Far away in the land of ice and snow.

It is a harsh, inaccessible snowfield where no one can survive but the undead. Because they are already dead and will not die again from cold and hunger.

This is the territory of the Grim Reaper Bellerien. Hades has taken possession of the underworld, and he has no choice but to pick up this place where no one wants to gather the undead.

The ground is full of dense, dark and deep tombs, which are the masterpieces left behind by the undead after they crawled out of the graves. If you are not careful, you risk stumbling into these icy caves.

There are also many raised graveyards along the catacombs, where zombies are about to crawl out of the tombs.

The place where there is a tombstone is called a spirit tomb, and out of there are black ghosts floating around.

Vampires don't like to lie in cold graves, they prefer to gather in large secluded mansions, hanging upside down on the eaves, squeaking and screaming.

The huge triangular minaret is the gathering place of the Witch King, and at the top stands a huge skeletal statue, and the huge black eyes of the hollow are forever watching over this terrifying place.

The Dark Temple belongs to the Knights of the Dread. They rode ghostly horses with their muscles and bones stripped and shed, standing motionless in the wind and snow.

Further afield was a massive mountain of bones, called the Dragon's Peak, where Bellerion used to summon the ghostly dragon. At the top of the Mountain of Bones stands a tower of spiritualism that glows with an eerie red light.

There were two people standing under the tower at the moment. No, more precisely, one should be sitting, while the other is standing respectfully behind him.

"Quack, quack......" A large group of crows flew from the sky. As soon as the standing man stretched out his hand, a crow landed in his palm.

Wait, why does that crow have three eyes?!

It was still screaming and flapping its wings frantically.

"Poof!" the man sitting on the ground immediately spurted blood from his mouth!

"What's wrong with you, master?" the man standing was terrified!

"Sandru is a stupid pig!" said the man who sat down, "What the hell is he doing?!" The pincer offensive I planned was defeated disastrously because he didn't move!"

"Why?!Why?!" the man began to thunder.

"As far as I can tell, Lord Sandru seems to prefer to let others lose both sides so that he can pick up the mess......"

"Stupid pig! Bastard! His ten legions were on the border of Erathia, not only did they not actively attack, but instead allowed Catherine's Dia coalition to retreat back to the aid of Ironfist Castle! If it weren't for that, how could the northern army led by Stephen be defeated under Ironfist Castle?"

"But the Three-Eyed Raven also said that Erathia knew a very powerful war machine......"

"That's not a reason!" the man gasped, "If my armies from the east and north succeed in meeting under the Iron Fist Castle, with the combat strength of twenty legions, I would have already stepped on the Iron Fist Castle to dust! No, I have to go to Diya and teach the daring Sandru a good lesson!"

"No, master, your body has not recovered...... What you need most now is rest!"

"Damn Helena!" the man staggered to his feet, "Didn't she kill me yet, but I'm sure she's worse than me now!"

It seems that this person is the god of death Bellerion, who once fought with the thousand-year-old witch Helena on the edge of the Great Wall of Ice. He looked at the loyal servant beside him with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "Clauvis, I want you to go to Dia to take over Sandru's position, are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready!" Clauis knelt down on one knee: "I will faithfully carry out any orders you make!"

"You have to remember that a successful commander will lead an army to invincibility, and a failed commander will destroy the entire army! You have followed me for so many years, I believe you should have learned a lot!"

"Yes, master!" said Clauvis, still on his knees, "but what shall I do to Lord Sandru?"

"Kill him!" Bellerian said abruptly, "He has betrayed me, and he must pay for it!" All his equipment, including the Cursed Armor and the Ghost King's Cloak, can be owned by you!"

"It's my honor!" Clauis said gratefully, "I will definitely live up to the trust and lead your invincible army to sweep the whole world!"

"Then, go and gather all the armies in your territory that can fight, and then all of them will be on your way to Dia!" Bellerion ordered.

Clauis took a few steps back, then straightened up and hurried down the mountain.

Soon, a terrible trumpet sounded everywhere in the Death Territory. The horn was made from the giant throat bone of the ghost dragon, and listening to that terrifying sound would make any faint of heart instantly die.

Standing by the Conjuring Tower, Bellerion held his hands high in the sky and whispered in his mouth. A moment later, a huge bone dragon emerged from the thick and dark clouds of the sky, flapping its wings and flying towards the top of the dragon.

But it's not the terrifying Ghost Dragon, it's the more powerful Blood Bone Dragon! They can suck the blood of their enemies and make the bones of their bodies grow powerful muscles again!

It was a terrifying new breed of bellerien, but he seemed to be in no hurry to spread the results!

A day later, he had flown to Dia.

As soon as he entered Dia, Bellerion saw that the whole sky was still covered with a strong aura of death, which made him more satisfied. Relatively speaking, the Demon Clan's plan seems to have been more successful, as they have captured the Lost Lands and Eli, embedded like a deadly stinger in the middle of the realm of humans, dwarves, and wildlings, and he has so far only owned the land beneath his feet.

As for the Black Dragon's Moriel, I heard that she was fighting the Elemental Clan, and they hadn't yet gained a foothold in Avili.

"Damn Sandru!" Bellerion said indignantly, "If it weren't for you, Erathia's living forces would have been wiped out long ago, and the remaining hostile forces would be insignificant!

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that his whole body was surging with qi and blood, and there seemed to be a priest's Sanskrit chant in his ears.

"Damn Helena, did you consume me?" Bellerion pressed the dragon's back, and the blood dragon immediately landed on the top of a mountain.

He stood on the top of the mountain, with the terrifying black scythe in his hand, and began to chant loudly to the sky.

Damn Helena, I haven't seen you so angry since your lover Tanan was injured, and for the sake of a chosen one who has nothing to do with you, are you going to fight with me again?

I'm going to kill you! Absolutely! I don't want anyone to think about it all the time......

His chanting grew faster, and the power of darkness grew stronger.

"Die, old witch!"

With all her might, Bellerion struck a fatal blow at the old witch who was hiding nowhere.

Countless lightning bolts streaked across the sky, almost tearing the entire heavens and earth to pieces!

......

It took a long time for the world to fall silent.

Is the old witch dead?

But Bellerion knew that he only had half a breath! he didn't expect Helena to be so powerful, even as powerful as the gods!

"I've got to find a place to hide right now, or a human cavalryman alone could take my life in no time...... That's going to make that Zeus kid laugh out his big teeth!" Bellerion struggled to climb onto the dragon's back.

Sandru, who was hiding far away, also saw the powerful blood dragon. Seeing the terrifying power that destroyed the world, he immediately understood that it was the god of death, Bellerion, who had come to Dia in person.

What is he doing in Dia?, Sandru thought strangely.

There is nothing particularly important, and Bellerion will not immediately make his own territory.

Is he going to take command of my regiment in person for the fatal blow to Erathia? Will he blame me for leaving my post as commander without permission, leaving behind the fiery urgency of the military situation, and busily searching for the ghost of his wife, Monica?

Forgive me, master, it's not that I'm being unfaithful to you, it's that Monica's shell is about to rot, and Erathia's affairs can wait, but my Monica can't!

Steve, please don't push too fast! If you haven't been carried away by one victory after another, then you should know that Erathia is still a lion, and although he is half dead, the wounded lion is even more deadly!

Steve, I hope you're not stupid enough to attack Tekken Castle alone!

When the terrifying blood dragon disappeared from the sky, Sandru rose from his hiding place in despair.

He held a delicate crystal bottle in his hand. After searching for so many days, he finally found the spirits of his wife and children, who were now imprisoned in this bottle.

No matter how he explained, Monica's spirits didn't want to listen to him, but ran around, not to mention the children.

He had no choice but to use his magical powers to bottle up all their undead.

"Don't worry, Monica!" Sandru muttered, "There's nothing more important to me than bringing you back to life!"

In order to find his wife's undead, he did not choose to ride a horse, and even gave up the ghost ghost dragon that could fly high, but searched for it alone in the mountains and dense forests.

After so many days of searching, his clothes were already in rags, and the Grim Reaper's boots were almost worn out. This thing can't be broken, and without it, the Ghost King's cloak would be finished. He had to go barefoot, letting the sharp rubble and thorns cut through his feet.

Fortunately, I finally found them! Sandru said with relief: "I have to go back immediately, preferably before the master arrives at the barracks, at least not to make him wait too long!"