She heard the cries and sorrows of the dead, despair like endless ice, cold and biting, pain growing and spreading, lifeless.

The hysterical, high-pitched, terrible cries she could hear clearly, no matter how far away, but she didn't know where they came from, she only thought to herself, come on, let me do something for you.

……

She was already covered in bruises, even if she was immortal, but once her consciousness was consumed, she would faint.

As the last shield of defense, she must not fall at this moment, but days of non-stop fighting have reached her limit.

How she wished that someone could help her at this time, help her save the innocent creatures of the glorious city-state behind her. With her urgent thoughts, the corpses that had fallen to the ground stood up treacherously, their eyes blank, their faces pale, and their flesh blurred.

A soldier who had sworn allegiance to her was left with only one leg left and his abdomen pierced, and he was dead, but even then he stood up. And farther away, the black pressure was overwhelming, and tens of millions of dead corpses were rolling towards the direction of the battlefield like vast dark clouds.

All the dead corpses on the battlefield rose to their feet one after another and began to attack the man and the monstrous monsters he had brought.

The man saw everything and decided to retreat, and she was finally relieved, exhausted, and fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes.

She awoke in the twilight, and the afterglow of the setting sun clearly presented the bloody and brutal apocalyptic scene in front of her.

The corpses around him, the broken but familiar faces.

A few little kids who followed her every day and clamored for her to teach her soul power. She remembered that the girl Cicelina had a comb and always wanted to comb her hair, saying that her long red hair was the most beautiful hair she had ever seen, and that if she could grow red hair, she would be able to protect everyone like her. Cress criticized the girl, saying that if you want to protect everyone, you should take up the sword, and if you don't have the consciousness to die, you can't do anything.

She felt sorry for the children, who were orphans, whose parents were in their own camps, or who had died on the battlefield defending their homeland. She wanted to protect these lovely creatures, especially when she heard them say with a serious look on their faces that they wanted to protect her.

The undead legions she summoned devoured all that she cherished. After a full meal, they actually knelt in front of her with a look of satisfaction and pride.

They protected her while she was unconscious, the undead legions, mighty and innumerable, they were all deceased deceased, and at her mind, crawled out of Hades and came to her.

She was overwhelmed, remorseful, chagrined, grief-stricken, and insane.

She looked at their ugly, rotting bodies, bloody pieces of flesh faintly visible on their bloody mouths, kneeling in the front row, and holding in both hands what they thought were the most delicious entrails.

She was devastated, and her brain was buzzing like a myriad of flies flying in her head. She walked forward with a hideous face, and saw an immortal holding a severed hand, and the severed hand was tightly clutched, which was the comb that the little girl Cicelina combed her hair every day, so she finally grieved, and in her heart she cried out, Die, garbage.

Like building blocks, from the inside out, the undead fall in turn. Her realm is centered on her, spreading outward, unstoppable, with her desperate thoughts, never ending.

A creature descended from heaven.

On his left hand was a ring of light that was hanging in the air, and the moment he appeared, her realm stopped in front of the palm of his outstretched right hand.

The realm retracted as he advanced, and finally he walked in front of her.

When she saw him, she roared and went away, I was going to kill them.

He replied coldly, saying that they were already dead.

"The soul ring has been built, and the soul of the king is needed to activate the soul ring, are you willing to become the king? Your words will surely prevent the catastrophe from happening again, and you may be able to leave the creatures you hold dear. After he finished speaking, a bloodied little boy walked out of the crowded sea of corpses, his hands holding the bright crown, emitting the same light as the soul ring. The little boy was Kress, who knelt down on one knee in front of him and held his crown high.

It's like holding a life-saving straw when drowning. It's like a silvery starlight suddenly sprinkled in the dark night when you can't see your fingers.

"All consciousness longs to go back, to move and split for freedom, and then to live again in groups because of loneliness, to form a family and a nation, to form another collective consciousness, and now, in the eyes of these millions of dead people, you are their king, the place where their thoughts are to return. Would you like to? ”

The crown slowly rose from Kress's hand and floated within reach of hers, as if it longed to return to her. She closed her eyes in acquiescence as the crown slowly fell on her blood-red hair.

Consciousness cannot die. The undead shell is filled with loneliness and fear. Their blood was dry, their faces haggard, pale and dry like rotten bark, rough and lifeless. They longed, they collectively began to crave, under the cold and biting cold of their consciousness, in the endless painful torment, they experienced the purest despair, and also sprouted vigorous emotions, and under the urging of emotion, their consciousness burst out with powerful soul power, and their desire to regenerate their hearts permeated the devastated blood.

The resurrection is taboo, it violates the supreme law of the world, and she ignores the law and breaks the taboo.

Her whole body began to bleed, scarlet blood gushing frantically from all over her body, her face, the outline of her body drowning in the blood that continued to spread farther away.

The corpses decompose in the blood, and their twisted emotions become a source of strength, jealousy, anger, pain, hatred...... Unprecedented emotions breed powerful, incredibly terrifying soul power contained in the blood, reaching the brink of losing control as emotions erupt. Expansion, contraction...... Soul power, emotion, and blood are perfectly blended together.

The consciousness in the corpse was summoned by the soul power, and it rushed to fall into the blood-red abyss. The blood forms a vast ocean, and the corpses under the ocean of blood all melt away, but they do not disappear, the differentiated substances of the corpses gain soul power and life in the blood, they are recombined, skeletons, flesh, organs, and reborn in blood.

New life, one after another, floated into a sea of blood, drenched in blood, accompanied by the sound of bones gurgling, and walked onto the land in a strange manner.

All the blood was turned into life, and they gathered around her as king. Kress walked up to her, and Cicelina combed her hair as usual, while in front of them, millions of Bloods stood or knelt before her, shouting, King, Angelia's name.

……

Kyung-hee woke up in a nightmare, sweating profusely, lifting the quilt and panting.

"It turned out to be a dream." Kyung-hee's consciousness is blurred at the junction between dream and reality.

"It's this dream again."

"Anjie.".

"Liya?"

At three o'clock in the morning, the sky of the city flashed with a meteor.