God-level Store Manager - Chapter 3508

[Chapter 2605 The Last Faras Undead Team 1/2]

Somewhere in a dark space.

The swamp-like clouds gathered and surged, completely covering the sky, and they looked like some kind of slowly wriggling soft-bodied creature, glowing with a disgusting dark color.

The ground was also dyed with a strange layer of black, and there were countless pale spots like residual snow.

There were countless dead bones!

The bones are like a tide, this is a place of death where countless creatures are buried!

Occasionally, a hollow figure stood up unsteadily, the fire of the soul in his eyes flickering on and off, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.

The wind that came from nowhere blew past, bringing up bursts of pale smoke and dust, which seemed to be mixed with some kind of unwilling roar.

But if you listen carefully, there is only the shrill sound of the wind.

At the end of the dark land, a pale hill stands.

The hills are made up of countless thick bones, vaguely outlining the outline of some huge creature.

Even though he has become a pure skeleton, he still can’t hide his majestic and majestic aura. His white wings are hanging down, and the calmest darkness is in his eyes.

This is a dragon.

An undead dragon with only skeletons left.

In front of the undead dragon is a pass that seems to connect heaven and earth, stretching to the end of the sky like a mountain range.

The whole pass is made of jet black rocks, glowing with a darkness as deep as ink. If you look closely, there seems to be some kind of special brilliance flowing through it.

There was a portal inlaid on the pass, the height was unknown, but now a gap opened.

Compared to the size of the entire portal, it is almost completely negligible, but it is more than enough for people to pass through.

Through the gap, you can vaguely see the scene inside the pass.

There were countless long-dead bodies piled inside.

The corpses were wearing the same black armor and looked like they belonged to the same army.

Elizabeth looked at the scene in front of her quietly, but her mind returned to an unknown time ago in a trance.

Everything seems to be just an illusory and confusing dream.

She was just dreaming.

All experiences are nothingness. When she wakes up from the dream, she will return to the past again.

The blue soul fire jumped slightly and gradually dimmed, like a fire that was about to go out.

But at the moment when it almost completely died, it rose again.

Elizabeth raised her head and looked at the figure in front of her who was pulling the giant sword out of the corpse. Dark black blood slowly flowed along the blade, like thick mud and filth.

The figure wears exactly the same clothing as the corpses around it.

The tattered dark red color matches, and the pointed iron helmet completely hides the face. All that can be seen is the deep darkness. The dark black armor wraps the whole body, like a god of death who brings death with an elegant posture, and like a human being. Dancer, blending combat with art.

This is an extremely empty space, surrounded by equally dark black stone walls.

Dome-like grooves were carved out of the stone wall, and eternal candles were lit inside, barely bringing a glimmer of light.

The figure just stood there quietly, as if it were a lifeless statue.

There was no movement, but an indescribable aura quietly swept across.

Countless corpses were piled up all around, and a little bit of blood mist floated out from each corpse, turning into rays of light and slowly sinking into the only standing figure.

His head was lowered, his face still shrouded in darkness.

Dots of red light spots were flowing around his body, like burning flames, and the giant sword in his hand also rose like mist-like red flames.

In just this moment, the aura exuded increased countless times.

At this time, he is the incarnation of countless corpses here.

He alone is equivalent to the entire army.

The two sides faced each other in silence.

There was a wind blowing from nowhere, so the lamp shadows swayed and the candlelight flickered.

Between light and dark, you can vaguely see the traces of carvings on the stone wall.

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was a giant sleeping wolf.

The Falas Undead Team, as corrupt monitors, each of them has the blood of the wolf flowing in their bodies, and the wolf is also their totem.

“I’ve seen you.”

Elizabeth spoke, but her voice was not as hoarse and harsh as usual, but a slightly neutral girl’s voice.

The figure in front raised his head.

His face was also covered by a dark hood, and even his eyes could not be seen.

“I don’t remember.”

It sounded like a middle-aged man. After a short pause, he continued, “I don’t remember many things.”

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

As the owner of the Dead Woodland, Elizabeth’s long life as a lich has already changed her character. The man in front of her seems to be equally uneloquent.

“Where is the empire?”

After a long time, the silent atmosphere was broken, and the man asked.

“Destroyed.” Elizabeth’s tone was calm, without any fluctuations. “Four thousand years ago.”

The man was silent, probably digesting the information in Elizabeth’s words.

After a long time, he seemed to sigh softly: “I know.”

His voice sounded much more relaxed, and the burden on his shoulders disappeared.

The motherland has been destroyed for thousands of years, and he himself is just a ghost that remains and refuses to leave.