The continent of Cabez is surrounded by four seas, except for the northernmost part of the country, which is shrouded in thick fog all year round, and ships carrying normal creatures cannot pass, and ordinary people cannot enter it by land. Legend has it that it is the place where the dead return, a transit point for reincarnation, and when the time comes, the dead soul will be reincarnated as a human. However, these are all fallacies rumored by ordinary people, but all the truly dead creatures will return to the arms of the ancient god Luna - or the will of the planet, but anyone who knows a little knows that it is not a resting soul that really lives in that mysterious world, but a "creature" that actually lives in this land in another form.

That's the undead.

Many people believe that the undead are dead, which is popular, and the vast majority of people think that is true, but in fact it is not always true. Life and death are relative and diametrically opposed, so since life is short, death on opposite sides is eternal - that is to say, real death, the death of the soul, will not continue to manifest any form of "life", so on this alone on this point, all the undead will not pass the test.

Who made them walk, jump, move?

One might say that if all the undead are not "dead", what about skeletons? They are controlled by the actions of corpse witches and necromancers, just like another type of puppets, alchemy golems, and pure constructs, they also act according to the instructions of the controller, but these stones and metal patchwork things are obviously dead things, so doesn't it mean that skeletons are not "alive"?

The answer, of course, is no.

There is an essential difference between the former and the latter, that is, the presence and absence of the soul. But all the undead actually have souls, but some are polluted, and some are mutated...... Take skeletons, for example. Regardless of the fact that the skeletons on the battlefield are under command control, if the caster gives up the manipulation, the skeletons can still act on their own volition—weakly, yes, but the subjective mind remains, unlike the puppets. There is complete silence without commands, and even if they can fight, they are only dead things after all.

Therefore, the actions here are all directed to being able to act on their own volition.

So what exactly are the undead? Scholars who study them and necromancers have come to a surprising agreement on this point that the undead should be translated as "dead beings" rather than "dead beings", since none of the vast undead races exist in the form of "death". They all survive in this world, but they are separated from the living, and they have changed their way of life, and they have acquired a new life form. For example, if a person is killed, his state is dead, but a necromancer turns his spirit into a ghoul, and the ghoul can no longer be called dead, otherwise once the ghoul is purified. Could it be that this unfortunate bastard died while he was dying?

Obviously illogical.

Necromancers who seek the true meaning of life have their own explanations for this. The necromantic wizards who really come to the house will refer to the undead as a new form of the living system, and although ordinary people refuse to avoid it, wizards who believe in this view are still eager to do so, in order to gain greater control and a longer lifespan. The results do not prove that they are right, nor do they prove them wrong. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the lich is a symbol of death.

However, there are "life" and "death", which are actually the highest laws that are no less than "time" and "space", even if they are brilliant scholars. It is often difficult to understand it all his life. So what I want to mention here is not an academic debate, but a supporter who has been derived from this set of theoretical views. There are many people who firmly believe in this theory, and this is not uncommon among the enlightened Endimion, but the most famous of them is the one who has recently "gained fame".

To this day, the war has spread across the continent, and the name is almost universally known.

Gaudus.

Gaudus? Brishilan, as few people will know, is the name of the late Grand Master of the Royal Anglican Knights of Rodland, but the more familiar name to the world is the leader of the Dark Alliance, the new Dark Lord who controls both Deya and Orf.

Who is he? This question troubles the leader of every country, although the Kingdom of Rhodesan is extremely suspicious that he is the deceased leader, but there is no sufficient evidence, the only thing that is clear is that when all the five great powers are in a bitter war, this strong man who has inherited the throne of the Dark King has shown his true face on the territory of Rhodeland for the first time, declaring that he will destroy the rule of the five great powers and completely unify the continent.

Undead and demons join forces? In the past, people would not even dare to think about it, so the common people lived in fear for a few days, but soon they realized that the war had little to do with them, so their attention quickly shifted from worry to the new Dark King.

The first thing they focused on was: Why is this guy half human and half skull?

Soon after, the nickname for the king spread among the people.

……

“…… Fools. ”

Pound Yunim, the darkest gate of judgment, is the nest where tens of millions of demonic beasts once inhabited in this dark and unbounded demon domain, and now, standing is the dark gold streamer majestic castle belonging to the leader of the dark alliance, the spiral base made of special materials loops downward, and the faint majestic magic power trembles in it, holding the huge castle suspended above this bottomless lair.

And the center of the conversation, at this time, was dressed in a robe, sitting on the gilded throne in the deepest part of the main hall of Pound Yunim.

"I don't know what life is, I don't know what death is, a bunch of insects that can only squeak and scream."

Under the throne, three figures stood on their sides to serve, one of them a slightly old figure hidden in the darkness, he was on a staff of luxury appearance, and the old man's voice was full of disgust for those ordinary people.

"Hmph, if people really die, they won't have so much."

The bearded giant, who hung down to his belly, muttered, feeling a little uncomfortable that his subordinates had never been allowed to fight.

The last of the three, dressed in black, reached the ground, and his hands were folded on the hilt of the obsidian streamer. His face was grim. His slightly thin lips were pursed tightly, and he remained silent even if the king rarely spoke, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. The first two said a few words, probably remembering the existence of this person again, and gradually fell silent.

It was quiet at that time, in the middle of the hall. The dripping beast entrenched on the giant pillar was almost alive in the gloomy black mist.

"...... 'half-dead', hehehe, hahaha......"

The king's voice was low and slow, and even the laughter seemed rigid.

No one spoke anymore, and those who wanted to echo did not know the king's true intentions, and those who did not want to speak remained silent. So when the king fell into thought, the eerie hall was surrounded by a haze.

Behind half a handsome face, the subordinate human brain is quietly running.

Man is alive. Ghosts are not dead, so how can they be called "half-dead"? I am neither the living nor the dead, I am a contradiction and an answer, a different body, a different personality, a different state of soul.

Who is dead and who is alive?

Alive. You can die.

Can I die?

How can you prove that you are alive if you are not dead?

If you don't die, how can you know everything that dies?

However, in the midst of that endless thought, a different kind of thinking suddenly arose, interrupting his endless thinking and exploration. Then the man on the throne spoke suddenly, but his voice was bloody. Like the red and bloody velvet of the throne.

“…… The deadline is approaching, but what are they interested in? ”

Under the throne, the giant's back was cold, and the rickety old man showed a look of surprise. These two different sounds. All come from the mouth of the new dark king, one "merciful" and the other "cruel" and multilingual, representing two different personalities in the king's body, although every voice is the king's will, and all the subordinate courtiers must obey unconditionally, but everyone knows that once the voice of slaughter is heard, it is the king's final decision.

Even he himself has no arguments.

"In that case......

The king, who commanded the Dark Alliance, waved his hand, "Then let them feel the true death." ”

"Mayis."

The old man with the gorgeous staff hurriedly stepped forward, and a crying smile twitched on his withered cheeks, "My king." ”

"Send a subpoena to Atlas, it's time. In addition, contact Sandru, and the negotiations for Nigon are over, and the mercenaries must go to war - and immediately. He stretched out his skeletal arm, finger bones lightly on his skull cheek, "Above all, to bring me the king of Rodland, who must watch his country perish, watch his wife rejoice in 'my' crotch, and watch his daughter's head hang above the wall." ”

The old man was overjoyed, his body bent and almost shrunk into a ball, "I respectfully obey my king's command." Then the figure naturally disappeared into the darkness. When the bearded giant heard the new Dark King's last words, he remembered that he had cared so much about that woman not long ago, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

But he soon ran out of time for cranky thoughts.

"Augustus."

Dragonbeard stepped out and stood under the throne. He bowed respectfully, and his huge body was like a hill falling, and without looking up, he could feel the suffocatingly large and terrifying image of the king behind him.

"Your Majesty."

"The Barron Empire and Endymion are the biggest threat to my conquest of the continent, and the demons of Ofer alone can't suppress it, you four horses are divided into two ways, all the way to assist Ofer to control the war situation in the Eastern Continent, waiting for the apostles to answer; The other way is to capture the royal capital of Rodland as soon as possible and defeat Mierte, and all that remains is to deal with those elves who have been stupid for a hundred years. ”

Dragonbeard replied with a heavy no, and took a few steps back towards Gaudus before turning to leave.

The man on the throne finally set his gaze on the indifferent and speechless black-clothed swordsman.

"You, Disburingka."

The black-clad swordsman raised his head and looked directly at Gao Duos, his expressionless coffin face with dead eyes like ink marks.

It seemed like an offensive move, but Wang didn't mind, and in his impression, Disburingka should be such an image.

"I need you to make a trip to Rust, the royal city of the Dark Elves." Unlike the previous tone, which was neither an order to the corruptor Mays, nor an order to Augustus the Dragonbeard, the tone of the new Dark Lord was more inclined to a commission, "Balmutu's dependents have become the spokesmen of the Dark Elves, and he is inevitably self-respecting, I want you to make him understand that our cooperation has a priority, even Balmutu must submit to me." In addition, the Dark Elves need to focus on Tania, and you can tell them that as long as they can defeat the barbarians, I will torture the captives of the Empire. ”

The black-clothed swordsman bowed slightly, drew his big sword with one hand, and suddenly turned around, his hem of his clothes swirling and hunting in the wind.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Walking out of the palace, the black-clad swordsman stepped into the teleportation hall and transferred to the main plane of Kroneth. In Pound Yunim, no one can teleport directly between the two places except the Dark Lord himself. There was a burst of rapid space replacement, and others were afraid that they would vomit and faint, but the black-clothed swordsman was still indifferent, and under the awe-inspiring gaze of the undead, he left the reception hall set up in the hall of the General Council of Diya, until he walked outside the hall, the black-clothed swordsman's movements did not stop for a moment, holding the rune stone engraved with spatial coordinates in his hand, and holding the big sword in the other hand and slashing down in the air at will-

The chasm opens, the figure walks in, and the chasm closes.

Disburingka, the necromantic swordsman, has stepped into the realm of the Dark Elves! (To be continued.) )