A cold and dark abandoned place, littered with stones and bones, and countless ghosts, skeletons, and other undead creatures wandering, miserable? The roar of men permeated the deserted land, gilding it with a haze. A thick haze drifted in the wind, rotting this desolate world.

A roar rang out between the heavens and the earth, shocking the heart, and all the undead creatures invariably stopped, stopped eating, stopped fighting, and looked in the same direction.

The King is called!

A gray skeleton stared at the sky in confusion, and the other skeleton he had been enjoying a kill a second ago. His eyes became reverent, and he involuntarily walked towards the source of the sound. After a while, another skeleton appeared beside him, and a team slowly formed.

The skeletons that were supposed to be intolerable to fire and water, gave up killing each other, and were able to come together, this team only had a few gray skeletons at first, then joined the white skeletons, and later led by the bronze skeletons, and merged with the other skeleton teams, until the silver skeletons and the golden skeletons......

A skeleton lord gathered all the skeletons in his realm and began to drive towards his target, and by this time there were thousands of them. They passed through countless skull realms, converging with other lords, and the ocean currents became vast oceans.

From a bird's-eye view above the Forsaken Lands, you can only see a dense crowd of human heads, waves of silver-gold-gray skeletons rising and falling, they are different in strength, but they are marching with the same pious look. Eventually, they arrived in the depths of the Forsaken Land, where they knelt around a coffin and worshipped.

The skeletons looked motionlessly at the coffin in the center, but there was not a single cacophony of sound.

Purple Gold Thorn Divine Coffin!

There are two feet of purple gold coffin, as if the existence of eternity, it is carved with vines and thorns, simple and long, the strong breath of the years is blowing in the face, the purple gold of the imperial qi shocks the night, the coffin around the necromantic qi forms a black mist, the soul is snatched, no one dares to blaspheme it. Paradoxically, the lifeless and gloomy coffin faintly exudes the breath of life.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

A very rhythmic sound came out of the purple coffin, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, beating in the depths of the soul.

As if commanded, the most powerful Skeleton Lord took the lead in sacrificing his soul fire, and a dark blue flame flew out of the lord's skull and flew towards the purple gold coffin, like water dripping into a sponge, absorbed by the thorns carved on the purple gold coffin.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

The voice was tighter, urging the skeletons. Then the other lords also unscrupulously cast their own soul flames on the coffin, and the other skeletons were even more irresistible, and they also sacrificed soul flames, but their empty eyes were extremely sacred.

Countless soul fires flew over the Forsaken Land, the blue flames were as big as the sun, and the small ones were like candles, all flying towards the coffin, illuminating this space, which was extremely strange. The purple gold coffin is like an insatiable glutton, absorbing offerings from the skeleton and nourishing the thorns on it, and these carved thorns are even more lifelike.

As the last soul fire melted into the purple gold coffin, the urging bell finally stopped. The coffin emitted a faint green light of life, entangled with the dead qi that lingered above, and they were mutually reinforcing.

The carvings on the coffin, the thorns really came to life! The vines began to sprout and spread, and soon the coffin was wrapped tightly around the coffin, and the holy rose buds stood out one after another, and these buds that grew on the terrible thorns announced their arrival to the world with their pride.

With the lives of hundreds of millions of undead, nourish the flower of death in a purple and gold coffin!

This flower of death and life blooms in the depths of the monotonous and bleak Deserted Land. As they stretched out their radiant petals, the skeletons that had sacrificed their lives moved again. Only their kneeling movements remain unchanged, silently using their souls to express their protection.

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Calm returned to the Forsaken Lands, as if it had never happened. The gray mist drifted gently, corroding the remains of the skeletons, first the low-level gray matter skeletons were turned into powder by the long years, then the more advanced metal skeletons, and even the skeleton lord did not escape the poisonous hands of time, becoming one of the forsaken lands? g fly ash.

I don't know how many years have passed, the purple gold coffin has been covered by dust, and the thorns have become withered vines, but the rose is shining with white brilliance, accompanying the coffin, silent, and helplessly withered after the last end......

At the moment when the calyx of the most coarse fell to the ground, the lid of the purple gold coffin moved, and a crack opened, and a gray matter skeleton's hand came out of it, and a small and delicate skeleton crawled out.

She rubbed her eyes humanely and stretched again, her entire skeleton creaking and in danger of shattering at any moment......

The little skeleton looked at the dim world around him, and his soul fire was full of confusion and ignorance: "Why hasn't it dawned yet?" Damn Monday, I'm going to work again! ”