Li Ziyu squatted down and touched the "stone slab" on the ground. It felt familiar, and it was made of bones.

He looked up and saw the bone plates spreading forward and far away. These bone plates should have been transformed from skeletons of the undead, but Li Ziyu did not feel the breath of soul fire in the bone plates.

The soul fire of these skeletal undead has been extinguished. In other words, they are already dead.

In the distance, you can see a huge building, which is the Temple of the Dead.

"Keep going."

Li Ziyu did not answer Torento's words, but stood up and continued forward along the path laid out by the bone plates.

Torento was keenly aware that the Saint Corpses following him seemed to be more imposing, and the fire in their eyes was a little hotter, but strangely, he felt that the fear and dread he had felt before had subsided a lot, and he felt much calmer.

Very strange.

He doesn't understand.

Torento shook his head and took a few quick steps to catch up with Li Ziyu.

After walking along a road paved with bone plates, torches about two meters high appeared on both sides. The shape of the torch stem looked like a twisted undead, with both hands holding a round spray gun filled with flames above the head, a typical undead style.

When Li Ziyu and the undead passed by the torch, the torch suddenly caught fire, and clusters of dark green flames appeared out of thin air, floating above the torch and swaying.

Torento was startled by the sudden flames and looked around in fear.

As far as he could remember, the torches had never been lit.

City Lord Jonathan also conducted an experiment. He once wanted to light a torch and poured lamp oil into it, but no matter how much lamp oil he poured, the flame could not be ignited, as if some force was preventing them from lighting the torch.

Now he understood that these torches could not be lit by just anyone. Only the holy corpse could make the torches burn.

However, the dark green flames are creepy even in the daytime.

As the team moved forward, more and more torches were lit, as if welcoming the return of their master.

At the end of the road, there stands a huge temple.

Different from the Temple of the Dead built by Li Ziyu, this temple is majestic, solemn, and depressing, with an ancient feel everywhere.

The whole structure is pitch black, with a spire on top, which gives it a Gothic architectural style. The carvings on it are even more detailed and there are so many of them that it is terrifying. Even the roof and corners are carved with a large number of undead patterns.

After Li Ziyu and the undead arrived, flames also ignited outside the Temple of the Dead, like ghost fires, cruising back and forth in the air.

The undead have an ancient history and almost infinite lifespan, but they usually have nothing to do. Most of the undead like to sleep. There is no difference between being awake and asleep anyway, so why not sleep?

But there are always some unique existences, and these unique existences promote the progress of the undead in all aspects, such as art, culture, and technology. The undead are so tolerant that they give these unique people opportunities and let them let go to create, which makes the undead glorious.

The gate of the temple is ten meters high, and humans are extremely small under the gate. There are normal corner gates on both sides, which are where people usually come in and out. However, in recent decades, people have begun to ignore the Temple of the Dead. They have abandoned their beliefs, and few people come to this place anymore. A lot of dust has accumulated on the ground.

Li Ziyu disdained to go through the small corner gate. After all, he was the owner of the Undead Castle. Even among the ancient Undead clan, he should be a lord-level figure. It was unreasonable for him to go through the small corner gate to walk around the temple.

He stepped forward, and before he could reach out to push the door, he heard the door make a rumbling sound and open inward by itself.

How is that possible!

Torento widened his eyes and screamed wildly in his heart.

This was even more incredible than the two torches lighting up the road. As far as he could remember, the old nobles had never said that the gate of the temple would be fully opened.

Even when the holy skeleton rushed out of the temple to help Sundberg resist foreign enemies, the door of the temple was never fully opened.

Why is it open today?

Li Ziyu looked up at the dark interior of the temple and a smile appeared on his face.

oh?

Can you feel my breath?

Li Ziyu himself is still a human being, not an undead, but he is a time traveler, the lord of the undead, and has been with a large number of undead for a long time. For the ancient undead clan, they will naturally regard him as one of their own.

Since the door is open to welcome him, there is nothing to hesitate about. Li Ziyu stepped into the temple.

As soon as we entered the temple, countless flames lit up. This time, they were not the terrifying dark green flames, but warm bright yellow flames. The dense clusters were huge in number, illuminating the entire temple.

Entering the gate is the outer hall of the Temple of the Dead. Utilizing the power of the law of space, the outer hall looks wider than the Temple of the Dead from the outside. It is dozens of meters high and is painted with colorful and exquisite murals, depicting the development of the Undead and the wars between the Undead and foreign races.

Simple murals cannot show the power of the undead, so they specially added magic to the murals to make them move, very slowly, but allowing people to appreciate them as if watching animations.

Li Ziyu looked up at the slowly moving mural of the dead, looked around before looking back into the hall.

In the center of the outer hall stood a statue of an undead more than ten meters tall, wearing a black hooded robe, holding a staff pointed into the distance, and the other hand open, holding a magic book.

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