Weilin turned around, picked up Xuemiya, and said, "Let's talk about it tonight. Now I'll take you to see the three half-planes."

Xuemiya chuckled and put her arms around Weilin's neck: "Let's talk about it tonight."

After playing around for a while, Weilin waved his hand to open a half-dimensional passage and took Xuemia into the passage.

Passing through the demiplane passage, a strong smell of death hit me in the face.

Arriving at a high altitude and looking down, the entire demiplane was filled with death, without a single sign of life.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this demiplane should be where the God Thief stations his troops." Xuemiya stood beside Weilin, looking at the barren land below, and couldn't help frowning.

Weilin squinted at the tower of bones in the distance, raised his hand, and called out the Death-Knight.

A figure condensed in the air, and before I could fully gaze at it, it rushed straight towards the Bone Tower.

Seeing the Death Knight's actions, Weilin had a hint of curiosity on his face, wondering what this guy was going to do.

The Death Knight slowly stepped onto the tower base made of bones, raising the lance slightly in his hand.

With a simple blow, the entire bone tower collapsed and countless skeletons fell to the ground.

At the moment the bone tower collapsed, a powerful force of death gushed out from the bottom of the tower, and a gray-black energy column shot straight into the sky.

This enormous force of death spread rapidly in all directions with the ruins of the Bone Tower as its center. Wherever it passed, skeletons rose up and countless undead spirits crawled out from deep underground.

As the power of death spread, the Death Knight inserted his lance into the base of the bone tower and walked towards the center of the tower.

At the core of the sealed forbidden magic circle engraved with ancient shamanic language, the Death Knight slowly opened his arms, completely let go of his mind, and absorbed the power of death.

The spreading force of death stagnated, began to shrink, and gathered towards the Bone Tower.

At the same time, the cloak behind the Death Knight began to decompose, transforming into 3,333 death runes that flickered with dim light.

Under the control of the Death Knight, the death runes were arranged in the air according to some ancient law.

When the last rune was embedded in the arrangement, a magic circle for hatching death minions suddenly took shape.

The death force that was originally madly pouring into the Death Knight's body was suddenly diverted, and part of the energy was guided into the magic circle.

At the edge of the Bone Tower, Weilin watched the birth of death followers one by one, and could clearly feel his connection with them.

Xuemia stood beside Weilin, sometimes looking at the Death Knight who absorbed the power of death, and sometimes looking at her husband who was not sure whether he was in a daze or thinking, her eyes full of desire for knowledge.

After being with Weilin for so many years, she found that she knew him very well, but also knew him very little.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the last wisp of gray-black death force was completely devoured by the Death Knight, and the entire demiplane suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Then, a beam of emerald green light burst out from the depths of the earth and spread rapidly like ripples.

The originally charred and cracked earth began to tremble, and countless green grass sprouts broke through the ground, growing and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, the entire demiplane was covered with lush green grass, with layers of green waves rippling in the breeze.

On the dead tree eroded by the power of death, new branches sprouted and tender leaves stretched out, exuding vitality.

The pure magic power from another dimension passed through the barrier of the half plane and refracted a colorful halo under the sunlight.

Wherever the magical wind passes, flowers bloom.

The Death-Knight turned around, raised his hand, and the lance flew back into his hand.

Three hundred golden low-level death followers stood in a neat row on the base of the bone tower, drew out the long swords condensed with the power of death at their waists, held them in front of their chests, and saluted their master, their creator, and the faith they were loyal to.

"Return to camp."

The Death Knight looked at his subordinates and whispered two words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the three hundred low-level golden death followers dissipated, condensed into three hundred black light beams, and flew into the magic circle constructed by the death rune.

When three hundred low-level golden death followers entered the "barracks", the magic circle began to disintegrate, and the three thousand three hundred and thirty-three death runes returned to a disordered state.

Under the gaze of the three people, the death rune began to dissipate, and then condensed into a cloak, falling behind the Death Knight.

After doing all this, the Death Knight came to the base of the Bone Tower, stood on the steps, took a look at the brand new demiplane, and returned to Weilin's soul.

When the Death-Knight returned, Weilin suddenly felt that he had established a connection with those death followers. He raised his hand and whispered, "Three soldiers."

The next moment, magic power gathered and a magic circle emerged. Three low-level golden death followers walked out of it and stood quietly in place, waiting for Weilin's orders.

Xuemiya opened her eyes wide and looked at the three low-level gold death followers with curiosity.

When Weilin was about to dismiss the three death followers, Xuemiya said, "Weilin, wait a moment, let me study it first."

"kindness."

Seeing this, Weilin agreed without hesitation.

Since Xuemiya wants to do research, let her do it.

Half an hour later, Weilin lay on the blanket and took it out to read "Mite's Travels".

Three hours later, the God-given Earl felt the sunshine on his body was very comfortable.

Eight hours later, the Knight of Everxi was "meditating" beside his wife.

The next morning, Weilin slowly opened his eyes after feeling a pulling sensation on his face.

Seeing her husband wake up, Xuemiya hurriedly withdrew her hand, bent down, and kissed Weilin's cheek.

Weilin sat up and looked at the three death followers who were still standing there waiting for orders. He asked curiously, "How is the research going?"

"Very strange." Xuemiya sat next to Weilin, opened a notebook, and began to explain, "These death followers have separate souls, but no consciousness, or their consciousness is not in this body, but somewhere else."

"According to my guess..."

As Xuemiya's in-depth and easy-to-understand explanation gradually turned to the field of magic research, Weilin's expression gradually changed from concentration to confusion. The magic terms gradually became obscure and difficult to understand, such as "soul anchor point", "consciousness diversion", "negative energy resonance"...

The occasional few words he could understand made the entire explanation even more fragmented.

"...So this is what it looks like in the end." Xuemiya closed her notebook and turned to look at her husband, her light purple eyes filled with anticipation. "Weilin, do you understand?"

Weilin scratched his head and said hesitantly: "About... I understood about half of it?"

After taking a deep look at her husband, Xuemiya took a deep breath, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she said, "I believe you."

Standing up, Xuemiya put the notes into the space ring and said, "It's getting late. We should go to investigate this demiplane."

"kindness."

Weilin nodded, then left with Xuemiya and began to measure the area of ​​this demiplane, thinking about how to use this demiplane and its future ownership.