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The place of sleeping.
In the vast wasteland of bones, the black spirit of the dead permeated everywhere, as thin as fog. There were constant shrill whimpering sounds coming from the gap in the damaged kingdom of God, as sharp as the cry of ghosts.
The skeleton warriors and skeleton servants who had awakened from their skeletons wandered aimlessly in the wasteland. Occasionally, a skeleton knight riding a skeleton warhorse would pass by, making a hollow echo.
Dilapidated and desolate.
In the center of the Land of Slumber, on the throne made of countless bones, the Undead Lord, dressed in a black robe and with a pale face, is sleeping quietly.
The majestic power rose and fell slowly with His breathing, like the surge of the tide.
Under the throne, a huge alien bone dragon with bones as white as jade was lying on the ground, quietly guarding the person on the throne.
It seems as if it has been here since time immemorial.
Suddenly.
The light of the teleportation array lit up, and a figure in a black hooded robe hurried out from inside. Under the diffuse black mist, his thin chin was grayish white like a dead person, which made people feel uneasy.
"Lord Morris."
The man hurriedly walked to the reclining bone dragon, bowed deeply to it, and said respectfully: "I have something important to report to my master. Could you please wake my master up?"
As soon as the words fell, the huge bone dragon suddenly moved.
With the sound of bones rubbing against each other slightly, the bone dragon's huge head slowly raised up, and its extremely deep gaze shot straight at him.
In the eye sockets, two balls of soul fire burned faintly, emitting a chilling chill.
The men in black robes felt a chill in their hearts and their heads drooped even lower unconsciously.
Even though this person in front of him is low-key and never leaves the side of the Lord of the Undead, he is very clear that this person in front of him was a mutant dragon known for his fierce fighting ability when he was alive, and he followed the Lord of the Undead in battles for many years.
After it died in battle, the Undead Lord was heartbroken and spent countless precious materials to refine it into a bone dragon. Its combat power increased instead of decreased, and it directly reached the 9th level of demigod.
His strength which was not even close to legendary was not enough in front of this person.
Just when he was feeling uneasy, the voice of the demigod bone dragon Morris sounded along with a low dragon roar.
"Priest Nelson of the Holy Violet Principality?"
"Yes." Officiant Nelson quickly bowed his head and responded.
"The master has ordered that he must not be awakened unless it is a matter of life or death."
The demigod bone dragon Morris raised his head high, and with his majestic power, he pressed down on him mercilessly like a mountain or an ocean, and said in a cold and stern tone: "You may have to bear the consequences?"
Officiant Nelson was so frightened that his knees went weak and he fell to his knees with a thump.
However, even so, he gritted his teeth and trembled, "Yes. Yes. Lord Morris, please wake up my lord."
The demigod bone dragon Morris looked at him solemnly for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze, raised his head and let out a loud dragon roar.
In an instant, the black mist in the air began to roll violently, and the rolling power suddenly spread along with the loud dragon roar. The atmosphere of the entire sleeping place seemed to have undergone subtle changes in an instant.