Just as Zhuang Yichen was puzzled, he suddenly found that the ghoul skeleton's movements were getting slower and slower, and the soul fire in his eyes was getting darker and darker. As it got closer to the gate, the change became more and more apparent, and eventually, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the ghoul skeleton's body. The fine bones that were originally white and crystal clear have also become yellow and dull.

This change is only a few breaths away, and it is still intensifying. A second later, those weathered cracks and withered yellow skeletons turned into countless yellow sand in an instant, flowing all over the ground.

From entering the range of the magic array to turning into a pinch of loess, the ghoul skeleton only walked a distance of less than three meters, and it took less than five seconds.

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but swallow his dry throat. This magic array does not need any means of attack or defense, because there is no weapon in the world that is more powerful than time.

Zhuang Yichen really didn't expect that the magical civilization of this Eternal Continent would develop to such a magical height. Manipulating time, for humans, is just a concept stuck in space physics, and the creatures of this plane can turn it into reality.

After seeing the appearance of the time formation, Zhuang Yichen stopped making any attempts, turned around and left the space inside the meteorite.

Out of the meteorite entrance, the mysterious power of the laws of the plane came again. It was still after sealing the spiritual imprint of the elite ghoul in Zhuang Yichen's mind, and then disappeared.

Dividing line.

At the same time, the Eternal Continent, the Land of Bones.

This is where the School of Magic of the Undead is located. This is the place where all the undead people live. It is said that all the clansmen are actually only a few thousand. Compared to billions of human countries, this data is as small as a drop of water in the ocean.

Of course, this is only the number of undead. As for the necromantic creatures that dotted the dark corners of the continent, no one could count their numbers. The undead in the world are all one family, because only in the place where the bones are buried, the undead can be born. And the necromantic creatures elsewhere, no matter how powerful, are just muddy puppets, dominated by killing and lust.

The birth and origin of the undead have always been a mystery, and they appeared out of thin air thousands of years ago in the buried bones in the far north of the Eternal Continent.

Unlike the ordinary necromantic creatures that can be found everywhere on the continent, they are not soul fragments left over from the dead, interacting with the dark elemental in a special environment, eventually igniting the soul fire and resurrecting it again in another life form.

The undead have been self-aware since they were born. This nobility from the soul allows them to manipulate all necromantic creatures at will. Even if it was a powerful frost bone dragon, it could not escape the control of an undead whose strength was less than one-ten-thousandth.

What's more, every undead who has successfully awakened their self-consciousness is born with an unparalleled affinity for the dark element, and they can easily become a powerful magician. Because of this, the undead clan can rely on a very small number of clansmen to compete with the human alliance for thousands of years, and even once had the upper hand.

It is for this reason that self-awareness and wisdom are possible. This is the eternal pursuit and the hottest desire of the undead.

For thousands of years, they have tried countless ways to expand their race, trying to open up their minds to ordinary necromantic creatures, and trying to find out the true secrets of the undead that can be born in the land of bones. Yet thousands of years have passed, and all these attempts have yielded nothing.

There are countless necromantic creatures wandering around the land of bones, no one knows how the real undead are born, maybe just an ordinary necromantic creature is swallowed by the muddy soul fire under the domination of desire, or maybe it is just a small skeleton gathered together in the dark element and soul fragments, and the moment the soul fire is ignited, the spiritual light of wisdom flickers, self-consciousness is born, and a noble soul appears in this world.

In the magical land of the Land of Bones, it is this random appearance of wisdom that creates the undead race. And no matter how hard the undead searched, they couldn't find the answer to all this.

It is this peculiar way of birth and the scarcity of ethnic groups that allow the undead to construct an alternative social structure.

All the undead together form the magic academy, and every time a new undead is born, they will be immediately sent to the magic academy for systematic learning, and the undead selflessly share all their knowledge. Their ethical relationship is only that of a teacher and a student. The most powerful of Wang Ling, the one who lived the longest, was the dean of the academy.

They have no appetite, no ****, just a fanatical pursuit of power and a strong desire to expand the ethnic group.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a peculiar social structure is a perfect war machine. They are small and widowed, politically clean, and there is no even infighting. If it weren't for the scarcity of the population, the entire Eternal Continent would have long since become a world of the undead.

In the very center of the Academy of Magic, inside a tall building made of pure black boulders. On the blue Ice Throne reclined a black-robed undead. The soul fire in his eyes was slightly dim, and he was gently playing with a crystal scepter in his hand.

"Teacher, Cahal, the vice president of the Academy of Astrology, recently had a contact with a human from a lower plane." A young undead standing respectfully under the throne spoke.

"Hmm."

"Teacher, one of his projections was killed by that human."

"Hmm."

"Teacher, that human has learned a lot of magic, and it's all dark ones, aren't we," he said, looking up at the throne carefully, and then continued, "Shouldn't we investigate?" ”

The figure on the throne finally reacted, he straightened his body slightly, and then said lightly: "Hmm." I see, that's good. You tell Cajal that if you want to achieve heavenly status, put away all that boring pride. There are many fools among mankind, but there is no shortage of geniuses. ”

The young undead nodded, listening respectfully to the teacher's teachings.

"After tomorrow, the laws of the plane will be further assimilated. Tell those old guys to open the spatial rift, drop all kinds of low-level demonic beasts on the continent, and make every effort to transform that plane into the appearance of the eternal continent. ”

"Seal off all space-time gates, and never send out new troops in the future, except for the necromantic legions that have already remained there." With that, he slowly stood up.

"Killing is never an end, it's just a means. What we need is not territory, but new strength. ”

"The greatest wealth of a blank plane isolated from magic lies in those humans, whose bodies have not been exposed to magical elements, so they will have more sensitive elemental affinities and perceptions. We need to give them the time and environment to grow and make them strong. ”

"Then why don't we transform it like that from the beginning, isn't it easier to tear open the spatial crack when we first break the space blockade?" The young undead asked suspiciously.

"How can waste be eliminated without killing; Without blood, how can they know how to fear; Without fear, how can we make them loyal dogs that obey our will, and not poisonous snakes who take advantage of the opportunity? ”

He played with the crystal scepter in his hand, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered slightly. A group of talented humans, a plane that can continuously generate new combat power, this is exactly what the undead need most at this time.

As for whether those humans will obey or not, it has never been something to consider. With a butcher's knife in one hand and a magical civilization that has developed for countless thousands of years in the other, there is nothing that the undead cannot conquer.