Nakus is a skeletal man of death, a creature banished from the void, with an infinite hatred for his "mortal enemy". Since they are not cared for by any gods, and they are independent of the cyclical system of the worlds, there is no real death for them.

The passage of time left scars on their souls, until they were dismembered and torn apart. This kind of suffering will never end, so the Nakusi clan tried their best to increase the strength of their souls to avoid endless torture. They continue to condense their spirits, concentrate their active wills, and place them in the "Void Ship" to reduce the influence of the outside world, leaving a part of the soul that can control the physical body to act outside, and continue to look for solutions to problems.

Concentrated will does not solve the problem, some souls choose to sleep in disappointment, and some become paranoid in their hard pursuits. In the process of merging through generations, some souls have become dominant and dominated. Not only can they affect the body performing tasks in the outside world, but they can also affect their own kind within other "Void Ships".

"Nakus was originally a creature from various races, including the descendants of some gods and monsters. In the beginning, there was nothing in the Void, so they used their original bodies as material materials to create Void Ships that could hide and continue. They have discarded the identity, leaving only the commonality of the existence of the soul. But the Void will remain the Void in the end, and there will be fewer and fewer materials, and in the end there will be nothing left, so Nakus must find a way to plunder. ”

When the world is born and dies, the protective shell that makes up the rules is extremely unstable, and a large amount of matter will be thrown into the void. Juggernaut is able to locate these things. Obtain these substances before the Void annihilates them. There are some violent processes of destruction that even the gods and the kingdom of God cannot escape. That's why Nagnus discovered the existence of the Shadow of the Dead.

"The power of fate we carry can be used to repair the broken soul of Nakuth. The obsession part of the afterlife can also be used to provide energy. When these are all extracted, we are left with the purest soul shell, which can be used to make up for the loss of the Void Ship in the Void, and can make the most basic warriors. For Nakus, the Shadow of the Dead is the foundation of everything. ”

There is a path of development, although narrow and rugged, but it is already a way of life for Nakus in the void. In order to find the "sworn enemy" who exiled them in the first place. Constantly arming itself, Nagkusi has embarked on a path of development using plasma as energy to suppress other elements. They have no fire, no ice, no sound, no soil and running water, no vegetation and no animals, they are always creating the shadow of the dead and providing them with a constant source of power.

"Although Naegus is very much like the undead, it is different. Monroe said, "Naykos doesn't need negative energy, it just needs electricity. ”

Siegel immediately asked, "What's the matter with the lines on those skeletons, and why don't ordinary weapons hit him?"

Monroe looked at the mage with surprise, and then thought of the longsword he possessed, and suddenly realized: "You have a longsword made from an unborn star core, and you can naturally overcome the protection of the void. The enchantment invented by Nakhus resists the erosion of the Void. Weapons in general, naturally, are not a problem. Cold metal and pure energy are difficult to break through, and only the flesh full of life can get close. But the sword in your hand is taken from a star that has not exploded. With the power to light up the universe and be indestructible, it is naturally not afraid of their protective barriers. But how can ordinary people be the opponent of Nakusi warriors with their bare hands?"

"I know that there is not only one world in the universe that I am in, but if Nakus wants to destroy my world, won't the gods stop them?"

"Of course. Monroe nodded: "The existence of the Juggernaut is to resist the will of the world and drag them on the battlefield. The wars of the Kingdom of God are all wars of attrition calculated for thousands of years, and they rarely occur, but they are already proficient in war chess games for the dominant consciousness. He knew the boundaries of the gods' battles and had always controlled the scale of the battle. For Nakus, he didn't need everyone in the original world to die, he just needed to create a shadow of the dead. ”

"But the gods exist, and there will be no shadow of the dead. Siegel said.

"Except for the world gods of the natural elements, the others are born because of the desires of the human heart. Monroe said word for word, "What if you die without want?"

"How could there be nothing to ......" Siegel suddenly thought of the Crimson Spire, the few dead mages, that was the answer he wanted.

Now he has finally put the whole thread together and understood the strategic purpose of the Knox Society. I don't know how much Archmage Casper knows about Nakuth, but he must have wanted to create a shadow of the dead, or a wraith. That's why they want to build a crimson spire and create a magic circle that makes people "extremely happy". Perhaps their powerful mind-control spell abilities were also passed down from the Nakus clan.

Perhaps the creation of the Shadow of the Dead involves very complex means and methods, but it will undoubtedly have a devastating effect on the world. Knox and Nakus are actually the same, both are messengers of death.

Death is a necessary step for every mortal being, but death is not the end of the journey. Whether it's joining the kingdom of God, being reborn, reincarnating, or becoming an ancestral spirit, the next journey is full of possibilities. But Nakus's action was to interrupt it, to return it to dead silence and nothingness, and to make all souls suffer the same pain as they did.

"How do you stop them?" Siegel asked hopefully.

"I can't say," Monroe shook his head and smiled at Siegel, "do you think you can stop such a behemoth on your own?

"I am different from them," Siegel said to Monroe, "and Neckus is a product of despair, and I am born of hope." With hope comes change, there is motivation, and there is the possibility of victory. Now, you should tell me something. When does the trip to this room end. Where does it end?"

"Okay. Since you want to know the bad news, I'll tell you. "We're heading to the Stagnant Tomb to greet the newly awakened warriors and take them to change their bodies," Monroe said. When the gate opens, three hundred bronze skeletons will stand in front of you. Although they are bare-handed and vulnerable under your star dust, can you kill them among the three hundred?"

"Even if you do, the outside world belongs to Nakus. 3,000, 30,000, 300,000 soldiers. Whenever the situation calls for it, they will wake up and besiege you, an outsider. Monroe sighed and said regretfully, "You're going to die eventually." ”

"I remember you said that the skeletons are the most basic souls, and they don't have intelligence, right?"

"That's right. Monroe replied, "That's why they don't stop killing and don't get tired of war." ”

"Do you know how the patterns on their bodies are formed?"

"Of course, every Throne Steward has access to this knowledge, and it is an important part of our service to the Lord. ”

Siegel smiled, transforming himself into a skeleton. Then he said to Monroe, "Then start pretending!"

The Flame Crystal glowed brightly, and Monroe's phantom suddenly stood up and shook in the air. He's been dead for far too long. I've almost forgotten what excitement is. "I've seen you!" Monroe said, "I thought there were two identical swords, but I didn't think the intruder was you!

"It's magic. Siegel said.

"Don't try to lie to me!" Monroe shook his head, "How can you use magic in this environment? If it weren't for the energy access of the plasma, you wouldn't even be able to maintain the portal, let alone transform." Where did you get your elemental energy, it's definitely not magic!"

"It's what it is, even if you can't understand it. "Now tell me how to form those lines," Siegel said. ”

"You just need to sit on the throne and let me transform your body with electroplasma, like a carving. Monroe stepped aside the throne and made a gesture of please to Siegel. "It's an excruciating process for living beings, but necromancers don't feel that way. Compared to being besieged and killed by countless warriors, you do have a chance to survive the operation - if you can survive this operation. ”

"But how can I trust you?" Siegel looked at Monroe, "You're the Shadow of the Dead, the steward of the Nakus clan, and you and I are not on the same page. Even if you tell the truth, complete the operation, and I succeed in disguise, as long as you shout and reveal my identity, the outcome will still be unchangeable. For me, the odds are about the same. ”

"You can't find a way to trust me. Monroe said, "I'm dead, and the only worse outcome than now is that the Flame Crystal will be destroyed, and I will become an unconscious wraith, lost in the void forever with this room and with you." So, you can hurt me, but you can't threaten me, and there will be no gods and rules to oversee my oath. ”

He stared at Siegel as if trying to discern the expression from the skeleton's face. Monroe floated in the air, his body empty, the mark of the void on all the shadows of the dead. But unlike the Wraith, he had the only thought left besides nothingness, which made him want to contact and understand the outside world, to maintain it rather than destroy it. The thought was milky, and the light of the Shadow of the Dead came from this core.

From his line of sight, Siegel's soul fire was clearly visible, it was a black bird, containing the power to burn everything. It seemed to be the purest force of destruction, symbolizing the unstoppable energy of the end. With such a soul fire, what choice would he make?

Do you kill it and try your luck, or do you sit back and try your luck?

Siegel stretched out his skeletal hand, patted the throne covered with Flame Crystals, and sat down. He said to Monroe, "I choose to believe in you because I still have a glimmer of hope, hope found in building trust, not hope sought in killing and destruction." If you understand what I mean, help me, because I really need your help. ”

Monroe nodded silently, and the plasma wiring in the room lit up, as did the eyes of all the heads on the walls. In an instant, countless rays shot out of his eye sockets and focused on Siegel.

Pain ensues, but is shielded by the dice's immunity plasma damage. Intricate patterns appeared on Siegel's bones, and he began to understand the meaning and function of these lines. (To be continued......)

PS: How does it feel to finally uncover a clue?