"Please, do me a favor and help me!"
Hearing Yu Chen's words, the deity within the skeleton suddenly saw a blood-soaked, graying-haired man appear before its eyes, while its own voice echoed in its ears.
"What a body, tempered a thousand times over—brimming with vitality, with strong sinews and bones. Besides, you only have a little over ten years left to live. Once your vitality declines, your fleshly body won't be nearly this good. So do me a favor and help me! Give me your body ten years early!"
A great many corpses lay strewn haphazardly around the man. He shouted, "Evil god! You ambushed us and caused the battle at the front to fail! Our lord will never spare you!"
"Our lord? A tiny tribe with fewer than a million people even including its slaves, and you think submitting to Great Xia makes you a regional lord? You dare call your chieftain a lord? That's truly killing me!"
The skeletal evil god heard itself laugh loudly. "Do you really not know why I appeared here? Isn't it because someone didn't want you to submit? And after this defeat, do you think your tribe still has a chance?"
As it spoke, skeletons flew out one after another, passing through the man's body and taking away nearly half his life force, replacing it with deathly qi.
The skeletal evil god remembered that it later controlled this half-living, half-dead man, had him devour the surrounding corpses, and manipulated him into attacking his own tribe. At the height of his despair, it destroyed his soul in one stroke, fused it into the bones, and obtained a special skeleton.
The scenes that followed unfolded exactly as they had in the evil god's memories. After the man died, several more different scenes appeared.
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