My cemetery is connected to the game world

After the official capital injection from the Shanhai Gods Guild, Hailot's territory changed almost every day.

In the past, Hailot's territory development was based on building what he thought of and building what was lacking. There was a plan but only a little bit of planning.

Now he has given part of the territory of the Old Land to the territory construction experts supported by the Shanhai Fengshen Guild, allowing him to truly see what an "infrastructure maniac" is. In just a few days, crisscrossing ravines were dug out of the territory, and the entire territory was a large construction site several kilometers long and wide.

More than 100,000 skeleton laborers were mobilized in an orderly manner, and countless resources were continuously transported in from all directions. From the scale alone, you can see the prototype of a capital-level city.

The center of the domain is the Lord's Castle, which serves as the parliament in the soon-to-be-formed Kingdom of the Dead.

This is now the activity center of the Scorched Earth City branch of the Zhanlan Association.

Mondorali and Frank are leading the backbone of the Scorched Earth City branch to actively prepare all preparations for the founding of the country.

Master Laem was still writing sleeplessly in the dungeon of the vampire castle, trying to write down as much knowledge as possible before he was released from prison.

Therefore, when Helot visited Master Laem, the gray elf's eyes were already red and his hands were still moving.

"Master, how long have you not slept?" Helot asked in a low voice with concern.

Laem finally stopped writing in his hand: "Sleeping is a luxury for me. The Kingdom of Death has been established, and I will devote more energy to building the country. I will help them complete the dreams of countless dead partners. At that time, I probably don’t have time to think about spells.”

Helot replenished the death energy for Master Laem and persuaded: "Your wisdom is a treasure house. The more you think, the more you write. Therefore, you can never write out all your knowledge. Can you write " "Old Code", you have no regrets, and future additions can be left to me and its future owners..."

Master Laem was replenished with death energy, and his spirit improved a little: "You are right, knowledge cannot be written in a limited life. I should take a short rest to make my thinking clearer, so that I can grasp the key points and write. .

Have you read all the manuscripts you took away last time? "

"There are still more than ten pages left to complete. I came here this time to let you take a look at what happened to the "Old Code"?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Herot informed Master Laem of what happened in the Rotten Court.

"I thought it would recover quickly from its gluttony this time, but after so many days, it is still the same. I asked Frank to look at it, and he couldn't see anything."

Herot took out the "Old Codex". The magic book was not as active as before, and it felt like a real book when held in his hand.

"Show me."

Master Laem took over the "Old Codex".

As one of the authors of the grimoire, Master Ra'em has as much control over it as heroin does.

The Codex of the Old Ones was transformed in the hands of Master Ra'em.

Its texture is thicker, and the energy it contains is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, setting off a strong air current in the prison, as if it is about to collapse the ceiling.

Then the pages of the magic book opened, and black smoke rolled out as the pages turned. The undead dragon's head loomed in the smoke, making a high-pitched hissing sound. The power of this moment was unparalleled.

The air flow blew Master La'em's clothes bulging, his hair and beard flying, and the wrinkles on his face were pulled upward, so that his face was deformed.

The powerful power is continuously released outwards, with unbridled impact.

Master Laem used all his strength to close the opened pages with difficulty.

All the visions disappeared instantly, and the black smoke that was ejected was retracted into the seam of the book in a very short period of time.

The exhausted Master Laem sat down on the chair, breathing heavily, with fear in his eyes.

Helot stepped forward and fed Master Laem a bottle of recovery potion, and then asked: "What just happened?"

Master Laem murmured: "What have we created?"

"Master, are you talking about the "Old Code"?"

Master Laem looked at Herot again: "Who are you?"

"I am Broken Bones, a necromancer who learns spells from you."

"No!" Master Laem stared at Herot, as if he wanted to see through him: "Everything has a reason. I know that it is impossible for me to create this magic book with my knowledge. Its specialness must be because of yours. special."

Helot was even more curious: "What did you see?"

"Life is the past of the dead, and death is the projection of life!"

Herot remembered that he had also obtained this piece of information from the "Old Code", but he did not know its meaning at the time. He asked Master La'em, "What does this mean?"

"I don't know!" Master Laem shook his head, and then gave the magic book in his hand to Helot: "Its power makes me feel scared, and my power cannot suppress it at all. It seems that only in your hands , it is docile.”

Herot weighed the "Old Codex" in his hand. He had never seen such a violent side in this book. This guy was like a pug on weekdays, except for being greedy and very obedient.

Unexpectedly, it was a well-hidden tyrannosaurus.

Herot asked Master Laem: "What is its condition now?"

"It ate too much and was full!" Master Laem's evaluation was very pertinent.

Helot asked again: "Is there any way to make it recover quickly?"

"As long as it is given time, it will recover. Of course, you can also choose to release its full energy completely."

"How to do it?"

"The Old Code" became half-dead in Helot's hands, like a dog that was full and still acting like a spoiled child, and it was completely different from the state that was about to run away just now.

Master Laem replied: "Of course it was a hearty battle."

Hellot was a little puzzled: "I summoned it during actual combat practice, and it didn't give me any response."

The recovered Master Laem laughed: "When you are lazy and lying in bed, are you willing to be pulled up to work? You saw what it looked like just now. Give it a real battle, it will definitely cheer up."

Hellot looked at the magic book in his hand: "Your acting skills are great! A battle has been arranged for you. When the time comes, I will throw you out directly. See if you still want to be lazy?"

After that, Helot stuffed the "Old Days Code" into the space bag.

I have been worried about this foodie for so long, and I must let it move well.

The problem of the "Old Days Code" has been solved, and Helot talked to Master Laem about establishing the Kingdom of Death.

Dolotia, who was fighting outside, has replied.

Supporting the Azure Mage to establish a country was originally a major premise for her cooperation with Master Laem. Now that the Azure Mage wants to establish a country, she certainly won't refuse, and the stronger the Azure Mage is, the more help he will naturally provide her.

As for the Death Kingdom's plan to place its capital next to the Scorched Earth City, Dorothea doesn't care.

Her goal is to seize the Rotten King's Court, and the Scorched Earth City will become a thing of the past.

This vampire's brain circuit is still so strange.

Of course, there will be less trouble!