The dark cave welcomed a rare moment. The light from Silver Shadowman's body illuminated the place.
"Awaken … them?"
Thales leaned against the rock wall and panted. He thought about it again and again in his vigilance, but in the end, he gave up on most of his confrontational actions. This Silver Shadowman was obviously not an existence he could handle.
The teenager asked in puzzlement, "What 'them'?"
Silver Shadowman stared at him with his eyes, which were so black that they seemed to contain nothing.
"Them."
He was still speaking in the Western Peninsula's common language with a Northland accent.
The outline of Silver Shadowman's face moved subtly under the flickering light. It was almost as if a real person was speaking, and it was a little strange.
"You saw them.
Those homeless souls of the deceased.
"Anomalies that hover between life and death."
Thales' heart trembled.
'What?'
"Hover between life and death …" he muttered.
He raised his head anxiously and looked at the dark walls of the cave around him. He imagined the scene of the densely packed ghosts appearing on the walls.
Those shriveled and rotting faces.
Thales could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
He buried his face in his hands and heaved a painful and labored sigh.
"So, this world really has such things …"
'Sigh.
'He even thought about this for me …
'This world of holographic, four-dimensional, and dynamic horror movies is too beautiful!'
The dejected Thales used a whole five seconds to free himself from the unpleasant memories of the past. He lifted his head listlessly.
"But how …"
He leaned against the rock wall and pressed against the scratches on his body. He asked Silver Shadowman weakly, "Why are there so many souls of the deceased under Dragon Clouds City? Are they bored and come here to scare people?"
Silver Shadowman's body shone faintly.
He seemed to be hesitating.
"Arunde Castle is above our heads," he answered in the end. The words that came from the silver light were like murmurs in a dream, and they echoed faintly.
"It has stood here for thousands of years.
"The flames of the Great Dragon, the footprints of the elves, the warriors of Northland, the iron hooves of the Empire, and even the heavy hammers of the orcs have plowed through this place."
When he heard the unfamiliar name, Thales was instantly stunned.
"Ya, Ren, De, Castle …"
The prince repeated doubtfully, but his eyes immediately brightened. "Wait a minute, are you talking about Dragon Clouds City? Arunde Castle was its former name … "
Thales immediately understood something. In a moment of realization, he began to size up Silver Shadowman with a strange gaze.
"Using this form of address … So you're from the ancient times, err, you're from the Empire Era?"
But Silver Shadowman only stared at him quietly and did not answer.
"Alright." Thales spread his arms, inviting a snub. In his mind, he crossed out the option of "finding things to talk to get information out of this person who was neither a human nor a ghost".
"Then, souls of the dead?"
When Silver Shadowman heard this, he slowly raised his head and stared at the cave as if he was filled with emotions.
He turned around and moved away from Thales.
The footsteps formed by the silver light left brilliant and colorful traces on the rocks that they stepped on.
"This land has experienced countless wars, bitter cold, disasters, and deaths … Heads have fallen, blood has spilled, corpses have filled the fields, and wails have lingered."
Silver Shadowman walked forward slowly. His words traveled into Thales' ears again, and they contained a certain melancholy that could not be dispelled.
"For thousands of years, countless living beings have been buried here. The souls of the dead gathered in the past cannot be dispelled.
"Cannot be dispelled …
"Cannot be dispelled …
"Cannot be dispelled …"
This time, the echo in his voice was especially clear, and it shocked Thales.
It was only then that the prince noticed that Silver Shadowman's words did not come from his voice, but from his heart!
'Wait.
The words that came from the bottom of my heart.
'This situation …
'Doesn't it feel a little familiar?'
But before Thales could figure out what was going on, Silver Shadowman's tone changed.
"Originally, they should be sleeping quietly, without any consciousness, have nothing to do with the living, and have nothing to do with the mortal world. They should slowly lose their sense of self and time, until they die and no longer exist."
The man turned around abruptly, and the silver light on his body became as dense as a lit oil lamp. His tone became stern and serious.
"Until you woke them up."
Thales was stunned.
"Me?
But … but I didn't do anything! "
He stretched out his hands in an innocent and puzzled manner. "How did you wake them up?"
Silver Shadowman was facing him. Under the contrast of light and darkness, his facial features suddenly became a little sharp.
"No," he said firmly.
"You did."
Thales was stunned.
Silver Shadowman slowly raised his right hand and faced him. His palm shone with a faint silver light.
Thales instantly felt uncomfortable. There seemed to be something in the silver light that made his skin prickle with pain, just like when this dangerous existence had threatened and interrogated him.
"I can see it. They can see that you have a special power."
Thales' heart tensed.
Silver Shadowman said faintly, but it made Thales' breathing inexplicably quicken. "It hides in your strong body. It absorbs nutrients, and it also benefits you. It allows you to communicate with the world and the underground, and the living and the dead."
Thales raised his eyebrows.
'Huh?'
"The moment it fused with you, you wandered between life and death, and the boundary between life and death became blurred."
Silver Shadowman's words made Thales' heart skip a beat.
'Between life and death …'
He immediately figured something out.
"You used yourself as the key to open a path in the wall between worlds that are not connected to each other," the man said solemnly. "The souls of the dead, who should not have been able to sense anything and could not affect the living, were startled and awakened.
"Like hyenas that gather after rotting corpses, or sharks that thirst for blood."
Thales blinked in shock as he stared at Silver Shadowman's increasingly distinct black facial features.
"Are you saying …" he whispered in disbelief.
"The Sin of Hell's River?"
Silver Shadowman did not answer.
Thales, who was feeling uneasy, took action the moment he thought of it.
He clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath. He summoned the Sin of Hell's River in his body and activated its most commonly used effect, which was to strengthen his sight and hearing.
In a few seconds, the Sin of Hell's River followed his consciousness and poured into the blood vessels around his eyes and ears, making his world brighter and clearer.
But at the same time, Thales immediately felt that there was something strange around him!
In the distance, on the rock wall where the silver light could not shine, countless black shadows emerged. The new and strange faces of ghosts looked in his direction!
[Ah … it hurts, my chest …]
"No, why do you want to kill me? I didn't join the uprising …
"Sada! Noxada!
"They can't stay here. The vanguard of the orcs is coming. Even if I have to kidnap them, I have to kidnap all the people in this village …
"Hahaha, you won't believe me. I locked that ice bastard on a rack, used a pair of red-hot tongs to wring out its intestines, and poured kerosene on it … I will never forget what they did to my Lisa … I want every orc who falls into my hands to die in agony …"
At that moment, a cold chill, deep whispers, painful howls, and all the nightmares returned to Thales' senses!
The prince was greatly shocked!
However, the Sin of Hell's River, which had sensed the threat, not only did it not stop, it even sped up uncontrollably and continued to strengthen his senses.
That feeling was similar to when he watched a horror movie in his previous life. At the climax of the scare, the movie would suddenly change from a 2D perspective to a 3D perspective.
"I'm just doing it for the reward and food … Why should I risk my life for them? Anyway, they've never treated pawns like us as human beings …
"I'm so hungry, General. We've eaten all the prisoners and criminals. I'm so hungry … Can we eat the sick and the elderly? They're going to die anyway. If they fill our stomachs, we can also help them protect their families …
"I don't understand. We're warriors. We have our own honor. Is there any honor in slaughtering civilians …
"Listen, soldier. Your honor is not up to you to decide. Who are civilians and who are enemies are not up to you to decide. It's up to the army, the Empire, and my orders. Do you understand? "Now, soldier, kill this Northland brat. Because he's an enemy, this is honor …"
His voice grew louder, and his surroundings grew colder. Thales covered his head in pain, closed his eyes, and started convulsing.
'Sh * t …
'How can this be …'
The souls of the deceased around him became increasingly agitated. Many of them even climbed towards him.
At that moment …
"Get lost!"
Silver Shadowman's furious roar echoed in Thales' ears.
Silver light shone brightly in the cave again, and it was so piercing that Thales curled up!
"Go back to your lair!"
As Silver Shadowman roared, the screams of the souls of the deceased rose again, but they gradually became weaker.
They painfully avoided the silver light and retreated back into the darkness.
Those terrifying whispers and emotions also retreated from Thales' senses like a tidal wave.
Then, the area around him became quiet again.
After a long while, Thales, who was sitting paralyzed by the rock wall, put down his hands weakly and sensed the disappearance of the Sin of Hell's River.
'Damn it.'
He panted and cursed in his heart.
'Damn it, damn it, damn it!'
"As of now, these souls of the deceased cannot directly harm your body," Silver Shadowman's voice rose again. "But they can affect the environment and destroy your mind, contaminate your soul, and turn you into a walking corpse.
"Of course, if they were a little stronger, and you were a little weaker …"
Thales opened his eyes and exhaled in frustration.
The silver light on the man's body slowly weakened. He put down his palm, which was shining with silver light, and stared at the teenager quietly.
"Very good, the effect of the Sin of Hell's River …" Thales said dejectedly, "I can actually see ghosts with my Yin and Yang Eyes, or release infrasound waves to summon souls …
"That's really great."
He said mockingly.
Silver Shadowman returned to Thales' side and lowered his head to look at him.
"I recognize this power. I once had a friend who was just like you."
Silver Shadowman's words made Thales perk up. "The Sin of Hell's River?"
The man in the silver light shook his head. "Under the torture of this power, he was rejected by Hell's River, and the mortal world did not accept him.
That was the greatest misfortune in his life.
"Just like this place, just like this group of pitiful souls of the deceased who are stuck between life and death because of an evil curse."
Thales, whose mood was occupied by gloom and irritation at the same time, let out a mocking chuckle. "I guess I'm not much better."
But he thought of something.
"An evil curse." The exhausted Thales looked up and asked, "You mentioned this more than once.
This is not the first time you mentioned it. "
"What do you mean?"
This time, Silver Shadowman, who lowered his head to look at the teenager, paused for a long time.
The silver light on his body flickered.
Finally, Silver Shadowman spoke again.
"These tortured souls aren't trapped here out of their own will."
His words were full of sorrow and pity. "On the contrary, they are bound here because of a vicious curse, unable to continue their journey of death.
"Because of this curse, they are cut off from the cycle of life. They are trapped in the swamp of eternity, and they suffer endless suffering."
Thales was stunned.
He stood up laboriously and looked around him.
He could only see a dim cave and a dark rock stratum.
There was nothing there.
The prince suppressed the fear in his heart and asked curiously, "What kind of curse?"
Silver Shadowman was silent for a few seconds.
When Thales could not help but urge him to speak, Silver Shadowman looked straight at him. His facial features flickered under the silver light. His words were solemn, and he enunciated each word clearly.
"The curse of the Iron Blood King."
Thales' eyebrows twitched.
"Iron Blood King?
I remember this legend. "
The prince scratched his head. "The Iron Blood King. All the Northlanders know him. He is, he is, he seems to have built something …"
Thales bit his lower lip and thought hard. He felt that he was about to recall it.
Silver Shadowman snorted softly and interrupted his recollection. "The Iron Blood King, the first human king to lead the people to fight against the ancient orcs, and the builder of the humans' last line of defense."
"Yes!"
Thales, who felt that he was being underestimated, blushed and shrugged. "I mean, yes, I know."
"The Iron Blood King died in battle, the last line of defense was lost, the ancient orcs invaded the south on a large scale, and the ancient chauvinistic countries were destroyed. These marked the end of the uncivilized era of humans and the beginning of the era of kings … I remember now." Thales sighed. "Ah, I really miss history lessons."
But he then frowned strangely.
"But what does the Iron Blood King have to do with the curse?"
Silver Shadowman shook his head, causing the light and shadows of the rocks around him to tremble.
"This is a tragic thing from ancient times. It is cruel and sorrowful. You do not need to know the details."
Thales narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
The man's facial features froze slightly. He looked as if he sighed.
"You only need to know that this is a sin committed by a group of noble people.
They embraced hope and love and tried their best to save the world, but in the end, they made a grave mistake, and the consequences will be endless. "
His next sentence caused Thales to inhale slightly again.
"Even the wizards avoid mentioning it. It is a taboo."
Thales froze slightly. Even his breathing shuddered.
"Wizards?"
Thales stared at Silver Shadowman in front of him in surprise. He began to doubt his identity again. "Is this related to them?"
Silver Shadowman turned his head around. Ripples of flowing light appeared on his silver armor.
"Not only are they related, but they are also the main characters in it."
His voice became piercingly cold and solemn.
"The Iron Blood King's curse is a disaster brought about by magic, and it is also the cause of wizards going astray."
Thales continued to stare at him in surprise.
'That's right. If this person is from the era of the Empire, before the Battle of Eradication, then he definitely knows about magic and wizards …'
But before he could ask further questions, Silver Shadowman spoke again.
Silver Shadowman turned to the dark cave and said in a low voice, "Because of this curse and this mistake, many of the dead, no matter what their names were when they were alive, and where they belonged, their souls were locked in this Black Track before they went to Hell's River. They could not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"If life is a long rope, then they live in a dead knot. They neither advance nor retreat, and they are the most pitiful and tragic existences."
Thales remembered the colorful male soul of the deceased. He remembered his strange face when he sneered at him, and he could not help but feel his heart tremble.
"So, they … did not die?"
Silver Shadowman shook his head and denied it. "Death is not terrifying. What is truly terrifying is not being able to move forward after you die."
"What do you mean?"
"Death is the disappearance of both the physical body and the soul." The man in the silver light raised his palm gently. The silver light formed a human figure on his hand, indicating to Thales the separation of the soul and the physical body. "And these souls of the deceased … they lost their physical bodies. They do not have a shell, and they do not have a carrier to carry their senses and memories.
"But because of the curse, they left behind souls that should not have been able to survive alone."
Silver Shadowman's words became more solemn, and the echoes in his voice grew louder. "This means that over a long period of time, these souls of the deceased, who should have disappeared but have mysteriously remained, are unable to create new memories. They also continue to forget their memories of the past. It is difficult for them to distinguish themselves from others, and the past from the present.
"To them, the past has become an illusion, and the future is meaningless. They do not know where they came from, and they do not know where they are going."
He enunciated each word clearly.
"They are no longer who they used to be. They have become something else, some other monster."
Silver Shadowman stopped his explanation and stared at Thales, as if he was pointing at him to give a positive response.
Thales widened his eyes in disbelief. He tried his best to digest this mysterious knowledge.
'But …
'Please.
'This, this is not scientific …'
"It doesn't seem to be good." Thales braced himself and resisted the urge to ask for more details and ridicule Silver Shadowman's imagination.
"So, erm, this curse, these souls of the deceased … are going to continue like this forever? They won't run out of battery or something — "
Silver Shadowman interrupted him with a light snort.
"This is the worse part," the man said calmly but seriously, "These souls of the deceased are stuck between life and death. One side of them is connected to the living, while the other is connected to the deceased. They are affected by both sides at the same time, and they can also affect both sides in turn."
Thales recalled the 'haunted' incident on their way here just now, and his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
"For example, not long ago, there were countless deaths on the surface. A new round of death and despair, a new round of greed and madness, a new round of hatred and stubbornness. All of these affected the souls of the deceased in the Black Track deeply," Silver Shadowman said quietly as he retracted his palm.
Thales was puzzled at first, then he raised his eyebrows.
'What?'
"Countless deaths?"
The teenager did not understand and asked, "I don't understand. This … this is the interior of the Cliff of the Sky, the underground rock stratum of Dragon Clouds City."
Thales shook his head. "What do you mean by 'countless deaths' on the surface —"
But he was startled, and he stopped himself from saying the words that were about to escape his mouth.
A street full of ruins floated past Thales' eyes. Gleeward and Kurtz's faces flashed past his mind.
He remembered something, and his eyes widened in shock.
'No way?
'That means …'
"Wait, 'not long ago'? I think I know … "
Thales had a look of realization and shock on his face. He subconsciously whispered, "Six years ago, the calamity descended on Dragon Clouds City …
"Shield District has been destroyed. Over there … That's right, countless … deaths."
He finished his sentence stiffly.
As he spoke, Thales noticed that the light on Silver Shadowman's body flickered rapidly.
The surroundings were still dark. Due to the flickering of the silver light, the cave instantly looked a lot more bizarre.
After a long time, Silver Shadowman spoke again.
"Is that so?"
Silver Shadowman's light was a little dim, as if it was a clear indication of his mood.
"This has happened before. War, famine, plague, disaster, and the pain of the living injected new nutrients into the souls of the deceased. Not only did it prevent them from dispersing, it also allowed them to strengthen themselves in the endless darkness, turning them into the most pitiful and detestable deformed forms that continued to drift in this cage.
"At the same time, the terrifying curse also became stronger. The cycle continued, binding the souls of the deceased even tighter, making them unable to free themselves. They even relied on each other until now." The man shook his head gently.
"It is difficult to move forward, unable to free themselves, and unable to surpass it."
Thales leaned against the rock wall behind him and let out a long sigh.
"It affects both the living and the dead, and it can last forever …
"It does sound terrible."
Silver Shadowman folded his arms like a human and leaned against the rock wall in a familiar manner.
This action made him seem a lot friendlier. He no longer had that aloof and unreasonable demeanor.
"It has been thousands of years. In the face of the Iron Blood King's curse, the Three Great Magic Towers have done their best to revolve around this mistake. Countless wizards have come and gone one after another."
When Thales heard the familiar term, he immediately pricked up his ears.
Silver Shadowman seemed to be sighing. He swayed his silver head gently, and his black facial features moved slightly. "But every single time they tried to research and uncover the secret, they tried their best to make up for it and correct it, but they only pushed this terrible mistake, which was already terrible to begin with, into an even more terrible abyss, and caused even more terrible consequences."
His voice sank to the bottom of the valley.
"And even brought about the end of the world."
Thales was dumbfounded as he listened.
In the face of this bizarre Silver Shadowman, he shook his head firmly. "The end of the world? I don't understand.
"Is it … that serious?"
Silver Shadowman snorted coldly.
He slowly turned to the teenager. There seemed to be an indescribable power gathered in his black eyes, causing Thales' heart to sink.
"You are still too young, Jadestar.
"You don't know," Silver Shadowman said faintly. "You were not told, and you did not notice.
"You are not ready to face the mission that belongs to you."
Thales frowned. "What?"
Silver Shadowman raised his voice slightly, and visible ripples appeared in the light. It was as if he was chuckling.
But in the next moment, his black facial features immediately relaxed.
Silver light gathered again on the man's body, and it instantly shone brightly!
Silver Shadowman left the rock wall, put down his arms, and quietly looked at a corner of the cave.
Thales, who sensed that something was off, quickly stood up and asked warily, "What's wrong?"
Silver Shadowman's reply was very simple.
"They're here."
That one sentence caused Thales' nerves to tense up.
As Silver Shadowman spoke, a barely discernible chill crept up Thales' spine.
He raised his head anxiously and looked around the rock wall around him. Soon, he noticed that something was wrong.
A black fog that could be seen with the naked eye seeped out from the surrounding rock walls and tainted the narrow cave. Every time the black fog seeped out, the area that Silver Shadowman's light could illuminate became a little smaller.
It was like an insect that devoured light.
Thales felt his skin crawl as he watched the black fog increase. He instinctively shrank back.
He had seen this fog before.
Just now.
"This is the true form of the curse," Silver Shadowman reminded him coldly.
"Don't touch them."
Thales frowned. "Urk … Good idea."
Very soon, withered and rotten faces and arms of strange colors extended from the walls of the cave where the black fog was the densest.
Thales gritted his teeth. As the light became weaker, he could not see the souls of the deceased in the distance clearly. However, the teenager no longer dared to activate the Sin of Hell's River, afraid that he would attract another disaster.
"But didn't you chase them away just now?" He wisely moved closer to Silver Shadowman, even though the latter had almost killed him just now.
Silver Shadowman clenched his fists, and the light became brighter.
"For thousands of years, the terrifying curse caused countless terrifying souls of the deceased to gather in this place." Silver Shadowman's tone might have been stern, but there was not much fluctuation in it. It was as if he was used to it.
"Most of them withered away with the passage of time, but there were still a few who escaped the calamity of time and retained quite a bit of rationality. They are very unique.
"Powerful, terrifying, and difficult to deal with.
"Some of them can even exchange blows with me."
Silver Shadowman turned his head swiftly and looked at the darkest corner of the cave.
"Like this."
Thales followed Silver Shadowman's "gaze" and looked at the corner. His face instantly turned pale.
A face appeared on the rock wall.
'It's it.
'It's it again.'
It opened its withered lips again, and its teeth, which were the color of rust, appeared from the rock wall.
It was still dressed in ancient armor, had complicated braids, and had protruding white eyes. It was still in the dark, but its body was still brightly colored.
'It's the first soul of the deceased to appear.
'The most unique soul of the deceased.
'It's also …'
'It's also Kurtz's murderer,' Thales thought in his heart.
Compared to the other souls of the deceased who only dared to climb the rock wall and did not dare to get too close to the silver light, this unique soul of the deceased released endless cursed black fog. It completely left the rock wall and floated in the air.
It floated towards the center of the silver light.
Thales tensed up!
The soul of the deceased lifted its head. Its white eyes shone with a faint green light as it looked at them.
Thales bit his lower lip and grabbed the dagger by his waist.
Even though he did not know whether it would be useful.
However, this time, this unique soul of the deceased looked at Silver Shadowman.
The language of the Ancient Empire, which had turned from unfamiliar to familiar, rang in Thales' ears again with a melancholy and profound charm.
"You …
"It's you again.
"Northlander."
'Northlander …'
Thales curiously looked at Silver Shadowman beside him, and he once again raised his speculations about his identity.
The muscles on the withered face of the soul of the deceased trembled slightly. It shook its head. This human-like action made it seem like it was remembering something.
"Why don't you give up?
"Why don't you join us?
"Why do you resist?"
Silver Shadowman shook his head. The silver light on his body focused, and the area it shone on became much smaller, but it became even more piercing and dazzling.
It chased away a few wisps of black fog that were about to approach them.
"General Linka."
The man in the silver light had a relaxed attitude, but he used the language of the Ancient Empire with great familiarity. "You were once a great warrior, a powerful opponent, and a brutal executioner.
But at that time, you were at least a human.
"And now, the curse has already affected most of your mind," Silver Shadowman said with a cold snort. "You have long since ceased to be yourself.
"How sad."
Thales widened his eyes and looked at the soul of the deceased with clear colors, then at Silver Shadowman.
'Between them …'
The soul of the deceased named General Linka bared its terrifying teeth and growled.
"Northlander."
"You relied on the power of that outdated god to last until now …
"But the power of this curse is far beyond your imagination."
The soul of the deceased's cold laughter traveled into his ears. Black fog surrounded his armor, but it did not block the colors and decorations on it.
The surroundings grew darker.
It was like an inner room where the lights were about to be extinguished.
"Northlander, it is already very difficult for you to even maintain your own mind, and you still want to continue suppressing us?
"You will not be able to last forever. I can feel your power … No, the power that the god gave you is weakening."
Silver Shadowman snorted softly and did not speak.
'Outdated god?
Weakening? '
In the darkness, Thales cast a glance at the soul of the deceased's miserable appearance, and he could not help but feel his skin crawl.
He cast another glance at Silver Shadowman and prayed in his heart. No matter what the latter was, whether he was a god or a demon, he hoped that this silver sadist would still be powerful.
The soul of the deceased continued to speak in the language of the Ancient Empire.
"You will not be able to suppress us and this curse forever.
"You are also a dead person. You will not be able to last forever.
"You will not be able to last forever."
An indescribable, dark light shone in the white eyes of the deceased.
"But we … we will never die, and the curse will never end.
"The war on the surface will never end. Death and blood will be fresh every day. We will be nourishment for you endlessly …
"There will come a day when you will join us and …
"You will become an existence that will never die."
As if in response, the other souls of the deceased around him opened their mouths and let out cold roars that rose and fell one after another.
The voice echoed in the cave. Coupled with the strange black fog and the increasingly dim light, Thales felt a chill run down his spine.
"Your greatest sorrow, General." Silver Shadowman turned his head and flexed his wrist joints, which were formed by silver light. He looked like a hooligan who was about to join a fight. "Is that you often forget that you have long since died."
Thales had a feeling that if it were not for the silver light on his body, which indicated that this person was extraordinary, Silver Shadowman would not be any different from a normal person.
Thales coughed and tried to join the conversation in the language of the Ancient Empire. "You … know each other?"
"Of course.
"The chief general of the Final Empire's Fourteenth Army." The man's black mouth slowly widened, as if he was sneering. "Cain Camur Linka.
People call him the Snow Butcher. "
Thales stared at the soul of the deceased before him in disbelief. He stared at his terrifying face.
'The Final … Empire?
'So, this General Kay-something should have been dead for … how many years?'
"I remember his name, his title, his deeds."
Silver Shadowman stared at the soul of the deceased in the air from a distance. His tone was solemn. "Even better than me remembering my own past."
[Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.]
The soul of the dead, Cain Camur, opened his frighteningly dry lips and laughed coldly in the cursed black fog.
[Likewise.]
[One day, we will return to this world and rebuild the glorious past of the Empire.]
"And you, Northlander who overestimates yourself, you will eventually fail."
Silver Shadowman stared at him coldly. He did not move, and neither did he say a word.
[You will ultimately … fail.]
At the same time, with endless hatred and resentment, the countless souls on the rock wall opened their mouths and let out deafening, cold howls. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Thales tensed up and instinctively covered his ears.
Silver Shadowman stood his ground without fear. He even took a step forward and blocked Thales' way.
The black fog surrounding Cain Camur suddenly increased in size, blocking out the countless silver lights and covering the entire cave.
[You will ultimately fail.]
In the next second, with endless black fog around him, the withered and rotten face of the Empire's general, Cain Camur, who had passed away many years ago, instantly appeared in front of them!
Thales was shocked!
His vision suddenly darkened.
The roaring General of the Deceased pounced on Silver Shadowman in an aggressive manner.
The teenager's vision immediately darkened until he could no longer see his surroundings clearly.
In the dark cave, the shrill cries of the souls of the deceased rang in his ears. Thales could not help but feel terrified.
Among them, the Empire's general repeatedly growled in a low voice. It was chilling. [You will ultimately fail …]
In the next moment, the black fog completely enveloped Silver Shadowman.
Not a single inch was spared. Not a single inch was spared.
The last ray of light finally disappeared from Thales' vision.
Only darkness was left.
And the general's whispers. [Echs …
[You will ultimately …]
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