"Well, that sudden breath of death, an interesting guy appeared. Carlos looked at the grave from a distance, there was a more interesting enemy appeared, forget it, his plan has not been completed, now let's not interfere with the river water, I hope this guy has a little eyesight and will not come to disturb himself, otherwise he can only see the real chapter under his hands.

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The skinny Kadorazid crawled out of the gray fog of the altar, as a pioneer of necromancy in ancient times, a famous necromancer, a strong man of the school of necromancy, although he did not have much pursuit of becoming stronger because of his obsession with studying the nature of death, and his own strength was a little weak, at least in that era, but he was conceited that his understanding of death was not as good as many demons could rob him.

After absorbing everything from the sacrifice, his body also plumped up, and his gray muscles continued to spit out a terrifying rich death aura, even if he stayed somewhere and did nothing, he would quickly transform the surrounding environment into the place of death he wanted, he waved his staff and sensed everything in the plane, and roared as if venting:

"Hahaha, I'm completely alive, those who offend me, hmph, don't even think about running away, this plane is ready for the evil reign of Cadorazd Bergerok, wait, there are still some little bugs that haven't been solved, it won't be fun to let them escape, then let them die here, Death Chancellor!"

The death of the entire plane began to change under his obscure chanting, and the ghasts also changed, no longer looking irrational before, but completely following the flow of death air, like a school of fish that accompanied the tide.

And Cadorazde's chanting speed is getting faster and faster, his words are becoming more and more fluent, he is constantly recovering towards his peak state, his body is not the kind of cold, broken body that low-level undead cannot enjoy the beauty of the world, but the kind of high-level body that is infinitely close to living creatures, does not stink due to bacteria, does not rot with the passage of time, can easily see, hear, smell and taste these five things, and only this kind of body is worthy of himself.

This is one of the works he used to be proud of, but now it is not, the resurrected self will definitely step on a higher mountain, compared to his former creation will inevitably be defeated by his future works, this is his idea, he also has enough confidence, just give him a little more time, he has already peeked into a little bit of the essence of death will surpass his former self.

It is like the bold words of a mountaineer standing on the top of a mountain to challenge a new mountain, and like a rising star in the arena who has won many battles and declaring war impassionedly to a king who has not tasted defeat, this is a strong self-confidence, just like the newborn lion king looking up to the sky and swearing his sovereignty, this is an extreme self-confidence, and he never thinks that he is behind the times.

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"Well, the death qi has begun to change, could it be that the inheritance that Silver Meteor said before has been inherited by someone else? No, it has become so strong in such a short period of time, are you sure that it is not the ancient middle demon god who has been reborn?" Carlos looked helplessly at the great mutation of the entire plane, and the ghasts were gone, it was really uncomfortable, just now there was even an experimental subject who was ready to run, but was stopped by himself, and then the experimental subject who stopped it exploded.

"Woo woo woo-" I'm afraid that the dead air gathers into a yin wind and blows towards Carlos who is standing on a high place, it stands to reason that the so-called wind is just a phenomenon produced after the hot air rises and the cold air at a low temperature flows laterally into this flow, and this plane does not let alone hot and cold air, even air and temperature do not exist, where does the wind come from, and these yin winds contain the magic of death, someone is playing ghosts.

"Come on, let me see who is pretending to be a god and where, whether you are the lucky one of the ancient demon gods who have been reborn or have gained power, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior that interferes with the progress of my experiment. Carlos's eyes glowed dangerously, and this repeated mischief was no longer enough for Carlos to bear.

The cyclone of death was easily torn apart by Carlos's claws, and he unfurled his brilliant transparent insect wings and flew towards the tomb-like building, his anger was already burning, and anyone doing something on his own would become like this after being interrupted repeatedly, especially since the test subject had already touched the edge of the artificial soul, but because of this strange change, he had not even finished recording, and he did not even have the opportunity to create such an experimental subject again.

"I'm really angry right now!" Carlos's body was wrapped in flesh tentacles, the terrifying six-winged wings with scarlet eyes appeared behind him, the scorching immortal heart core burned and released a terrible radiation that wiped out all things, and the scarlet eyes stared at the black building, Carlos was only half transformed this time, but this half was enough.

Countless ghasts pounced, but under the terrible golden light they could only cry out in pain, this gray world of despair was once again dyed with color, dyed with a touch of brilliant gold, like the newborn sun, but it was not warm, some were just terrible heat and destruction, the black building even began to melt like snowflakes in the face of this hot energy, countless resentful spirits were exposed to the bright light, and let out a piercing scream, but soon it was also completely purified.

"It's really a bad taste to use countless souls to build a family. "Although Carlos has seen the Bone Demon King's Palace seem to be a living building, it doesn't mean that he can accept this kind of high-rise building built with the flesh and soul of other creatures, this kind of thing he still can't accept in his heart, if it's just to devour the soul, the key is that the soul that was used to build the house after smashing this building also escaped, so it's disgusting.

"That intense light, ahhh

The only thing that's a little strange is that this Seraphic Angel looks a little weird under his own unfinished perception, but all this is still within his acceptable range, after all, it's acceptable for the Seraphs to become a little strange after so long, and the ghost knows if the Seraph's image has changed a lot over the years, so he wasn't too curious about Carlos's situation, maybe people have mutated.