"What's that?"

Hearing this sound that shook the entire Netherworld, Muria only felt a burst of inexplicability, such a statement was obviously in battle.

But seeing the power revealed by this voice is obviously something that can only be emitted by an existence of such a level as him, but the existence of a powerful divine power level battle will definitely have an aftermath spread, which is a disaster that can affect the ecology of a world. But Muria didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in the battle.

"So this is going crazy?"

Thinking of the chaotic will he had felt earlier from the bronze statue, Muria made a very logical inference, and then he naturally arose the idea of going to investigate.

So, after hovering over the Plains of Bones for a moment, the golden dragon king began to converge the dazzling golden light on his body, representing the black ash of dead silence starting from his heart and spreading towards the limbs and wings of his body.

The sun-like dragon king vanished from the sky and was replaced by a death-like dragon king of annihilation, covered in a layer of dark gray dragon scales, and the aura it emitted was perfectly compatible with the dead silence around him.

Then, Muria saw that on the plain of bones, the undead who had just appeared because of him had just appeared, and after he covered his body with the power of death, thinking that there was no longer an external threat, appeared on this plain one after another.

The dragon king, who had completed his concealment, glanced at the undead spirits below who had begun to gather and worship him one after another, and the wings that could cover the heavenly vault opened and flapped gently.

A hurricane with a strong death breath blew on the plains, causing countless low-level undead to disappear as a result, and at the same time, the dragon king disappeared into the sky above the plains.

"Such a vast land can be regarded as a world to some extent. ”

The Dragonlord surveyed the death-dominated world, and he discovered that the land of bones was unexpectedly vast, comparable to a medium-sized world.

But he hadn't forgotten that this world was actually just a god's kingdom, a half-plane that controlled the death priesthood and relied on the laws of the world.

It stands to reason that the kingdom of God is extremely limited in size, and it is not comparable to the world at all, but there are exceptions, and what Muria sees now is the kingdom of God controlled by an ancient being who does not belong to the normal sequence of believing gods.

The primordial old gods, the beings born with the world, such beings who are born with the power of the gods are like a natural epic, but compared to the dark void full of unknowns, for some of the old gods, the world that can make them roam is obviously more fragrant.

As a result, the oldest administrator who maintains the operation of the laws of the world has appeared, and Erathia has a similar existence, but this existence is quite low-key, and the typical representative is Jaeger, the ancient god of death who serves as the deputy of other gods, can be described as unusually low-key, and almost does not interfere in anything.

And now what Muria is about to see is an existence similar to the god of death Jeger, of course, just having the same primordial god person, although Muria did not see it, but the two are completely incomparable, after all, Jaeger is the big guy who took the initiative to give up the [death] priesthood.

If this kind of primordial god voluntarily renounces his priesthood [death], then is his power really weakened because of this? I'm afraid not necessarily, he can withstand the washing of the years, and witness the change of one god after another, it is enough to say everything.

"This is the essence of the Primordial God!"

Although it was clear that the Grim Reaper could not be compared to the one in his home realm, Muria knew even better that he had no qualifications to despise such beings.

Even if something goes wrong, the identity of the primordial god who holds the [death] priesthood in the big world will not change in any way, and Muria still remembers that this is another primordial god who used it to calculate his existence.

The rolling mountains of bones, the sea of ghosts in which hundreds of millions of souls swim, the forest of the dead that breeds thousands of dead souls, the towering and majestic mummy tombs, and the country of the dead with a strict system and order...... Muria, who flew over the Necromancy, saw a lot of things that amazed him.

He saw order in this world dominated by the dead, the order of the dead, and the dead built their kingdom in this forbidden land.

And all this made Muria's heart move, and he wanted it, and so greed grew madly in his heart,

"I can take my place!"

This was the idea that came to Muria after inspecting one of the corners of the vast land of bones, and if he could kill the master of this kingdom of God, then with the priesthood of death under his control, he could take this kingdom of the dead into his pocket.

At this time, Muria, who had already made up her mind, saw the master of this kingdom, an ancient god who had his feet on the earth and his head sunk into the dark sky.

He was dressed in a heavy purple-black armor and held a rusty sword in his hand, and the aura of reckless antiquity that had been nurtured over time permeated Him.

And this one, who knew at a glance an ancient deity, did something completely incompatible with the long time of his existence, and he raised the great sword in his hand that he knew was powerful at a glance, and roared like an unknown enemy in the sky.

Out of caution, Muria, who had already hidden his breath, looked carefully in the direction of the roar of the ancient god of death, and then, as a matter of course, saw nothing.

Feeling like a fool just now, Muria has determined one thing, "This ancient god has a problem in his brain. ”

So Muria's gaze fell on the ancient god with a thousand-meter god body, and he couldn't see what he looked like, because everything he had was covered by a heavy set of armor, and the only thing that could be confirmed was that this ancient god was in human form.

But Muria didn't care about the form of the ancient god, he carefully examined the traces of the armor on the god's body, and found all kinds of tragic traces that still existed on it, almost everywhere.

"It's been a terrible war, which is in line with the old guy's statement. ”

It was easy to conclude that the Grim Reaper, the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Dead, had experienced a vast and tragic war, which, if nothing else, had caused a great world to fall apart and an ancient god to madness.

"It's a pity, a little bit of luck!"

Muria's gaze fell on the head of the old god, and he could see that in the armor of his head, a half-half wooden arrow had been sunk deep into it, and it had not been pulled out, and a verdant green light flowed over it.

And similar traces, if you look closely, you can find a lot of them on this ancient god. And it was these injuries that caused him to become delirious, so much so that his former kind used him as a tool to calculate his descendants.

"If you could still be sober, there must still be a place for you in the world today, and now, you are out. ”

Muria knew very well how powerful the sun god who calculated him was, and the ancient god in front of him, who roared into the void, was as powerful as the sun god.

But the status of the two ancient gods is so disparity, one has the qualifications to lead the gods and divide the world, while the other has been reduced to a tool god.

"You are my mount?"

At some point, the roar of the Ancient Reaper gradually stopped, and its glowing gaze fell on Muria, and he issued a declaration that made the Dragon King furious.

"No, it's not, you're mistaken. ”

Muria, who was thinking about how to kill this ancient god, categorically vetoed it, and after holding back the anger in his heart, he decided to test it,

"I am your successor!"

"Successor?" After receiving the message from Muria, the ancient god of death was slightly dazed, but soon the way he looked at Muria became dangerous,

"I have no successor, I am an immortal Emperor of the Dead, I don't need a successor. Thou art my mount, and I will not be mistaken. Do you want to betray me and usurp my throne?"

"No, I ......" Muria looked at the undead emperor who was becoming more and more dangerous the more he thought about it, and was about to say something, but the ancient god who obviously had a problem with his head didn't give him a chance to continue arguing, and the great sword of the dead in his hand slashed down towards him.

"Rebel and die!"

"I'm not your mount, and I don't have any relationship with you. ”

With such a wide open and closed attack, Muria easily dodged it, and in Muria's heart-wrenching gaze, the sword in the hand of the Undead Emperor slashed to the ground.

As a result, an abyss valley that stretched for thousands of miles appeared, this was the trace left by the ancient god's casual blow, and with this blow, millions of undead were wiped out, among which there was an undead city, because it happened to be in front of the spread of sword qi, so it was directly slaughtered.

"Gan!"

Seeing such a tragic scene, the dragon king who avoided this blow couldn't help but curse, he had already regarded this divine kingdom as his bag, so this sword was like slashing at his body, which made him feel a sense of phantom pain.

"Not a mount? Successor? You are an intruder? I don't know if I want to challenge my existence, hahaha, let me think about it, how long has it been since no junior dared to challenge me, but I didn't expect it to appear again now. ”

The Emperor of the Dead continued to immerse himself in his own world, talking to himself, not knowing if this had touched the strings of this god of death, and the body of this god of death began to surge, and he began to pull the power of the entire kingdom,

"In this case, I give you the opportunity to challenge me, and if you win, you take all that you have, but if you lose, everything you have is mine. ”