A voice echoed in the empty and inexplicable space.
The space was empty, except for the dead gray breath that permeated the space. These breaths made the entire space covered with gray, giving the entire space a sense of death.
"Who am I... who am I... who am I?"
A cold voice echoed in the dead space. It was clear that there was no emotion in the voice, but one could faintly hear the pervasiveness and pain hidden behind the coldness.
As time passed, the space returned to deathly silence again, and a deathly gray breath floated in the space, as if it had been like this forever.
"Kill it!"
An order came from Matt's mouth, and before he finished speaking, the shining silver skeleton in front of him had already swung the thin sword in his hand to kill and dismember the mutated beast.
"Resuscitate it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-silver light flew out from the sword and disappeared into the corpse of the mutated beast.
The next moment, the dead mutant beast began to squirm again, and the original breath of life disappeared. When it reached its lowest point, the silver appeared, and a gray breath representing death sprouted from the corpse.
The deathly gray breath circulated on the corpse, and the essence in the flesh and blood was robbed wherever it passed. After a while, the corpse turned into a mummy.
After plundering the corpse and all the essence in the soul, the death-gray aura submerged into the corpse and disappeared.
The next moment, the mummy started to move, and the dry flesh and blood on its body fell off, revealing a blue skeleton with faint patina on it, as if it were actually cast from bronze.
On the head of the bronze skeleton, a blue flame slowly jumped, plundering the surrounding life, and it seemed to contain death!
"Oh, bronze skull, bronze skull."
Watching all this, Matt's face flushed and he shouted excitedly.
"King of the Dead, you are the King of the Dead, my King of the Dead!"
Just as Matt was shouting, the white-silver flame inside the skull of the silver skull jumped slightly and seemed to grow a little stronger. At the same time, a voice echoed in the dead world.
"King of the Undead? King?"
However, this sound disappeared the next moment, and the sound in the dead space fell into repetition again.
"who I am?"
"who I am?"
"who I am?"
...........
As time passed, Matt became more and more arrogant, and the powerful silver skeleton behind him and the increasing number of skeleton armies became his craziness.
After having strength but not the same state of mind, Matt's mentality became more and more inflated, and he felt more and more that he should obtain matching status and rights because he had such strength.
So he quietly found the leader of his team, and the same order sounded.
"kill him!"
With the silver light waving, the leader's three bronze-level skeletons had no ability to resist before the silver skeletons. In the blink of an eye, they were all killed by the silver skeletons.
"Resuscitate him!"
Matt saw a trace of madness on the face of the leader who died so easily. A bold idea suddenly came to his mind and he shouted.
As he wished, the leader's corpse squirmed slowly under the sword of the silver skeleton, and soon a pale skeleton stood up.
The resurrected skeleton was much weaker than the original leader, and even an ordinary person could easily smash it. However, Matt's eyes became more and more crazy as he looked at the pale flames slowly beating in the skull.
But in his madness, he didn't notice that the silver skull flame that came back behind him was beating slightly.
"who I am?"
.......
"kill him!"
"Resuscitate him!"
"who I am?"
.......
"kill him!"
"Resuscitate him!"
"Who am I, what is Wei, what is...Jinren?"
.........
"kill him!"
"Resuscitate him!"
Matt yelled crazily. In the continuous killings, his silver skeleton became more and more powerful, and he commanded more and more skeleton armies. Therefore, he was named the Silver King, and he became more and more crazy.
But he still didn't notice the strangeness of the Silver Skeleton. He only knew that the Silver Skeleton became more powerful during the killing, which also meant that he became more powerful during the killing.
I don’t know how long time has passed, but Matt’s reputation has grown bigger and bigger. He and his skeleton army have become famous in the West, and the forces he commands have become larger and larger.
Likewise, he didn't know how many mutant beasts and people he had killed. It was too many to count. He even didn't know whether he had killed more people or more mutant beasts.
All he knew was that the bone sword, which was originally as bright as silver, had been stained with a layer of scarlet, exuding a strange aura in the sunlight.
"kill him!"
"Resuscitate him!"
Pale skeletons were reborn in the corpses. Such fragile skeletons could not add any combat power to Matt. They could not even defeat an ordinary person.
But when he saw the fearful expressions of the people around him when they looked at this pale skeleton, Matt's face became distorted, becoming more and more excited and crazy.
However, at this moment, a voice echoed slowly in the dead space where gray mist lingered and faintly liquefied into drops.
"Who am I? Who am I? I am...Cao Cao!!!"
A cold yet affirmative voice slowly echoed in the dead space. At the same time, a vortex appeared out of thin air, sweeping all the dead-gray auras together and finally turning them into a drop of dead-gray liquid.
Tick!
A drop of dead gray liquid dripped, and the dead space rippled like water at the moment the liquid dropped.
Ripples in the dead space appeared in circles, and the gray aura emanating from the dead gray liquid spread in circles along with the ripples, leaving the dead space, leaving the slowly beating flames, and appeared in the white and silver skull.
Ripples appeared in circles, and the deathly gray breath washed the silver bones in circles. I don't know how long it took for the ripples to fade away.
However, the silver bone that had been refined many times became more and more pure, and on the index finger of the right hand, a bright golden color attracted everyone's attention.
"Gulu, gold...skeleton!"
Matt swallowed hard and said in disbelief.
As if to verify his words, an invincible authority emanated from the silver skull at the next moment.
In an instant, everyone present knelt down under the pressure, and all the skeletons fell down under the pressure, fell to the ground, and worshiped.
At this moment, only Matt was struggling, his knees slightly bent, his face flushed, his eyes firmly against the silver skull, and he spoke word by word.
"I! It's! You! Lord! Man! You...kneel down!"
There was a loud shout, and the Silver Skeleton seemed to hear it. The silver flames in the skull beat slightly, and a mental wave of doubt spread from it, echoing in everyone's mind.
"Owner?"
At this moment, Matt's pupils suddenly shrank, his hair stood on end, and his whole body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
