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In the world of death where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are king, Gris is a fragile existence. He is a skeleton, the lowest-level half-body skeleton.

Skeletons are the lowest level of life in the dead world. Just like an ant in the human world, they are at the bottom of the food chain. Any immortal life has enough ability to tear the skeleton into pieces and absorb that little bit of soul fire to strengthen their bodies.

Even so, skeletons are still the most common undead creatures in the Death World, mainly due to their huge number. The Death World is full of scattered bones. Just a slight free soul fire can produce a skeleton.

This is how Gris was born, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time. When he was born, there were no complete bones that formed the body around him. Gris could only combine half of his body and turned into a broken half-body skeleton.

From his birth to now, Gris has survived for countless years, perhaps hundreds of years, or thousands of years. Gris has no idea how many years he has survived. He only knows that from the beginning of his birth, the strongest man in this territory, the Skeleton Lord, has replaced nineteen.

Every undead creature has its own fixed living space, every territory has its own lord, and the same goes for skeletons. The skeleton lord is the strongest man in command of this territory and the king of all skeletons in this territory. However, even the most powerful existence will disappear. When more powerful beings such as the Black Knight, the Corpse Witch King, the Ghost Monster and other more powerful beings appear in the territory, the strongest man in the territory is often their primary target.

No matter how powerful a skeleton is, it cannot be an opponent of the Black Knight, let alone the corpse witch king and ghost demon who are more powerful than the Black Knight, so the fate of the Skeleton Lord is destined to be tragic.

Gris is just a fragile half-body skeleton. Logically speaking, such a fragile existence cannot survive for too long. There are too many enemies in the land of death, such as zombies, lichs, black warriors, ghosts, and even the same kind, each of which is a potential opponent.

When high-level existences come to this territory to prey, fragile skeletons are the first cannon fodder to be the brunt of cannon fodder. Even if there are no foreign high-level existences, similar people in the territory will often attack their own people and absorb their soul fire to strengthen themselves. And broken skeletons like it are the primary targets of all similar people.

But miraculously, Gris survived and lived in an uncountable era. Nineteen lords changed, and the same people were updated countless times, but Gris was still the half-body skeleton.

Unconscious people wandered blindly in the territory. They didn't know how tired or how painful they were. They kept wandering around like this for a lifetime until one day they were destroyed by other beings or similar people. Even half-body skeletons would support their upper limbs and crawl forward continuously.

But Gris is a rather strange one. It always stays in its small cave. Even if it goes out, it will not leave the cave for a hundred meters. Usually, if there is another similar or advanced existence coming to it, it will drill into the cave, hide in the depths of the cave and lie motionless. At the same time, it will extinguish its soul fire and wake up again after the enemy leaves. It is with this move that Gris survived the age of nineteen lords.

When it is rare to be calm, Gris will climb to the entrance of the cave and lie on his back, staring blankly at the eternal darkness of the sky, and the soul fire in the depths of his eyes is constantly pounding.

Ordinary skeletons are born from free soul fire, but the soul fire will also be extinguished. If the soul fire is weakened, the skeletons will also be hungry. At this time, they will instinctively attack their kind around them, and then absorb their soul fire to fill their hunger. This feeling of strengthening themselves is very wonderful. Some skeletons fall in love with this feeling, and when they are not hungry, they will take the initiative to attack their kind to strengthen themselves. If they are lucky, they will grow slowly until one day they surpass the strongest person in this territory and become the new skeleton lord.

But Gris is strange. He has never hurt a person of his kind before, but he will not be hungry. He stays in his cave forever. He pretends to die when someone comes, and he is dazed when no one comes. The dead days pass by day by day.

A strange fluctuation woke Gris in a daze. He looked out of the cave, then turned around and crawled into the depths of the cave. The cave was very small, and the depth was so narrow that it could only accommodate a half-body skeleton crawling in. When the intelligence-free skeleton crawled, he would stick his knees up, so that even the whole body skeleton could not crawl inside. Here, Gris was very safe.

As soon as it lay down, the soul fire in its eyes darkened. At this time, a sound of horse hooves sounded outside the cave. It was a majestic Hell Flame Horse, with a dark body, strong limbs, and extremely majestic. His eyes and four hooves were burning.

This is an undead creature located at the top of the food chain in the Dead World. It is strong and powerful. Even the zombie king who is dominant with his power is not an opponent of ordinary flame horses. Moreover, it also knows how to use the terrifying skill of Hell Lava. Once used, it will turn into a sea of ​​hot lava within a radius of hundreds of meters.

The mature flame horse will eventually grow into a nightmare, a terrifying creature that can match the demon dragon.

The flame horse outside the cave is not yet mature, but even so, the skeletons in the entire territory will not be the opponent of this horse. For this creature located at the top of the food chain in the Death World, the skeletons are too fragile.

But at this moment, this terrifying creature was just a mount. It was sitting on it with a tall and crystal-white skin. This woman had long purple shawl hair and purple eyes, and was a demon.

The demon race is a kind of creature living in the demon world, with different bodies and a dominant position. The demon race with a human appearance is a world of unprepared defense. The creatures of any plane can reach here through special abilities. Of course, crossing the plane requires strong strength and a deep understanding of different planes, otherwise it is easy to get lost in the vortex of time and space.

Being able to come to the world of death alone shows that this demon clan has extremely powerful strength.

The demon woman came to the entrance of the cave where Gris was hiding, leaned over and looked at it, and suddenly saw Gris lying in the cave. At this moment, Gris extinguished the fire of his soul, looking like a broken bone that could be seen everywhere in the world of death.

The demon woman frowned slightly, exclaimed softly, and a puzzled look appeared on her face: "Why are she skeletons? She clearly felt the soul fluctuations just now!?"

A skeleton could not arouse the interest of the demon women. In addition, the cave was small and deep, and the demon women did not even have the interest to check it out. They looked around and then left. The moment she left, a faint fire flashed in Gris's eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but Gris woke up again and crawled out of the cave with his body. He felt that the world had changed and he could no longer feel the same kind of breath in the territory. Even the powerful aura like a light in the territory, the skeleton lord, disappeared. It was obvious that all the skeletons in the territory were destroyed. This was not a predation, but a massacre, otherwise the same kind in the territory would not die so clean. At this time, Gris remembered the demon woman.

However, Gris is not sad. As long as there is a slight free fire, a skeleton can be produced. In no time, the entire territory will be filled with many similar species again. Moreover, if all the similar species in the territory die, the predators will not come here to find food. In this way, there are no predators and no fierce similar species, Gris should be able to live a stable life, so he is not sad at this moment, but he is a little lucky.

Turning back and crawling back into the cave, Gris used his gray fingers to draw a trace on the wall of the cave. There were already nineteen such traces, representing the nineteen disappeared skeleton lords.

Day after day, the ever-dark sky has been light and dark for dozens of times, which means that dozens of days have passed. The aura of similar people in the territory has increased, so Gris began to repeatedly avoid similar people's lives. Although these similar people were just born and still have weak strength, Gris still lived very carefully.

On that day, Gris was lying on the entrance of the cave, staring blankly at the sky, and suddenly a strong wave formed around it, and a dark hole opened.

Gris recognized this thing. It appeared in the territory many times. Every time he sucked one or a dozen skeletons of varying numbers. Soon after, he sent them back with scars. Some could come back, and some would never come back.

Gris has observed this thing many times and found that it always looks for the strongest skeletons in the territory except the lord to suck. Usually, it never paid attention to Gris, a half-disabled skeleton. But at this moment, except for the newly born new skeletons in the territory, only Gris has the strongest ability. After all, it always lived for the longevity skeletons of the 20 generations of skeleton lords, and its strength is even stronger than the newly born skeletons.

So the dark hole came to it, and Gris didn't react, staring blankly at the black hole and sucked himself in.
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