The twelve banners fluttered in the windless air as the murderous aura condensed into mercury and flowed into the cave in the center. The liquid within the cave boiled like boiling kerosene, burning the three evil knights and their mounts until thick smoke billowed out.
Han Shuo sat cross-legged in front of the three evil knights with his eyes closed. His mental strength was like a mountain torrent that had broken through a dam, firmly suppressing the three evil knights based on the power of the contract. Due to their weaker mounts, they gradually stopped struggling in vain.
The three enormous bone spurs continuously spun in front of Han Shuo. As long as Han Shuo relaxed his mental strength, the evil knights would seize the opportunity to stab their spurs into Han Shuo's head. Han Shuo's attention was completely focused and he didn't relax in the slightest. Tens of thousands of strands of mental strength crisscrossed to form an invisible net that slowly ground down the three evil knights' resistance.
There was no sun or moon in the cemetery of death, and it was shrouded in dim light all year round. Thus, there was no concept of time. After an unknown amount of time, the three bone spurs flying above Han Shuo's head gradually lost their power and slowly fell into the cave in the center, just like the evil knights' bodies.
Han Shuo's entire body was like a deathly still statue as he sat there cross-legged without any signs of life. The twelve banners continued to swallow and spit out ferocious murderous aura, all of it converging towards the cave in the center. After a few more days, the three evil knights' bodies had completely melded into the cave and no traces of them could be seen anymore.
Finally, Han Shuo exhaled lightly and slowly opened his eyes, saying tiredly, "So damn tired!"
Just the three evil knights and their mounts had caused Han Shuo a great deal of trouble during this process of body tempering. It seemed that it was just as Han Shuo had thought, that magical arts couldn't reconstruct the bodies of all undead creatures.
On one hand, the materials needed to refine the body were too complex and precious. If thousands of skeletal and zombie warriors were to be refined one by one, even with Han Shuo's small savings, he wouldn't be able to handle it. Just the three evil knights' tempering cost at least a hundred thousand gold coins. If thousands of skeletal and zombie warriors were to be refined one by one, Han Shuo wouldn't be able to accomplish it even if he went bankrupt.
On the other hand, it would take too much time and energy for too many undead creatures to do the same thing over and over again. The effect of this huge project was also very limited. After all, the skeletal warriors and zombie warriors were low-level existences. Even if they weren't afraid of the light magic's holy light corrosion, there was a limit to what they could do. Naturally, Han Shuo wasn't willing to waste time and large amounts of gold coins on them.
Evil knights were currently the strongest undead creatures that Han Shuo could summon. Evil knights were already of a very high level among undead creatures, and they could use their fire-breathing warhorses to gain great mobility. In addition, their strength was astonishing, and their armor was sufficiently sturdy. An evil knight was a bit more difficult to deal with than an average human earth knight.
Even with the three evil knights and their mounts resisting with all their might, Han Shuo had to use his mental strength to suppress their resistance. When Han Shuo could truly summon the bone demon and old fey fey, he definitely wouldn't be able to refine three of them at once. This was because the bone demon and old fey fey would definitely resist even more fiercely.
Standing up from his cross-legged position, Han Shuo's thoughts moved, and the twelve demon generals entrenched in the huge banner whizzed back into Han Shuo's body. Since the bodies of the three evil knights had all sunk into the crypt, there was no need for Han Shuo to use his own demonic yuan to suppress the great formation.
The twelve demon generals were formed when Han Shuo first reached the separate demon realm, using the enormous killing intent that lingered around Tanai under the Glorious Sun. These twelve demon generals carried an intense killing intent, and each one was formed from the last bit of ferocious obsession of numerous malicious spirits. They were the best materials to refine the "mystical demons", which were a level higher than the "yin demons".
Of the three "yin demons" that had been refined last time, only one was left that could be used. Han Shuo deeply felt that one yin demon was indeed not enough to control the entire situation. Back when he had advanced to the separate demon realm in the Valley of Sunshine, Han Shuo had deliberately kept the soaring killing intent to condense into twelve demon generals. He was waiting for the materials to refine the "mystical demons" to be gathered, and then he would use the twelve demon generals as the basic materials to refine them into "mystical demons".
Leaving this area that was already operating on its own, Han Shuo arrived at the area that specialized in refining "original demons" and "yin demons". Summoning the earth elite zombie, he first changed the yin demon cave's layout, causing the yin demon cave to gradually transform into a mystical demon cave for cultivating "mystical demons". When the mystical demon cave had taken shape, Han Shuo took out materials one by one and placed them into each of the formation eyes of the mystical demon cave.
When all this was done, Han Shuo sent the earth elite zombie away, and threw in twelve drops of his own blood essence into the mystical demon cave. The blood essence floated in the mystical demon cave, spinning non-stop. When the twelve demon generals came out of Han Shuo's body, they each swallowed a drop of blood essence. Soon after, the mystical demon cave's enormous power began to circulate. Han Shuo once again summoned a few hundred wraiths, and also extracted some souls from the Demonslayer Edge and threw them into the mystical demon cave, as fodder for the twelve mystical demons' evolution.
Han Shuo himself poured all the remaining demonic yuan in his body into the mystical demon cave, in order to maintain the mystical demon cave's normal operation. When the twelve demon generals in the mystical demon cave began to howl and swallow the wraiths and the malicious souls within the Demonslayer Edge, the exhausted Han Shuo returned to the cemetery of death.
Maintaining the two formations' normal operation, not only did Han Shuo expend an enormous amount of mental strength, he had also invested a lot of demonic yuan and blood essence. This was even more tiring than when he'd fought against Kosse and the others in Brettel City. Last time, he had the Little Skull, the earth elite zombie, and the fire elite zombie to help him. However, he could only do such a major task himself, so he was indeed very tired.
Sitting down in the main hall of the cemetery of death, Han Shuo pondered for a moment, then took out the skeletal staff. He carefully stared at the tri-colored skeletal staff and began to study it. He wanted to take advantage of this time to investigate the secrets within the skeletal staff.
The Calamity Church's grand magus necromancer Wolf and the Ancient Lizard King Dagassi seemed to know a little about the skeletal staff's origins. This skeletal staff that had been transformed from the Eye of Darkness was the key to opening the cemetery of death. It definitely contained many secrets.
Han Shuo hadn't been in possession of the skeletal staff for a long time. His understanding of the skeletal staff was only to increase his necromancy magic. If it wasn't for the fact that grand magus necromancer Wolf had once used the skeletal staff's power to rejuvenate his youth, Han Shuo would never have guessed that the skeletal staff had such a miraculous effect.
"Skeletal staff, oh skeletal staff. Just how many secrets are you hiding?" Han Shuo muttered to himself as he caressed the tri-colored skull in his hand.
The exhausted Han Shuo was in a trance. In his daze, he seemed to sense that he was enveloped by the tri-colored light of the skeletal staff. In his daze, Han Shuo seemed to be spinning continuously. The multi-colored light rapidly passed in front of him and behind him. This feeling was as if Han Shuo was falling from an extremely high place, falling into an endless abyss.
Just as Han Shuo was feeling extremely dizzy and uncomfortable, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura in his consciousness. That aura seemed to be in a certain area of the endless abyss that he had fallen into. Following the connection to that familiar aura, the muddleheaded Han Shuo's consciousness tightly wrapped around that familiar aura and gradually sank into it.
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The endless black void in the distance was forever shrouded in turbid gray. Clusters of gray and black clouds constantly rolled. The entire area was filled with a sense of desolation and desolation.
The places closer to him were all swamps or tree trunks without branches and leaves. On the barren land, there were all kinds of undead creatures walking with stiff footsteps and bodies, aimlessly wandering in the eternally silent space.
There was no rotation of the sun, moon, and stars here, and there was no concept of time. There was only loneliness, despair, and desolation.
For a moment, Han Shuo thought that he was in the Cemetery of Death, because the sky here was very similar to the dusk that shrouded the Cemetery of Death all year round. However, when the soaring bodies of gargoyles whizzed past above his head, and the chaotic aura of death converged with the skeletons and zombies underground, Han Shuo suddenly realized that he was definitely not in the Cemetery of Death.
He clearly remembered that he did not summon these low-level undead creatures in the Cemetery of Death. In the next moment, Han Shuo suddenly felt that he was in a dream. When he thought about it, he realized that he indeed did not have a body, and only his pure consciousness was here. However, when Han Shuo tried to think about his own body, his exhausted mental strength gradually shrouded his consciousness. From head to toe, Han Shuo's body was growing rapidly like a plant.
His left hand touched his right hand, and the two hands obviously touched, but Han Shuo did not feel any skin touching. Everything seemed so strange, but Han Shuo felt a sense of familiarity with everything around him. As for where the familiarity was, Han Shuo could not feel it.
A dense horde of undead creatures suddenly rushed down from a towering bald mountain. These undead creatures were neatly arranged in groups, with skeletal warriors and zombie warriors at the front, followed by skeletal archers and rows of gargoyles. Further back were two evil knights.
There were actually three to four thousand of these undead creatures, but most of them were skeletal warriors, zombie warriors, and ghouls. A small portion of hate warriors and evil knights rushed down from the towering bald mountain, and directly surged towards a steep gorge called Tanai.
Han Shuo's body and consciousness slowly drifted into the canyon. Upon arriving, Han Shuo discovered that there was also a sea of undead creatures in the canyon. The large number of undead creatures were fighting each other, using their bodies, claws, and teeth to wrestle and tear at each other. They didn't know pain, nor did they know how to retreat. The scene was extremely magnificent.
Once weak undead creatures were completely destroyed, low level existences like skeletal warriors and zombie warriors would have their soul power immediately dissipate. However, from the higher level hate warriors onwards, their soul power would not immediately dissipate once they were destroyed. At this time, the surrounding undead creatures would fight over their soul power and devour it to strengthen themselves.
As the undead creatures crazily slaughtered each other, a five meter tall mummy lord slowly stood up from the depths of the gorge. Its entire body was wrapped in white, corrosive cloth. This mummy lord seemed to be the leader of the undead creatures in Tanai. When it stood up from the depths of the gorge, an incomparably enormous storm of death erupted from its body.
The undead creatures that had rushed down from the bald mountain were all turned to dust when the storm of death swept past them. The white cloth wrapped around the mummy lord's body danced like a sharp weapon, and all of the hostile undead creatures in its path were torn apart. Only an evil knight that had come down brandished his bone spear to block the attack, spurring his fire-breathing warhorse to retreat.
The mummy lord's rank was higher than that of an evil knight's amongst the undead creatures. The difference of one rank in a battle between undead creatures meant that there was no suspense. Unless ten evil knights attacked the mummy lord at the same time, an evil knight facing the mummy lord alone would always be a dead end.
After the mummy lord appeared from the depths of the gorge, the surrounding undead creatures that had rushed down from the bald mountain were all killed by its storm of death. In a short period of time, more than seven hundred undead creatures had been turned to dust.
"Existence that occupies the high mountain, accept the challenge of I, the mummy lord Faluri. That lofty mountain is not a height that the weak you can withstand. Give me that territory!" An enormous mental strength swept through the entire area as the mummy lord Faluri roared at the lofty mountain.
"How can the dignity of my lord be violated by a lowly mummy?" The evil knight that had retreated calmly on his fire-breathing warhorse roared.
Following his roar, the sound of rolling mountain rocks suddenly came from the surroundings of the gorge. The wood and fire elite zombies that Han Shuo was incomparably familiar with rode on fire-breathing warhorses, galloping over from both sides of the gorge.
An enormous shadow swooped down from the top of the towering bald mountain. It was a peculiar undead creature with spikes all over its body. The little skeleton's bone blade had at some point transformed into a three meter long bone spear, with seven bone spikes sticking out of its back in a ferocious upside-down manner.
As the Little Skull descended on the enormous undead creature, a solemn and dignified aura enveloped the entire area.
"Lowly mummy lord, my territory is not something you can touch. Not only will your soul be destroyed today, but the northern mummy territory will also be under my control from now on." The Little Skull's thoughts exploded like a mountain torrent, completely disproportionate to his tiny body.
"My lord's dignity will command the darkness." The evil knight that had previously answered flew down from his fire-breathing warhorse and kowtowed towards the Little Skull swooping down, his face solemn and devout.
It was the first time Mummy Lord Pharaoh had seen this legendary variant skeleton. The power that erupted from the little skeleton's body instantly made Pharaoh feel fear. There was also the fire elite zombie, whose entire body was covered in flames, and the warhorse beneath him had almost turned into two fireballs. The scorching heat caused Pharaoh, who was fond of the cold, to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Pharaoh felt as if he had fallen into a trap this time. The mummy lord Pharaoh had lived in this world for countless years. He was different from the other muddle-headed undead creatures. He had long since possessed true intelligence.
Pharaoh, who had emerged from the depths of the earth, felt that something was amiss. He tried to return to the depths of the earth, but at this moment, the soft earth suddenly became as hard as iron and stone. While the mummy lord Pharaoh was panicking, the simple-minded earth elite zombie slowly floated up from the earth. He grinned at Pharaoh and said naively, "You can't run away now, right?"
The previously awe-inspiring mummy lord Pharaoh suddenly realized that there was no way out. He angrily howled, "Despicable existence, you are too treacherous!"
The Little Skull didn't pay attention to him. The soaring undead creature beneath him suddenly charged towards the mummy lord Pharaoh. It raised its three meter long bone spear, and the enormous aura of death in the surroundings madly surged into the bone spear. After absorbing the enormous aura of death, the bone spear became as heavy as a mountain. As Pharaoh roared, the spear stabbed towards him.
The strips of cloth covering Pharaoh's body fluttered in the air, like a sharp weapon that pulverized his surrounding subordinates. However, when the Little Skull's bone spear fell, it tore apart the strips of cloth wrapped around his body. The spear pierced through his abdomen and nailed him to the ground.
"Submit, or die!" The Little Skull's enormous presence suddenly enveloped the mummy lord Pharaoh, who was nailed to the ground by the bone spear.
After letting out a mournful howl, the mummy lord Pharaoh, who was nailed to the ground by the bone spear finally succumbed to the Little Skull's ferocious might. He obediently lowered his head towards the Little Skull and said, "I, the mummy lord Pharaoh, submit, my Lord."
Not in a hurry to immediately remove the bone spear from the mummy lord's body, Little Skull used his empty left hand to draw a contract mark in the dusky sky, making the mummy lord hand over a pure brand within his soul. Only then did he disregard the piercing pain of the mummy lord and remove the bone spear from his body. He turned around and said, "Return to the mountain!"
After the unequal master-slave contract was formed, the mummy lord did not have any leeway to resist. His stiff body slowly crawled up from the ground, taking slow steps as he followed the earth and wood elite zombies towards the towering mountain.
After seeing everything clearly, Han Shuo's heart was filled with indescribable astonishment. At this time, Han Shuo finally understood where he was. This was a different dimension where undead creatures existed.
Never would Han Shuo have thought that the Little Skull and the earth elite zombie would actually have such a large troop in this dimension. It seemed that they were doing quite well. No wonder the earth elite zombie had told him to return last time. From the battle this time, it seemed that the Little Skull had brought the earth, wood, and fire elite zombies to carry out a grandiose invasion in this dimension.
A mummy lord level undead creature was the same as a bone demon that could only be summoned by a grand magus necromancer. The fact that the Little Skull was able to deal with this mummy lord with a single spear was sufficient proof that the current Little Skull's level was higher than the mummy lord's. This was something that Han Shuo had never imagined.
After the mummy lord was subdued by the Little Skull, Han Shuo suddenly panicked. He suddenly remembered that he did not know how to return to the Profound Continent. In this space that was forever desolate and silent, there were no people or things that Han Shuo was familiar with.
If he could only stay in this strange dimension with this consciousness, it would be a complete torture for Han Shuo. Right now, even Han Shuo's body was formed by his consciousness. Not only could he not enjoy everything, he also could not use any demonic arts. This was extremely disadvantageous for Han Shuo.
Looking at the Little Skull flying towards the towering bald mountain, Han Shuo continuously shouted in an attempt to establish contact with the Little Skull. In the process, a sharp pain suddenly spread throughout Han Shuo's body. This kind of pain caused even Han Shuo's tenacious nerves to be unable to endure, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.
Little Skull, who was walking towards the towering bald mountain with the earth, wood, and fire elite zombies, suddenly stopped. He looked towards the area where Han Shuo's consciousness had disappeared, and suddenly rode the flying undead monster to the area where Han Shuo's consciousness had just been. His Purple Demon Eye shone brightly, full of doubt.
The earth, wood, and fire elite zombies, the three strange creatures, rode their fire-breathing warhorses, passed through layers upon layers of the undead army, and stood beside the Little Skull. Among them, the earth elite zombie innocently asked, "What's wrong?"
"Father has been here." The Little Skull's nose bridge, which only had two nostrils, made a creaking sound, and said to the earth elite zombie and the other strange undead creatures.
"How could father come here? This is our world!" the earth elite zombie innocently looked at the Little Skull, asking in confusion.
"I don't know, but I just felt the connection between father and me. He was just here!" The three meter long bone spear in the Little Skull's hand swayed a bit, and the tip of the bone spear stopped at the area where Han Shuo's consciousness had been. He said, "Right here, if you guys smell carefully, you can also smell father's scent."
After hearing the Little Skull's words, the three undead creatures all approached the area. Among them, the wood and fire elite zombies couldn't help but shake their heads. These two fellows had yet to fully evolve their own consciousness, and could only rely on the Little Skull to think. Only the earth elite zombie took a few deep breaths, as if he had really smelled Han Shuo's scent. He shook his head and replied, "Yes, father really was here!"
"Let's return to the mountain, father has already left. We still have to conquer Falaeli's territory in a while." After saying this, the Little Skull rode on the undead creature and flew high into the sky, whistling all the way down to the towering bald mountain.
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As if struck by lightning, Han Shuo jumped high into the air. After landing on the ground, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and he had a look of lingering fear.
The skeletal staff that he'd been holding in his hand dropped to the ground in the process, making a clattering sound as it landed on the clean, hard stone floor of the cemetery of death. The skeletal staff didn't change in the slightest as it lay there, but Han Shuo knew where the skeletal staff had just brought him.
The journey to the dead and desolate foreign world gave Han Shuo a fright. Han Shuo wasn't afraid of the existence of the foreign world or the battles. He was only afraid that he wouldn't be able to return to the Profound Continent from that foreign country. In the paradise of the undead, Han Shuo only had the power of his consciousness, but his physical body was still on the Profound Continent.
For a demonic practitioner like Han Shuo, the physical body was extremely useful. Without a physical body, he would be unable to use a lot of his strength. If he was never able to return from that area and had to face the dead and desolate undead creatures all year round, it would be a torment for Han Shuo.
Han Shuo, who was used to the colorful colors of this world, was unable to adapt to the monotonous grays, blacks, and whites of the foreign world. Moreover, there were also Han Shuo's female friends in this world. They were all humans with flesh and blood like Han Shuo, and not creatures of the foreign world like bones or rotten flesh.
"That was close. This skeletal staff is really strange. Fortunately, it sent me back, or else my life would have been ruined." Han Shuo muttered to himself for a while before his gaze once again fell on the skeletal staff. His mind was thinking hard about how he had passed through the layers of planes and descended into that space with his consciousness.
However, after thinking for a while, Han Shuo still didn't know how he had done it with the skeletal staff. Shaking his head, Han Shuo didn't continue thinking about this problem. Instead, he recalled the miraculous performance of the Little Skull in that space. Han Shuo planned to immediately use the skeletal staff to summon the Little Skull over to take a look. However, when he recalled the changes to the skeletal staff, he felt some lingering fear and temporarily gave up on the idea of immediately summoning the Little Skull to this plane.
"I didn't expect the Little Skull to be doing so well. It looks like he's even more awesome than I was on the Profound Continent. When did this guy become so powerful?" Han Shuo couldn't help but sigh. When he recalled the time when the undead creatures descended into this plane, the expressions of some low-level existences who were afraid of the Little Skull, he finally understood what was going on.
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