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A skeleton walked alone on a wide street, there were few people in the street, he looked up at the sky, gray and gloomy, only some very faint light - he was not an ordinary skeleton, after accidentally "resurrecting" from the corpse of a warrior, he had a sense of self, and the memories of his past life lingered in his mind, like a whirlpool of splintering debris, which made him fall into a daze from time to time.

The sky seemed to be like this all the time in the horizon, a gray-black fog, like a sign that it was about to rain. He didn't know how many days he had spent in this dead city. Day or night, the sky almost never changes.

He had heard from the lich and some of the higher undead that this was the normal appearance of the underworld—that the sky above him was not really a sky, that there was no sun, no birds, no flowers, and that the black fog that looked like a dark cloud was basically made up of floating dust and the dead breath of the undead.

As a "resurrected man", he hated this place—it made him feel lonely, and at this fixed time of the day, he was always in the habit of running out of the apartments provided for the new nationals and wandering the streets aimlessly. Only in this way can he get rid of a trace of loneliness in his heart.

He walked slowly, and on both sides of the street, the levitating sphere in the magic lighthouse projected a silver frost like moonlight, and he turned around to see faint shadows emerging from all directions from under his feet, and suddenly there was a confused illusion and unreality in his trance.

But at this moment, in his eyes, a white soul fire suddenly lit up—across the street where he was, between the rows of tall and large stone houses of different styles, a tall tower, which was said to be the office and residence of a certain dignitary in the council, and a bright purple light appeared from the top.

With the Council of the Dead and the Dill administration as the core circle of the cemetery city, this area can be said to be in the second ring area of the second level.

"Angus, good news or bad news, which would you like to hear first?"

A skeleton shelf of medium stature stood in the only house at the top of the tower, the size of the house was not large, two bookcases, a chapter desk, and a few wooden chairs with historic lacquer paintings scattered around. With a diameter of three to four meters and a standard circle, it is undoubtedly easy to calculate the size of this house as a skeleton that has been mingling with the lich for a long time.

The skeleton's eyes burned with purple flames without temperature, and he asked the lich sitting behind his desk. Despite being a lich's attendant, the skeleton had no respect for its master, wearing a silk white dress in the style of the Elant's court in the last century, and her voice was full of ridicule and sarcasm.

However, the lich himself did not seem to care about her attitude, and he took the prop of the orb in the front right corner of his desk in front of him, and began to observe and examine it carefully-

"You're always so boring!"

The skull skull maxillary joint moved violently and let out a scream. Purple soul fire leaped in his eyes as if he were angry—the lich immediately rose from his chair, stretched out his bony arms from his cloak, and wrapped his arms around his skeletal squire from behind.

"I'm sorry, Nina, my darling. The recent research has entered a critical time. ”

"But that's not a reason for you to avoid me for long. Do you remember your promise? Angus. ”

The skeleton was still a little dissatisfied, but from her tone, there was a faint sense of looseness.

The lich hugged his skeletal squire, and turned around in his arms, he stared at the purple soul fire, as if he saw the most moving eyes in the world, and the lich's tone was gentle and slow:

"Nina, I want to hear your good news first."

"You got that test subject from the surface world, and it worked."

"So, what's next, the bad news?"

"It was ruined by humans."

……

The explosion sounded from behind for the first time, and the scorching air wave brought an extremely powerful impact.

Completely subconsciously, Glo fell to the mud, and the merchant Bane was carried to the ground by his arm, and there was a raised stone on the ground, and the back of the merchant's head hit it hard, and the sharp pain immediately made the merchant faint.

But Glo was unusually sober. He saw that Macuro, and the knights and mercenaries behind him, had grown their mouths one by one, as if to let out an exclamation, but because of the roar of the eardrums, he could no longer hear the cry - an unbearable pain came from his back, and he even had the feeling of the moment before the crossing, he felt the wound on his arm, the blood was evaporated in this moment, and with it, a burst of thirst for lack of water in his body.

In the system, health pours down like a reservoir gate.

Eggs! It's not going to hang up. The bandit leader lay on the ground, small stones raining down on his back, he was sure that the leather armor on his body, which belonged to ordinary equipment, was completely damaged, and the edges and corners of the stones brought sharp stings, but he knew that only by maintaining his current position could he avoid the damage to the greatest extent.

The continuous pain made him gradually numb, and soon, the bandit leader with a bloody back looked like he was stepping into the footsteps of the merchant. His head tilted, and he lay on the ground, motionless.

If such a situation had happened in the open area of the wild, it might not have such serious consequences. But in this almost airtight mine, it is definitely not a disaster.

Compared to the bandit leader, although he was far away from the explosion, Macuro's expression was still extremely grim, the great sword was unsheathed from his back, and from his shoulders brought a majestic momentum, he took a step forward with the sword in both hands, and stood in front of all the knights and mercenaries - the power of the storm gathered and compressed in front of him, forming a huge umbrella, and he held up the barrier of protection-

When the turbulent air currents and flying rubble reach the giant umbrella, it is as if it has hit a solid thick wall, and the space behind the wall is calm.

Although the knights and mercenaries were silent, such a sight made their hearts fall into amazement and worship.

He is worthy of being the "Chosen One of Sword Skills", the first person of the younger generation of Afron, and the future lord of the city. This kind of strength is almost unheard of in the past, and the mercenaries suddenly realize that when they chat with people in the future, they seem to have an extra material to boast of.

But even more shocking were the three young knights from the royal capital of Elva.

Cody and Lars stopped the exchange of swordsmanship with the people around them - they stared at Marcuro's shot, the inconspicuous big sword contained a thrilling power, which was the yearning of all young nobles, and the power of the [Awakening Realm] completely exploded, allowing them to vaguely see a path to pursue strength.

And the knight lady Alyssa fell into a complete stupor. She finally understood how ridiculous her challenge had been in the City Lord's Mansion before. This kind of amazing strength, at such an age, even in the royal capital where there are many heroes, is very rare.

At least, Lars, Cody, several of her elder brothers, and some young nobles who are openly and secretly pursuing absolutely do not have this level of strength.

It's amazing!

Alyssa tilted her face slightly, looking at Macoolo's back, she felt a little hot in her heart.