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It seemed as if I had been sleeping for an extremely long time, and finally, the Black Dragon opened his eyes.

It was still the underground space, the half-high round platform, and the six stone pillars were still radiating faint light, but the black dragon felt that everything in front of him was extremely far away from him, as if it had been tens of millions of years since the last time I saw it.

Everything became a little strange. The black dragon raised his hands in front of him and looked at it carefully. The dark armor wrapped around the fresh muscles. Under the muscles, the black dragon could still feel his bones.

Skeletons have no sense of touch. Even if one or two pieces of the skeleton falls off, as long as it does not affect the movement, you will not find it when you cannot see it.

But now, with a layer of muscles, the Black Dragon could clearly feel every bone, every joint, and his body seemed to be alive.

The Black Dragon didn't know how to describe himself now. Everything seemed to have not changed, but everything seemed to have changed. What changed was not matter, but his soul.

During this period, he was just sleeping, but in his sleep, his life experiences flashed repeatedly in his soul, from the moment he woke up from the first holy war to the moment he finally closed his eyes.

Every scene appears repeatedly in his soul. Every time he repeats, the Black Dragon will have a new insight.

During the first holy war, he woke up from the call of the Summoner of Death. He still remembered the scene at that time, but with his intelligence at that time, many things could not be understood.

Looking back now, what he felt at that time was the voice of the summoner of death: in my name, I will give you an eternal soul...

So he woke up, he saw many undead summoners. He saw many companions, he saw the tall war puppets, he saw the hideous steel chariots...

The beginning of everything was due to that call.

Close his eyes. The black dragon extended his soul, and invisibly touched it across the green platform, drilled through the wall, and spread to the entire underground space. Finally, he saw Lonctor and Hoffman at the foot of the huge statue of the Cheroman King.

Just as the Black Dragon sensed the two, Longde and Hoffmann turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction where the Black Dragon was.

—You woke up? —

A smile appeared on Hoffman's face, and his voice rang in the heart of the Black Dragon.

The black dragon suddenly opened his eyes, and all images shattered instantly.

Now he understood a little. Why many powerful beings can sense his breath from a long distance? It turned out to be the extension of the soul.

This is not a profound skill. The death summoner who summoned him to wake up would also use it, but the distance was a little shorter."

But he never could not master it.

This deep sleep made him constantly recall his life experiences. Only then did he slowly realize that many simple things often contain profound truths.

The soul is the root of the undead creature. No matter what form of undead creatures, the soul is the most direct standard for measuring strength and level. But in addition to strength and level, there must also be a matching method of application, otherwise no matter how powerful the soul is, it will be a waste.

Soul extension is just the basis of most skills. With this foundation, many skills were not used in the past, but now Black Dragon can also be used more flexibly, such as...

-what's on your mind?-

A voice interrupted the Black Dragon's contemplation. He turned around and saw that Hoffman and Lonctor were walking down the stairs, and the person asking the question was Hoffman.

The black dragon shook his head. I don't know how to answer this question.

His mind is very confused now.

Hoffman knew very well the current state of the Black Dragon. I have inherited the memories of King Cheromanl for hundreds of thousands of years. It originally took tens of thousands of years before I could integrate these memories and knowledge.

—But with this magic circle, I have traced back to the king’s lifelong memory in just 450 years, and spent another fifty years to truly integrate it.

—Now you don’t think about anything, come with me.

Both backtracking and fusion are important. Backtracking of memory requires practice to verify in order to have a deep understanding. Just thinking about it will only become more and more upset.

In a daze, the Black Dragon followed Hoffman away from the basement and walked out of the tower.

In front of me was an endless underground space, the dark red light of the lava reflected the rugged rocks, and the towering craters were splashing with scorching sparks.

Everything was the same as when Black Dragon first came here, without any change.

However, now without touching it with your own hands, the Black Dragon also felt that these lavas were not real lava. They did not have the high temperature of real lava that melted gold and iron, nor did they have the surging vitality of real lava.

—How long have I been sleeping? ——The Black Dragon suddenly asked Hoffman.

—If you count according to the time of the material plane, you have been sleeping for seven months. — Hoffman replied.

The black dragon was stunned. Only seven months?

Why does he feel like he has been sleeping for thousands of years?

Hoffman saw the black dragon's doubts and turned to explain: - No need to be confused, this is the power of the magic circle, its name is the Wheel of Time and Space.

Loncon suddenly said:—If I had the honor to live in the time of King Cheroman, I would have given everything I had to the king without reservation. He is a great existence beyond my imagination, and it is my great glory to be able to worship him as my Lord.

Loncondo's tone was extremely serious and awe-inspiring, and even pious.

During the period when the Black Dragon was sleeping, Longde learned a lot of Cheroman's deeds in Hoffmann's mouth and witnessed the remains in front of him with his own eyes. Now, his feelings for the Cheromann King can only be described as the word "worship".

Walking to a place not far outside the tower, Hoffman stopped, turned to the black dragon and said:—Summon a skeleton first, and experience it carefully, what is the difference between the current summoning and the past.—

Heilong closed his eyes as he spoke and began to search for nearby skeletons.

When he closed his eyes, he immediately felt the difference between the present and the past. In the past, he used to rely on sensing the imprint of his bones, so the speed was very slow and the feeling was not clear enough.

Now that he understood the method of soul extension, his sensing suddenly turned into active search.

Wherever the soul's tentacles pass, every bone, every rock, and even every sand, clearly reflects in his soul.

At this moment, the black dragon felt that a complete world seemed to appear in his soul, and every corner of the earth sensed by the soul was reacting in a huge and tiny way.

———

As soon as he thought, the ground around him immediately trembled.

White arms penetrated the ground, sand and stones flipped, and the bones buried underground burst out of the ground.

A trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed in the Black Dragon's heart.

The Emperor he used to use in the past had to distract himself from controlling each bone, so there was a limit on quantity. Although he had worked hard, the number of seven or eight thousand was already his limit.

However, the extension of the soul can reflect everything around him into his soul. Now, as long as he has a thought, the range of the soul extends, and the bones that can be controlled by the soul will no longer be limited in quantity.

This is the real emperor’s arrival!

More than a hundred skeletons of various shapes crawled out of the ground and approached the location of the Black Dragon. There were not many skeletons here, but each of them had a great origin.

The most eye-catching skeleton is a six or seven meters tall, with a thick bone and a triangular skull. The thigh joint is bent in reverse, with one more section than the human ground leg bone.

From the imprints on the bones, the black dragon knew that this bone belonged to an extinct race, the demonic demon.

The demonic sects have tall figures and unique reverse joints, which give them strong jumping power and endurance.

Before the Battle of Life and Death, in the camp of the life race, they were the most powerful fast mobile troops besides the dragon. However, after the Battle of Life and Death, they disappeared into the long river of history.

Now, only some traces of them can be found in some ancient classics.

In addition, there are three or four horse-shaped skeletons. These horses are tall, slender, and have a broken mark on their heads. They should have been things like horns.

If Xing and Yue brothers were present, they would definitely scream. This was obviously the skeleton of the legendary sacred beast of the Elf clan and the skeleton of the unicorn.

There are also various skeletons of different shapes, most of which are extinct biological skeletons, and some of them cannot even name the black dragon.

—Are you any insights? —Hoffman asked.

The black dragon nodded.

Just by extending the soul to different places, the previous abilities can be completely changed. As for many other experiences, the Black Dragon couldn't explain them clearly for a while.

——Then, take out your soul-devouring gun and experience it carefully.—Hoffman said, then turned around and said to Longde:—Come with me.—

Throwing the black dragon aside to understand it yourself, Hoffmann took Lonctor and walked from the passage under the statue of King Cheromann to the outside world.

The footsteps were faintly heard, and in the long passage, only the sound of Hoffman's staff tapping on the ground was left. Longdeau, who was a few steps behind, looked at Hoffman's back with his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes.

Hoffman felt the abnormality of Loncondo and said without looking back: - Are you confused?

—Yes. —Loncomdo has no concealment.

He had these questions seven months ago, but he had tolerated it until now. If Hoffman hadn't made it clear, he would have continued to endure it.

—What is your purpose in doing this? —

A Lich co-lord in the dead world is undoubtedly the most powerful existence in this world.

But there is no constraints such as the soul vow between Hoffman and the Black Dragon. Why do you still help the Black Dragon with such unlimited strength?

Just because the Black Dragon is the Lord of Mourning?

Indeed, a mourning lord who has a powerful soul but does not match his strength, his existence itself is a powerful temptation.

When Longdu learned about the strength of the Black Dragon, his first thought in his heart was to take the other party's soul as himself. Could it be that Hoffman did not have the same thought in his heart?

The true Lord of Mourning is a more terrifying and powerful existence than the gods. The more he understands the deeds of King Cheroman, the stronger the desire for promotion to the Lord of Mourning. Unfortunately, he has now devoted his loyalty to the Black Dragon and cannot fight the Black Dragon again.

However, Hoffman has no constraints in this regard. A mere mission cannot restrict the existence of Hoffman's level, so there must be other reasons.

Hoffman's steps suddenly stopped.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Longtrude felt that Hoffman’s back seemed to be a little more bleak.

After a while, Hoffman raised his foot again and continued to walk up the steps, saying as he walked:—This is my mission, it is also your mission, and it is also the fundamental purpose of the existence of this world.—

Loncondo's eyes flashed with disapproving light.

—No doubt, the mission of the king’s inheritance will be destroyed if it is completed. —Hoffman’s tone is extremely cold.

King Cheroman created this world, created Hoffman, and allowed Hoffman to lead the world to its present level. The ultimate goal is nothing more than to leave a glimmer of hope for the revival of the Immortal Empire.

This is the most fundamental purpose of Hoffmann and even the entire world. Without this mission, there is no need for this world to exist.

Longtrude felt cold. Is his existence just for a mission? What is the meaning of everything he pursued before?

Sensing the thought in Longtrude's mind, Hoffman said without looking back: - Yes, our existence is just for this mission.

—You are even more lucky than me, and you will not know the truth until the end of this mission, without having to go through thousands of years of waiting and suffering. —

Longtrude finally knew why Hoffmann, who was named the Lich Communist Party, wanted to live a secluded life in the natural disaster basin and ignored the world situation.
Chapter completed!