The Immortal Bird Clan, which basically lives in the earthly kingdom of the ancestor Gregarly, also has another name, "City of the Dead".

There are few other species of people in this area, and even if there are active species, they are all mostly undead.

Ever since Gregaret succeeded in carving out the underworld, which was only accessible to the undead, he had transferred his kingdom here.

Spirits with the breath of life cannot live in the underworld, so in such a "holy place", only the descendants of Gregaard interact with believers, and even if they know the existence of the underworld, no creature dares to invade.

At least until today.

A round of the sun rose brightly outside the gate of the underworld, and although the blazing light was subdued, its innate deterrent to the undead was still there, and just a glimpse from a distance made the nearby underworld creatures feel an invisible burning sensation, and they panicked.

As they retreated, Darriburg didn't stop him, he had come here alone today, and he wasn't even here to fight.

It's just that he needs to talk to Gregare.

Darriberg is reluctant to go deep into the underworld, he has investigated the undead here, and he also knows how important the "City of the Dead" is in the hearts of those skeletons and evil spirits, if someone really dares to approach the other party's holy land without permission, then the two sides are afraid that they will directly enter the situation of immortality, but there is no room for "communication".

If it weren't for some special reason, Darzyborg wouldn't have wanted to be here.

Most of the undead operate in the underworld and the spirit world, and even if some of them stay in the real world, they are limited to remote areas in the north. Human settlements will also be far away from the territory of the Undead Birds, as these places are not suitable for any life activity.

But Gregaard is doing something dangerous, so Darzyberg has no choice.

If the other party is allowed to continue to act, then the crisis he foresees is likely to arise - death will infiltrate the continent, and when the time comes, it will become a paradise for the undead, but all life will lose any way back, and it will inevitably be enslaved by death, which Darzyberg absolutely does not want to see.

He even asked Zoya about this matter, but Zoya told him:

"It is not a predestined fate, it is not something they can do on their own, it can only be the result of distortion of external causes."

As Zoya said this, the mark of a round star under her eyes lit up slightly, and then she looked at Sasriel next to her, who was engaged in sorting out a large number of scrolls, and the hints given by these small gestures were already obvious to Dariberg.

After pondering deeply, Darriberg suspected that there was a third-party "special substance" behind this matter, which had nothing to do with the development of the undead themselves, but that Gregaret might have done something to cause that "external cause" to appear.

Therefore, Darriburg wanted to use the fastest means to attract Gregaard out and directly intimidate by force, although this move was too rude, but it was also the most direct way, so simple and rude that he didn't think about it.

One of the reasons why he dared to do this was mainly because he had the confidence not to lose, otherwise Dariberg would not have taken the initiative to come to the underworld.

The door of the underworld, which originally only opened with a gap, slowly opened to both sides, revealing a deep and vast interior, but as if covered by a veil.

Suddenly, he sensed that a special object he had gowned had a special reaction, and the phantom of the dial of the clock scale spread out at Dariberg's feet, but it was very blurry in the reflection of the sun's wheel.

Polymerization...... Does this have something to do with some of Gregarie's abilities?

This made Dariborg a little wary, because of the presence of Saslier, and the strange ability of this object itself, which was not deeply integrated with Dariborg itself, he could easily suppress this desire.

But for Gregare, that's not necessarily the case.

The "paths" of these ancient gods are not clear and independent, and correspondingly, their convergence instincts are stronger and more insane, which is one of the reasons why their sanity is difficult to maintain stably.

A figure so large that it almost filled the gates of the underworld slowly emerged from it, and the moment he appeared, all the colors near the gates of the underworld began to fade and become cold and pale, including the illusory and magnificent bronze gate itself.

Until he floated out of the door completely, and what appeared before Dariberg was a huge bird that resembled a small dragon.

The bird's body is slender and elegant, and the posture of spreading its wings is as noble as raising the most gorgeous white dress.

There was no fancy color on his body, and he was covered from head to toe with pale flames, as if it was burning every moment, and on every slender and cold feather, there were mysterious patterns that made people lose their vitality.

And what makes Darriborg feel the most peculiar is the pair of eyes that the giant bird has, and Darzyberg instantly understands that that it should be the source of the aggregate attraction:

The eyes were bronze-colored, as if they were made directly of bronze, and there were layers of illusory doors superimposed on them, but because of Gregali's dead temperament, those eyes did not have any brilliance, as clear and indifferent as an ice fountain.

Gregaard stared at Darriberg with those eyes, and let out a low chirp mixed with mental shock, and slowly lowered her body in a vigilant posture.

Behind the door, more and more shadows gathered, and evil skeletons or spirits emerged from it, their faces piercing through the blurred door, and turning into entities on this side of the spirit realm, far more than Darriborg had previously estimated.

It seems that Gregare's intention is not only to use home advantage, but also to use numbers to suppress him.

Even the inhabitants of the underworld are quite afraid of the sunlight around Dariberg, but the order of the ancestor falls on their heads, these underworld creatures are completely unable to resist - this is also one of the particularities of the undead, the higher ones have absolute authority over the lower ones, and the control that cannot be disobeyed.

"Whatever you're trying to do, I want you to stop, Lord of the Underworld." Darriberg allowed more and more bones to surround him, full of undisguised malice, "Death is about to bring disaster and destruction, and that will only lead to irreparable things." ”

The huge and slender white bird laughed loudly, and the emotions in those cold eyes gradually heated up because of greedy thirst.

Then he opened his slender beak like a crane and uttered a tactful voice, speaking something similar to the language of giants, but with frequent rapping and intonation changes: "Only death is immortal, I just want to give this world the ending it deserves." This is salvation, not destruction, the sun. ”

There wasn't much change in Darzyberg's face: "You're touching something you can't control, do you understand that?" ”

This sentence annoyed the giant bird: "Of course I do! I am the master of death, and if you can touch it, can't I? I'm almost there! ”

"I can't allow you to bring death to this continent." The sun behind Dariberg slowly moved upward, like a newborn sunrise, ascending higher to fall from the sky with boundless light.

The Ancestor of the Immortal Bird Clan immediately spread his wings and let out a scream sharp enough to tear apart human spirits, and the white flames on his body seemed to be filled with a handful of hot oil, instantly becoming even brighter:

"Then you can fall and fall into the river of death forever!"

Countless doors were stacked on top of each other, opening deep under His eyes, inviting the dead to step in.

All the creatures of the underworld that were driven and controlled let out the same ferocious roar, and they rolled down like white waves, trying to engulf the darzyberg standing in the air.

The bell rang at Darzyberg's feet, and he raised his hand as if to embrace the expanding wheel of sunlight above his head.

Although this is Gregali's home turf, Darriburg is not too worried, and the sun is not afraid of cold and evil, which is their natural nemesis.

As the burning star covered and melted into his body, an even more dazzling glow emerged from Darriborg's eyes, and the gold burned as well.

He was the sun.

At a single thought, the sun erupted with fierce and holy light, and the white bones of those undead turned into ashes with not even the slightest remnant left under such a threat.

The situation of superiority and inferiority in numbers can be easily reversed.

Before stepping out of the "City of the Dead", Gregalie didn't want to be so impulsive, but the moment she saw Darzyborg, he was attracted to something about the other party.

Then the immortal bird clan forgot about his previous considerations, and because of his desire to gather, he gradually lost his self-control and reason, and just a few words, he recklessly launched an attack on the other party.

Such a development, Dariberg has long thought of it, and in his plan it belongs to the midstream, which is neither good nor bad.

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The scorching glow, which finally dyes the world red and pale, dispelled the chill of death.

With a strong convergence effect, a pair of eyes containing layers of doors detached from the body of Gregali, the ancestor of the immortal birds.

The white flames on the giant bird's body were almost completely extinguished, except for a few remaining on the edge of his long beak, as if he was breathing hard, his right wing had completely disappeared, and his left wing had also become fragmented, and there was an open crack between his chest and abdomen, and there was no flesh and blood, only the skeleton that was constantly turning gray and white was exposed.

Darriberg's figure slowly fell, and as he took the pair of eyes into his hands, he felt the desire to contain them more and more clearly, but he just smiled meaninglessly and put the thing away.

He looked up at the door to the underworld.

In the final moments of her final defeat, Gregaard used all her strength to move the location of the "City of the Dead" in the depths of the underworld.

Darriberg did not have the authority to locate the spirit world, but vaguely knew that the ancestor of the immortal bird had uprooted the "City of the Dead" and thrown it into a corner of the spirit world, even ignoring the existence of many inhabitants there.

Is it some kind of resurrection hand prepared for death?

There was a moment of darkness in Darriberg's eyes, which gave him a kind of warning.