André was woken up by the crowd around him, only to realize that this was not Valhalla's archives.

When the son of the abyss raised his head in the fog and was about to taste the imaginary dinner, he realized that the situation in front of him was quite different from what he had imagined.

Gray smoke filled the entire sky, and in this gloomy and dim light, the people around looked as if they were the same color as the sky. The flow of people composed of countless people slowly moved in an inexplicable direction, with the gray sky and earth in front of them, only to turn their heads to find a colorful gate behind them, and the vague scene came from the other side of the door, towns, villages, forests, wilderness, and the swaying light and shadow would change every few breaths.

The constant flow of people seemed to come from the gate, which was no wider than the one of Andrari. The doors large enough for the dragon to pass through were all made of gray stone-like material, and various figures were carved into the pillars and beams. From elves, dwarves, and orcs on land, to naga and fishmen in the sea, and even frogmen that Andrew has never seen before.

The meandering flow of people stretched to a place that could not be seen at the end of the field of vision, and the child of the abyss, who calmed down, found that the people around him not only behaved abnormally, but also had an obviously abnormal gray color on their skin and clothing, and even their posture and expression were extremely awkward. Most of them are faltering, some of them are very old, some of them are very frail. It wasn't until Andrei noticed a man with a huge gap in his neck, but still walking forward, that he suddenly woke up - the scene before him seemed to be a little different from all the previous dreams, but rather a bit like the death of the elves!

"The souls of mortals passed through the gates made of dry bones and gathered together towards somewhere in the gray earth...... There is a great river of gray that can wash away the attachments and sins of mortals in their past lives. The source of the river is the sacred domain of the Lord of the Underworld. - The Book of the Dead

Although I wanted to complain at the time, what kind of person can live to leave a record of the afterlife. But André still felt that the atmosphere in front of him was not suitable for such an inconsequential question, and he tried to make his way through the numb crowd back to the front of the gate. In Andrei's imagination, the other side of the door should be the world to which the living belong.

It took a great deal of effort for the Children of the Abyss to squeeze to the gate. The thought that this door like a beautiful stone carving was actually made of white bones, Andre couldn't help but stand upside down. Wanting to leave this gray world as much as possible is just from the instinctive fear of every living person, or the purest will to survive. Even if what is in front of you is just a dream, it is certainly not a dream worth remembering. What kind of mood did the guy who recorded the scenery of the underworld have at that time, at least the children of the abyss don't have the heart to understand at this moment.

Walking through the illusion of a reflection on the surface of the water, André saw not the file shelves and desks he had imagined. The sky and the earth were still gray, and unlike before, there was no flow of people on this side of the door, only two skeletons leaning crookedly against the doorposts, gray flames dancing in their eyes.

Although he had long been accustomed to strange visions such as the magic dragon of Garlandia, Andre couldn't help but feel a tense when he saw this classic image of the undead for the first time. People are instinctively afraid of the unknown, just because their existence is beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Andrei thinks he is just a mortal person, at most he knows more than anyone else. But when facing the two skeletons that had already stood up straight and were looking closer, they couldn't help but panic under their feet. The Children of the Abyss know no more about the Underworld and the undead who inhabit it than anyone else. Maybe the holy light and life force could cause them great damage, but at the moment he couldn't even feel the slightest bit of dark magic, let alone any magic and magic that could have a restraining effect on the undead.

He couldn't even figure out where to run!, so André took an attacking stance, hoping that the skeleton of bones, dressed in gray and rudimentary armor, would be as vulnerable as most fantasy works.

At this time, the son of the abyss subconsciously ignored a fact that had been in front of him since he crossed over, whether it was Garlandia or the Demon Realm, they were just strange worlds that were similar to the Western Illusion World on the surface, but in fact they were completely different!

The fist of the son of the abyss was like hitting the air, his arm directly penetrated the ribs of the skeleton, and just when he found that he could not help the other party and was about to adopt other strategies, the two skeletons actually grabbed his arms directly on the left and right! The two seemingly shriveled skeletons were as if they were made of steel, and no matter how he struggled, he did not move at all. André found himself like a fish waiting for him, with no room for resistance.

This is simply a one-sided crushing situation, and there is no way to fight back if you are passively beaten!?Andre shouted in his heart. The apprentice demon king was captured alive by the skeleton soldiers, which is not scientific at all!?

"Not only did this guy not respond to Styx's call, but he still had a strong sense of resistance?" The deep voice seemed to come from the skeleton to Andre's left.

"I guess I haven't realized my situation yet, do you?

"Another man who died in vain......" The two skeletons concluded at the same time, and the gray flames burning in their eyes seemed to become even more intense.

"Wait, I just slept and I'm not dead yet!!" Since he was able to communicate, Andrei did not have the habit of sitting still.

"I can't accept the fact that I'm dead, the typical behavior of a dead person, he can probably wander here for hundreds of years if he is left alone, right?" The skeleton on the left made a gesture with his left hand pinching his chin in thought.

"I really just slept for a while, and the color of my clothes and skin is very different from those gray guys?, and I am so young, and healthy, how can I die suddenly!?" the Child of the Abyss explained, but his arms were still clamped tightly.

"The coherence of the speech is very clear, but there are many words!" The skeleton on the right struck Andre on the head with his bone claws, but it caused a dizzying effect on the children of the abyss for half a minute, and also made him understand how far apart there was between ordinary souls without entities and the inhabitants of the kingdom of kings.

"I hate dealing with such guys, so I'm going to have to trouble you to make such a trip. "The skeleton on the right puts Andrei in the hands of his companions.

Then its companion opened his miserable white chin and let out a howl that resounded through the sky, and he didn't know whether it was something called sound waves, qi energy, or spiritual pressure that woke up the child of the abyss, whose brain was still a little muddy, and in the gray sky, a black dot slowly became clear in Andrei's sight.

It was a skeletal pterosaur with a glowing glow and a broken membrane between its wing bones, and it was naturally not as large as the star-feathered dragon that Andre had ever seen, but it was the size of a house. The bone-wing dragon claws that landed on the ground were uneasy to scrape the gray earth, and even Andre could see that the skeletal pterosaur seemed to be in a bad mood.

The only consolation to the Children of the Abyss is that it doesn't seem to be a skeleton soldier at the bottom of the undead who controls him with a crushing advantage, but a skeleton dragoon who looks very intimidating.

"There's another job, old man. The skeletal dragoons clamped Andrei, who seemed to have no weight, under his armpit, and then turned over and jumped onto the back of the pterodactyl, with a whirlwind of the heavens, and by the time Andrei came to his senses, the sound of the fierce wind was already in his ears.

"Where are we going?" said Andre curiously, looking at the team of dead people on the ground, and shouted out his doubts.

"Go where you need to go. ”

The muffled answer was not muffled by the sound of the wind in his ears, and the Children of the Abyss realized that the two undead had not been communicating through sound in the first place, and this sense of déjà vu was somewhat similar to that of the genius poets of Garlanord. Soul singers, who rely on strong emotions and a firm soul to confide in their existence.

"Where am I going?"

"You share the same destination as them. The Skeleton Cavalry pointed to the ranks on the ground that had snaked to the end of the field of vision.

"What should I do when I get there?"

"Don't do anything, calmly wait for the judgment to come. The undead's voice was as low as ever.

"What's your name, please?" the Children of the Abyss did their best to wrap on.

"The dead don't need names, and all the dead can easily tell the difference between us. ”

Despite asking some questions that didn't seem appropriate, Andrei's fear and curiosity about the unknown kept him looking for topics.

"What form is the judgment conducted, and what kind of law is followed, and what are the specific punishments for those who commit crimes?"

This time, the skeleton finally chose to remain silent, and the children of the abyss also felt that the question he was asking was perhaps a little too complicated.

The awkward silence continued, during which Andre saw the skeletal corps wandering around in addition to the ranks of the dead. In the distance, there seemed to be a bone dragon flying through the sky, and the Children of the Abyss were unsure if it was a dead dragon or just something similar to him......

Until he saw the end of the ranks of the dead, a great river with a gray, invisible end. The deceased jumped into the river one after another, as if they had reached the end of their lives, and they were awakened to the last wisdom in their hearts.

After flying upstream along the legendary River Styx for a while, at the end of the upstream, on the edge of the gray waterfall, André saw a white palace. Unlike the oppressive gray-white hues of the world, the white color of the palace evokes calm and sacredness.

The pterodactyl slowly landed in front of the palace, and the Bone Cavalry motioned for the Children of the Abyss to enter it alone.

At the end of the separation from the skeleton, André asked the question he wanted to know the most: "If I really didn't die, can I appeal to the owner of the palace?"

"You should know when you have met Your Majesty. "Skull Frame doesn't answer the Abyssal Child's question head-on.

Walking slowly up the huge steps and through the high, barely visible dome, Andrei could faintly see the walls around the hall carved with images of various legends, including what seemed to be the terrible war five hundred years ago.

At the end of the hall, in the room that shone with a faint white light, André saw a tall, calm figure. Unable to see the gender of his figure, his whole body was shrouded in white robes, and even his face was covered with a veil that no mortal could see, only the long silver-white hair poured down and spread on the ground around him.

Seeing the image in front of him clearly, Andrei can finally confirm it. What he is facing now is probably the only master of the entire underworld, the Lord of Yellow Springs, the king of the underworld, the god of death, who has countless names and original names that have been forgotten by people.

"Your Majesty, I think my visit must have been the result of an unknown misunderstanding. André bent down in salute to the great being in front of him that could not be fathomed by mortals, but he thought in his heart how he could quickly get out of this world that should not belong to him now.

The white table and chair suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and the Lord of the Underworld raised his long sleeves and dragged them to the ground, motioning for the children of the abyss to sit down and speak.

Forcibly endure the discomfort of sitting on top of the "bones", the master of the underworld is so reasonable that Andrei feels that there is something to do, at least the person in front of him does not seem to be the kind of "person" who can't listen to others.

"There's no misunderstanding in this, is there?" The gentle but calm voice sounded in the ears, but it was still impossible to distinguish the gender of the voice's owner.

"You died years ago...... I'm not wrong, am I?Arthur Dyrel Gosarez?" Death slowly walked over to Andrei's side, seemingly observing the reaction on the face of the Children of the Abyss with interest.

The mind of the traverser who was directly pointed out of the secret in his heart went blank in an instant, and his whole body was stiff, like falling into an ice cave......