In the world of Magic Wood Porcelain Plate, Feng Qinglang has accompanied the undead wizard named Ribit through many battles. They followed an undead monarch named Keldodo and set out from the forbidden land of the ancient battlefield to break through the human barrier.

The Holy Light Defense Line penetrates deep into the heart of the human world. Wherever it goes, life is devastated, and the undead natural disasters become the black torrent of this era.

The undead canopy is like the giant hand of death, always covering their heads, allowing them to fight day and night, depriving the souls of the creatures wherever they go, allowing their bodies to become new warriors, and continue to move forward.

Expedition ahead.

Feng Qinglang couldn't tell the time clearly, maybe ten years had passed, or maybe twenty years had passed, but he knew that this kind of time passage and the time he was originally familiar with were two different concepts of rules.

After a long period of training, he has been able to discern where the dangerous thinking line is. Once that line is broken, the spiritual world will collapse. Once behind that line, he can

Think about the basic rules of this world and learn the use of weapons and power in this world.

Of course, on the surface, he is still just a relatively smart skeleton, the beloved toy of the necromancer named Ribit.

As Ribit's undead attendant, he watched the other person change from a middle-aged man to an old man now. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and there were signs of decay in some places...

He watched the other party grow from an ordinary necromancer, to the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, to ordering the massacre of the city for the first time, and personally setting up the undead canopy...

He watched the other party stabbing a black knife into the heart of his good friend Sirens in order to fight for a piece of the Undead Artifact. Or did he order Feng Qinglang to handle the funeral and bury the undead wizard who had witnessed his birth together?

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As the rules gradually merged, Feng Qinglang felt that the dangerous line of thinking was getting weaker and weaker and would become nothing at any time. He understood that by then, he would be able to think unscrupulously and understand who he was.

Where is this again?

An ancient palace built of black crystal stone, extremely large in scale. In its main hall, Ribit looked at the gray sky in the distance beyond the gate and said nothing for a long time.

Feng Qinglang stared with the other person. He was used to it. It was a very unique and gorgeous sky called the Sky of the Dead. It seemed that there was always a pair of invisible hands outlining the gray smoke and clouds, which could always form dreamy scenes.

The picture is more abstract than the sand painting. Like now, it outlines clusters of coral surrounded by dancing snowflakes.

Ribit suddenly stood up. He was very old. Especially with the aura of the undead accompanying him all year round, he seemed to have been drained of life. He was just a walking corpse in human form. He slowly walked towards the outside of the main hall. The two sides of the main hall were neatly arranged.

The undead guards who lined up immediately knelt down wherever he went.

Feng Qinglang was accustomed to following him and followed him outside the hall.

There is a huge bone dragon entrenched on the platform outside the main hall. This is the undead pet summoned by Ribit himself. Feng Qinglang vaguely remembers that Ribit was in a good mood for a few days at that time, but now, Ribit is just facing it impatiently.

The bone dragon reached towards his head, waved his sleeves, and the bone dragon flew up, kicking up a burst of sand and dust, and flew to the top of the hall to take up residence, returning to its lifeless entrenched state.

Ribit came to the fence at the end of the platform and looked at the vast land under the canopy of the dead. On that black land were dry streams, just like the wrinkles on his own forehead, recording the vicissitudes of time.

The ruins of a human aristocratic manor in dilapidated places have completely lost their former prosperity and color. They can only silently protest and recount the glory of the past.

Ribit said slowly: "My life is coming to an end, and I must make a choice."

Feng Qinglang listened silently. Over the years, he has long been accustomed to this. He is Ribit's only confidant. He has learned the language of this world and even talked secretly to judge whether he can pronounce accurate phonetic symbols.

, but in front of Ribit, he had to shut up. He didn't want to change himself from a beloved toy to a beloved experiment.

Of course, Ribit would not expect what the skeleton next to him would say to him. He continued: "I can choose to become a lich, and my life will be much longer, but this is a risky choice. According to the experience of my ancestors,

Experience, the success rate of the lich ritual is very low, it is a last resort choice..."

With his hands that were as dull as ghost claws, he tightly grasped the black crystal guardrail in front of him, and said solemnly: "So, I give priority to lighting the divine fire... To light the divine fire, you need fragments of the godhead, our great commander,

Master Kelduoduo, he has reached the critical point of his life. He has a fragment of the godhead in his hand, and he also gives priority to lighting the divine fire. I don't want him to successfully light the divine fire to watch the ceremony. I was selected as a guest, but I am actually a senior guard...

"

Ribit suddenly looked at Feng Qinglang, grabbed the guardrail with both hands even harder, and said fiercely: "Once I have the opportunity, I will choose to take action. There must be many people who have this idea. In any case, the person who ignited the divine fire must be

Me, not Keldodo, or anyone else."

Eight majestic warrior stone sculptures guarded both sides of the avenue respectfully like knights. Only they can prove the supreme glory of this once-existing human dynasty, while everything else was completely destroyed by the great undead monarch.

Keldodo was completely demolished and rebuilt.

Including the sapphire-paved avenue at the feet of Feng Qinglang and Ribit, the bone dragon riding on it can only stay outside this road. The palace of the great undead monarch only allows humble people to enter on foot.

They walked on this road full of light, as if they were infinitely small existences. Ribit completely put away his unruliness, put his hands in his sleeves, like an old man in his old age, staggering, slowly walking towards the monarch in the distance.

Go to the palace.

Feng Qinglang's weapons were also taken away, and he followed closely half a step behind Ribit. On the other side of him was another servant brought by Ribit, a high-level undead knight, walking like a machine.

The two undead guards, as Ribit's personal followers, received the supreme honor of watching Kelduoduo become a god.

The door made of gray, red and dark colors is covered with spikes, and the green light is shining, giving it a sharp and ferocious feeling. Undead warriors in full leather armor line up on both sides of the door, standing so straight that it makes people feel uneasy.

Doubtful, they can stand until the end.

A large number of top-level undead creatures were hovering on the roofs of various palaces. There were several existences like bone dragons. These undead creatures all stared eagerly at Ribit who walked into the palace complex, and the two others behind him.

Undead Guard.

Ribit's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he couldn't feel the slightly hostile gazes at all, and he just continued to move forward slowly along Sapphire's path.
Chapter completed!