. Skull Three let out a terrifying scream, unable to stand up again. The Moon Clan members pulled the ropes with all their might in various directions, tearing apart his bones one by one, breaking his ribs as well, until he was finally scattered across the battlefield, with only his head, still attached to the spine, twisting incessantly.

As the knight opened his mouth, blood gushed forth from the slits of his helmet like a spring, with every seam of his armor bleeding

Skull Da maintained an expressionless demeanor, having been this way for many days, like a mere ornament, leaving others perplexed. Ami Hai could not help but suspect that the schistosomiasis had caused some aftereffects. He silently contemplated, examining his contract with the schistosoma, and then he discovered that the schistosoma had done its utmost; however, it seemed that the return of power and the allure of blood did not bring sufficient joy to Skull Da. He appeared as if he were a useless person, dispirited and silent, which made Ami Hai feel uncomfortable all over. He silently contemplated, examining his contract with the schistosoma, and then he discovered that the schistosoma had done its utmost; however, it seemed that the return of power and the allure of blood did not bring sufficient joy to Skull Da. He appeared as if he were a useless person, dispirited and silent, which made Ami Hai feel uncomfortable all over.

The vast and filthy darkness, a nest of shadows. Its path is a road of no return illuminated by light, yet for the tribes in the dark, it is lovingly referred to as their homeland, their cradle

"That was Mars, when I was still alive!" The great skeleton wiped his eyes again, returning from his daze. The echoes of the Wind Wolf's strike still lingered in his ears, and all around were the scattered remains of corpses and skeletons. Dust continued to swirl on the ground, and the blood mist mixed with dust clung to the bones, leaving him sticky all over

Skull suddenly became aware, he abruptly opened his eyes and sat up, as a voice angrily and impatiently scolded him

I am Damore. The eternal star never falls into the sea. His eyes are deep and enchanting, his black face has gentle curves, reflecting his noble upbringing as a warrior. His voice is as calm as the night sky, "Daniol wishes to be a star in the sky, never falling into the sea of Munich..."

Before the skull, there lies an ocean of skeletal brothers, each wielding various weapons, standing like nails on the battlefield. They are fully armed, adorned with helmets and armor. After a period of adjustment and technological improvements by the forgers, they no longer resemble the impoverished figures that attacked Inxia. A large number of skeletal shields have been produced, and the helmets and armor of the elite troops are green, crafted from the skins of Inxians and mantises, with their spines shimmering with seven segments of phosphorescence. A large number of skeletal shields have been produced, and the helmets and armor of the elite troops are green, crafted from the skins of Inxians and mantises, with their spines shimmering with seven segments of phosphorescence

I have truly used the Wind Wolf Slash. Lou clearly remembers the subtle sensations of wielding the long sword, and the frenzied feelings from that memory continue to linger. He struggles to contain his inner excitement, gripping the sword hilt tightly, feeling somewhat insecure. After a moment of hesitation, a stray arrow suddenly flies in from behind, but instead of piercing his back, it passes through the gaps between the bones and strikes a corpse in front of him. He is momentarily stunned, his gaze falling on the leather gloves worn by that corpse. A skeletal soldier brother collides with him during the battle, and he pushes that brother back, seizing the opportunity to strip the leather gloves off the corpse and put them on.

When the undead army marched to the outskirts of Danio, Danio's forces were already on high alert. Amihai understood that this was due to the massacre of Yinsiya, which had made them anxious. According to the news brought back by the messenger, the remnants of Yinsiya had already united with Danio. The advantage of nature-worshipping beings is that they can easily unite with the vast majority of factions without any sense of loyalty.

In the Skull Great Dark Passage, this battle is indeed clearly defined between black and white

That person is Damoer

Before the blood skeleton, impervious to blades, the Moon Clan appeared as mere insects to be slaughtered at will. The skeleton, unperturbed by the heavy blade striking its body, seized its opponent by the throat with a claw, sending the corpse flying. Upon feasting on enough blood, the skeleton leaped atop the pile of bodies, seeking worthy prey from its elevated position. In a moment of inattention, a shadow flashed overhead, and an axe struck heavily against its shoulder blade, producing a sound akin to metal clashing. The skeleton turned in fury, and a Moon Clan member had just landed, his long-haired black face filled with terror. As the skeleton menacingly approached, the Moon Clan member, in a panic, swung another axe at its waist. A flash of white light danced before the skeleton's eyes, and suddenly, an idea sparked in its mind. With a mighty leap, it managed to stand on the opponent's head, balancing on one hand.

The changer spoke while waving his hand, and a tremendous screech erupted as ten skeletal dragons burst from the camp, rising up from the tents. They stretched their necks and, with a dreamlike grace, broke free from the chains binding their feet, then soared toward the battlefield with a roar, leaving a layer of white frost in their wake. They also exhaled a breath of cold air onto Selos's back, extinguishing the flames. Dozens of dark priests cracked their whips, guiding Selos with sharp sounds. Selos gradually quieted down, lying on the ground as its nine heads took turns biting its own back, emitting a pitiful sound akin to that of a chick, which made Amihai feel a twinge of sympathy.

"Everything depends on your decision." The knight's words were already slurred, as blood gushed from his mouth. Yet he still struggled to stand, drawing his longsword from his waist. As the blade emitted a white light, and the sound of metal scraping resonated, shaking off the fear, the skull understood.

The knight's sword is raised high with both hands, pointing towards the sky

Looking up, across the grassland lies a black sea. The soldiers of the Moon Clan wear simple ornaments on their pitch-black fur, their eyes shining like stars. Their fur is sturdy, their movements agile, and their powerful claws strike the ground as they weave through the camp with their flexible tails. They are accustomed to fixating their glowing eyes on their opponents, occasionally brandishing their spears as a form of intimidation. In the dimness of Darkness, their numbers are less conspicuous than those of the skeleton legion due to their skin color. Opponents can only gauge their strength from the continuous wave of black in the front line, and beyond that, they are aware of the endless threats lurking in the shadows. Their black fur glistens under the moonlight, and their figures dance uncertainly along the boundary of light and dark, making them the foremost hunters of the Dark Continent.

A sense of desolation suddenly rose from the depths of the heart, and with a roar, the Blood Skeleton charged towards Damor. Several enemies attempting to block his path were instantly torn to shreds by him. The battlefield echoed with the roars of the Blood Skeletons and the screams of the Moon Tribe soldiers, as a corpse soared high into the air, seemingly indicating that every Blood Skeleton was rushing in this direction

A cornered beast still fights, and the giant can only struggle with all its might. Amidst the roar, the air around thickens with the scent of blood, a layer of blood mist spreading from the corpses, growing denser and infecting the wounds and vision of the survivors. A soldier from the Moon Tribe let out a startled cry, covering his arm, where there was a tiny wound. The wound, which had already stopped bleeding, suddenly burst open, and blood gushed forth.

Is that you, Lou San?

"No!" she screamed hysterically, kneeling on the ground, gasping and sobbing, "Please, I will do anything. Tell me, how can I salvage everything?"

"One-on-one? An invincible army has never had a general take the field." Ami Hai let out a few cold laughs, then whispered a few words to the exchanger, who nodded and went to the back.

He then closed his eyes, savoring the refreshing fragrance of the flowers. However, inadvertently, that floral scent gradually transformed into the stench of blood

The numbness in his spine gradually dissipated, and a slight sensation accompanied by a refreshing feeling emerged from that area. Luo realized the key to his miraculous escape. He pulled out a twisted spear that was still lodged in the gap between his ribs and discarded it, then began to explore along his spine. When his fingers touched a patch of coldness, he understood; it was that bracelet, the one he had picked up, which possessed an extraordinarily powerful energy, though he did not know how to control it. All the coolness emanated from there, spreading along his spine to his limbs and bones, making him feel extremely comfortable. When his fingers touched a patch of coldness, he understood; it was that bracelet, the one he had picked up, which possessed an extraordinarily powerful energy, though he did not know how to control it. All the coolness emanated from there, spreading along his spine to his limbs and bones, making him feel extremely comfortable.

The eyes of the blood skeletons lit up, fueled by the hot blood of fifty living beings. There was no torment; this was the happiness they had longed for. Ami Hai released the seal of the demonic blood-sucking worm, which expelled the essence of the blood souls it had drained, allowing them to exert more than one hundred percent of their power. It had been a long time since they felt such excitement, and the intense killing intent that had been suppressed for so long emanated from them as they let out a fierce roar together

The skeleton tightened its grip on the long sword and moved forward, suddenly witnessing a horrific scene. Skeleton Three was tightly bound by ropes, unable to move. A tall figure flashed by, wielding dual axes, and amidst the thunderous sounds, dust and smoke rose. Skeleton Three had already fallen to the ground, its two feet brutally severed.

In the midst of the advancing troops, the Blood Skeleton rushed forward, with the sounds of fierce combat echoing in every corner. A mist of blood enveloped the area, while other Blood Skeletons unleashed a massacre, yet he observed coldly from the sidelines. The roar of leopards resounded from all directions, seemingly conveying some hidden message. The Blood Skeletons became the primary targets of attack, as flaming arrows soared from the Moon Clan's position across the battlefield towards the bone-laden rear. A large group of enemies wielding axes mercilessly shattered the skeletons into fragments. The skeletons, undeterred, used their shields to fend off the spears, fearlessly charging forward over the bonfires.

The earth trembled, and the giant dragon Selos roared madly, its nine long necks swinging up and down. Wherever it passed, there was a scene of desolation, with incomplete limbs fluttering in the air like leaves. In the enormous basket on its back, there were hundreds of skeleton soldiers armed with bows and arrows, unleashing a volley of arrows. The terrifying projectiles were indiscriminately scattered into the black camp. In an instant, the formation of Danio was torn apart, and white waves surged inward in relentless torrents

No, no, you do not understand. I am dead, killed by someone. This is death; I can no longer walk with you. I suddenly remembered many things, but there is no time to tell you. I have seen the source of our blood skeleton's soul; it is a destiny. Our birth is for a destiny!

Skull Da had never been so terrified that his soul felt detached; even the undead had never witnessed a scene more dreadful. The questioning voice ruthlessly pressured him, violently shaking him, leaving him in a state of utter panic

Before the battle commenced, Amihai gathered them together, his face displaying a hint of warmth: "In the past, I instructed you not to bite; now, forget that. Embrace your wildness, for the time to bite has arrived! Whoever brings back the most valuable head will be rewarded with fifty live captives. I will overlook the offenses that have angered me, but do not think you can easily satisfy me."

The world had plunged into complete darkness. Lou Da released his grip, surrendering as if resigned to fate, allowing the oil to drench his body. The soldiers of the Moon Tribe shouted in unison, using their spears to lift him once more. He straightened amidst the forest of spears, his head drooping backward, gazing up at the pitch-black sky. Pain and consciousness faded away together, and Lou Da felt a twinge of regret.

"No!" He exclaimed in panic, covering his face. Suddenly, he saw that his hands had turned to withered bones! His flesh was rotting at a terrifying speed, as if it were being pushed off a fully stacked bookshelf, falling piece by piece from his skeleton. He was flustered and could not hold on to it no matter what.

Throw, throw the javelin!

Perhaps it was due to the sudden frenzy of the Blood Skeleton that the sound of drums urgently echoed from Danyao's formation. Damor glanced at the Skeleton, but the drumbeats called to him; he could not afford to pay attention to the Skeleton and swiftly leaped up, disappearing into the crowd after a few jumps. The Skeleton lunged at nothing, and a Moon Clan warrior thrust a spear from the side like a venomous dragon. As the Skeleton dodged, he saw several Moon Clan warriors approaching from all sides with lassos in hand, suddenly realizing that the drumbeats were a ruse, that their side was losing its advantage, and that the enemy had sufficient strength to organize a combined attack.

The Moon Clan soldiers under his control became anxious, twisting their waists in an attempt to throw him off. Skull Da understood clearly that if he fell to the ground, his opponent would surely strike him with an axe. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him; he exerted force with his fingers and dug them into the opponent's eyes. The opponent let out a terrible scream, while Skull Da remained upside down on top of his head, and only a lifeless body slowly collapsed. Skull Da released his grip and jumped down, crushing the opponent's skull in the process. Blood mixed with white brain matter splattered onto him, and the blood-sucking parasites in his body stirred restlessly, compelling him to immediately seek out blood to consume. Skull Da felt a surge of heat, let out a wild scream, and frantically sucked, until a layer of blood-red hue permeated through his entire skeletal frame

Then, the opposing camp slightly parted, and several of the most agile warriors, armed with long spears, escorted a general adorned with a golden collar around his neck as he stepped forward. The army of Danio erupted in fervor, raising their weapons and shouting in unison. The man had golden patterns shimmering on his forehead and held two peculiar throwing axes connected by a long iron chain, wielding them with impressive force. The surrounding soldiers were even more excited, shouting loudly: "Damoer! Damoer! Marshal Damoer will surely win! General Munich, come forth! General Munich, come forth!" The man had golden patterns shimmering on his forehead and held two peculiar throwing axes connected by a long iron chain, wielding them with impressive force. The surrounding soldiers were even more excited, shouting loudly: "Damoer! Damoer! Marshal Damoer will surely win! General Munich, come forth! General Munich, come forth!"

From the vast expanse of the universe, one gazes down upon a searing point of convergence. When the sound of "now" resonates, a soul with the head of a black panther roars in fury as it escapes from its shell; or with a crisp "crash," akin to shattering a porcelain plate, a skeleton returns to the earth.

On the battlefield, the skeletal brothers began to advance forward in an orderly manner. They passed by the great skeleton, reassembling the nearby scattered soldiers into a solid offensive formation. They raised their bone spears and bone shields, using their agility to counter the enemy in dense formation, advancing ever onward.

Surrounded by white figures swaying, the skeleton gasped for breath, suddenly realizing that he had narrowly escaped death, feeling a sense of lingering fear. He did not know if the other skeleton brothers felt the same fear; previously, he believed they would not, but now he found it hard to say.

Skull did not suffer much damage. When he looked back, he found that the officer had turned into an ice pillar, with the long-handled axe encased in ice. The axe handle was adorned with large icicles, and the officer's face, filled with horror, was also frozen in the ice, leaving one to wonder if he was dead. The surrounding Moon Tribe soldiers shouted in anger, and some rushed forward with torches, intending to thrust them into Skull's skeleton. Skull was suspended in the air, pulled by ropes, and in his struggle, he managed to free his left hand and break off an icicle from the large axe, which he then thrust into the chest of a Moon Tribe soldier. The soldier screamed in madness as blood flowed down his chest, pooling on the ground and turning into a yellow, fatty substance. The surrounding Moon Tribe soldiers shouted in fury, and some rushed forward with torches, intending to thrust them into Skull's skeleton. Skull was suspended in the air, pulled by ropes, and in his struggle, he managed to free his left hand and break off an icicle from the large axe, which he then thrust into the chest of a Moon Tribe soldier. The soldier screamed in madness as blood flowed down his chest, pooling on the ground and turning into a yellow, fatty substance. He desperately tried to insert the torch between Skull's ribs, but the torch went out.

The soldier of the Moon Clan, having bandaged his wound, spat disdainfully, glaring fiercely with his leopard-like eyes. He snatched the bottle and poured the oil directly onto Skull Big's body. Skull Big struggled desperately, twisting a gun barrel into a helix, but this did not allow him to escape his predicament. Suddenly, a spear plunged violently into his reddened eye socket, nearly causing his head to fall off from his flexible neck. Even Skull Big became dizzy, yet he clung tightly to the twisted spear tip with both hands. Suddenly, a spear plunged violently into his reddened eye socket, nearly causing his head to fall off from his flexible neck. Even Skull Big became dizzy, yet he clung tightly to the twisted spear tip with both hands.

Roaring! Marshal Damor wielded his battle axe vigorously, calling out for a long time without any opponent emerging. He believed that Amiha was afraid, which made him even prouder as he thumped his chest and shouted to the sky. The sounds of the Moon Clan thumping their chests blended with his roars, startling the birds in the forest into flight. After greatly satisfying his pride, which fed on flesh and blood, Damor waved his hand, and the entire camp fell silent. He took two steps forward, protecting his chest with one hand, as if speaking in accordance with the warrior's etiquette. After greatly satisfying his pride, which fed on flesh and blood, Damor waved his hand, and the entire camp fell silent. He took two steps forward, protecting his chest with one hand, as if speaking in accordance with the warrior's etiquette.