Drowsiness couldn't stop coming to my mind.

Garen's eyelids trembled. After a long time, he felt this feeling of being eroded by thoughts due to exhaustion again.

"Get some sleep and rest."

Garen said to Yuna.

But got no response.

I braced myself and turned around to see, it turned out that Yuna had closed her eyes and fell asleep, and she was making a little purring sound like a cat from her mouth.

Resisting his sleepiness, Garen rolled up some gems and gold coins, closed them in front of his head, and then buried them in. He felt the friction between his faceplate and the gold coins and gems, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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Two weeks later, the Wasteland of Bones.

A super-giant silver dragon with a length of forty-two meters soared in the sky, and the gloomy and undead clouds in the sky could not block the brilliance carried by its scales. It was like a small silver sun above the Bone Wasteland.

Very conspicuous.

Next to the super giant silver dragon, there is an old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter.

Nehemiah and the Pope of Light came to the Wasteland of Bones.

Along with them were the brave paladins and priests of the Holy See of Light.

The undead knight riding the nightmare horse roared, and the nightmare horse made of pitch-black bones galloped through the air with blue flames, trying to escape from the Bone Wasteland.

The Pope of Light looked down at the sky with a gentle expression.

With a slight movement of the corona scepter, countless white rays of light condensed into threads, penetrated the endless aura of death, penetrated the air, and fell on the undead creatures below in an instant.

Chi chi chi..........

The white light threads are extremely precise, penetrating the soul fire in the undead creatures one by one. The white light bursts out and turns into a more fierce and bright blazing flame, burning and purifying the blue soul fire in an instant. Those who have lost the soul fire

The undead turned into skeletons again and fell to the ground.

Whether it was the lowest level of skeletons and rotten corpses, or the powerful undead knights and corpse witches, all were wailing and being purified and died under the relentless cleaning of the Holy See of Light. Their already dead bodies died again.

Only killing undead creatures without eradicating the environment of the Bone Wasteland treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

In the past, the Holy See of Light would not waste a lot of effort on such a thankless task, but now, because the minions of the original Sun God may be hiding in the Wasteland of Bones, the Holy See of Light has gathered all its strength to encircle and sweep this place.

All the dead souls.

The Pope of Light holds high the corona scepter.

There was warm white light centered on him and spreading in all directions, inspiring the courage of the people inside and strengthening their strength.

But this warm white light is like flaming sulfuric acid to undead creatures.

Some low-level undead creatures were covered in fire and fell down in pieces like wheat.

The high-level undead were also seriously affected, and their soul fire was extinguished during the encirclement and suppression by the paladins and priests below.

At the same time, a skeletal lion king with a length of more than thirty meters jumped up, and there was a vague black mist lingering between the gaps between its bones, which was invisible under the bright light.

It stretched out its jagged and pale bone claws, and from bottom to top, driven by the breath of the dead, it fiercely pounced on the Pope of Light.

The Pope of Light, who radiates light like a small sun, is the most disgusting existence in the eyes of all undead creatures.

The Pope of Light did not move and maintained his magic.

Bang!

The powerful dragon claws pinched the skeleton lion king's spine, and with a sudden force, the iron-hard bones were crushed in the dragon claws like tofu.

Nehemiah easily crushed the Skeleton Lion into bone fragments.

A puff of black mist rose from the shattered bone fragments, hissing under the burning power of light, and gradually dissipated.

"The power of the original sun god is indeed being nurtured in this land."

"Fortunately, we didn't give him a long time to sleep, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."

The Pope of Light looked down at the gray-white wasteland below.

The white wave is clearing the Wasteland of Bones, and undead creatures are dying one after another in the strangulation of the Holy See of Light.

In the bodies of many slightly more advanced undead, there is black light belonging to the original sun god, which is the actual light that is like black mist.

"Yale'an, his minions are almost dead, but there is no reaction. It seems that he does not intend to incarnate to intervene."

"Pity.........."

The super giant silver dragon looked down at the earth and said.

There was obvious disappointment in Nehemiah's voice.

He and the Pope of Light came here in person, mainly to deal with the possible back-ups left by the original Sun God. If they simply clean up the Wasteland of Bones, Keynes and his knights can do it. The Wasteland of Bones was born not long ago, and although the environment is difficult to eradicate

, but the undead inside are not very powerful.

With each passing day and each rising sun, Nehemiah could feel himself one step closer to eternal sleep.

In Nehemiah's current view, the most ruthless and cruel thing in the world is none other than time.

Not being able to have a battle with the incarnation of the god of waste before entering the dragon's tomb that shocked the Noah continent made Nehemiah feel disappointed and lonely from the bottom of his heart.

But after all, he had experienced enough. Although he was a little disappointed, he was not obsessed with it.

The Pope of Light turned his head and looked at the mighty and majestic giant silver dragon.

"Although the original sun god has not come, I will still pray to the light god for his mercy and mercy, and bless you to become an ancient dragon."

He said warmly.

Nehemiah shook his head and refused: "I understand your intention, but I don't need the blessing of the God of Light."

"Then I will rely on my own strength to make one last push. If I succeed, I will walk out of the Dragon Tomb and we can see each other again."

"If it fails... Yelian, you don't have to feel sad for me. I have lived long enough and I am not afraid of death."

The blessing of the God of Light is a great honor to his believers, but for an ancient silver dragon like Nehemiah, the blessing of the God of Light is a shackles.

After hearing Nehemiah's answer, the Pope of Light was silent for a moment, and then his voice was a little dry, and he said slowly: "I wish you in advance that you can transcend life and death and walk out of the dragon's tomb."

The task of cleaning up the undead was carried out in an orderly manner. In the gray wasteland, there were fewer and fewer undead creatures still burning with soul fire. Soon, no one was left, and they were basically purified and eliminated by the Holy See of Light.

However, the personnel of the Holy See of Light did not evacuate, scanning the Wasteland of Bones for any traces of the undead that might be hidden.

"We cannot take it lightly yet."

"We must not let go of any clues involving the original Sun God."

The Pope of Light warned Keynes.

The undead in the Wasteland of Bones have been wiped out, but not all the minions of the original Sun God may be hidden in the Wasteland of Bones.

The Holy See of Light cannot rest yet.

After a while, the Pope of Light left the place and Nehemiah flew into the distance.

When the Wasteland of Bones returned to loneliness and emptiness, and people from the Holy See of Light began to retreat on a large scale, outside the Wasteland of Bones, the air on a certain slope of a hill fluctuated slightly.

Elena looked at the situation in the Bone Wasteland from a distance, with a look of hatred in her eyes.

"Damn old man."

"When my lord comes, I will kill you without a burial place."

She gritted her teeth and cursed secretly.

The undead in the Bone Wasteland were wiped out, and many of the subordinates she had cultivated for a period of time died, causing her to waste a lot of energy.

At the same time, the ground rolled, the earth and rocks cracked, and the stone cairn snake dragon with empty eyes revealed its huge and winding body.

The stone cairn snake dragon that did not leave the Bone Wasteland was lucky enough to survive in this place of right and wrong.

But the end was not good.

Elena looked down at the swollen belly of the stone cairn snake dragon. Her eyes that were filled with hatred and resentment just now quickly became pious. She prayed silently and recited the prayers of the original sun god in a low voice.

The stone cairn snake dragon's empty eyes showed pain.

It struggled a bit.

However, in the blink of an eye, he was controlled again by Elena's illusion and turned into a puppet.

"Great primordial sun god, please wait patiently for a while."

"Soon, I will search for enough food for you to allow your clone to be born in this world."

"When you are born, all creatures in this world will celebrate your arrival with the most pious attitude and welcome your light."

The Cairn Snake Dragon's abdomen did not change. Elena knelt down and murmured something.

Then, she slowly stood up and looked at the sky with her amber eyes, looking in the direction Nehemiah left.
Chapter completed!