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A place of sleep.

On the vast wasteland of skeletons, the black undead spirit was everywhere, as thin as fog. There were constant whimpering and screaming sounds coming from the broken divine gap, as sharp as ghosts crying.

The skeleton warriors who woke up from their bones, the skeleton servants wandered aimlessly on the wasteland. Occasionally, the skeleton knights riding skeleton war horses tapped by, making empty echoes.

Dilapidated and desolate.

In the center of the sleeping place, on the throne of skeletons made of countless bones, the undead lord, wearing a black robe and a pale face was sleeping quietly.

The majestic power slowly rose and fell with His breath, like a tide surging.

Under the throne, an alien bone dragon with a huge body with a jade-like skeleton lying on the ground, quietly guarding the people on the throne.

It seems that since eternal it has been here.

Suddenly.

The light of the teleportation array lit up, and a figure in a black hooded robe hurried out from it. Under the dark mist, his thin chin was as gray as a dead person, which made people feel panicked.

"Mr. Morris."

The visitor hurriedly walked to the lying bone dragon and bowed deeply to it, with a very respectful tone: "I have something important to report to my Lord, can you please wake up my Lord?"

As soon as the words came, the huge bone dragon suddenly moved.

With the slight sound of joint friction, the bone dragon's huge head slowly raised, and his extremely deep gaze shot straight towards him.

In the eye sockets, two balls of soul fire burned quietly, emitting a cold air.

The man in black robe had a cold heart and his head was unconsciously lowered.

Although he looked at the person who was not visible and never left the undead Lord, he knew very well that the person in front of him was a mutant dragon clan known for his strong combat power when he was alive. He followed the undead Lord to fight south and north for countless years.

After his death in battle, the Lord of the Undead was heartbroken and spent countless precious materials to refine it into a bone dragon. His combat power increased instead of decreasing, and he directly reached a level 9 demigod.

He is not as powerful as a legend, and he is not enough to watch in front of this person.

Just when he was nervous, the voice of the demigod bone dragon Morris sounded with a low dragon roar.

"The Priest of the Priest of the Duchy of Holy Violet?"

"Yes." The priest Nelson quickly bowed his head and responded.

"The master has orders, and he must not be awakened unless it is a matter of life and death."

The demigod bone dragon Morris held the dragon's head high, and his majestic power pressed towards him without mercy, with a cold tone: "Can you bear the consequences?"

Priest Nelson was so scared that his knees weakened and he knelt down with a "thump".

However, even so, he gritted his teeth and said tremblingly, "Yes. Yes. Please wake up my Lord."

Morris, the demigod bone dragon, looked at him with a deep look. After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze and raised his head and let out a loud dragon roar.

In an instant, the black fog in the air rolled violently, and the rolling power suddenly spread with the loud dragon roar. The atmosphere of the entire sleeping place seemed to have undergone subtle changes in an instant.

Suddenly.

A long sigh came from the throne.

Nelson subconsciously looked up and saw the sleeping god on the throne of the bones slowly opening his eyes.

From the outside, He is not much different from human beings. However, in His deep eyes, there seems to be an endless abyss hidden, bottomless.

The feeling was like facing death, which made people feel terrified.

The Master Nelson quickly withdrew his gaze and crawled on the ground in fear and fear: "Great Lord of the Dead, your loyal servant, Nelson Cain, the Principal of the Duchy of Holy Violet, pay homage to my Lord."

"What's up?"

The undead lord's eyes were low, and his pale face was filled with a bit of depression.

Nelson knew that the Lord was hunted by the Eight-Winged Holy Angel under the God of Light before. Not only was the divine nature broken, but his soul was also greatly damaged and he needed to recover slowly through a long sleep. If the things he reported were not that important, he would probably not be able to walk out of the place of sleeping alive today.

However, even so, the Priest Nelson gritted his teeth and said, "Report to my lord, the plan implemented by his subordinates in the Principality of Holy Violet has failed."

"Bad!" The Lord of the Dead suddenly sank, and his voice also brought endless murderous intent, "You wake me up just for this little thing?"

Next to it, the demigod bone dragon Morris also felt the anger of the undead lord and slowly climbed up from the ground. The ferocious dragon's mouth opened slightly, and a terrifyingly rich and terrifying air of death slowly condensed in it.

As long as the Lord of the Dead gives the order, it will take action immediately.

"No, no!"

The main priest Nelson felt the danger and his speech speed suddenly increased: "It's the God of Light! The God of Light is back!"

"What?"

The undead lord breathed stagnant.

Priest Nelson seized the opportunity and hurriedly continued: "The subordinates are sure that the one who destroyed my plan is the God of Light. After I realized that something was wrong, I specially sent someone to investigate and sacrificed several groups of people to get the exact news. The God of Light has brought the Siren clan under his command. In several recent battles, people have summoned angels..."

God of Light has disappeared for so many years and claims that he has received the favor of God of Light. People who want to recruit believers under the banner of God of Light have emerged one after another. At first, some people would believe it, but now, when most people hear similar news, their first reaction is to question it.

Nelson is no exception.

However, this time, the situation completely exceeded his expectations.

He crawled on the ground, tremblingly told the news he had received in detail. The more he spoke, the more he became, the dryer he said: "Great Lord, God of Light, He is really back."

"That old bastard...isn't he really dead?!"

The shocking news was like a meteor and hit the forehead of the Dead Lord. The Dead Lord's brain was almost blank for a moment, and a look of confusion appeared on his majestic and cold face.

"This is impossible!"

The demigod bone dragon Morris was also confused by the news and stood up from the ground with a wheel.

At this moment, it no longer had the coldness at the beginning, but seemed to be stimulated. The high-pitched dragon roar was filled with trembling and fear that seemed to be imprinted in its soul.

After a long time, it suddenly realized, bent down the dragon's neck and looked down at Nelson, and said in a stern tone: "Tell all the news again."

Priest Nelson was sweating all over, but he still clenched the bullet and re-talked all the news he had collected.

He knew in his heart that if there were any problems with his analysis and news, the demigod bone dragon in front of him would definitely kill him without hesitation to vent his anger.

Fortunately, he had expected this situation before, and collected almost all the information he could collect, and tried every means to confirm most of the information. He was sure that the news was accurate, so he dared to come to the Kingdom of God to awaken the undead Lord.

Morris stared at him and said all the news over and over again, but he could not find any loopholes. He was unwilling to believe that the God of Light was really not dead, and he came back to the plane of Light.

"God of Light! It's God of Light again! Why is He the ghost of the soul?!" It angrily shattered the bones under its feet, but the slightly trembling soul fire exposed its uneasiness and uneasiness.

The first time it was killed was done by the Knights of the Light Church of the Light. Later, the place of sleep was washed by the army of angels. Even the fire of its soul was almost broken, and there were still several huge wounds on its bones that had not healed. When the God of Light was mentioned, new and old hatreds surged into its heart, making it unable to calm down at all.

Unconsciously, shocking pressure spread from it one after another, and the undead in the entire sleeping place were frightened by this terrifying pressure and the soul was trembling.

The main priest Nelson, who was kneeling in front of it, felt even more numb and his forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, wishing he could really disappear in the shadow.

"Morris, calm down."

At this time, the voice of the undead lord came from the throne of the skeleton.

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, and the demigod bone dragon Morris's brain, which was overheated because of the return of the God of Light, finally calmed down a little.

It finally managed to restrain itself and lay down again, but the violently beating soul fire exposed the uneasiness in its heart.

Compared to the irritable Morris, the undead lord was relatively calm.

He can rely on his own strength to ignite the divine fire in the light plane occupied by light and successfully become a god, but he has never rely on only his strong strength, as well as his calm, meticulous thinking and he is outrageously cautious. If there is a slight mistake, he will never become a god under the eyes of the God of Light.

At this moment, he only thought of one thing.

Fight or escape?

In the past, he would never have thought of quarrel with God of Light. However, at this moment, God of Light returned from a severe injury, even if he was not dead, it was definitely the weakest time, which was an excellent opportunity for him.

If he succeeds, he can not only restore his strength, but also take over the Kingdom of God of Light. From then on, Zhengda Guangming becomes the supreme god in the light plane, with divine power in his hands.

However, as far as he knows, the old guy named God of Light is quite evil and there is always a way to turn the impossible into possible.

The first generation of sea gods was not stronger than his combat power? No matter who it was, it was impossible for the sea gods to lose, depending on the situation at that time.

As a result, the Sea God lost.

Isn’t the elf god strong at the time? As a result, the elf god also lost.

Is it really possible for me to win?

Once he fails, he may not even have the chance to survive like he is now. Maybe even the corpse will be refined into a magical weapon, becoming an insignificant embellishment on the glorious crown of the God of Light.

His pale fingers slowly stroked the handrail of the skeleton throne, and his eyebrows were frowned tightly due to the fierce psychological struggle.

The atmosphere is silent and depressing.

Priest Nelson was so nervous that he didn't even dare to say anything, wishing he could breathe like a dead soul.

Suddenly.

In the dark, a link of faith suddenly broke.

"What's going on?!"

The undead lord suddenly woke up and his face changed suddenly.
To be continued...