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At this moment, countless memories flashed through Li Re's mind again.

He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that it was no wonder that the legendary mission had to reach the silver stage to be unlocked... Without being able to comprehend the 'Heavenly Heart' and ensure that his own mind was flawless, it would probably be difficult to maintain his self-identity over such a long period of time.

Fortunately.

He had already understood the will of heaven.

Therefore, such memories only flashed through his mind, and he still had a clear understanding of his own position - he knew that he was not from this world, and that he was just a 'player' passing through here.

He knows better.

What is the real purpose of coming here?

"It's your turn to play!"

In the bumpy and shaking carriage, Li Re took out a card from his hand and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Ah... this card... I'll have to imagine it carefully then."

Opposite him, there was also a figure sitting with a pile of cards in his hand, scratching his head again and again——

"Stop scratching your head. Even if you scratch it a hundred times, you won't have any hair left, let alone a brain - why think so much?"

"Hurry up and play your cards for me!"

Li Re knocked on the table in front of him and urged.

The figure slowly pinched a card with his pale bones and said, "Then I'll play this one."

The figure that played the card was actually a must-have summon for the Necromancer - the 'Skeleton Soldier'!

However, this skeleton soldier seems to be slightly different from the normal skeleton soldier.

The slightly thin, obviously female, pale skeleton had a jade-like gleam, and her eyes glowed with green fire.

Extraordinary appearance.

His behavior seems to have some of the self-esteem and wisdom of an ordinary person.

At least, I can still play cards with Li Re.

"Okay, I win!"

When he saw it draw out the card, Li Re made a loud and clear declaration.

"is it?"

The skeleton soldier was stunned and pointed at his own cards: "But, according to the rules, my cards seem to be bigger than yours?"

"Mine is bigger than yours now."

Li Reli said confidently: "I made the rules. Why don't you accept it?"

Skeleton Soldier: "..."

"Okay, no more playing!"

Li Re put away the cards and waved his hand - the dark green flame in the skeleton soldier's eyes instantly went out, and the little bit of his self also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the instinct of the corpse.

"It's really boring for me to play cards with the spirit that I gave myself casually and even cheat!" Li Re laughed.

no doubt.

This skeleton soldier does not really have a self - he can certainly make a dead object 'alive' now, but that is only temporarily giving it a shallow consciousness, not really bringing it back to life - the real creation of life requires information about the essence of life, which is something that Li Re's necromancy and runes in the current projection state have not been able to cover. The so-called bestowing of supernatural powers is just to give it a strange law of short-lived existence, allowing it to operate according to this law, as if it were a living thing, but ultimately not a real living thing.

Yes, it is endowed with supernatural powers.

This is an ability that only the first-level fire mastered by Li Re's "Fire Thief" profession has.

And this time.

Although he did not bring down the profession of fire thief.

However, the ghost town and Yin-Yang copy that can be opened by the Yin-Yang Guardian have already integrated some characteristics of spiritual fire during long-term use. The swaying green fire has turned into a long "light" on the ghost road.

He can still use this to use the 'will-o'-the-wisp' that grants spiritual power and burns spiritual power.

Only at this time did he look out the window again.

What I saw had already become a pale and desolate scene. The sky and earth were vast and boundless, completely different from the few traces of ice and snow on the roadside just now. It was as if a different world had appeared in an instant.

Li Re narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew that he was gradually going deeper into the Principality of Atlantis, and even approaching the north of the Principality of Atlantis, the northernmost part of the entire continent - the Forest of the Dead.

"I hope the old man's grave is still there and hasn't been dug up!"

He thought so.

But in fact, it is normal to be dug up by others - there is a difference between the Undead Magician in the Magic World View copy and the supernatural players in the paradise. The abilities of the supernatural players do not follow common sense, while the Undead Magician's spellcasting requires the use of his own abilities according to the basic principle of equivalent substitution.

Therefore, every necromancer must be the best 'tomb robber', because their magic requires a lot of materials.

It is also normal for tomb robbers to be robbed by others after their death.

In this regard.

Any necromancer would be mentally prepared and not care.

Even in the eyes of every necromancer, having their tomb robbed is not a bad thing. If it can allow their heritage to continue and add fuel to the fire of "necromancer magic", then their life is not in vain.

Although Li Re didn't have such a great mentality, he didn't care.

Here.

The whistling wind hit the carriage as it slowly moved forward in the misty world of heavy snow.

The 'skeleton' driving the car still had no expression on his face, 'exposing his heart' to the wind and snow.

Also at this moment.

Li Re glanced outside and was slightly stunned.

"Well... that's..."

"Green sprouts?"

...

“The earth is sprouting!”

"The Tide of the Undead is coming again!"

Someone said this in the midst of ice and snow.

The person who was speaking had his boots slightly sunk into the snow, and the cotton coat he was wearing was stained with snow flakes. He had a cotton hat on his head, revealing a middle-aged face covered with blue stubble.

He was holding a torch in his hand.

A little fire flickered in the pale world, illuminating himself and several tall figures behind him who were also wearing thick cotton-padded jackets and looking into the distance - illuminating the cold and eerie path stretching forward through the dead jungle surrounded by dead trees.

But at the moment.

They all stopped by the path, lowered their heads to look at the only bit of green growing in the snow beneath their feet, their faces filled with solemnity.

This little green shadow seems to be the only splendor in the pale world.

But such splendor is definitely not good news for people living on this land...

The continent of 'Atlan', located at the northernmost border of the Arilan continent, is a country that believes in the 'Angel of Death' and the 'God of the Underworld' under the seat of the Supreme Lord. Because it is located in the north, in the ancient Arilan creation myth, the Supreme God 'Sathoyes' resurrected in the darkness of the 'Demon Pillar', which was full of chaos and confusion, but he did not create everything by himself like many people did. Instead, he created four original 'angels' in the light - the first generation of angels symbolizing the four elements of 'earth, water, wind and fire'.

The four first-generation angels used the glory bestowed by the Supreme God to create the four directions between heaven and earth, and used their own power to fix the sky, land, sea and air currents.

During the long years of the creation of this world, the four great angels continued to exert their own power, but more "angels" were born.

The angels of the earth brought the foundation for the world to bear, and thus there came into being the abyss and death.

The water angel brings clarity and beauty to the world, and thus justice and love.

The wind angel brings change and flow to the world, and thus life and reproduction come into being.

The fire angel brought light and warmth to the world, and thus there came into being kingdoms and wisdom.

The world gradually took shape under the power of twelve angels who were born one after another.

Together, they drove the twelve powerful 'Demon Pillars' of chaos to the edge of the world. The Supreme God also divided the world among the twelve angels, making them the twelve cornerstones supporting the world. They cast their own shadows into the mortal world and supported the entire world, thereby formulating the 'Abraham Covenant' that bound the mortal world.

Among them, the 'Angel of Death', a next-generation angel, was assigned to the north of the continent, where the border country of Atlantis was located, and was revered as the god of the underworld.

Therefore, in this country, everyone believes in the ancient angel of death and the god of the underworld. In the language commonly used in the Ariel continent, "Atlan" means death.

Therefore, the legend has it that the border country Atlant is very close to the underworld where the god of death lives. The wind here blows from the underworld, so it is extremely cold, which is the bleakness of death.

The 'Forest of Death' that exists in the northern part of Atlantis is the boundary between the 'human world' and the 'underworld'.

When the wind of death no longer waters this place.

When the earth sprouts.

The ghosts of the underworld will knock on the door of death - and step back into the world of the living!

This is exactly what the group of people who were traveling through the dead woods in the far north saw at this moment.

This is ancient advice.

But it is not just an anecdote, nor is it just a rumor.

This has not been the case since at least sixteen years ago.

And everyone who has lived in this area for more than three years should have seen this tide of the undead.

Because the tide of the undead erupts every three years!

"But it has not even been three years since the last undead disaster!"

One of them couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Compared to the person who just spoke, this person is younger and also more curious.

He withdrew his gaze from the tender buds under his feet and looked at his companions who were traveling with him.

Especially when he looked at the man who was traveling with him, who was also wearing a cotton coat, but wrapped in a thick monk's robe on the outside, which was different from the others.

The man was obviously a monk, a member of the Church of Death who believed in the Angel of Death. He leaned over and stroked the bud, and said as if to confirm, "This bud is indeed a warning from Arato, the God of Death, to the human world."

"The gates of the underworld will open again, and the souls of the dead will once again pass through the snow and wind and return to the human world—"

"Let's stop our search for flint. We must go back and tell the people in the town!" He stood up again, looked around at everyone, and spoke.

"Are you sure it's true..."

It hasn’t even been three years yet.

The man holding the torch who first discovered the sprout frowned and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"In that case, there is nothing we can do. Let's go back first..."

The others nodded as well.

Living in this land, no one is unaware of the horror of the 'Scourge of the Undead'.

Compared to this horror.

There is no rush to go through the snow and wind to the north to find the "flint".

At least the fire in the town can hold out for a while.

Not finding flint does not mean that you will immediately fall into the cold of winter.

It will not lead to an immediate crisis.

If we allow the tide of the undead to invade us without taking any precautions, everyone will die.

The whistling sound of the wind seemed to become louder and louder during the exchange of eye contact and words.

The snow that was originally floating in the sky slowly fell down.

But in the sudden increase in wind, it stopped.

The wind didn't stop, but the snow stopped.

After everyone nodded, they also felt inexplicably...horrified.

It seems that the world has become colder after the snow stopped.

It also seemed as if something was slowly approaching...causing the instinctive tremor of life.

"Run!"