500. Finally, if it is not the scene I saw in the first time I was attached to Samorson's spiritual Hun, then it is now the first time that Gris has felt the breath of Ankvas's body.

As familiar as before, it is just more real and domineering. It is overwhelming as soon as it appears, making people almost breathless.

A little extremely bright light slowly descends along the light column. The volume and brightness of the light far exceed the limit that the light column can accommodate. Outside the light passes, the light column collapses and collapses one by one.

In this way, the powerful sacred Lord God squeezed into the world of death through the building road constructed by the pillar of light.

Finally came. Gris looked at the powerful spot of light, and there was no trace of fear in his heart. Instead, he was full of expectations. Finally came...

In the second world of death, Samolson, who was sitting in the high-backed throne, suddenly opened his eyes.

The world of death that had been safe for several months did not calm down. In the hall of the Demon Tower, there were strange-shaped undead creatures lying all over the ground, including skeletons, corpse witches, and lich undead black warriors. The only thing in common is that these undead creatures all have completely saturated spiritual hun strength.

Every undead creature condensed into a complete sleep. Most of the bodies remained motionless like corpses, but a few corpses, lichs and witches still had instinctive convulsions, and they were all trapped in the illusion of the spirit.

The Second Dead World has developed to the peak of the undead world for tens of thousands of years under the protection of Samorson. His command has hundreds of thousands of golden skeletons, iron zombies, and thousands of upper undead creatures with spiritual huns reaching saturation. Even without the perverted existence of Gris, Samorson can lead his people to fight against the Holy Kingdom for a long time.

Gris invented such a practical method of mourning the deceased Lord, which could not be shared with Samolson. Over the past few months, Samolson's command has been promoted to more than a thousand mourning Lords.

Moreover, most of these more than a thousand mourning lords were not rootless trees like those mourning lords under Gris, and they all had a large number of people.

Samolson's Immortal Empire is this pyramid-like structure. Lower undead creatures offer spiritual hun to the upper undead creatures, while upper undead creatures offer spiritual hun to him.

If any lower-ranking undead creature has advanced to the upper throne and has given the spiritual hun brand, his master will give him freedom under the arbitration of the king.

Samolson used this method to ensure that there was no subordination between the superior undead creatures under his command, thereby ensuring the effective rule of his rule.

Now, these superior undead creatures with a large number of people are gradually upgrading to the Lord of Mourning. As long as this ruling structure is maintained, these new Lord of Mourning will have unlimited growth space. Even each of them can become an immortal king as powerful as him.

When he thought of his hundreds or thousands of immortal kings under his command for his guidance, he could be fascinated by thinking about it. There are few things in this world that can move Samorson, and this is exactly one of them.

As long as the number of immortal kings can grow unlimitedly, with the advantages of immortal creatures, is there anything else in the world that can threaten him?

"Listen to my Lord's call, wake up, the immortal spirit hun!" Samorson's spirit hun suddenly burst out with a strong boom, spreading throughout the world of death like a storm, and spreading to the depths of all the undead creatures.

In the past, Samolson was ashamed to admit his engraved spiritual vow, especially the object he dedicated was a weaker lord of mourning than him. But now, Gris has grown into the first undead creature to master the power of chaos, and is already a higher level of existence than Samolson. It is natural that Samolson unconsciously began to accept this matter.

After the Holy Light Army left, the world of death, which had been completely silent, woke up again. Thousands of undead creatures got up from the sleeping earth and pits and gathered towards the demon tower.

In the square directly below the Magic Tower, a huge magic array began to operate. This is a huge* array with an area of ​​100,000 square meters, and the area is dozens of times larger than the Abyss Gate. Every one meter on the edge is a six-meter-high stone pillar, tightly surrounding the magic array.

The huge array was running, and the energy emitted changed the nearby force field. The dull air flowed rapidly, causing a violent wind, which took a long time to stop.

This huge magic array is an improved version of the Abyss Gate, which runs faster and transmits more.

The person who set up this improved version of the Abyss Gate was on the surface by Samorson's own manual, but in fact, Gris took over his spiritual hun remotely and then set it up. The entire magic circle took only seventeen hours to complete.

Now it’s finally time to start the Abyss Gate.

The magic circle moved to its extreme, and a strong light flashed, and suddenly, a stream of extremely fresh air spread, pushing the heavy dead air near the magic circle apart. After the strong light disappeared, a group of humanoid creatures wearing magic armor and carrying magic crystal hand cannons appeared in the magic circle.

The leader was a strong barbarian. His naked upper body tattoo was covered with various magic patterns, even his face and bare head. Not only that, the barbarian was also staggered by two thick iron chains, and the iron chains were also engraved with dense runes.

Under various runes, the barbarian aura did not emit any of them, and even the spirit Hun was moved. Looking at the spirit Hun of the undead creature, it was like a dead object.

Come out of the magic circle, the barbarian glanced forward in Samolson and shouted loudly: "Samolson, are you ready?"

In this world, only a few existences are qualified to call the name of the Immortal King. When he heard his impolite name, Samolson's people were angry and surrounded him.

The barbarian looked careless, and his eyes were still looking at the direction where Samolson was, not worried about his situation at all.

Samolson's thought extended over, swept over the barbarian, and said in a little surprise: "Great rule?"

Samolson remembered this tool that half of his full strength was destroyed, but the changes in this great rule are too great, so big that Samolson dared not confirm it.

Barbarian, Lich, Ascetic, and Samurson understands every identity, but when they are connected, he really can't understand it...
Chapter completed!