Looking at Marx's appearance, I knew with all my heart that he was absolutely unwilling.

Anyway, he is also a demigod powerhouse, just one step away from becoming a god, how can a demigod be willing to become someone else's slave.

However, the supreme rule cannot be violated, and he will be slowly changed, unless he can break this rule.

But Barto can't, and he can't.

Moreover, following himself, he will go further, in front of me, any god, is only a part of being slaughtered, but the time has not yet come.

"Marx." He spoke softly, looking intently into Marx's ghostly eyes.

The blue ghost fire eyes show his current state of mind, calm.

"Master, what do you command?" Marx lowered his head and asked sincerely.

"How long has it been since you built this magic tower?" Glancing around, he asked softly.

"It's been two hundred and twenty years, and it took me seventy years to find materials from twenty planes around me before I barely built it." Marx knew everything and told everything he knew.

The function of the magic tower, the attack power of the magic tower, and the effect of the magic tower, etc., are all introduced to the heart.

When Marx finished speaking, he nodded wholeheartedly, this magic tower is good.

It is worthy of the demigod powerhouse that took so long to build, and even used it for two hundred years.

The magic tower is different from other buildings, the longer it passes, the stronger it becomes, and you can feel the magic fluctuations of the demigod powerhouse, and the level of this building can continue to improve, and the defense strength is the same.

Even the attack ability will slowly converge and become stronger.

There is such a magic tower, and the foreign enemy is attacking, and Marx, a demigod, can resist the attacks of three demigods, which is not strong.

"Well, I see, how many necromants do you have?" The matter of the magic tower is put aside for the time being, whether to take it away or still here, it needs to be considered wholeheartedly.

He was more concerned about the number of necromancy.

It's more, even if the level is a little lower, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal.

In another twenty days, he will be able to use the corpse synthesis furnace, and in that case, there will be a large number of high-grade materials, of course, the low-grade materials needed are definitely massive, and even filling the sea may not be enough.

"Master, I don't have many under my command, only half a million death warriors, which can be used, and I don't manage other low-level necromancers." Marx said directly.

"Oh, half a million death warriors?"

When I heard this name, I was overjoyed.

Death Warrior, that is a fifth-level necromancy, and it is also the best of the fifth-level, which is considered a relatively strong class.

The number of 500,000 is enough to deal with ordinary legends, and even if you get the soul plane, it is enough to launch a small-scale undead natural disaster.

If you can have five million, a medium-sized undead natural disaster, it's fine.

Fifty million, a large-scale undead natural disaster is not impossible.

Such a good class, don't waste it.

"Well, let them sign a contract with you in a while, you have to follow me, this undead plane, the level is a little low."

"Yes, master."

Hearing that Quanxin was going to take him away, Marx's heart was a little happy.

He likes the necromantic plane, but it limits him.

It's so hard to become a god here.

In hundreds of thousands of years of history, it seems that there is only one god who has become a god, or a god who has broken through in other planes, and no god has ever been able to advance here.

Maybe it's the limitation of the plane, maybe it's the lack of elements, or the different rules of the book, it's too difficult to advance here.

On the contrary, it is the first few levels, which is very good to improve.

It's like a necromancer below level 5, as long as you survive for a certain period of time, you can advance.

If you are level six, it is also very simple to fight a lot.

The seventh level, that is, the holy level, has lived for a thousand years and naturally advances.

At level eight, the legend takes longer and kills more creatures, which requires traveling to other worlds, signing a contract with a necromancer, or finding a spatial rift on your own.

Only the ninth level, that is, the demigod, was full of difficulties, but Marx had suffered for five thousand years, and even turned over twenty planes, setting off countless small-scale undead natural disasters, and then he was successfully promoted.

You can see how difficult it is to become a god, even a demigod.

"By the way, tell me about the information of this necromantic plane, especially the division of the demigod level, you should have a division of territory, right? How big is this necromantic plane? Thinking of something, he asked again with all his heart.

"Yes, great master, I'll explain it to you slowly!"

Sitting up straight, Marx first served tea to Quanxin, and let Quanxin take a sip of the best tea he got from a tea world.

"Good tea, you can say it."

"Yes, this necromantic plane is extremely wide, ten times and a hundred times larger than the ordinary plane, and it is even slowly expanding, it connects the passage of the surrounding seven hundred worlds or planes, once someone dies, they will enter it......"

"At present, the necromantic plane is divided into five major parts, which are ruled by five kings."

"They are the lich king of the north, Nao Zu, his strength is the peak of the demigod, very strong, I used to be the lich under him, and then I was promoted to the demigod and broke away from him."

"To the south, there's Bell, the king of zombies, who's a greedy guy who wants to eat everything."

"The West is Tommy, the king of ghosts, and most of the ghosts and ghosts or higher undead in this plane follow him, and he also has the peak combat power of a demigod."

"The East is Hardy, the king of skeletons, he is also extremely strong, but his sense of presence is very low, as long as you don't mess with him, he doesn't care who you are."

"Finally, there is Paul, the king of chaos, in the center, and the strongest, most domineering, and most unpredictable king, some say he is the Skeleton Emperor, some say he is the Dark Dragon, and some say that he is the Angel of Death, but no one has ever seen his true body, and everything he has seen is dead."

Listening to Marx's explanation of the division of the necromantic plane, I had a number in my heart.

This necromantic plane is huge.

Even the five largest pieces of the West, the smallest of them, are thousands of miles long and more than 70 million miles wide.

And every moment by the moment, it is slowly increasing.

It can also communicate with hundreds of worlds and planes around it, including the Brilliant Road.

Looking at it this way, this necromantic plane is really a good place.

"Master, I'm hell, I can also converge with many worlds, and there is even a space gate, go to other dimensional worlds, my hell, is the highest level of announcement, and even in the depths of hell, it is said that there is a passage to the demon god realm."

As if seeing what he was thinking, Barto hurriedly spoke.

When Marx on the side heard this, he could only nod his head, because what Barto said was true.

Hell is higher than everything else in terms of level, and only Heaven and a few super-large worlds can match it.

It seemed like an endless hell, but it was a place that even he longed for.

"Well, I see, but my target, but the soul, how far is this from the Western Region?"

"Master, this is equivalent to the south-far location in the north, if you want to go to the west, at least 30 million kilometers apart, if you want to get there, it will take a lot of time."

"So far? Is there a magic circle that can teleport over? ”

"No, no one dares to establish a magic array, and those who build it are all dead."

"That's it!"