The one who discovered the changes in Helm's underworld was none other than the guardian of Hull's Gate. Oh, no, it was now called Hell's Gate, Garm.
This vicious dog had been awakened in its sleep by the increasingly exuberant power of death in Helm's underworld.
Without a doubt, as a powerhouse who managed a huge world and made it flourish with each passing day, its ability to manage Helm's underworld was far superior to that of Death God Hull.
In a short hundred years, not only had the power of Helm's underworld increased by a hundred times, but it had also increased by dozens of times.
The bountiful amount of souls attracted the attention of the blood-spotted giant dog.
It crawled out of the magic cave.
Its eyes stared at the countless wraiths wandering outside the nine rivers of the underworld.
The current Helm's underworld was completely different from the previous Helm's underworld.
Although Helm's underworld was known as the final land of death, it had always been a passive attraction to souls.
Helm's underworld had a strange power. After the death of the mortal world's creatures, Helm's underworld had a natural attraction to them, attracting and calling the souls of the dead creatures.
However, this attraction wasn't very useful sometimes. Many places were shrouded in the light of the gods, and the gods hated the final land. Usually, they would rather the souls disperse and return to heaven and earth than allow them to enter Helm's underworld.
Only a few vengeful souls and wraiths could be lured over by Hull's subordinate, Death God Hull, who personally sent his Divine Servants.
Of course, in the past, perhaps because it was afraid of Death God Hull's majesty, or because it looked down on the twos and threes of wandering souls in Helm's underworld, this vicious dog would only occasionally eat a few unlucky souls who ran to the edge of the magic cave.
But now, Helm's underworld was no longer a bumpy, lean old skeleton.
Not only was its flesh glossy now, but it was also fat.
This vicious dog couldn't hold back the savagery in its heart and began to devour in a small area.
At first, Qin Feng didn't notice this kind of small-scale devouring.
But after a few times, Qin Feng's divine clone discovered it.
Immediately, it was reported to the main body in Death's palace.
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The huge Boneyard Plain was filled with piles of white bones. Countless skeletons were shuttling back and forth in a daze.
These skeletons didn't have any spiritual intelligence. They only had turbid instincts. Their white skeletons were constantly buffeted by the chilly wind. Whenever the chilly wind blew, these skeletons would instinctively wake up, and the soul flames in their eye sockets would wander out.
If they were lucky enough, their soul flames would be able to withstand the sharp, cold wind. Then, they would be able to turn their gray soul flames back to their original white color, which would activate their instinct to become stronger and devour their own kind.
They would become Skeletal Knights, Skeletal Lords, and even Skeletal Kings under the Grim Reaper.
It wasn't just the Skeletons. Aside from the skeletons, there were also zombies roaming the plains. Those cumbersome zombies were hiding in zombie caves.
Every night, he would crawl out of the zombie cave and absorb the essence of the night moon outside of Hai Mu's Netherworld.
Compared to the Skeleton Clan and the Zombie Clan, you are undoubtedly much stronger.
With a body that was as hard as metal and stone, even the lowest level gray-haired zombies could easily kill the wandering skeletons.
However, the Zombie Clan wasn't the most powerful creature in Hai Mu's Netherworld.
The Abominations wrapped in stinking shrouds were naturally superior to the Zombies. There were also the Undead Knights and Black Knights. They were much superior to the Zombies.
However, the top of the food chain in Hai Mu's Netherworld was still the Dracolich.
Those Dracolich were originally the mutants of death born after the death of the Giant Dragons. Once awakened, they were born with tyrannical strength and were mobile magic turrets.
Moreover, any Dracolich would be a Lord when they attacked.
They could easily launch the Death Worship.
The blood-spotted giant dog, Garm, seemed to have a preference for bones. It had eaten the Zombies before. They were disgusting and smelly.
There were also the Abominations. Those big guys were extremely tall and looked fleshy. When it first saw them, it was quite curious and swallowed one. But to be honest, the taste wasn't very good.
Now that it thought about it, this huge evil dog with blood-red spots all over its body was a little disgusting.
As for the Undead Knights and Black Knights, these monsters rode white bone horses that burned with countless hellish flames.
Oh.
They seemed to be called Nightmares.
The taste was not bad, and the quality of the soul was also very good. But they were all ghostly and extremely fast. It was not easy to catch them, and it was easy to alarm the Death God's servants.
The blood-spotted giant dog, Garm, now favored two major races, the Skeletons and the Dracolich.
The Skeletons were huge in number and enough to eat.
But the shortcomings were also obvious.
The blood-spotted giant dog, Garm, felt that the soul power was too weak. Some of the smaller ones were not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.
There were also Monarch Rank existences.
To be honest, the reason why it fell in love with the Skeletons was that Garm had once eaten a Skeletons King.
To be honest, that Skeletons King tasted excellent. It was crunchy and not inferior to the gods of the Asir Clan in the Divine Palace.
The quality of the soul was also quite good.
The only drawback was that there were too few of them.
The last time it ate one, it had tried to catch a few more for a sumptuous meal. Who would have thought that it was the only Skeletons King in Hai Mu's Netherworld.
Now Garm had a plan. It intended to let go of those Skeletons Lords for the time being.
Take care of them.
Well, compared to the Skeletons Kings, the taste of the Skeletons Lords was still a little lacking.
His gaze now fell on the group of Dracolich.
Not only did the Dracolich taste good, but there were also a lot of them.
The territory of the Dracolich was in the Dragon Ridge.
The terrain there was extremely high. Some Dracolich liked to go in pairs and go to one of the nine rivers in the Netherworld to take a bath.
That river was called Slider. It had a strange ability to eat the flesh and skin of the Dracolich.
It had the effect of preventing decay.
Some Dracolich liked to soak in it.
They did not like the horrifying appearance of their white bones.
It was probably their last trace of attachment to their lives after death.
The blood-spotted giant dog, Garm, was a cunning guy.
It was greedy, cruel, and full of treacherous wisdom back then.
After it learned some of the habits of the Dracolich, it ambushed at the mouth of the river called Slider. Once a Dracolich came, it would go up and swallow it.
Of course, Garm understood the principle of free-range.
It was not to kill them all. Usually, it would eat one batch and let another batch go.
Small streams flow long!
The sudden disappearance of a small group of Dracolich not only gave it a good meal, but also would not make the Dracolich suspicious and not dare to come again.
After all, although Dracolich groups were in groups, most of them were disorganized and extremely selfish.
According to past practice, Garm once again ambushed at the mouth of Slider early and waited for the arrival of the Dracolich.
But this time, unexpectedly, Garm did not wait for the Dracolich to take a bath. Instead, it saw a strange god in a black robe flying down from a distance.
The giant blood-spotted giant dog was a little surprised.
A god came here to take a bath.
But it was good. The taste of the gods of the Immortal Palace was not worse than that of the Dracolich.
The godly spirit in front of him seemed to have a very pure godly power, so it shouldn't taste bad!
Garm narrowed its eyes and opened its bloody mouth. The next moment, it rushed out like a bloody hole and shrouded the black-robed god.
Garm was so excited that he couldn't wait to taste the food that was right in front of his mouth.
However, the strange thing was that the black-robed god was not afraid as it imagined. Instead, it showed a strange expression.
What kind of expression was that?
Garm was a little puzzled, but it did not care. Anyway, it would eat first!
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