Chapter 131: The Consciousness Carrying a Dead

Looking at the time again, this memory was a few hundred years ago, because the undead creatures have no idea of ​​time, which was still speculated by Gris, and maybe it might be even longer.

It was a question whether the crack still existed or not.

After reading it several times, he could not find a clear direction in his memory. Gris had to wait for it to wake up. Some animals could determine the direction based on their own breath. Low-level skeletons also had this instinct. Maybe it could still remember the place that place.

It took dozens of minutes before the silver skeleton came to his senses completely. When he looked at Gris, his soul unconsciously brought a hint of awe. In addition to the soul's oath, Gris's strength truly conquered its heart.

Two soul magic plus three low-level magic easily conquered a silver-level skeleton. Gris's current strength has increased dramatically compared to when he had never been to the human world, and this was only a short year.

Low-level undead creatures will more directly obey the commands of creatures that are stronger than them. When Gris shows such strength that is far beyond it, he will not resist casually even without the constraints of the soul vows.

They were skeletons between them, and Gris communicated with it very directly. Gris turned his memory directly to that paragraph, and then pointed to that place and asked where it was.

But unfortunately, because the time was too long, even the Silver Skeleton itself forgot the location of that place.

After finally getting a little clue about the space rift, Gris was unwilling to give up so easily. He carefully asked about the range of movement of the silver skeleton.

Generally, low-level undead creatures will not easily leave their familiar places because there are too many dangers in strange places. Just like Gris, he has never left his territory before he was summoned to the human world.

So if this silver skeleton is not surprised, it should not leave its familiar range of activities, which means that the rift is nearby.

But even if an ordinary skeleton has a range of dozens of square kilometers, finding a space crack in this dense smoke that is unknown whether it has been opening is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What I fear most is that this rift is the same as the one in the deep pit of the Demon Flame Grass, which only opens for a few dozen seconds at a time. If you want to find it, you really have to take your luck.

However, in the memory of the Silver Skeleton, Gris still found some useful memories.

It turns out that in the thick fog, undead creatures also have the concept of a settlement. In the denser the dead smoke, the denser the number of undead creatures will be, and the number in the rest is much smaller. No wonder I only encountered a silver skeleton after walking for a long time, but I didn’t see any of the more ordinary skeletons. It turned out that they were all hiding in the settlement.

The closest settlement here is two kilometers away in front. Under the leadership of the silver skeleton, Gris carefully followed behind and slowly approached the settlement.

Murlando has occupied the stone forest of rebirth for a long time. Even the depth of the smoke is his territory. In his territory, it is impossible for an overly powerful existence to appear.

Ordinary skeleton zombies can live in dense fog, but if they are too powerful, such as golden skeletons, tin zombies, etc., their powerful souls are the most conspicuous targets. Even if they hide in the depths of the thick fog, they will definitely not be able to hide the perception of Murlando. When a soul that may exceed his control is born here, then this soul has only two choices: surrender, or die.

Hiding outside the settlement, Gris controlled the Wizard's Eye to search everywhere, but no undead creature at the lord level was discovered. With Gris' current strength, it was easy to deal with lord level zombie skeletons, but when facing the extremely tough golden skeleton or tin zombie, he was a little overwhelmed, so he had to be careful again.

In normal times, he can use floating technique to open up the distance, and these zombie skeletons cannot harm him. However, now in the thick fog, once floating technique is used, it will fly out of the thick fog, and there is a more terrifying existence waiting for him outside.

Without enough threatening him, Gris became much bolder and directed the silver skeleton to pounce directly on another silver skeleton.

Under the gravity technique, slow technique, and full-strength attack of the same kind of person with the same strength, another silver skeleton was quickly subdued and then was shot into the soul vow by Gris.

In order to distinguish these two skeletons, Gris gave them a name, namely Gin Dai and Ginji, and there will be Ginji, Ginji, and then Ginji. If all the undead creatures here are caught, no matter how many names are, they will simply be named with numbers.

This settlement is a rift valley trapped in the ground. The further down, the more the dead smoke becomes, the denser the undead creatures become.

Gris specializes in finding silver skeletons and bronze zombies. It took three days and three nights to destroy all the seventeen silver skeletons and thirteen iron zombies that could be found into the soul pledge. The silver skeletons were named from silver to silver seventeen, while the bronze zombies were led by steel teeth, and steel two to steel fourteen were arranged one after another.

Three days later, a team of completely silver skeletons and bronze zombies appeared in the Death World for the first time.

No one cares about the dedication of these low-level undead creatures in the Death World, they don’t need it. And even if they need it, these low-level undead creatures do not have the ability to dedicate their soul pledges.

It is estimated that only Gris can use this method to forcibly commit the soul vow into their souls.

He remembered the fire-type magic crystals in the deep pit. After Gris swept away all the lord-level undead creatures, he rushed back with them. When he left the Rift with all the undead creatures, the bottom of the Rift was in a relatively hidden place, and the soil was swaying, and a pale and withered face came out of the ground, looking at the direction where Gris left with his eyes flickering.

This is a lich, whose head is wrapped with a square leather scarf. The so-called swordsman bundle refers to a circle of soft cloth or leather bag on the forehead to reduce the friction of the iron helmet on the scalp when wearing a helmet.

This head bundle shows that the lich was likely to be a swordsman during his lifetime.

With his eyes flickeringly looking at the direction where Gris left for a while, the lich suddenly seemed to have made up some idea and quickly turned out from the ground. Whether it is a lich or a zombie, they are essentially corpse witches. The body is dry and tough after death, and the joints will not be too flexible.

However, this lich ran forward lightly with his stiff joints. Although his movements were strange, his speed was no less than that of a living creature. This shows that he had completely adapted to his life form and developed a new set of action methods.

Just as light and light, the lich quietly followed Gris away.

Murlando floated in the sky, feeling unconscious, and letting it tumbling. After more than ten days, he almost scattered all the undead creatures in the entire territory, but did not find Gris at all.

Thousands of undead creatures in the entire territory are too insignificant compared to the smoke area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers. Moreover, many low-level skeleton zombies have low intelligence and are lost in the smoke as they walk.

The more he couldn't catch Gris, the more he was so depressed that he couldn't vent his anger. The longer he was, the more he became more angry.

These dead-sleep smoke are the largest treasure house of his territory. Merlando is very familiar with its characteristics. If he could not catch someone a few days ago, then he would basically be a chance to catch him now. Even Merlando himself was at a loss with the smoke.

Of course, in order to lose some of the dead-end smoke, Murlando could turn the territory upside down, but is it worth it for such a guy? It is definitely not worth it. The dead-end smoke has accumulated to this scale for countless generations, and it is not worth it for any existence to suffer irreversible losses.

But beyond that, is there any way to catch the guy who made him angry? He has never suffered such a big loss for such a long life.

The most disgusting thing is that he was suffering from a guy with such a weak soul, which made him very ashamed. What's even more annoying is that he suffered a loss but could not find anyone to take revenge. If this revenge could be avenged on the spot, Murlando would not have been as angry as he is now.

Is there any way to catch that guy? Murlando, who was tumbling, thought in distress. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. The scattered black fog brush gathered into his body, and then dragged a clear track and flew towards the smoke area at the bottom of the thickest stone pillar in front.

This is where Murlando sleeps. A crack is cracked at the root of the thick stone pillar. The gap is wide and the interior is narrow, just facing the main air outlet of the territory.

When the dead-sleeping wind blows, the dead-sleeping smoke will continue to press into the gap under the pressure of the wind. It will be constantly pressed over the years, making the inside of the gap the most densely packed place of death. Sleeping in such a place will be twice the result with half the effort.

Since occupying this territory, Merlando has directly regarded this place as his nest. Usually, he would hide in it and sleep in it.

The gap is deeper and narrower the more you go in. As a dead soul, Murlando does not have high requirements for space. The narrow gap that ordinary people cannot pass through is no different from the wilderness for him.

At the end of the crack, an irregular square-shaped object the size of a fist was lying quietly.

This is a dark object that looks like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood, and cannot be seen in material. Its surface is ordinary and can easily be ignored when thrown on the ground. After Merlando floated in, he stopped in front of it.

Then, a regular fluctuation came out in Murlando's soul, as if calling for something to this unknown block.

Not long after, some fluctuations occurred in the unknown block and quickly increased. In the end, a consciousness was clearly shrouded in this narrow space.
Chapter completed!