Chapter 624: Kingdom of the Dead

Bran thanked Lily very much, and the wizards of all sizes around him. Over the past ten years, Lily has led them to continuously improve the magic network, laying a solid foundation for everything he does today.
He left in a hurry in the past, and now he has returned in a hurry, neither for this world nor for the increasingly mature magic network, he did not pay much. At least compared to what he has gained now, that little effort is too insignificant.
So, he is really happy to be able to share the view before him...
After the cycle of life and death began to run, Bran gradually became confused. But he knew that just stick to the past. Like many things I have experienced before, from jerky to skilled, until these operations are turned into instinct.
The people who are just as busy as him are those who are not worthy. Although the cycle of life and death only contains one world right now, it is already huge and unimaginable for them. Even though Bran has been mobilized, they are still not ready.
Charlotte is the most lazy one. Her dog finally has a place to be used as a real watchdog. And she also took over the responsibility of guarding the gate, allowing entry on the left side and no entry on the right side. The entrance to the back garden was guarded by the most majestic three-headed ghost dog, to prevent the brave little ones.
As for the main entrance, Charlotte personally took two vicious dogs to guard it, because it was the quietest place and the best place to rest. People who get busy don't even have time to look here.
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Compared to people like Baz and Pachu, Sajia is not busy. At first she still had some doubts about the new location of Sandstone City, but when the Nether Mansion appeared, she discovered that the Great Wizard had made arrangements. Today's Sandstone City is more like a gatehouse, located in a corner of the mansion.
Just like in Beidi Port, all she has to do is to maintain order here. At the moment, most of her energy is in the left hemisphere, combing the ever-increasing number of dead souls. Of course, it is only for intelligent life, as for those low-level creatures will pass through the hall along the wind of magic, without her having to bother.
In this process, her father and those uncles became the most effective helpers.
When I first arrived in Netherworld, it was still eye-catching except that grassland, and it was impossible to see other places in the eyes of Fanwu. So my father began to comfort her and let her take a long view...
Liga wanted to laugh a little, she could see that even her father didn't believe it. So she began to explain some arrangements of the Great Wizard, telling him and everyone in Sandstone City that this is the kingdom of the dead. From today, they will start a new life here.
For a moment, the father's eyes showed a hint of looking at a silly child, although he concealed it well. Before the return of the Great Wizard, the relationship between father and daughter seemed to be back to the original. Every time his father looked at her, he would secretly shake his head and sigh.
As the great wizard said, this is his world alone. Everything outside of the grassland is made up of dark or light ink, the sky, the earth, and a round of black sun hanging over the head that seems to be true and illusory. Maybe it's not black, it's just dyed like that by magic.
As long as he walked out of the grassland, his side immediately became gray. When looking into the distance, the gray will gradually thicken, and eventually turn into a deep black, just like the color of a great wizard's robe.
Magical power slowly flowed through the body with the familiar dull feeling, just a touch of acerbity.
When the mountain-like palace suddenly rose, and colorful brilliance descended from the sky, she heard her father murmur—the kingdom of the dead.
He finally believed that another identity of the great wizard-the king of the dead, the Dark Night. He was even a little excited about his death at the hands of the gods, as if the strength of the opponent just proved his worth. He selectively ignored tens of thousands of demons, as well as a larger number of amphibians, because those people would only prove how trivial his death was...
Father is still that staid knight, even if he has become a necromancer. Before he was alive, he was eager to serve under the king's account, and now he finally got what he wanted.
From that moment, my father suddenly became alive...
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After rising from the throne, Buzz's bitter days came. Bran gave him the simplest job, but also the most tedious job.
Listening and writing make Buzz feel like he is back in his apprenticeship. He felt a little overwhelmed even if most of the papers were done by magic.
In the past ten years, the tiredness that I have never felt has come to him again. As soon as he arrived in Netherworld, he once felt that his whole body had endless energy, and now it seemed that it was mostly an illusion.
Over the years, he has not given up on research, hoping to learn more about the power of this body, but unfortunately, little effect has been achieved. Logically speaking, the Black Dragon Maya should be a similar existence to him, but why does he have a power that is hard to reach?
With this question in mind, he discussed with Pachu.
Pachu believes that this is the result of the body's inability to adapt to magic. When the magic power on the barren continent became increasingly scarce, and the survival of such groups as Dragon Knight became increasingly difficult, their ancestors quickly multiplied by giving up magic power. Now that the magic power is full again, his mortal body can hardly adapt to this change.
I originally wanted to wait for the great wizard to come back and look for opportunities to continue consulting, but I have never had the opportunity.
Baz felt that he was tired enough, but it was nothing compared to Pachu. He was tired because the great wizard had arranged a specific job, while Pachu was tired on the contrary.
Thinking of Pachu, Baz looked over subconsciously, but opened his mouth in surprise.
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Pachu at this time didn't feel tired anymore.
These days, Pachu is a miscellaneous man, appearing wherever he needs it. The great wizard did not assign him any specific work, so all the work is related to him.
General instructions are the most troublesome. Any trouble in any place will become his unshirkable responsibility.
The Great Wizard was not sympathetic because he was about to die. But Pachu believes that this must have profound meaning. So he gritted his teeth and persisted, dragging the old body, running around.
This made me realize that death is not a quick and easy thing. This last trace of energy seems endless, and it is not clean in any way.
It wasn't until not long ago that he felt that he really couldn't walk, so he sat back to his position and rested for a while. Unfortunately, there is always something that keeps him in peace, and there is another congestion at the left door. The roar of the ghost dog and Shajia's yelling sounded there at the same time.
Pachu sighed, got up and rushed there.
Some people stopped their work and looked at him, and there were more and more such people. This makes Pachu a little irritable, when is there time to watch the excitement?
Soon, the door was close in front of him, and the noise suddenly disappeared as he approached, and the disciples and colleagues stared at him directly. Pachu only noticed the surprise in people's eyes.
Looking down, he suddenly realized that his body was translucent. Looking back in amazement, he was sitting on a body with no breath, and his head drooping.