Chapter 7, The Golden Sword

A blue shadow flashed and, like a specter, landed before him. Skull was taken aback; the blue demoness had not left with Damore, but had instead crossed the blockade to arrive here

The terror caused someone in the darkness to exclaim "Ah!" A hidden assassin suddenly leaped up, fleeing towards the battlefield. However, just as he took that leap, he found himself crashing into a thick cloud of smoke. The massive body of the Transmuter blocked his path, its form continuously expanding, wrapping around him like smoke, tormenting him. A gigantic claw grasped his head and pulled him out, revealing lantern-like flames in the thick smoke, which were the eyes of the Transmuter. The massive body of the Transmuter blocked his path, its form continuously expanding, wrapping around him like smoke, tormenting him. A gigantic claw grasped his head and pulled him out, revealing lantern-like flames in the thick smoke, which were the eyes of the Transmuter.

What? Amihai was taken aback, "To be honest with you, Lord Dylan, not only did Skull Big escape, but Skull Three was also destroyed during the battle in the daytime. But no one has informed us of this, has anyone?"

Before confirming what he had done, the Skeleton rushed forward, grabbing the Dark Priest, twisting his head with his claws, and biting his throat. The Dark Priest let out two startled cries, and his struggles quickly became feeble. The Skeleton snatched the small golden sword from his waist, pushing aside the Dark Priest's pale pupils and his face twisted in surprise, and dashed towards the outside of the camp. Chaos erupted in the camp as the Dark Priests abandoned their tasks to unleash various curses at him, reciting spells to control the demonic blood leeches, and mobilizing skeleton soldiers to intercept him; everything happened too suddenly. The Skeleton snatched the small golden sword from his waist, pushing aside the Dark Priest's pale pupils and his face twisted in surprise, and dashed towards the outside of the camp. Chaos erupted in the camp as the Dark Priests abandoned their tasks to unleash various curses at him, reciting spells to control the demonic blood leeches, and mobilizing skeleton soldiers to intercept him; everything happened too suddenly.

Skull Da particularly appreciated their despicable self-awareness; as long as he stayed away from Ami Hai and their dark priests, he could coexist peacefully with the demonic bloodsuckers. His bony arms tightly embraced the golden sword, as if victory were firmly in his grasp, for the first time feeling the fatigue that made him want to rest. There, in the rain, he dozed off, allowing the rainwater to flow into his eye sockets, finally having the opportunity to examine closely the token that represented his identity as a knight of the king.

Amiha covered his face with his hand, and the overwhelming feeling of failure washed over him. However, this was not their fault; all along, they had never been taught how to speak, only how to kill. They could kill instinctively, or they could kill with skill, and they could kill alongside their legion. Yet, it now seemed urgent to teach them knowledge. It was indeed difficult to determine who among them had killed the most valuable enemy general, but compared to a certain individual, at least they had brought back heads. Amiha strode angrily towards Skull, deciding to vent all his frustration on him. They could kill instinctively, or they could kill with skill, and they could kill alongside their legion. Yet, it now seemed urgent to teach them knowledge. It was indeed difficult to determine who among them had killed the most valuable enemy general, but compared to a certain individual, at least they had brought back heads. Amiha strode angrily towards Skull, deciding to vent all his frustration on him

The uniformity of the leopard heads is striking; Ami Hai is not a member of the Moon Clan like Danio, so it is difficult to distinguish these furry heads. In front of Skull, there is nothing but emptiness, prompting him to approach Skull Two. The severed head brought back by Skull Two is so shriveled that it is unrecognizable, likely having been drained of its blood before death. Ami Hai inquires: "Whose head is this?"

"The key point is that I will treat you well." Lucilanchis giggled as she turned around, "Do you think I am beautiful?"

The assassins collectively sighed in relief; however, at that moment, countless enormous venomous snakes crawled out from the lower half of Amihai's body, slithering up each spear and coiling around them, their red tongues flickering unpredictably as they sprayed venom onto the assassins' faces. Startled, the assassins dropped their spears and retreated, only to discover that the ground was covered with snakes, realizing they had unknowingly found themselves in a den of serpents. Thousands upon thousands of snakes lunged at them from all directions, baring their fangs; there was no way to evade them, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies were ensnared.

Blue Demon Clan

"Listen carefully." The woman turned gracefully like a peacock, elegantly lifting her hood with her long fingers, revealing a face of exquisite fairness, a rare beauty indeed. In a melodious tone, she said: "I am Lucilanchis, the princess of the Blue Demon tribe, the only daughter of the great Blue Demon envoy, Lucidi. You seem to be struggling here; why not come to Blue Demon City to serve me?"

Skull remained silent, while Lucilanchis waited eagerly. Suddenly, Skull asked in return: "What should one do if they particularly desire something?"

A strong feeling rose from the depths of his heart; that object represented the knight's identity, with honor and hope encapsulated in its golden glow. The skeletal figure gritted its teeth, secretly observing, silently moving through the camp, forcing itself to look away. It leaped over the camp's fence and entered the forest. Those dark priests who caught sight of it were momentarily taken aback, but soon returned to their tasks with a sense of relief.

Ami Hai walked away with a frown to ask Skull Four. The head at Skull Four's feet was very beautiful, with soft lines, white and even canine teeth, and delicate fur. However, it had its neck twisted and pulled off, with some muscles hanging loosely. Ami Hai asked: "Who is this person?"

The forehead of a massive black panther's head, adorned with a golden crescent-shaped pattern, is none other than that of Marshal Damore of Darnio

As the long fingertips pressed against the chin like five sharp spears, the Moon Clan member's body went rigid. The voice was filled with tender affection, yet it evoked an overwhelming sense of despair. The fingertips then slowly tightened around his neck, and with a crack, it was snapped.

Ami Hai, feeling dejected, patiently asked: "Whose head is this?"

Skull stepped back slowly in shock, as if the pliers had fallen into his mouth, his jaw stiffening. The person in front of him chuckled, comparing the two bloody teeth he had just pulled out against his chest—he simply wanted to make a necklace, but clearly, two teeth looked too meager; he needed more. How could he be so cruel?

As the fervor waned, they fell into deep distress, driven by the malevolent bloodsuckers to return one by one to their coffins, leaving only Skull Da stubbornly remaining in the camp. He felt very lonely, as he had become particularly unique. Only he could speak, and he was free from the torment of the bloodsuckers. As long as he did not wish to return, the malevolent bloodsuckers would instead expel blood essence to help him maintain his state

Skull Da could only find a corner to sit and gaze from afar, feeling it was extremely unfair. The Dark Priest, with sleeves tucked, walked back and forth joyfully, and Skull Da realized that even if he brought back the head of Damar, he would gain nothing, at most suffering a little less abuse. If he dared to make any demands, he would likely invite a beating. Even if Amihai agreed, the Dark Priest would not let him off the hook in private.

Continuing to observe, Skull Eight was busy wiping the blood off the head, Skull Nine was using his fingers to comb the hair of the head, and Skull Ten had stuffed a flower, which he had somehow obtained, into the ear of the head to create a good first impression for Ami Hai. Upon noticing Ami Hai looking over, Skull Eight flexed his muscles in a show of strength, Skull Nine reenacted the thrilling moments of the fight in place, and Skull Ten anxiously opened his mouth, shouting "Whoosh, whoosh, roar, roar, roar..." while extending his arms wide to indicate that there were many formidable enemies. Upon noticing Ami Hai looking over, Skull Eight flexed his muscles in a show of strength, Skull Nine reenacted the thrilling moments of the fight in place, and Skull Ten anxiously opened his mouth, shouting "Whoosh, whoosh, roar, roar, roar..." while extending his arms wide to indicate that there were many formidable enemies

Skull raised his head abruptly: "You say to serve you? What is the difference from being here?"

Damn it! Damoer swung his axe and struck the book, causing the arrows aimed at him to be swept to the ground by a strong wind. He raised his axe and pointed it far at the skull, shouting: "Remember this!" Then he felled an unfortunate tree and retreated reluctantly before the soldiers from Munich rushed out

This action... this skeleton must have been a king's knight in its former life! The blue demon woman screamed, "Quickly, take him down!"

No need for further words! The reprimand from Koko Malin was filled with anger, "At all costs, immediately track down the whereabouts of Skull! Before the gallows of fate, the paper walls of Danio will collapse without a fight; but if we lose track of the key point, all your contributions and hard work will have to start over!"

He was intoxicated by a wonderful happiness and dozed off, vaguely seeing the resplendent national flag fluttering, as if he had returned to the country of his memories

Skull shook its head: "You may leave, what I desire I can seize for myself, you cannot provide it for me. You are beautiful, but not the most beautiful; that title belongs to Yi Wulian."

The woman of the Blue Demon Clan laughed recklessly, while Skull looked around. The dark priests seemed either blind or deaf, engrossed in their own tasks, and not a single person glanced in this direction. Skull felt somewhat displeased and asked in a low voice, "If you look down on my name, what is yours?"

Her voice was filled with seduction, and Lou Da felt a warmth spread throughout his body, yet the shadow of Yi Wulian inexplicably surfaced in his mind. Lou Da immediately shook his head, remaining unmoved: "You are beautiful, but there is someone in Munich who is even more beautiful."

Amiha was unwilling to engage in a battle without certainty, so he had no choice but to retreat hastily. Moreover, the Undying always had gains on the battlefield after the battle. When the recently deceased Moon Clan members rose as zombies or skeleton soldiers and clashed with their friends and family, what expressions would be on their faces? Thinking of this, Amiha smiled happily

Ami Hai and the Exchangeer nodded to each other, directing their gaze towards the battlefield. In just a short while, the battlefield underwent another change

Rainwater slid down Amihei's face as he said fiercely: "There is a way! We will seek out the old royal family of Danio, using gold, and spare no expense to throw out gold as a reward for information on the whereabouts of the old royal family. We will retreat the camp; we cannot enter this battlefield for the time being. We will wait until the corpses have decayed in a few days before engaging in the next battle. As long as we find the old royal family, we can undermine Danio's power from within, and Lady Kokolam will be satisfied!"

The assassin gritted his teeth, swiftly dodging, and in an instant, he was behind Ami Hai. He crouched low like a leopard and thrust the spear diagonally upward into Ami Hai's back. A layer of golden light illuminated the spear, and as it pierced Ami Hai's back, a penetrating sound of "puff" echoed, with a wave of golden light rippling across the entire surface. The assassin was overjoyed, a smug smile spreading across his three-part rabbit lips. The spear was a soul-hunting weapon specifically designed to deal with undead creatures, and this reaction indicated a magical explosion, confirming that he had struck true. A layer of golden light illuminated the spear, and as it pierced Ami Hai's back, a penetrating sound of "puff" echoed, with a wave of golden light rippling across the entire surface. The assassin was overjoyed, a smug smile spreading across his three-part rabbit lips. The spear was a soul-hunting weapon specifically designed to deal with undead creatures, and this reaction indicated a magical explosion, confirming that he had struck true.

There is an ambush!

However, Amihai's body refused to fall, gradually becoming more and more indistinct. The assassin couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be another illusion?" Just as he was thinking this, Amihai's face gradually emerged from the back of his head, the gun still embedded in Amihai's body, but it had clearly been lodged in his back just moments ago, and now it appeared to be embedded in his chest.

"No, the Blood Skeleton seems to act autonomously." The soldiers surrounding the large skeleton appeared to be aware of its formidable power, cautiously observing their surroundings and refraining from any rash actions. The large skeleton recognized them as the most active elite troops on the battlefield, most of whom had participated in the fierce battle against it. Among them, a few individuals sniffed the air and swiftly darted around the vicinity, returning to report: "There are definitely no living beings within a radius of one mile"

Flesh-and-blood beings are always so fragile

"What a sight!" Damoer removed an axe, let out a low growl, and with all his strength hurled it towards the back of Skull Big. The axe, imbued with an unknown amount of force, whistled through the air as it sped towards its target. Upon hearing the sound of the wind, Skull Big took two steps to the left while running, but unexpectedly, the flying axe seemed to have a life of its own and veered left as well. He then jumped to the right to confirm his suspicion; although the axe had been thrown, Damoer was still controlling it, keeping it aimed at his back. Skull Big's mind raced, and suddenly he pressed himself against an old tree. He jumped to the right again to verify his suspicion; although the axe had been thrown, Damoer was still controlling it, keeping it aimed at his back. Skull Big's mind raced, and suddenly he pressed himself against an old tree.

The Exchangeer counted the number of people, and the assassination of several dark priests caused considerable confusion. However, reinforcements from Munich would arrive immediately. The loss of skeletons was not significant, but the unexpected loss of a blood skeleton was painful. Amiha's expression was quite poor, worried that he would not be able to explain to Koko Malin, and also afraid that old Dylan would take the opportunity to make a fuss. The Exchangeer patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I will go collect the bodies. By tomorrow, when they see their compatriots turned into enemies, the outcome will be decided." Amiha's expression was quite poor, worried that he would not be able to explain to Koko Malin, and also afraid that old Dylan would take the opportunity to make a fuss. The Exchangeer patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I will go collect the bodies. By tomorrow, when they see their compatriots turned into enemies, the outcome will be decided."

However, Skull did not want to endure their mocking gazes, which made him feel uncomfortable for no apparent reason. The conditions for freedom were already in place, and he cast his gaze towards the jungle behind the camp, almost immediately thinking of escape. The dark priests were busy counting their spoils; the Moon Elves favored golden ornaments, and their weapons were quite good, mostly made of metal. As Skull walked past them, he saw that small golden sword hanging from the robe of one of the dark priests. The dark priests were busy counting their spoils; the Moon Elves favored golden ornaments, and their weapons were quite good, mostly made of metal. As Skull walked past them, he saw that small golden sword hanging from the robe of one of the dark priests.

Ami Hai and the Exchangeer exchanged a glance, and Ami Hai feigned respect as he asked, "Please offer your guidance"

The knights had not yet responded when two barks of a dog sounded from behind them

Although it is estimated that Skull Seven cannot articulate clearly, Ami Hai had no choice but to try asking: "Who is this?"

Ami Hai stood still, suddenly feeling a surge of murderous intent violently expanding behind him. He turned around abruptly, and a spear engraved with runes shot towards his face like lightning. Ami Hai was unable to dodge, and the spear pierced through his skull. At that moment, a chilling light emanated from his emerald green eyes, and a smile of satisfaction and vengeance appeared on his three-parted lips

With a loud "bang," the flying axe struck the large tree directly, splitting the thick trunk that two people could embrace in half. Skull Da also fell forward completely, and the splinters of wood scattered chaotically around him, landing between his ribs. He shook his neck and made an effort to stand up, knowing that the pursuers were right beside him. The pursuing soldiers of the Moon Clan descended from the sky, thrusting four or five long spears towards his chest and ribs, intending to pin him to the ground

The sound of clanking chains echoed behind him, and Ami Hai's robe sleeves swayed. The chains danced like a long serpent, lunging towards Skull's back. Skull steeled himself and rolled fiercely over the fence onto the ground. Just as he was vaulting over the barrier, a tremendous explosion erupted from the battlefield. A sudden downpour of blood rained down on the battlefield, landing at the forefront of the camp. The area was not large, and the effect was not strong, yet it left Ami Hai feeling utterly chilled.

When Ami Hai hurriedly emerged from the tent, he noticed the sentry on the side shooting arrows into the woods. A dark priest rushed over to report: "We timely discovered the enemy's ambush and have already repelled them"

Relative to losing freedom, he does not fear returning. When it comes to fear, that dreamlike scenery is the true terror in his heart. That scenery, as ephemeral as a dream, is easily lost, yet it is the only hope in his life. Since he has seen it, it becomes everything he longs for.

This is not a fact that can be easily changed; the dark priests have long enslaved the dead, and the contempt for the deceased is deeply ingrained, not merely because they cannot speak or communicate. Even if one day the dead were to sing, it would not make any difference compared to those brothers lying in the center of the field, piled together, waiting to be discarded

"Indeed, the knight is fearless." Skull looked down at his waist and saw a long sword. Filled with enthusiasm, he drew the sword and raised it high: "I will go with you. What does the demon look like?"

The Danyao Mage should not possess the power of Bone Erosion! Especially given their profound understanding of the undead army's combat strategies, Amihei realized he had been careless. He knew full well that there must be someone backing them, and it was certainly not just the pitiful remnants of the Inxia people; there had to be a more formidable figure inciting them to resist Koko Malien. By the time he regained his composure and turned to look at the large skeleton again, it had already vanished into the dense foliage.

Ami Hai felt somewhat desolate; it was clearly the head of a soldier wielding a spear, at best somewhat formidable yet limited. He approached Skull Five, whose head was placed with the nostrils facing upward. Ami Hai waved his hand: "Go over there and get the top piece." Then came Skull Six, who, having learned from Skull Five's lesson, hurriedly adjusted the head, but unexpectedly, the neck was unevenly severed, causing it to tilt precariously.

Ami was taken aback; finally, someone had expressed their opinion clearly, but it was not the answer he preferred. Danyao was audacious, and even the skeleton was surprisingly bold. He remained silent, feeling somewhat discouraged, as if he were calculating something. In the end, he turned and walked away, leaving the bewildered blood skeletons behind, some holding the top, others gazing at each other. After a long while, they realized they could move freely. Then they rejoiced, surrounding the skeleton with envy for his ability to speak.

"Lao Da? It truly is a name suited for the dead"

"This is not your fault; I have been missing for a long time, and apart from me, no one knows this crucial secret." Dylan stroked his beard, his expression somewhat gloomy. "We need to find a way to remedy this. Losing one is not a big deal, but having one escape makes a significant difference."

The malevolent bloodsuckers were frozen stiff by the cold emitted from his magical bracelet, thus not violating their contract with Ami Hai. This was already deep within the forest; although it was the border of Darnio, it was far removed from the camp. Skull Da, having run for a long time in the rain, was exhausted both physically and mentally, and collapsed onto the ground. The rain washed away the cold, and those bloodsuckers became active again, busy returning the stored blood essence to the weary Skull Da.

The dark priest skinned the body and then set his sights on the two long tiger teeth. The teeth of the Moon Clan are long, and the two exposed teeth of this leopard are particularly white and beautiful. The dark priest then took up a pair of pliers and plundered the teeth from the bloodied corpse that had no skin.

Dylan is a fragile old man, and all beings that resemble skeletons are not respected by them, which is a common trait among those of necromancer origin. Dylan certainly knows what they think, but compared to the grand plan he has privately arranged with Koko Malin, Ami Hai and the Transmuters seem like very good dogs. As long as the dog is kept tight and does not get bitten, he dismissively said: "You have done very well, but you simply know too little."

In the dream, he looked up and saw the sun; the world was bright! Confident white horses carried knights, forming a long line as they streamed out of the castle's drawbridge. Everything was so beautiful, with knights holding national flags or long spears, their armor shining in unison, and the shields adorned with exquisite patterns, while linen was wrapped around the shafts of their lances.

What should we do

Amiha secretly scolded, "That method was not invented by you." However, scolding aside, he was indeed puzzled about this point, so he couldn't help but ask, "Ten each year, which makes one hundred in ten years, and after one hundred years, it will be one thousand, isn't that the plan?"

Anger or a distorted sense of justice can no longer be distinguished, but what does it matter?

While he was lost in thought, he suddenly saw a head, and it was the most valuable one. He couldn't help but be completely stunned.

Ami Hai was contemplating how to maximize military strength from the battlefield while feeling uneasy about certain hidden dangers. There must be a reason why Koko Malin was so eager for him to attack Motofei; it couldn't simply be to test him. So what could it be? It must involve a very unusual purpose, but his lowly status rendered him unworthy of knowing. And that detestable Danio, why did the Moon Clan dare to violate the ancient covenant and declare war on Koko Malin? There must be someone backing them.

The skeleton with six arms assumes a posture as if holding a spear, continuously thrusting into the void, emitting strange cries, similar in performance to the skeleton with four arms

Where are you going

The immunity of the skeleton to magic caused Lucilanchis to change her expression, but she soon relaxed and smiled, saying: "Are you talking about your master, Kokolmaren? She is already old and cannot compare to me. In any case, your treatment here is terrible; it is better to leave this place with me."

Ami Hai and the Exchangeer were both taken aback: "Are you saying our methods are incorrect? The Blood Skeletons are not easy to control; their growth requires time. I have already made efforts to help them grow, and some elimination is inevitable. How else can they be nurtured if not this way?"

If we could successfully conquer all of Danio's territories within three months, perhaps other countries would obediently pledge allegiance to the banner of Munich, and I could also expand my forces

In that moment, Lou Da suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if he had undergone similar evasion training. The speed of the spears appeared sequentially in his eyes, and there were areas within the attack's coverage where he could evade. His body curled instantly, and four spears missed him entirely. He covered his head and rolled to the side, not only avoiding two more spears but also entangling the feet of an enemy who had just landed, knocking that person over and blocking the other pursuers.

Ami Hai turned around and glared at him, then left on her own.

Both Ami Hai and the Exchangeer were cursing incessantly in their hearts. It was evident that Dylan had arrived long ago, merely hiding somewhere to secretly watch their misfortune. They wished nothing more than to see Dylan dead, yet they remained loyal servants of Koko Malin and could not engage in infighting, so they refrained from such actions and still had to respectfully bow: "Congratulations, Lord Dylan, on your appointment as the Governor of Munich. In accordance with your suggestion, we are diligently working to attack Danio. We wonder if you are satisfied with our efforts"

We must travel to the distant country of hetushu.com, where there is a princess imprisoned by a demon in a high tower of ivory. We vow to rescue her! The demon has many minions, but we are not afraid

However, it was as if the reflection on the water's surface had been pierced, causing the spearhead to stir up a ripple that spread in circles through the air, causing Ami Hai's visage to waver and fluctuate.

Dahmoor picked up his axe and hung it back on the chain, fiercely pursuing the large skeleton behind him, but unfortunately, it was already too late. The large skeleton had already knocked over several unsteady Moon Clan soldiers, shouting and running, and was very close to the camp. Dahmoor's ambush plan had completely fallen apart. Holding his axe, he saw that the dark priest was already on guard. The blood skeleton jumped into the camp, propping itself up with one hand on the camp's fence, while many skeleton soldiers on the arrow tower were restlessly looking this way, so he dared not pursue any further.

In an instant, the assassin of the Moon Clan realized he had missed his target. This specially crafted spear, inscribed with runes, should have been effective; he must have struck empty air! Comforting himself with this reasoning, he calmly surveyed his surroundings, searching for the true form of Ami Hai, only to hear the sound of chains clinking as they fell to the ground from the phantom's robe. As the ripples faded, Ami Hai's visage gradually became clearer, and a voice emerged from his lips. Comforting himself with this reasoning, he calmly surveyed his surroundings, searching for the true form of Ami Hai, only to hear the sound of chains clinking as they fell to the ground from the phantom's robe. As the ripples faded, Ami Hai's visage gradually became clearer, and a voice emerged from his lips.

The skeletal figure silently surveyed the surroundings, while the dark priests remained engrossed in their tasks, oblivious to the intruder. Some dark priests, filled with pride, were herding the recently acquired corpses that had just returned from the battlefield. They ignited a special incense on the battlefield, binding the lingering souls to the corpses, compelling them to rise again in the manner they had in life. The dark priests then drove them back to the camp, batch after batch, staggering under the whip's command, their eyes or bodily wounds still bleeding. Some dark priests, filled with pride, were herding the recently acquired corpses that had just returned from the battlefield. They ignited a special incense on the battlefield, binding the lingering souls to the corpses, compelling them to rise again in the manner they had in life. The dark priests then drove them back to the camp, batch after batch, staggering under the whip's command, their eyes or bodily wounds still bleeding

Skull Seven let out a loud roar, startling Ami Hai. Skull Seven pounded his chest, striking a very imposing pose, but his words were incomprehensible. Ami Hai, with a blank expression, said: "Go over there and keep them company"

Bone Erosion Technique

What! The blue demon woman and Dhamor witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, as the skeleton instantly leaped over the encirclement and fled swiftly, shouting with a commendable voice: "There is an ambush!"

When the harbinger returned, his complexion was extremely poor, and each of the dark priests who accompanied him returned empty-handed, their clothes riddled with holes. The Bone Corrosion technique is not a method of killing the living, but rather a forbidden spell aimed at corpses. When a large number of freshly dead bodies gather, the spell has the opportunity to be cast, causing the corpses to explode and create a rain of blood. This blood rain is particularly corrosive; corpses drenched in it will gradually soften and can no longer be used as zombies or skeletons for manipulation. When a large number of freshly dead bodies gather, the spell has the opportunity to be cast, causing the corpses to explode and create a rain of blood. This blood rain is particularly corrosive; corpses drenched in it will gradually soften and can no longer be used as zombies or skeletons for manipulation

Little did he know that before he could speak, the skeleton shrugged and audaciously emitted an incomprehensible sound: "I did not bring back any heads. If I were to bring one, I would rather bring back the skeleton of San, but unfortunately, that is not possible"

In the moments of helplessness, entangled as they were, they beheld an even more terrifying sight. The remaining serpents on the ground slithered up the body of Amihai, piling higher and higher, gradually coalescing into a humanoid form. Amihai's newly formed visage bore scales, and his eyes were as cold as those of a reptile, making the assassins realize that the moment of life's end had arrived

Damoer was incredulous to see his subordinates, who had trained for years in perfect coordination, make a mistake. A skeleton effortlessly escaped while lying on the ground, and the encirclement was unable to capture it. In an instant, the skeleton rose from the ground, stood upright, and let out a furious roar. With its chest puffed out, it lifted its right hand, sending the person it had tripped over crashing into other Moon Clan soldiers. The skeleton then took off running, and so many spears missed their target.

Suddenly, a voice rang out beside them, startling them. Dylan had somehow appeared next to them, and at the moment their frustration was unmistakable, he raised his infuriatingly sly mustache in front of them, as if he had come specifically to witness their misfortune

It can only be this way, Ami nodded slightly, "To make amends, Lady Koko Marien will not be picky. Hurry and collect the bodies." He then shifted his gaze to the row of blood skeletons, now only nine remained. They still followed his orders and brought back various human heads, but looking at those heads, Ami felt even more depressed.

Dahmoer brought over one hundred soldiers from the Moon Clan, who were conspiring in the bushes, seemingly planning a surprise attack. His body was at the other end of the thicket, with only his head bobbing up and down, which caught the greedy eye of Skull. However, he quickly realized that the head was not easy to seize, as Dahmoer suddenly turned around and raised his pair of chained axes. In an instant, countless dark and agile figures silently leaped over from the other side of the thicket, and the entire forest was filled with the savage green gaze.

It is already quite good if one is still alive

The skeleton suddenly felt that he was a very kind creature; he merely needed some blood, but that was his basic requirement. What is wrong with these dark souls? Are their desires unfulfilled? After falling into darkness and enduring long ages, can they still not be satisfied? The Moon Clan, who were once enemies and food in life, have become companions in death; can the dead be treated in such a manner?

Skull fixed his gaze, and there stood a demoness with a remarkably perfect figure. A cloak obscured most of her face, but it was evident that she was not a member of the Moon Clan. As she landed, a pair of delicate bat wings, emanating a soft blue glow, silently folded behind her and disappeared into her cloak, marking her as a winged high-ranking demon. In stark contrast to the Black Magic Clan, which is inherently wingless and typically acquires wings through cultivation, those with the ability to manifest wings seem not to carry them around in everyday life, only allowing them to materialize when necessary. In stark contrast to the Black Magic Clan, which is inherently wingless and typically acquires wings through cultivation, those with the ability to manifest wings seem not to carry them around in everyday life, only allowing them to materialize when necessary.

They greeted Skull Big joyfully upon seeing him, enthusiastically patting him on the shoulder as they passed by

The skeleton opened its mouth wide to show its companion its teeth. To be honest, its teeth were not impressive, and it was also quite dissatisfied with its own voice. The words it could utter were limited, and its voice resembled that of a deflated cello. However, the blood skeletons were already envious, cradling its jaw as if searching for cavities. As the skeleton gazed, it seemed to recall a certain feeling, and suddenly, with a sound of "Hmm," it bit its own teeth and collapsed in a heap with its companion on the ground, feeling very affectionate, while the other blood skeletons howled in jealousy.

Dylan let out an unpleasant laugh and asked, "Although the Blood Skeleton is indeed a powerful undead masterpiece, have you not considered that sacrificing ten female black dragons is still not worth it? Even if the Blood Skeleton is the most formidable skeleton soldier, it is still just a skeleton soldier and cannot be compared to the value of a black dragon"

The Little Golden Sword has appeared again, and the dark priest is looting items from the corpses. One corpse has caught the dark priest's attention; he chuckles coldly and removes a gold bracelet and necklace from it. However, he is more interested in the skin and teeth. He commands the zombie to stand still, then uses a dagger to slice open its chest, gruesomely peeling off a whole piece of skin. Many people admire the fur of the Moon Tribe, which resembles that of a black panther, as it is both resilient and soft, making it quite suitable for use as bedding. He commands the zombie to stand still, then uses a dagger to slice open its chest, gruesomely peeling off a whole piece of skin. Many people admire the fur of the Moon Tribe, which resembles that of a black panther, as it is both resilient and soft, making it quite suitable for use as bedding

This feeling made Skull somewhat spirited, although he knew that the true sensation of speaking was far from this. He thought of the feeling of having a throat in his dreams, where the wind would not run amok through the bones, and the throat would tremble, subtly expressing every sound, even allowing for singing. That was what speaking truly was! The colors he had once seen in the illusion, the scenes he had once heard lingered in his heart, and he felt he could not just wait like this

Because the dead are forever to be enslaved

Amiha did not doubt it, gritting his teeth as he said: "Rest assured, I already have a plan. When the time comes, all the credit will still depend on your power"

He did not know how long he had been running. In a pitch-black, unfamiliar corner, he huddled beneath an ugly fern. Raindrops gathered along the leaves, forming streams that splashed onto his skull, then flowed down his spine, creating a curtain of water along his ribs. Perhaps this was merely a momentary impulse, but he let out a sigh of relief. For a long time, or perhaps since his birth, he had never had the chance to breathe like this.

The woman's wings, which had naturally grown on her back, were currently tucked away in her cloak, leaving the edges of the wings exposed. She wore a very exquisite piece of gold jewelry on her forehead and held a shimmering silver flute in her hand. Both her wings and hair were blue, and her attire also featured blue as the primary color, though the craftsmanship was exceptionally splendid. I had never seen such a beautiful outfit before.

Before the words had left his mouth, over a dozen assassins roared as they charged from all directions, thrusting their soul-hunting spears into Ami Hai's chest. The spears bore various magical effects, and the attackers continuously recited their unique incantations. The diverse attack effects collided, resulting in a powerful tenfold reaction. In an instant, Ami Hai's upper body was shattered into fragments, scattering in all directions.

"Nonsense, the actions of the skeletal soldiers are entirely unconscious. Go find the dark priest and kill the controller." A haughty young woman's voice echoed, and when the skeleton turned to look, he saw a shadow draped in a blue cloak flash behind a tree to his left. Just as he glanced over, the shadow darted away silently and swiftly to the dense branches above, seemingly unwilling to reveal its true form.

The advantage of the immortal army lies in its ability to continuously expand in number. However, with no new corpses available for replenishment, they have become tangible casualties, which means they will soon be defeated by Danio. The dire situation has left Amihai exceptionally distressed, while the Replacers are gritting their teeth in anger. Just at this moment, it started to rain, with raindrops the size of beans striking fearfully against their faces, causing the dark priests to retreat into the tents, drenched. Yet Amihai stood in the center of the camp as if he deliberately wanted the rain to drench him. Accompanying him was an unquenchable cloud of smoke, the body of the Replacer expanding and contracting incessantly.

Lucy Lanchis was furious, inadvertently causing a disturbance in the hidden magic, revealing some traces. A skeletal dragon suddenly roared as it poked its head out from behind the high fence, then leaped up to sniff wildly, approaching with its crimson gaze. Its breath was filled with the chilling terror of death, reeking and spraying directly onto Lucy Lanchis's face. Startled, Lucy Lanchis spun around and transformed into a wave of darkness, vanishing in an instant. The sound of clanking chains echoed as iron chains, as thick as a child's arm, restrained the skeletal dragon's ankle. The dark priest gently reprimanded from behind, and the skeletal dragon was called back, as it turned out the dragon's lair was only a wall away.

The blood skeletons strive to find a sense of feeling, with some keeping rhythm and making various sounds, while their bodies seek different postures suitable for producing sound. However, they are unable to produce any decent noise; it is either a roar or mere noise. They have never witnessed the world that the great skeleton has seen, and the best they can attempt to praise is merely "Oh, the coffin is good." The great skeleton can hardly believe that he is associated with them.

"A talking and thoughtful battle skeleton?" She chuckled lightly, "You truly have opened my eyes. Do you have a name?"

***

Ami Hai was lost in thought, unaware of several agile figures approaching him through the shadows. These shadows leaped silently, without a sound. A dark priest was walking when suddenly a spear emerged from the shadows of the fence, skillfully piercing his throat. The spearhead had barbs that hooked back, and the dark priest's body was pulled into the darkness. There was no scream, no sound; the assassins killed without disturbing even a ghost. The spearhead had barbs that hooked back, and the dark priest's body was pulled into the darkness. There was no scream, no sound; the assassins killed without disturbing even a ghost.

Skull Da walked with his head down in the woods, hesitating between moving and staying still. Now is undoubtedly the best time to escape, but once he leaves, he will be all alone, and he has not yet obtained that small golden sword. Is there a way to gain freedom without leaving?

Skull had never been this happy in his entire life; he saw himself wearing golden knight armor, riding a tall white horse. He asked the crowd where he should go, and everyone provided him with the answer

"No!" a soldier argued, "The Blood Skeleton is particularly formidable. We are unprepared, and a rash attack would be tantamount to seeking death. However, that is secondary; the important thing is that we can no longer execute the ambush plan"

Ami nodded slightly: "Well done, in the future, bury a hundred skeletons in that place as ambush troops. The duty personnel will be rewarded for their contributions, and I will not treat them unfairly." He cast his gaze to every noteworthy spot, not even glancing at the skeletons.

It is quite embarrassing

Retreat! Quickly retreat! Amiha was genuinely taken aback, unsure of where a powerful Danyao mage was casting spells. The current offensive formation was too dense, and continuing the attack would result in significant losses. Danyao was merely feigning defeat to coordinate with the assassins' ambush, and now that the time had come, they began a fierce counterattack. Who exactly was the formidable figure assisting them from behind? The Moon Clan certainly lacked such strategic capability and would not possess the Soul Hunter gun. Danyao was merely feigning defeat to coordinate with the assassins' ambush, and now that the time had come, they began a fierce counterattack. Who exactly was the formidable figure assisting them from behind? The Moon Clan certainly lacked such strategic capability and would not possess the Soul Hunter gun

The dark priest chuckled coldly, appearing more despicable than any beggar or decaying creature. Skull Big felt an indescribable sadness as he watched. Is robbing the living a crime, but robbing the dead is not? A surge of anger awakened in Skull Big's soul, leaving him even more confused. There are too many conflicts within human nature that a mere skeleton cannot comprehend immediately. He had only one thought and almost instantly made a decision—rob! There are too many conflicts within human nature that a mere skeleton cannot comprehend immediately. He had only one thought and almost instantly made a decision—rob!

At this moment, the exchanger is absent, and Lou Er does not speak, unsure of how to respond. However, seeing him scratching his head, it is likely that he himself does not know which character he has killed

The surrounding soldiers cautiously raised their weapons towards the skeleton, which let out a roar, causing them to retreat once more. "What are you doing!" Damor was extremely shocked by the cowardice of his subordinates. The woman let out a derisive laugh: "Do the brave and battle-hardened warriors of the Moon Clan also feel fear?"

Skull followed closely behind him: "It was I who raised the alarm, not them. I want to ... ... "

"It is truly thanks to Skull that this happened," Amiha thought of Skull's words and suddenly understood why Skull had to flee. Amiha felt a twinge of regret, but it was too late now. He lifted his head in frustration, redirecting his focus back to the current situation.

Amiha let out a sinister laugh, causing the assassin to tremble in fear and leap backward. In a flash of white light, a sudden burst of red appeared, and the assassin found himself in mid-air, already decapitated. Unbeknownst to when, Amiha had grasped a scythe in his hand, which he casually rested on his shoulder, giving him an unexpectedly imposing stature. He addressed the shadows, saying: "Come out, I know there is more than one of you."

Ami Hai wanted to ask again, when a gigantic illusion of Koko Malin suddenly appeared in the sky, everyone was so frightened that they crawled on the ground

"What does it matter how powerful a skeleton soldier is?" The woman waved her hand, "Quickly eliminate him, do not mind the sounds of fighting; skeletons do not shout, and the noise here won't reach the camp..."

Do you think I am an illusion? Then go ahead and try to stab me again

He touched the pattern on the small golden sword with his fingers clad in leather gloves. At the edge of the sword was a radiant design of a quarter sun, while the back of the sword bore the elegant script of Lightness. On one side was inscribed "Captain Mars of the First Knight Brigade," and on the other side were four large characters: "Follow the King"

Ami Hai's Seven Orifices Smoked: "You, you, and you, all go and take the top." He approached Skull Seven, who was tall and had suffered a severe battle, with one rib broken, and the people he had killed were evidently not simple. Ami Hai's feelings began to lighten somewhat, but the man's head was bleeding from all seven orifices. Ami Hai examined him for a long time and saw that blood was streaming all over his face, and the skull had been deformed by Skull Seven's grip.

He did not know what to do, when suddenly he saw the dark priests laughing at him from a distance, pointing and gesturing, seemingly still amused by their own actions. They still believed that the Skeleton Lord was under the control of the blood leeches, merely preoccupied with their own tasks and too busy to seek trouble. They no longer worried that the Skeleton Assembly would cause any issues; instead, the Skeleton Lord had gained an additional sense of freedom.

Ami Hai felt fortunate that his army had retreated in time and had not been affected. Had they continued the siege just now, the Skeleton Legion would have turned into a brittle bone army, and the weight of their swords and blades would have been enough to cause fractures. Ami Hai recalled the ambush from earlier and suddenly understood the enemy's intentions. They aimed to take advantage of the fresh corpses accumulating in the camp and the gathering of the skeleton soldiers to launch the Bone Erosion Technique simultaneously, which would have spelled disaster.

The skeleton with four arms assumes a posture of grasping a spear, continuously thrusting into the void, while emitting strange cries from its mouth

"Dare to come and kill the God of Death, and the only result will be falling into the hands of the God of Death. Don't you know this?" Amihei said coldly, as the snakes entwined around the assassin transformed into iron chains. With a flick of his sleeve, those iron chains swung upward toward the sky, and in an instant, the bodies of several assassins were shredded into pieces, their severed limbs turning into a rain of blood that drenched the ground within a radius of two zhang.

"Of course not," Dylan replied. "Black dragons inherently have low reproductive rates. It would be better to breed dragons than to create them. One female black dragon is always more cost-effective than a ghost bone dragon combined with a blood skeleton. Rather than transforming skeletons, it would be better to transform black dragons. The only acceptable reason is that the existence of blood skeletons can give rise to beings more powerful than black dragons. However, since the large skeleton has run away, this plan has been halved." The only acceptable reason is that the existence of blood skeletons can give rise to beings more powerful than black dragons. However, since the large skeleton has run away, this plan has been halved.

Skull hesitated for a moment and replied in a deep voice: "Skull."

***

The bone dragon circled in the sky, occasionally letting out a strange cry, showing no inclination to attack. Rockets shot out from the rear of Darnio's camp like a meteor shower, and despite the bone dragon being injured and colliding with one another, they still refrained from launching any attacks. At the forefront of the battlefield, hand-to-hand combat remained intense, yet no further advance could be made. Suddenly, flames erupted from the ground, forming a wall, and all the skeleton soldiers in the front were engulfed in the blaze.

Thus, the first confrontation with Danio ended in flames, as the firewall separated the two sides engaged in battle. Danio did not pursue, and the immortal army brazenly concluded the fight, retreating back to their camp. The forest served as an excellent barrier; logically, no one would be foolish enough to recklessly enter the treacherous woods

Damoer asked from behind: "Who is it?"

Skull immediately thought of a human head. If a high-quality human head were to be exchanged for a golden sword, I wonder if Amihai would agree

Human head

Ami Hai gazed far at the battlefield where fierce fighting was still taking place. Although his face showed no expression, he felt a sense of pride within. His tactics had once again proven effective, gaining an advantage despite being outnumbered. The greatest strength of the undead soldiers is their ability to rise again and again, and even the formidable Daniao had begun to retreat. However, this was merely the beginning. Ami Hai was well aware that the target given to him by Kou Kou Ma Lian was the distant Motuo Fei. In comparison to Motuo Fei, Daniao was merely a pitiful bullet.

He almost immediately recalled the knowledge that the Exchangeer had particularly taught them: the Blue Demon Clan and the Black Demon Clan are at odds, and the insidious and cunning Blue Demon Clan is the enemy that Munich needs to be most wary of! If this woman before him is indeed from the Blue Demon Clan, then Darnio has colluded with the Blue Demon Clan.

Skull is fearless; he is not afraid of curses, he is immune to magic, and most importantly, it is too late to think about anything now. The undead sentinels are sluggish; when they receive the order to intercept a skeleton moving outward rather than inward, Skull has already reached the fence

The shadow in the blue cloak felt quite embarrassed, so it simply revealed itself, landing on the ground like a dragonfly, and impatiently said: "Then just kill him."

The soldiers surrounded the skull in a tight circle, licking their three-lobed lips: "It is the Blood Skull, Marshal, the Blood Skull is taking a stroll"

But how to find it? The traders have no clue; they cannot capture the first castle of Danio, which prevents them from making contact with the Moon Clan and searching within Danio's territory. Unless that royal descendant steps forward themselves, even if they do, it is uncertain how long it would take to achieve the desired outcome of that plan

Dylan let out a "hum" and said, "You are the executors of the Blood Skeleton Project. Do you know the correct cultivation method for the Blood Skeleton? If a true Blood Skeleton were to grow, what is a mere city of Danio worth!"

"Rob, rob!" Lucilanchis was somewhat taken aback, responding without much thought, and inevitably stammered a bit. When the topic of stealing came up, a fierce look appeared on her face: "What do you want? Whatever you desire, I will give it to you. My skeleton army lacks a clever leader; as long as you serve me, I will grant you anything you wish for in this world!"