Archduke Barlow took Aurelian with him and continued to walk in the realm of the dead.

Passing through one wooden door after another, I passed through one space after another.

Aurelianne finally understood.

The wooden door here is just a means to divide the surrounding realm of the dead.

Every time you pass through a door, you will come to another realm.

And Grand Duke Barlow took her with him, and he didn't know how many fields he had passed.

The places she passed through were her grandfather's territory.

Terrible.

When she pushed open a wooden door again, she was in a whole new realm.

There seemed to be no lonely soul here, and the sky seemed silent and peaceful, and even the shrill whistling was hidden.

In the whole area, only the sound of footsteps on the rocks can be heard, monotonous and quiet.

As Aurelian surveyed her surroundings, Archduke Barlow's voice suddenly rang out.

"We're here."

"Here, maybe it's more suitable for you."

He stood in place, looked at the lonely soil around him, and said lightly:

"If you can't accept the souls of the human dead, then the legion of the dead is meaningless to you."

"So, I'm going to teach you other means."

He tapped his staff lightly on the ground, and a dark green magic bolted into the rock beneath his feet, curling and twisting forward.

Then, following the dark green bend, the soil under his feet slowly cracked a crack and continued to expand to the sides.

A dark green flame began to flutter up from the depths of the earth towards the sky, rushing out of the rift, swaying Mingyao's body in midair.

The flames seemed to be conscious, slowly spreading over Archduke Barlow's body.

In the next second, his body was surrounded by a faint green firelight, which seemed to be constantly flashing in the depths of his robes.

The limbs also burned with a dark green flame, as if the flesh and skin were completely burned.

The lead-colored robe on the Grand Duke's body was still heavy, but where the robe was not covered, it was full of white bones that burned with dark green flames.

Even the pupils were burned, leaving only deep eye sockets, from which a faint green flame still burst out.

Seeing such a drastic change in the Grand Duke, Aurelian's eyes widened, her lips opened slightly, and her shock was palpable.

"This is what a necromancer really looks like."

Grand Duke Barlow's voice sounded slowly, like a melodious echo from the abyss.

It's a little ethereal, but it's a bit majestic.

"Only by embracing death can we understand it."

At this moment, from the crack in the earth where flames kept rising, a horse came over.

The horse was out of place, with a dark brown mane, a bright red body, and muscular hooves covered in white legs.

Its body is majestic and powerful, its veins are clearly visible, and it is clear that it is full of vitality.

But where is this?

This is the realm of the dead, why is there a living creature in the realm of the dead?

Oh yes, she's alive too.

When you think about it, it doesn't seem unusual for a horse to appear here.

The Grand Duke raised his staff and pointed lightly at the horses.

"It's like this."

In the next second, the dark green flames burning on the Grand Duke's body rose into the sky, turning into writhing pythons.

Got out of his body, hidden under his robes, and attached himself to the horse.

The flames burned violently, and the horses seemed to neigh in pain from the burns, but their bodies were still immobilized in the flames.

There was only a terrible hiss and a desperate struggle, telling the pain of burning the heart in the flames.

After a while, the horses stopped shouting and fell silent.

Its flesh and blood, as if it were the same as that of Archduke Barlow, were completely burned by the green flames.

A faint green flame burned throughout, and white bones were exposed to Aurelian's eyes.

The green flames served as its mane, and its four hooves also burned with flames.

In the heart, there seemed to be a dark green flame constantly beating and flickering, and the subtle flames spread throughout the body along the original meridians.

Its eyes shimmered with fire, and it looked majestic.

Aurelian couldn't help but stare at it, curiosity and fear in her eyes.

But I think this skeleton horse is quite attractive.

What she feared was the wandering lonely souls.

Something like a skeleton horse, which looked like a magical creature, was a little less fearful.

At this time, the skeleton horse bowed its head to the Grand Duke, bent its front legs, knelt in front of the Grand Duke, and surrendered.

Aurelian looked at it stunned and asked Archduke Barlow:

"It, is it dead?"

"It's still alive, but it's revealed to its underworld state by the fire of the soul."

The Grand Duke stretched out his hand, looked at the skeleton horse, and explained casually:

"The strength of a necromancer lies not in itself, but in the mastery of the undead."

"Or, as it is now, have an army of the undead of your own."

Then, with a slight wave of his hand, the soul flame on his body quickly split into a fireball and rushed into the sky.

Like fireworks in the middle of summer, they exploded and fell down on the scattered rocks.

The moment the flames touched the ground, a wave of heat rolled and rose to a height of several feet.

The green flames burst open, and from the soil on the ground, all sorts of undead creatures emerged.

The tiger and cheetah leap up the rock, surrounded by dark green flames, their fur like knives, their skeletons exposed, and their bones white.

Their pupils are deep and hollow, but the dancing green flames in them are creepy.

The skeleton of the eagle hovered in the air, the flames on its wings like flaming sails, and its sharp claws sprinkled with sparks.

Like the waves of flames, these birds and beasts rolled with the wind and converged behind the Grand Duke, forming a mighty and shocking army of the undead.

Aurelian was shocked by the sight before her, and then the voice of the Grand Duke of Barlow rang out again.

"But you may not be able to adapt."

With the voice of the Grand Duke, these numerous undead beasts gradually turned into fireflies in the sky, flickering brightly and dimly,

Then, like shattered glass, they scattered in all directions, turning into green points of light in the sky, and slowly falling back into the dead canyon.

Even the mane-like flames on the skeleton horse were shrinking.

The flames on the horse's hooves subsided, and all fell silent.

The flesh regrows like a stream of water, covering its bones, and the flames are extinguished.

The entire realm of the dead regained its tranquility again, and the rift slowly closed,

All that remained was the depths of the canyon, constantly releasing thick smoke and the howl of the wind.

The recovered steed gently rubbed its head against the Grand Duke, looking quite close.

The Grand Duke stroked it with a smile and said earnestly:

"So, you can use this flame to turn your army into undead like this skeleton horse."

"Only those who have embraced death will not fear death."

Aurelian nodded hesitantly, her eyes full of respect for her grandfather.

Suddenly, in the distance of the deceased's domain, there was a loud "bang".

A strong wind breath pierced through the space like a sharp arrow, and struck the two of them with an extremely sharp and sharp aura.

The withered weeds on the rocks swayed wildly, and the roots could barely hold at their frantic bodies.

Aurelian couldn't help but hold an arm in front of her, the frenzied wind tugging at her clothes, repulsing each other in midair.

"Wind?"

In the realm of the dead, will there also be such a strong wind element?

Even the lead-colored robes on Grand Duke Barlow's body swayed together, and the soul flames on his body couldn't stop pulling, as if they were about to be completely extinguished in the next second.

He felt the strong wind fluctuations and slowly turned away.

The flames on his body gradually dissipated, and his appearance returned to normal, even the wrinkles of vicissitudes and the traces of time reappeared.

At this time, his deep gaze looked in the direction of the wind, and at the same time, he said lightly:

"Aurelian, it's time for you to rest."

"Next time, grandpa will teach you this."

Before Aurelian could say anything, Archduke Barlow gently flicked his cane against the rock beneath his feet.

The green smoke and dust around him began to gather, and the whole space suddenly became hazy.

The realm of the dead seemed to be surrounded by a curtain of magic, and began to shrink rapidly.

A dark green flame burned the edge of the space, as if it were gradually burning the surrounding embers.

Until everything burned out, the surrounding scenery gradually turned from dark to pale.

Aurelian blinked.

The moment she opened her eyes again, everything around her changed.

Here, it's a room.

The room is moderate, very clean and tidy, giving people an incomparable sense of warmth.

In the corner of the room, there is a large bed.

The large bed is covered with a pink mattress and a heavy pink quilt, and there are many fluffy cat and dog dolls at the head of the bed, which is very cute.

For some reason, I always felt out of place with the style of the mansion.

Aurelian couldn't help but look left and right, this small room actually made her feel very comfortable and warm.

It's like someone has carefully arranged it.

She was about to ask, but she felt a green glimmer in the corner of her eye.

Phew——!

Aurelian turned her head to see a small burst of dark green flame burning in one part of the room, but it quickly dissipated.

Also missing was Archduke Barlow.

She knew that her grandfather had left.

Aurelian didn't think much of it, and sat down on the bed instead.

Looking at the doll placed at the head of the bed, she couldn't help but lean over and pick up an ornamental play at random.

Aurelian took a deep breath and seemed to be able to smell a stale breath.

It's as if the doll has been in this room for many years.

Aurelian thought about it, took the doll, and lay down on the bed.

Feeling very soft, her consciousness slowly blurred.

I've been through so much today that she's a little sleepy.

"Whew...... Teacher. ”

"Am I not acting...... Not bad......"

As she spoke, her voice grew quieter and quieter.

Obviously, she still didn't resist sleepiness in the end.

The next second, he closed his eyes and fell asleep:

……

A dark green flame slowly descended from the sky, landing on a churned land.

As the flames faded away, Archduke Barlow stood in the soil, revealing his figure.

As he walked along the road, he looked around, but he could not feel the souls of any of the dead.

"It's gone?"

The Grand Duke muttered to himself, and there seemed to be a bit of pity in his tone.

As I walked, I saw a touch of gold.

So, the Grand Duke stopped.

It was an ear of wheat, rooted between the loose soil.

The golden ears of wheat look out of place in the entire Qingming space, absorbing the nutrients of the soil and growing vigorously.

The Grand Duke looked down with his cane.

The breeze gradually lifted at this moment, blowing the golden ears of wheat, like a touch of silk gently across its small body, swaying slightly in the soil.

Grand Duke Barlow leaned down, looked down at the growing ear of wheat, and was silent for a long time.

Standing up, he looked at the boundless sky, and his cloudy eyes lifted a little clear:

"After you, is there another mage who wants to blaspheme?"

He sighed, but there was a bit of nostalgia in his emotion.

"It's crazy."