''Prepare for battle!'' ‘’

When I saw the troops rushing quickly, I immediately remembered what the army of the Subic Kingdom looked like when it charged, it was exactly the same. I don't know why they are the way they are, or if they really still have memories of their lives. But I don't believe that they rushed just to give us old enemies a big hug.

The skeleton guards immediately stood in a row and raised their steel swords. And the skeleton giant also raised his fist, and the bomb on his waist could be thrown out at any time.

However, after rushing a few hundred meters away, the Subic skeleton troops on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and their low roar turned into a strange language. They looked at each other, as if they didn't understand what they were doing, and in a few minutes, they began to wander without a goal, like the skeletons before them, or in groups.

We don't know if the other side is really backing down or if there is another reason, although they don't have as much wisdom to ambush us. But we are well aware of the consequences of taking it lightly. I sent a team of skeleton guards to test it, and their strength is not bad, and even high-level high-level warriors together may not be their opponents, let alone these ordinary skeletons. Even if there is a problem, they can handle it.

Our temptation didn't work, and even when I walked over with someone in person, they lost their anger and ignored us and left the area.

I looked at the big flag that the hunchbacked skeleton was holding in his hand, and I had a bad feeling in my heart. Stimulated by the Subic skeletons just now, I remembered the first skeletons I saw, the bandits I had killed not long after I crossed to protect the town. I don't remember the disorganized bandits, but I recognized their leader, the bandit leader who was killed by our musketeers when Ron attacked the town. The skeleton was still on his skull.

And the identities of the other skeletons are also easy to guess, the army of the Tada Kingdom that was hit by Wang Shengzhe's air force and had a psychological shadow, and the priests of the Holy See of Light who died in the inhabitant riots and plagues, they all used to spy on Zhao Tiantian. These skeletons and dried corpses are all people who we, the hosts, have killed directly or indirectly on the inexplicable road, and they are all gathered here, and the number may exceed 100,000.

But what makes me uneasy is that it has been less than two years since we crossed over, and even if a person dies, it will stink and rot at best, and it is impossible to turn into skeletons and dried corpses, and that kind of form will take at least ten years to form. The idea of time, as well as the desolation and emptiness, frightens me more and more. I am not afraid to kill, because there are so many people who have been killed under my orders. What scares me is that the people you killed are still alive, and in an even more horrible form.

But having come to this point, we have no room to retreat. Since the system has led me here, there must be something I need to find or know. I have a systematic shelter and a loyal army to protect me, and I believe that I will not have any problems.

While comforting myself, I plucked up the courage to carry on with my troops, passing through the soldiers who were killed by our troops, through the civilians who died indirectly in the war because of us, all the way forward, looking for the opportunity mentioned by the system.

Gradually, the number of bones and skeletons began to decrease, and the desolate sandy and gravel land became compact. Some houses and ruins with similar shapes to the architectural styles of the continent came before our eyes, and here, I also met some people who I remember more deeply (although they are no longer

Most of them look more like zombies, the kind of zombies that take a hundred years to form. Their clothes were generally in good condition, old but still recognizable. For example, the traitorous officer who tried to sell Mondona to the kingdom was now sitting among the ruins of a house in Mondona, staring blankly at the sword on his stomach.

In some of the better houses, I met familiar but unnamed people, all zombies or half-souls, in their former seats, their eyes fixed on us. It wasn't empty eyes, and from the constriction of their pupils and the flickering light in them, I was sure they must have remembered something. Unfortunately, none of them could speak, and even if they tried to communicate with us, they would utter some obscure words and leave silently.

Of course, I've met people I don't know, who are supposed to be the original enemies of the other hosts, but I don't really care.

But there was one place that really drew me in, and it was a house made of wood, half of which had been burned down, and only the blackened beams still supported the main body of the building.

I saw some familiar figures, and I remember that during my captivity, these were the guards who guarded me, or the city guards of Ulenbes. They had gathered around the house, most of their bodies boneless, but they still stood steadfastly, guarding the ruined building.

I saw the big pit at the entrance of the building, it was an unnatural crater, the ground around it was so solid, but the pit was full of flames and molten flames, and it seemed that it would never be extinguished. And some of the mutilated soldier skeletons also stood guard next to the pit, either staring at the pit or raising their hands at the half-ruined building, as if trying to say something.

I think of a man, an "enemy" in the depths of my memory. He used to imprison me, he fought with me, and indirectly brought me an older sister, a lovely little sister. The moment the news of his death reached the Tibetan Soldier City, my sister cried, and my heart was shaken. Is there a place for him in this world, among the heroic souls who have come here because of us?

I had some mixed feelings, so I leaned over cautiously. The two guards looked at me and opened their mouths, but they quickly closed again, with no intention of hindering me. I pushed open the creaking wooden door and stepped into the hall that I remembered.

I see it...... A flame of fire, and a figure wrapped in flames. It should be a soul body, a being that can be perceived on a soul level. The illusory figure was now floating on the broken wooden chair, flickering in the halo of flames.

On that table, there was an old book, a book whose name I could remember just by looking at it---- "Biography of Sakturi the Great"

And then, the spirit seems to have discovered me.