Chapter 1115, Wang's Whispers (one more)

Here is the world of the dead. Look. Wool, Chinese net

The living is stopped. Only the king of the undead who dominates the underground grave can awaken the guardians here and let them once again perform the original contract and fight for the great king.

After waking up the guardian of the first layer, the giant of the black iron, and the green guard of the second layer of the guardian, the figure of the silver hair did not continue to move toward the third and fourth floors.

The guardian of the third floor seems to feel something, giving a slight sigh through the distance of one layer.

The voice is so beautiful that the ears of the people are stretched out, and there is a magical charm that does not lose the mermaid princess.

The singer's singer, and the ghost of the opera house, this is the real name and arm of the third guardian.

As one of the subordinates of the king of the undead, she will not refuse the king's request.

It’s just that I’m listening to my father’s passing princess, and the war dances that have a passionate pursuit of strength and glory. The singer’s singer doesn’t like fighting.

Even if her strength is enough to trigger the phenomenon of natural disasters, and can ignore the physical and magical defenses of the other side, it has the effect of "dead".

"Now... still a little..." Looking at the two curses that lit up on the back of his hand, and the air that began to become muddy inside the underground grave, the silver-haired woman shook her head.

It wasn't that she didn't want to continue to wake up, but the magical pulsation of the underground grave began to be unstable.

The period of debilitating magic is not to have no effect on the underground graves, but the underground graves that bury the golden ancestors have reduced this effect in a special way.

The magic that remains in the underground graves can only give the two guardians the full support.

The third-level guardian who has woke up, the singer's singer and the ghost of the opera house, can't be seen in this era for the time being.

Looking down, the guardians of the fourth, fifth and sixth floors are also recovering, and in the deepest seventh floor, the owner of the underground grave is waiting for her visit.

However, there are black iron giants (the lost princess), the green sea dragon beast (the dance of the war), the next phase of the plan has been launched.

The name of the underground grave will reappear in the human world.

Everything is for the future of this world.

This is the cause created from a distant era, and she is the "fruit" to recover the cause.

"You, wait a moment." The black iron giant and the green sea dragon beast, which were awakened, were placed on the second floor of the sea. The figure of the silver-haired female gradually disappeared into light particles dissipated in the air.

"Dad is the best!" The lost princess stretched out his arm and touched the particles of light swaying in the air.

"It seems that the power of the king has filled up some things?" The war dance inside the green sea dragon beast is not so sure.

As the deceased, there is no such sense of human vision. The way they use to observe the world is the ability of the soul to perceive.

In their eyes, the king of the undead who dominates them has a stronger spirit than in the past.

As the king of the undead who created the guardian of the underground grave, the breath is born with the characteristics of death and darkness, which is the unique temperament of the undead dominator.

"Dad, of course, is getting stronger, I believe in the power of my father." The little child's heart is gone to the princess's eyes, everything about his father is the best.

In this world, no one is a daddy's opponent. I didn't see those dragons that couldn't be seen in the world. In the end, I was beaten by my father. In the end, I couldn't recycle it with the body of the family. I became one of the underground graves. .

The Dragon Tomb on the sixth floor is one of the spoils of the glorious period of the underground grave.

Even the green sea dragon beast of the second layer of guardians was transformed from the dead sea dragon body.

As long as Dad shoots, no matter who the opponent is, he can't resist it. This is the truth that can't be broken from the beginning of the gods.

"Yes, I also believe in the power of the king."

"This world, after all, belongs to the underground grave."

"The moment when the deceased returns is the new dawn of the world."

The war dancer Ji smiled, and when she was alive she once dreamed of what world peace is like.

The era in which she lived was the most tragic era of the war between humans and Leviathan. There were deaths, killings, and the bodies of aliens and human beings piled up into mountains.

At that time, the weak were destined to die. Even if they could dance the most beautiful dances and sing the songs of the Mermaid, they would not be allowed to live.

It is the king of the undead who has given them a new life. For them, the dominator of the underground grave is the only supreme king in the world.

Fighting for the king is the most glorious mission of the guardians of all underground graves.

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Underground grave, the deepest area.

The lonely and bleak hall, the holy gun and the holy sword are placed on the ice and snow thrones on both sides. The owner of the underground grave, wearing a dark armor, has a deep red cloak, and even the king whose head is hidden under the helmet, ushered in himself. Guests.

"Welcome...coming to the world of Thea..."

"Sacred and beautiful...flowers..."

"Unfortunately... I can't stand up... I can't meet you..."

I personally changed the ending of the human and the Dragon War, and built a vast and infinite underground grave. It is said to be the king of the undead who the human watcher did not think. The voice did not know why it gave a burning ash.

In front of him is a bonfire that is about to be extinguished, leaving only the faint light of the size of the match.

The silver-haired woman walked out of the fire and looked at the king of the undead on the throne of the ice with a gentle look.

"Working hard."

"The next thing... just give it to me."

"Your mission... is over..."

In the gap between the helmets of the King of the Undead, the last soul fire sways, making a low voice:

"Please take care of the guardians here."

"They can't get happiness when they are alive, and they can't rest after death."

"At least, you can inherit my identity and strength and make their existence meaningful."

"My time is over... too tired..."

The silver-haired woman walked gently to the exhausted King of the Undead and reached out and touched his head.

"Original... thought it was a very simple task..."

"I...not here, identity is false, name is false, everything is a lie."

"But with them, with my own friends, with my own lover, I gradually liked the world."

"Now, I can't make a decision on this world."

"It’s ironic... obviously I hate the world when I came..."

"You are coming... it’s great..."

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