The sound of long-lost footsteps echoed in the empty passage.
Here we are, the end of the passage.
Yin walked into the hazy portal and looked at the humanoid creature sitting on the throne in the innermost layer.
It was a humanoid creature over three meters tall, with gray skin, no ears and nose, and a pair of eyes tightly closed, as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep.
His hands and feet were thick and powerful, like a huge baby, but not as bloated as a baby. A pair of gray-purple armor perfectly covered his body, covering his joints and limbs.
The blood-red elf looked at the gray figure and the life that was gradually dissipating in his body. Is he dead?
No, he should have been dead a long time ago, and his current vitality is the result of the evil gods.
Yin discovered the hands and feet in the gray figure. This was a perfectly restored body. The owner of the body had long since died, and this living body was just their handiwork.
He thought for a moment, then dropped a drop from the end of his finger to eliminate all irrelevant information, leaving only the blood of pure vitality, which flew dozens of meters and landed on the body sitting high on the throne.
Tick-tock——
Pure vitality filled the air, and the gray body's instincts began to operate, absorbing the vitality in this drop of blood.
This is a universal energy. At least in the several civilizations and races he has seen, it is inseparable from vitality.
call--
suck--
The gray body has a faint blush, and the sleeping organs seem to wake up from ancient dust and gradually resume their functions.
"You shouldn't have woken me up."
Yin looked at the low and melancholy voice, watched the gray figure more than three meters tall lowered his head, sprouted ears and a nose in front of the blood-red elf, and became three-thirds like a humanoid face.
"Why?" Yin asked.
"When I wake up, the undead sleeping here will also wake up." The gray figure whispered, and his dim eyes swept over, taking in the surrounding environment.
It is because of his awakening that these stone buildings seem to have awakened, breathing and heartbeating with him.
"Our race is called Wu."
"There are twelve great Dawu, and each Dawu has some Wus like me under his command, and they jointly lead the Wu tribe."
The gray figure who claimed to be Wu was still sitting on the throne. The ignorance in his eyes gradually faded away, and he seemed to be gradually recovering his memory. He explained their civilization lightly.
Yin Yin made a mental assessment of Wu, who had almost recovered his momentum. Based on the degree of compounding of his body, his estimated physical strength and combat effectiveness were probably comparable.
His realm should be at the level of weak divine power or weak divine power, but in terms of combat effectiveness, no one can say for sure since he has never fought.
In this way, their kind of crows are equivalent to the ordinary gods in the elven kingdom, and the twelve big crows who rule the world are analogous to the masters of the pantheon, and can be regarded as the twelve main gods.
The basic configuration of the main god is at least medium in power. The truly powerful main god is a powerful god with a wave of gods under his command.
"What are the undead you are talking about?"
The undead sounded like an ominous premonition. Yin looked at the gray figure and squinted his eyes.
Outside, he has thousands of avatars who are constantly exploring and avataring themselves, heading towards more unknown places.
With the summary of information one after another, the general shape of the environment here was also swept away.
Twelve huge stone halls, twelve different stone statues, even the stone statues exude an extremely powerful aura.
And around these twelve stone halls, there are a number of different small halls, just like here.
Some of the small halls have been destroyed beyond recognition, some are still quite intact, some have a few blasted bodies left, and some have nothing left. The empty hall only leaves the light of stars shining directly.
"The only ones who can leave behind skeletons and bodies are crows like me."
"Those who are weak and immortal have become part of the undead."
The gray figure stood up from the throne, and the tall figure cast a shadow. There was not much light in the stone building, but it could always make people see objects clearly. Not just them, but even a mortal object could see clearly.
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"We don't know where He came from or where He is going. We only know that He is the enemy of life."
"When He comes, everything that lives will die."
"When He comes, even death will die."
"We call him, Undead."
The gray figure's tone fluctuates with a strange rhythm, hiding a series of information in the words, which can be interpreted later.
At that time, under the vast starry sky, tall crows were exploring the distant stars.
They have twelve great big crows, seventy-two powerful crows, and countless mighty crows. They are full of expectations for the new world.
They use stone tools to explore the unknown and enrich the known.
Everything was so peaceful, so beautiful, like a dreamlike society, until that indescribable existence came and broke everything.
The living creatures are still alive, but the dead creatures are no longer dead. They emerge from the ground and bring the living creatures to death, and then they come back to life from death.
Everything was so unprepared and came so suddenly. Even if twelve big crows took action at the same time and went to the place of origin to suppress that existence, the root of the matter was not solved.
Seventy-two powerful crows dealt with the resurrected dead creatures and killed them again.
Therefore, they call those beings between death and life undead.
The war between the Crows and the Undead will not be concluded until the Crows are destroyed. Even if the Undead are suppressed, theoretically the Crows will succeed.
But dead lives are still being resurrected, living lives are still dying, and the existence of the undead has been imprinted on every living life.
As long as there are living beings who know of His existence, then He is still alive.
It's like a deception, a deception of the rules.
And after who knows how many years, a new life became aware of the existence of the undead.
Yin looked at the gray figure, he shook his head and signaled to Yin.
Since he came here, he has been inseparable from this place, and he will know this sooner or later.
"Have you perished?" Hidden's hundreds of thousands of clones are rapidly exploring the entire ancient building complex, searching for basic information.
He only needs one thought to take them back completely.
"It's already perished, it's already perished." The gray figure was a little melancholy and repeated it twice.
When encountering such an unreasonable existence, they have no other choice but to wait quietly for death as their basic operation.
With a thought, a hundred thousand clones instantly swarmed in and submerged into his body.