Unlike the winds of the mortal world and most other worlds, the wind of the dead is not produced by the movement of air, in fact, this phenomenon named wind is more a manifestation of some kind of rule of the world of the dead itself - the existence of the wind of the dead ensures that the energy density here is always on an approximately the same level, and there is no place where the density is too high and where it is too low, which makes this world one of the most stable and difficult to enter and exit spaces in the universe. At the same time, these seemingly gentle breezes are also one of the most powerful barriers in the undead realm, and even the gods are unwilling to come into contact with these air currents without protection, which will cause their bodies and spirits to be eroded. The winds of the undead never cease, and the whole world of the undead is shrouded in this breeze that moves in a circular motion, and here they are more like thoughtful and conscientious nannies, taking the whole world under their wings.

Another group of spirits joined the traveling team, and compared to the previous sporadic team of the same kind, this team of nearly a thousand people was quite conspicuous, but except for Rhaegar, the rest of the ignorant spirits did not pay attention to this.

Rhaegar watched the hordes of geistins closely, and as he sensed them, he became aware of the unique mark on them, something similar to the magical mark he had applied, but apparently with a different effect. More like a badge of ownership than a magical marker that can be used as a summoning mark, it is used to announce to the other high-ranking undead that these geists are no longer ownerless, and anyone who tries to fight them will risk becoming enemies of their masters.

This scene immediately aroused Rhaegar's considerable interest. In the undead world, almost no one will pay even the slightest attention to the lowest spirits, they have no substance, so they cannot be eaten, they ignore the vast majority of obstacles and attacks, only a few great undead have the strength to inflict damage on them, the energy contained in their bodies is pitiful, for those 'gates' who rely on devouring other undead to strengthen their existence, the energy obtained by absorbing a thousand undead is worth a physical undead. And now, there is a powerful undead who has taken a group of geists as his own 'private' property, and let them 'wander' like a herd of sheep!

Soon, however, Rhaegar learned the purpose of the being herding the spirits. When they joined, they didn't quietly let the undead wind propel them forward like the other geists, but kept flying around in the wind, making contact with the geyers around them, and even passing through the bodies of other geys—nothing unusual for a disembodied geist. In Rhaegar's perception, all the same kind of geists who have been touched by these geists, regardless of the size of the contact area, will have the same mark as the former in the shortest time, and then, these sigiled geists will join the team and continue to spread the imprint to more of their kind, as if spreading the plague.

Several of the geyrs who had just been marked by Rhaegar had the same thing, and in order to avoid startling the snakes, Rhaegar removed the markings before they were infected, and he quietly broke away from the rampaging geyers and followed them from a distance, ready to find out about this strange phenomenon - if there really was a powerful being who needed them as much as he did, it would be wiser to know about them in advance as a competitor than to meet them in a hurry.

The speed of the undead wind was not fast, but it was enough to match that of any horse, and after a few hours, the breeze finally swept across the vast plains, and a tall mountain appeared in front of the spirits who rode the wind.

At this time, almost all the spirits who rode the wind of the dead were infected by the mark, which seemed to control their activities at the same time, and at the same time as the mountain appeared, thousands of spirits left the range of the wind of the dead and flew towards the gray mountain that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth.

"It looks like that's where they're going. "Rhaegar could clearly feel some kind of 'wave' coming from that high mountain, and there was no doubt that the existence that controlled so many geyrs was hidden in that mountain, and he sped up and followed the controlled geys, and flew into the mountains.

There is no vegetation in the realm of the undead, and this high mountain, which stretches for thousands of kilometers, is full of 'naked' and 'exposed' gray 'colored' rocks, and the geists completely ignore the obstacles of these craggy rocks, and their translucent bodies go straight into the mountain, passing through the thick rock formations.

This is a 'hole' and 'hole' completely closed to the outside world, with no exit and no vents, but for the spirits, these two things are undoubtedly superfluous, and after nearly a kilometer through the mountains, a group of spirits finally emerge from a certain 'hole' wall, and then arrange in a neat formation in the 'hole' and 'hole'.

Rhaegar stood at the back of the group, simulating the 'waves' of the imprints in the spirits' bodies, which was not a difficult task for him now, and judging by the fact that the being who summoned the spirits did not react in any way to his arrival, his disguise was clearly successful.

Thousands of geisms stood silently in the 'holes' and 'holes', no one 'messing' or making the slightest sound, and for these chaotic beings, there was almost nothing in this world that could attract their attention.

A gray 'colored' mist quietly appeared on the high platform in the center of the 'hole' and 'hole', and then, a wave of thought containing supreme majesty came out of the mist, sweeping all the geists in an instant, and the next moment, these geists suddenly flew up from the same place, like homing swallows to the gray 'colored' mist, just a few seconds, nearly a hundred geists have all merged into the mysterious gray mist.

Rhaegar suddenly knew what the being hiding in the grey mist was up to: yes, it was feeding on the geists, and judging by the sheer size of the grey mist, which swelled with the devotion of the geists, these inferior creatures that were useless to the other undead were the best tonic for it. The hordes of geists were apparently sent out to spread the sigil, and Rhaegar had no doubt that after devouring the large number of geistels, that being would keep a portion of its prey as the seed for the next sigil propagation.

The speed at which the gray mist digested the geist was very fast, in less than five minutes, most of the geists became the food in its belly, judging from the arrangement of the formation, it was the turn of the team where Rhaegar was, and Rega, who had figured out the opponent's purpose and details, did not hesitate any longer, he raised his hands and quickly made a gesture, and the magic symbols that flashed with multicolored light fell from the sky and landed on the surface of the gray mist.

The symbol containing the power of the rules instantly submerged into the gray mist, and a long and terrible hiss immediately pierced through it, and the suddenly expanding gray mist suddenly expanded to almost the entire 'cave', engulfing most of the wandering spirits into it. However, these usual delicacies turned into terrible poisons at this moment, and the more and more poignant roar resounded through the mountain 'cave' with the disappearance of the spirits.

This terrible roar was enough to penetrate a person's eardrums and make even the most willed person lose their minds, but it couldn't affect Rhaegar for half a point, and he stared coldly at the expanding and shrinking gray mist, and played a symbol again.

If the blow just now was only a serious injury, then at this moment, this more powerful attack was enough to deal a fatal blow to the creatures in the gray mist, and the gray mist, which could block most spell detection, disappeared without a trace the moment the symbol appeared, and then, the seemingly slow symbol fell lightly on the monster hidden in the gray mist.

This is a monster that is difficult to describe in words, it has no definite form, the whole body is like a translucent colloid, under the light of the magic symbol, this colloid is desperately shrinking itself to reduce the area of *** in the light. However, such an attempt can only be in vain, as in the case of ice and snow under the summer sun, its volume is rapidly melting, and in a few minutes at most, it will disappear forever.

At this point, Rhaegar finally 'figured' the nature of the mysterious creature. It is not a high-level undead, in fact, this creature is a geist itself, but for some reason, it has a certain intelligence and special abilities, and in order to gain greater power, it chooses to devour its own kind to strengthen itself. As a result of digesting too many geistels, its body gradually became substantial, and it could even make sounds, as evidenced by that scream.

Rhaegar suddenly changed his mind, he was not ready to kill the creature in front of him - such a creature that was essentially a geist, but more intelligent and powerful than ordinary geyers, was undoubtedly the natural leader of the Seekers. With a slight wave of his hand, the glowing magic symbol vanished, and another symbol appeared in the air above the monster, and a thought was transmitted to its soul.

Despite having forgotten everything about his life and not yet being able to evolve a voice organ that could speak, the monster learned what Rhaegar meant for the first time. For this creature that has just gotten rid of the state of 'obscure', and its own strength is at most similar to that of some medium undead, survival is undoubtedly the first, freedom and dignity do not exist in these little people in the undead world, without any hesitation, the monster sent out a thought 'wave', and then let the symbol symbolizing the slave contract submerge into the body.

"Your name is Devouring," Rhaegar said to his new servant through thought, then giving him instructions to gather more geists—not for the latter's food, but for his own experiments.