A blurry light gradually flickered in Victor's eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

All that could be seen was desolation; the dry wind, like withered hands, tore cracks into the barren earth.

The broken rocks stand alone on the ground, at the mercy of the fierce winds that tear them apart at will.

Endless sandstorms rolled in like giant waves, covering the earth.

The intense, chaotic aura seemed poised to uproot the entire barren land.

Vega stood firmly on Viktor's shoulder, feeling the desolation around them, even his feathers trembling in the sandstorm.

"Are you really so comfortable letting that old man leave with your precious princess?"

“That’s her maternal grandfather,” Victor said calmly.

Then, he bent down, stretched out one hand, and picked up a clump of soil from the ground.

But the fine dust didn't stay in his palm for long before it swished away from Viktor's hand.

Vega seemed oblivious, busy preening its wind-blown feathers:

“What’s wrong with Grandpa? It’s the first time I’ve met him anyway, and besides, he’s from another country.”

"You haven't said a word, I thought you'd lost your temper today."

Victor did not respond immediately, but simply shook his hand, as if tossing away the remaining sand.

Even if nothing has dissipated from my palm.

"Too much talk will overshadow the main point."

Viktor looked at his palm and said calmly:

"We've arrived."

Vega was taken aback, seemingly not understanding what Victor was talking about.

Suddenly, it heard a piercing scream, like the anguish of a soul, through the desolate sandstorm surrounding it.

The sound was extremely piercing, and even the swirling sand and dust could not block it; it entered its ears clearly.

"The underworld?"

"No, this isn't the underworld."

Vega knew what the underworld was like.

In the true underworld, there is an extremely stagnant, dead river that separates the other side.

The swaying flowers of souls covered the entire underworld, and broken, deep rocks and sculptures filled almost every corner.

There was also a group of ferocious-looking undead carrying various weapons.

They guard the many boundaries of the underworld, searching for those lost souls wandering there who have lost their minds, and tearing them to shreds.

But the scene before them was completely different from the underworld; here there was only endless dust and silence.

But the screams of the dead cannot be faked.

So, where did Viktor bring it?

At this moment, Viktor calmly said:

"This is a place abandoned by the underworld, a place that the living do not want to come into contact with."

"The Realm of the Dead".

In the game, only players or NPCs who possess necromancy can enter the realm of the dead.

However, it is also possible to enter with the help of a necromancer.

For example, Aurelion's maternal grandfather.

Festan Barlow.

As the only necromancer currently in existence, Festan Barlow is also the only human who can freely enter the realm of the dead.

"Some dead souls are unable to enter the underworld because their attachments are too strong."

"In the end, they can only remain in the realm of the dead, dissipating in the flow of time."

Viktor reached out and caught the sandstorm flying in the air in his hand, letting it flow away from his fingertips with the wind.

"No matter how hard you try to hold on, you can't keep it."

He put his hands back in his pockets and continued:

"The Realm of the Dead is a mysterious domain exclusively for necromancers. An outstanding necromancer can sculpt a Realm of the Dead into his own undead kingdom, where all wandering souls will become his knights."

"And a powerful necromancer has more than one domain of the dead."

Viga felt a chill run down her spine, shook the feathers on her body, and looked at Viktor strangely.

"I'm just baffled. It's one thing to know about the underworld, but how come you even know about something like this?"

"You're not a necromancer."

Looking back, Vega thought about it for a moment. This wasn't the first time Victor had shown such omniscience and omnipotence.

It should have adapted long ago.

So Victor ignored Vega's strange expression, simply gazing intently ahead and saying calmly:

"The land we stand on is one of the many territories of the Grand Duke of Barlow."

"And the fact that he allowed me to set foot here means..."

Viktor's eyes flickered slightly; the endless, desolate land before him seemed to be entirely under his control.

"He is willing to transfer this territory of the dead to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth, where sand and dust were rolling, began to tremble slightly.

The skeletal arms emerged from the ground like monsters from a nightmare, resembling a dense forest of bones when viewed from above.

One by one, the skeletons were completely pulled from the ground.

The moment the sandstorm swept through, a ghostly green flame suddenly burst forth from the skeletons' bodies.

It resembled a sea of ​​white bones, covered by astonishing flames.

Each skeleton wielded a gleaming, broken weapon and wore eerie green armor.

There were even skeleton knights riding on undead horses.

Carrying sharp spears, they charged towards Viktor, stepping over the bodies of their allies.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Viktor didn't move an inch.

But a white stripe had appeared on the trench coat behind him.

A violent wind element surged around him.

A powerful gust of air rose from the ground and into the sky, tearing Victor's trench coat completely upwards.

Beneath his calm face, an astonishing silver light illuminated the surroundings.

[Fourth-Tier Magic: Four Symbols Storm Dance]

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