Preface

Ah, if your abilities have not yet succumbed to the ravages of age, then I shall accept it

The unambitious dark priest diligently brought forth every soulless skeleton from the surface of the earth, day after day, as this work continued. However, the number of fresh corpses available was dwindling. They meticulously examined the resting positions of each skeleton to assess the quality. They first checked for any fallen souls unable to enter heaven, driving those lost souls to their rightful places, leaving only empty bodies behind. Then, with bloodshot eyes, they sensed every trace of fear and resentment lingering in the bones. They first checked for any fallen souls unable to enter heaven, driving those lost souls to their rightful places, leaving only empty bodies behind. Then, with bloodshot eyes, they sensed every trace of fear and resentment lingering in the bones.

After working for a while, it became tired and returned to its master with a flavorful bone in its mouth. The dark priest extended a cold, bony hand from the tattered sleeve of his robe to stroke its head, which made it even more content. In its red eyes flickered a cruel and fierce gaze, reflecting its serious attitude towards all tasks, which is also the reason for its admiration. It gazed at the display area it had yet to tread upon, and its eyes emitted an even more captivating cruel light. In its red eyes flickered a cruel and fierce gaze, reflecting its serious attitude towards all tasks, which is also the reason for its admiration. It gazed at the display area it had yet to tread upon, and its eyes emitted an even more captivating cruel light

The body claims to be the reason for love, protecting its fortress

Are you ready? Koko Malin calls for you. She has just sent one thousand dissatisfied souls into the blazing fires of hell; if you are not yet prepared, then you shall tremble

Next is a group that lacks much appeal, although they can maintain a uniform tone, they fail to capture the interest of the reviewer. They can only achieve grandeur through quantity and uniformity. The dark priest piles up those with missing hands or significant bones and tosses them into a corner, then calls over their assistant—a flesh-and-blood hellhound—to complete the remaining inspection. Though simple, it is quite effective.

Either hold on tighter

He seemed to sense the once-mighty aspect of those bones, excitedly pointing at the selected skeletons and commanding: "Bring all of these to me, along with those broken pieces. Grind them into the finest shields and spearheads for me; I want them immediately"

Love is released

Beneath the knight's dune that can never be climbed again

The hellhound, entirely black, is indeed the most captivating color, robust like a bear. It leaps over each skeleton, a task that requires agility and complete concentration, yet it takes great pleasure in doing so. If a rib emits a "crack" as it breaks, it can enjoy any bone it desires, while the skeleton will undoubtedly be discarded into a high pile in the corner, buried in a world of inferior remnants

With a sense of regret and fear, all the dark priests, along with the transmuters, kept their distance. If struck by Selros, even the sturdiest of beings would roll on the ground in a most unseemly manner. Trampled again and again, the entire area was crushed underfoot, and Selros roared as it departed, just as it had arrived with overwhelming force. The once towering walls, now reduced to half their height, lay completely flattened. It was the only entity that could be described as deafening; when it left, it took with it all the noise, and the venue instantly fell silent. Trampled again and again, the entire area was crushed underfoot, and Selros roared as it departed, just as it had arrived with overwhelming force. The once towering walls, now reduced to half their height, lay completely flattened. It was the only entity that could be described as deafening; when it left, it took with it all the noise, and the venue instantly fell silent.

Is it still distressing to exist without a soul? Is the tranquility of books merely a luxury? Before that matter becomes reality, it is akin to waiting for a bitter pomelo to be peeled, waiting in ignorance. The sorrow borne in the heart is not one's own, yet a will for rebirth is sprouting upon those desiccated bones, causing a red glow of obsession to flicker in their eye sockets

The time of true busyness has arrived, as the dark priests patrol, picking up the fragments of bones that have not been crushed too much by Selros's feet. These fragments are often surprisingly sturdy, even a hammer cannot break them. After sacrificing thousands of intact skeletons, they can only find a few, occasionally even a complete one, perhaps one that slipped from Selros's feet. They tremble as they present these bones to the Exchange, fearing that it may not be enough to escape his wrath. After sacrificing thousands of intact skeletons, they can only find a few, occasionally even a complete one, perhaps one that slipped from Selros's feet. They tremble as they present these bones to the Exchange, fearing that it may not be enough to escape his wrath

That is the moment where luck and misfortune intersect across all generations

Or perhaps it is more of its prison

One day, the physical body will perish

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It is as if the angry bells are ringing and falling

Darkness, silence, waiting

The dead have come; that is their world. Gradually, the melody of the wind can be heard; it is the dark priest chanting.

From the foam of the bud, behind the song and the crimson lips, he heard the oracle of Coquelicot Marlene, for all her words were oracles. He reported his contributions with trepidation, and Coquelicot Marlene seemed to feel satisfied

"I assure you with the fire of my soul." The scavenger crawled backward, his forehead pressed reverently against the ground; had he possessed flesh and blood, that posture would surely have drawn blood. He did not desire jewels; his modest wish was to have a standing position in that corner, a position whose authority far surpassed that of any human king. ... And Koko Malin would surely be satisfied and grant his humble request, simply because of those bones salvaged from the garbage heap ... He did not desire jewels; his modest wish was to have a standing position in that corner, a position whose authority far surpassed that of any human king. ... And Koko Malin would surely be satisfied and grant his humble request, simply because of those bones salvaged from the garbage heap ...

The Exchangeer

"Not nearly enough!" The exchanger was furious, his voice causing the subservient dark priests to tremble, compelling them to work desperately. "Hurry! Clean off that rotten meat, and then summon Selos; I want it to help me find the sturdiest bones, even if it means grinding these into bone powder! Unless you wish to face the wrath of Koko Malin, but before that, I will make you endure my fury and unimaginable torment!"

The dark continent of Darkness has not been chronicled since time immemorial. A war has just concluded, while another is on the verge of beginning. Light and darkness cannot coexist; the desire for light and the hatred entwine, giving rise to corruption. The legions of the Lord of Hell are sharpening their weapons, preparing to take revenge on the oblivious humans. The terrifying breaths emanating from the depths of hell proclaim: "We need more skeletons." Almost all dark lords and undead kings have echoed this sentiment, as the dead have become a sought-after commodity.

The waves at the cape do not dare to strike the rocks

It appears to be just like this

The dark priests wielded whips that were two zhang long, producing sharp cracking sounds. They used these whips to drive every skeleton that came here, demonstrating fervor and a release of pressure in their work, mercilessly whipping every skeleton they found bothersome. They were humble, thus they laughed coldly at will. For the dead, they were the supreme beings who determined fate, controlling everything from the belonging of souls to whether the bones could still exist, all within the flick of their wrists

A large swarm of golden beetles, chirping incessantly, was driven here by the dark priests. Their noise grew louder, overwhelming the place like a flood, consuming all the decaying flesh remaining on the bones until they were completely clean, revealing a beautiful whiteness, leaving not a trace of residue even in the tiniest crevices of the skull.

The Exchangeer took a seat in the carriage, and the four undead horses, with their decaying hooves, brought the stale wind, as the surrounding scenery rushed towards them. The carriage traversed the vast continent at a piercing speed, and through the window, the gray hills of Darkness appeared as if piled up from straw. When a bloodied-winged butterfly flew in through the open window, the Exchangeer once again beheld the misty cliffs and capes, the place where the sea gives birth. The gray laurel trees anchored their rock-hard roots into the granite, and the great hill standing amidst the fir forest required the strongest black dragon to measure its wingspan. When a bloodied-winged butterfly flew in through the open window, the Exchangeer once again beheld the misty cliffs and capes, the place where the sea gives birth. The gray laurel trees anchored their rock-hard roots into the granite, and the great hill standing amidst the fir forest required the strongest black dragon to measure its wingspan.

The scavenger drifted out of the collection site of skulls like smoke, and a carriage emerged from the dim haze, waiting for him. The spectral coachman waved a tattered hat to shoo away nonexistent entities in the air, as if perpetually intolerant of the filth of this dark continent

The open boat glided silently toward the bay, gently swaying like a cradle

***

The skeletons lay there, their mouths agape, their eyes mere voids of ignorance, unable to see the slowly flowing Arirang River, its surface shining like a dark mirror. The river wind dispersed the thick fog, and a ghastly green meteor streaked across the sky from an unknown origin, its flight path either muted or shimmering, trailing lines of light in the darkness, leaving a series of rippling reflections on the river's surface

The newly born skeleton secretly breeds in darkness and filth

He has risen to the ranks of the most fearsome, for his modest abilities are crucial even to the mightiest of dark lords. His consciousness has existed for ten thousand years prior, lying dormant until a master worthy of commanding him awakens him; his arrival instills profound dread in every dark priest working here, for he is the sovereign of this wretched place, a mass of pitch-black smoke adorned with a gilded belt and jeweled rings. In other words, he is a vortex, a master of the charnel house that mercilessly devours souls. For he is the sovereign of this wretched place, a mass of pitch-black smoke adorned with a gilded belt and jeweled rings. In other words, he is a vortex, a master of the charnel house that mercilessly devours souls

Arirang, oh Arirang, Arirang, oh Arirang

That position in the row and column is also what he has long desired

helplessly dropped the gold coins

Arirang, oh, in silence; Arirang, oh, flowing.

They sing an original and enchanting song, igniting the fragrant essence that guides the soul. It is a kind of intoxicating aroma that can instill will, compelling the dead to act according to their commands. This is their domain, where they drive the collected bodies to rise, forming lines to their display grounds, where they leave behind bones and send the souls that cannot ascend to heaven for torment

The only noble spirit that would come to this despicable place

A year ago, in a great battle on the continent of Leitenis, the Demon King Baide broke free from a seal that had lasted for millennia. Led by the Red Demon Envoy Bailiangge, he launched a retaliation against humanity. That war suffered a setback under the iron hooves of the Leitenis knights; however, the Demon King successfully returned to hell. The contributions of Koko Malian were monumental, resulting in a win-win situation. She skillfully preserved her forces while liberating the weakened Demon King from the newly formed seal, thereby rising to become the most powerful lord on the Dark Continent. Countless dark souls flocked to Munich, vowing to serve her unto death.

Only hatred remains, clenched tightly in the palm of the hand

The dark priests crawled to send off this plague god, secretly rejoicing. They cracked their whips to drive away the swarms of enormous beetles to clear the aftermath, and then they selected the finest artisans to meticulously study each piece of bone that could be joined together, ensuring the satisfaction of their transmuters. They had finally learned many techniques, so perhaps in the future, they too could become great dark souls

Ah, Arirang, you have sighed, Arirang, may you rest in peace

Hiss... The trader increased his authority with a voice that was almost suffocating, and then spoke words of encouragement, "Now it is Koko Malin who commands me to come here, I must present something worthy to her. Is it a squad of finely crafted skeleton soldiers or an indestructible bone spear? You humble ones, tell me what has been your greatest achievement in these past few months?"

As the ground trembled slightly, over a hundred dark priests wielded their whips and rushed forward, driving a massive nine-headed dragon. The nine-headed dragon swayed its heavy body and approached, Selos! Each of its long necks swung vigorously, roaring as it breathed fire, its four hooves like pillars knocking down the pitiful walls. It charged recklessly, trampling over the neatly arranged skeletons in the area, especially the heap of shattered bones that formed a garbage pile. In an instant, not a single complete skeleton remained; only fragments of bones were left in its wake. Each of its long necks swung vigorously, roaring as it breathed fire, its four hooves like pillars knocking down the pitiful walls. It charged recklessly, trampling over the neatly arranged skeletons in the area, especially the heap of shattered bones that formed a garbage pile. In an instant, not a single complete skeleton remained; only fragments of bones were left in its wake.

Munich

The hand was then released

The epitaph of the deceased

Crouching in overwhelming fear, the dark priest raised his most prized contributions high, presenting them in a flowing manner from the pure white shield to the tall, perfectly assembled forms. Yet, none of these items could please the exchanger's eye. A piercing scream echoed, and a dark priest was utterly consumed, leaving only a robe that shrank in the white smoke before the exchanger. In a fit of rage, the exchanger's ethereal form swelled violently, towering like a primordial beast.

However, the scavenger became excited as he gazed at the pile of bones, having discovered a rare treasure that even made his eyes gleam with a red light. The hellhound flattered him by circling at his feet, while the scavenger eagerly sifted through the remnants, extracting complete bones from the middle, including an entire spine complete with ribs. Celos's perverse preferences never left such mistakes, and the scavenger held up the spine, manipulating it as he loudly praised, "Well done! Hehe, with this, even Lord Kokolmaren cannot find fault with anything"

The hellhound was excited by the crack and flourish of the whip, and as a pet of the dark priest, it was even qualified to dance upon the bodies of the deceased. It leaped wildly between the ribs, ravaging every pitiful corpse.

Growing wildly, in order to continue

In the silence, there is no sound of a heartbeat

Thus, the skeleton was discarded back into the ordinary group like refuse, while the work continued meticulously, leaving only a few with strong obsessions; the rest were cast aside. The dark priest carefully spread open the fingers and spine of the quality specimens as if they were treasures, for they were their flowers. Whenever they encountered a particularly stubborn finger, they would click their tongues in admiration, while everything that could not be let go in life quietly faded away.

The Dark Knight defends the territory of the eternal soul, a world of fir trees, which is also the habitat of the bloodthirsty nightingale

In that moment, the dark priests suddenly ceased to be great; they struggled to stand a little straighter, pulling their dogs tighter. At the moment when they should have bowed, they crawled on the ground, their posture not much different from those bones

After much toil, he managed to find only sixteen bodies that satisfied him. This left him somewhat distressed, as it was far from enough to offer to the great dark demon envoy, Kokomalen. Kokomalen is the leader of the dark knights and witches, the sovereign of the entire frigid hell of Darkness Upper, and the most favored archdemon of the demon king Baide. A single word from her is enough to banish any presumptuous soul, yet if she is pleased, the rewards are equally generous

His eyes emitted a red light, shining directly on the vertebrae of the spine. The bones on the ground jumped a few times, and suddenly some flew up as if being drawn together, assembling on the spine. When a skull rolled over in search, the changer personally bent down to pick it up, carefully placing it on the skeleton that was now able to stand. It was already a complete skeleton; although the bones had been severely scattered before, they had all been found by the changer.

"Defective, timid, and with porous bones." The ethereal spirit emerged, somewhat regretful.

"The nightingale is supreme!" The trader suddenly trembled uncontrollably out of fear, for in the presence of Koko Marlene, he was merely a being of utter insignificance

only his master became anxious, tightening the collar, and it knew that a class of greatness or cruelty with theoretical underpinnings had arrived, and this time the ones who came here were—

The selector silently pounced upon the vast display area, as if to choose flawless jade from the raw stones. His ethereal form freely weaved through the skeletons, his emotions shifting rapidly, occasionally pausing to take a deep breath and revel in the moment. He scoffed at the already selected fine specimens, yet meticulously searched among the ordinary crowd, picking out the most serene smile from among thousands of skeletons, for he could discern that they were knights who had recouped their worth, noble remnants of great righteousness. He was even indifferent to any cracks on those frames; those he selected were carefully moved and placed on the violet carpet.

The exchanger continuously circled around the newly formed skeleton, leaving no gap between the bones overlooked. Strangely, he could not discern much of a story about this skeleton from the remnants, which puzzled him, yet he regarded it as a treasure. "Ah... this is not from hetushu.com.com, it was crushed by Selos, already shattered when it was transported. So, this being must have died a heroic death, instantly reduced to fragments. The joints are separated, yet the bones remain intact. What kind of force could cause such a skeleton to shatter in an instant? It's unimaginable. Amazing, truly wonderful, even the great Koukoumalin cannot find fault with it!"

Perhaps it is because of that song, a strange thought entered the body, blocking it, slow and melancholic

Regarded as the Black Sorceress among the top three demon sorcerers, the Nightingale of Munich, Koko Marlene, commands even the fir trees to refrain from growing chaotically in her presence. Possessing vast territories, unparalleled wisdom, and decisiveness, even the Demon King Baide must heed her commands. She has long, dense red hair that drives all men to madness, with a figure and skin that seem to suggest that all her achievements are owed to her almost cruel beauty. The Transmuter falls before her fiery red high heels, kissing the scarlet carpet beneath her feet. The Black Knight and the leader of the witches stand solemnly on either side, while every dark lord bowing in the grand hall is renowned.

At this moment, those bones lay quietly in the open boat, drifting with the ancient waters of the Arirang River. On the misty riverbank, there were no chains for crossing, only the souls of the damned being whipped, bound together, silently enduring their toil on the endless shores. The boatman's bony fingers gripped the pole, while the dark priest in charge of the transport stood at the bow, cloaked in his robe, as motionless as any statue, numb like any beast.

Thus, the corpses stood up without mercy, without thought, and without shame, emerging from beneath the cross and the earth to come here. The skulls lay on the ground in neat rows, smoothing out the distortions left from their lifetimes. From the moment they lost their souls, they entered the silent walls at an unknown time, lying there unnoticed. Only the decaying flesh hanging from the bones remained, with fingers and minds that could not stretch out; the former could still be pried apart, while the latter was forever lost.

They always focus their attention first on those bodies whose fingers refuse to let go, dragging them out to be displayed alone. The void's spirit penetrates within, and the remaining fragments of consciousness are sufficient to restore a skeletal form to its original state before death, effortlessly turning towards the darkness

No matter how one thinks, it is difficult to understand what exactly went wrong. One must wait in the dark soil, listening to the cold messages brought by the underground water flow. It is merely a state of dull waiting, indifferent to the wailing, until the flesh and blood have completely rotted away

Sigh... Ha... Oh... Ha...

When the ship sails to the pale fir forest, the sound of the priestess's clear singing can always be heard drifting from the Munich Castle. That voice seems to silently bear the pain, only able to express it at this moment, allowing everything in the darkness to quietly become entranced.

"Waste, I will handle it myself!"

Great Dark Soul, Undying Soul

The words of Koko Malin filled the exchanger with ecstatic joy, as she promised, "I only want the best. If they are truly as you say, then I will adorn your roof with gold and jewels that would make any human monarch envious, and every little wish of yours will be fulfilled"