Boundless darkness and endless ashes, this is the cursed land of the extreme west of the continent of Akalin, adjacent to the abyssal sea and the highlands of despair, but unlike the latter two, which are listed as the top ten forbidden places for adventurers on the mainland, this place of death that has never been set foot in for thousands of years is as inconspicuous as the sand and ocean water in the desert, forgotten by the world in the far west corner of the continent, and has never appeared in any codex, geographical chronicles, adventure diaries and troubadours. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Grey of decay and silence seems to be the eternal theme here, and if you think black and white can be used to polish it, then it is barely enough to form the three primary colors, but even the most artistic painter can only use it to sketch the shadow of death.

Like the bones, the waddling corpses, the whistling ghosts, and the terrifying knights shrouded in black mist......

The pale earth was buried in the mountains and highlands where the white bones were piled up, and the original landform was no longer visible, but instead the bones of giant beasts dozens of meters high were like winding mountains across the heavens and the earth, exuding an incomparable terrifying aura, as if the soul fire in the skull would be ignited in the next second, and it would stand on the earth again, letting out a violent roar and roar.

In the middle of the boundless sea of skeletons, a skeleton with thick bones and strong legs with anti-joints that are different from human beings suddenly stopped wandering, slowly raised its head, and looked straight at the sky where the lead cloud was lower, where a black crescent moon was gradually filling, and with it, the death elemental that filled every inch of space was rioting.

All the dead on the pale earth awoke from their long slumber and stared at the same place as if they were holding a grand memorial ceremony, the bone dragon spread its wings and roared silently, the ghosts danced and sang the elegy of the soul, and the terrifying knights struck each other with swords and shields. And in the center of the earth, there are constantly skeletons of different shapes emerging, along with the restlessness of the soul, the soul fire burning in the hollow eye sockets is already a scarlet, and they are about to present the most exciting and fierce gladiatorial battle.

The Shameless Moon, ahhhh

There were no shouts and roars, no cowardice and no retreat, only the constant sound of broken bones and the sonorous clashing of weapons on this vast battlefield, and it was a battle that looked like death in every sense of the word.

Just when this huge death feast was in full swing but cold and chilling, in an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the battlefield, the space rippled like a broken calm water, and quietly, a soul full of fresh life suddenly appeared on this land full of death, without the slightest pause, a fierce son plunged down and burrowed into a scarred skull in the vast white bones on the ground.

So,The pig's feet of this work were born!

It may be just an accidental spatial aberration, or a prank by the gods, or it may be the fate of the underworld.

But in any case, what was presented to Bai Huang was only a naked and cruel reality - his soul had crossed over to the other world and become an immortal!

The pale soul was not like the dark green of the decaying aura of ordinary immortals, nor was it different from the murderous scarlet after the rage, with a fresh aura that was incompatible with the surroundings, it followed its instinct to burrow into the scarred skull on the ground, and two pale soul fires slowly ignited from the eye sockets.

As if opening his eyes, Bai Huang's consciousness woke up from the chaos, but he observed the world from the perspective of an immortal, and in an instant, the boundary between life and death was crossed by him ignorantly, and at this moment, he went from life to death!

Memories replay in his consciousness like a marquee, which is the epitome of his life, and with it comes the illusion that all senses are gradually stripped away, sight, hearing, smell, taste, deep feeling, shallow feeling, except for the sixth sense, the basis of human perception no longer exists, replaced by an empty and pale perspective, black, white and gray, not the cause of this pale land, but the "eyes" of the immortal itself The composition of the world is like this, pale and silent, and the panic that seems to be abandoned and isolated by the world itself makes the fire of Bai Huang's soul fluctuate violently like a candle in the wind.

Bai Huang, who had just woken up, fell into a huge chaos again in the huge gap between life and death, and the soul that was as weak as a candle flame was about to be extinguished. However, at this moment, the power of death that pervades the battlefield finally discovers the "empty container" in this inconspicuous corner, and frantically pours into the head that is still slightly glowing with pale soul fire, just like other skeletons on the battlefield that are constantly shattered and resurrected, there is only death here, and there is no death.

The surging power of death instantly submerged Bai Huang's faint and chaotic consciousness like a tide, like a heartless patient who was knocked on the back of the head, although the illness was not cured, but there was no way to find death and life.

Although he lost consciousness and could not shout at me to form a head, under the pull of the force of death, the same scarred bones continued to fly out of the pile of bones buried deeply, gradually forming torso limbs, and in an instant, a skeleton that could only be described as broken slowly stood up.

In the hollow eye sockets, the pale soul fire was calm, and that was because his owner was knocked on the stick when the three views were shattered and reorganized, well, it was roughly so, and the reader would have thought about it.

Maybe in a daze, your tablemate may elbow you to indicate that the teacher is approaching you at 2.23 mph from 5 o'clock behind you. But on the battlefield, especially this piece of meat is like grinding meat...... In a sea of bone crusher skeletons, skeletons caught in a rage will only use the weapons in their hands to confirm the hardness of your bones.

With a whistling sound, a rusty long sword slashed towards the broken skeleton, but the expected sound of bone shattering did not sound, and the broken skeleton was still stunned, but its body instinctively flashed sideways as if it had been tempered, and at the same time, the broken fist had already counterattacked a two-meter-tall giant skeleton.

Only the sound of a snapping fracture could be heard from the place where it hit.

Two of the finger bones of the broken skeleton were broken, and the ribs on the opposite side did not even have a layer of bone powder off.

It didn't seem to have expected this situation, and even if the broken skeleton acted on its body's instincts, it couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and suddenly took a real kick, half of its chest was dented, leaving six or seven broken ribs, which flew out three or four meters away like a broken kite and smashed on another slender unlucky skeleton.

The tall skeleton struck a blow, and without the slightest hesitation, he crossed this distance in an instant with three steps and two steps, and slashed straight with the sword in both hands, about to slash the two skeletons in front of him under the sword.

"Boom!" A piercing metal clash sounded as a pair of moon blades overlapped in front of the long sword, shaped like a crescent moon, a strange weapon that only elves could wield.

The slender skeleton was obviously inferior to the other party, and the moon blade and the long sword in his hand were separated by touch, and they bounced away with the force, while the broken skeleton that was almost falling apart had already taken the opportunity to roll to the side, tiptoeing to quietly move away from this place of right and wrong, and the cautious appearance was really a little funny.

However, it always backfired, and the broken skeleton didn't take a few steps before it found itself surrounded, and not just one, but all. As far as the eye can see, the vast number of skeletons are all surrounding and killing in one place, out of sight, from a bird's eye view of the sky, the entire sea of skeletons is also slowly surging towards one place, although the killing of each other is non-stop, but those individuals who devour each other are undoubtedly a greater threat.

And the culprit of all this, without him, is the pale soul that still exudes a fresh breath, the soul that should have been the soul of the living, but accidentally fell into the world of the dead.

Life and death are opposed, just as the living cannot touch death, and the dead are cut off from the world of the living. Flesh and blood, memories, bonds, everything that has the meaning of life is mercilessly cut off at the moment of death, so the longing, jealousy, and hatred of life are also engraved in the bones of the deceased (of course, if you say that ghosts and other things have no bones, then I have nothing to say).

Over a thousand wilds, over a thousand boundless.

Tens of thousands of skeletons fought all the way to the same place, and the kind of momentum that even the most courageous warrior would feel suffocated, but at this time, where could the broken skeletons take care of this, after all, the great threat was not as great as the immediate crisis.

Boom!

A heavy hammer swung into the air and smashed a dry bone, I can't remember how many times I dodged the opponent's attack, the broken skeleton rolled over and then slammed into the arms of a skeleton, stumbling into the opponent while avoiding the attack, and then shuttled through the many enemies again without stopping, and the latter was blasted to the ground by the oncoming attack.

The scarlet soul fire escaped from the shattered skull, and most of it re-burrowed into the sea of skeletons that lay underground, while the rest was consumed by the many skeletons.

Naturally, this included him, and with each soul fire devoured, the pale fire in the hollow eye socket grew stronger and stronger, but it was always as calm as water, which meant that his owner Bai Huang had not yet awakened, but it was also fortunate that he was able to avoid being smashed to pieces like the brother in front of him.

In the huge battlefield of the Sea of Skeletons, a broken skeleton shuttles through the fierce battle like a swimming fish, constantly devouring the soul of the vanquished, his soul is getting stronger and stronger, but it has never awakened, relying only on the instinct of this body.

That's - fight!