Next, the silver insect mark on Akmanmeng's hand began to wriggle, and the power in his body surged out.

I saw a ritual array spreading under him.

A strange change suddenly appeared on the snake man who had completely died.

His dream of life has drifted away and headed to the dreamy sea of ​​stars in the Creator Kingdom.

However, the strong unwillingness that emanates from, and the pursuit of living, gradually condenses into an illusory insect under the influence of the ritual.

The insect was originally illusory, but after drilling into the snake man's body, the flesh and blood that devoured his body turned into reality little by little.

Corpse worm.

You can see stripes arched on the surface of the snake man's skin, and something seemed to keep rushing upwards.

at last.

Hit into his brain.

At this time, the snake man who had just died started to shake violently.

Akmanmon looked at the old lord again: "Materials are needed."

At this time, the old lord had already left the bed and couldn't help but look forward, trying to see the scene below clearly.

From the time the dead snake man started to tremble and started to move again, he could no longer remain calm.

There was shock and deep desire in his eyes.

Compared to the dead snake man below, his desire to live is stronger than the other party.

"Give it to him."

"Give it all to him."

He immediately shouted loudly after hearing Akmanmon's words, his voice full of impatientness.

Two soldiers in armor came in from outside the door and tied up a thin slave and threw it down.

Although this slave didn't know what would happen, he instinctively let out a whimper of fear and kept struggling.

"roar!"

At this time, the snake man who had just died suddenly turned over and roared wildly.

His eyes were red, and his throat made a strange sound, and he looked around instinctively for something.

It's like a hungry beast.

Ackermanmon said to the soldiers: "Kill the offerings and let the smell of flesh and blood flow out."

The soldier glanced at it, and immediately followed Akmanmon's order to kill the slave.

Blood flowed out, and the crazy snake man immediately looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly burst out with great force to break free from the bondage.

Then he rushed over.

The following scene is extremely terrifying.

The snake man who had just been "resurrected" ate a corpse alive.

The sound of eating people echoes in the wide space.

But it can also be seen that the body of this snake man is undergoing tremendous changes.

As he swallowed, the rotten sores on his body healed little by little.

His originally thin body became stronger little by little.

This is the power of corpse-eating insects, and it is also the unwillingness of countless people to die and their desire for life.

This is a born from death.

The real ghoul.

A true ghoul as a race.

They were born from the power radiation of the magic props, the Silver Worm, which condensed the living people's fear of death and strong desire for life and turned into corpse-eating insects. Finally, the corpse-eating insects occupied their original body and turned into corpse-eating ghouls.

As long as the magic props and silver bugs are still there, as long as death still exists, they will continue to exist and continue.

This newly born new ghoul is also devouring, recovering from madness and hunger little by little.

Finally, he stood up in a daze, turned around on the stone-paved ground, and came to his senses in a daze, looking at his body.

"I'm alive~"

“I’m fine.

He showed a confused expression and said with blood on the corners of his mouth.

But everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone else present showed shock, ecstasy, and fear.

Ackerman lowered his head, and seemed to be paying no attention to his work.

They didn't see it.

At this time, Akman, who was lowering his head, covered his lips and moved slightly. The words he spit out in the lips were exactly those two sentences.

"I'm alive."

"I'm fine."

In everyone's eyes, there is only the person who is resurrected from the dead.

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The old lord was supported by a girl and walked forward for a while.

He leaned over and looked for a long time, and seemed to have finally confirmed something.

I sucked my breath in my dry throat for a long time before I spit out a word.

"good!"

"I really lived, I really lived."

"It turns out that man can really be resurrected from the dead."

"The Ghoul King Sero, who dares to devour the gods, is indeed not an ordinary person."

At this point, he still thought that everything was left by the former king of ghouls and the chief of the crypt sect of the corpse eater, which did all this.

He could not believe that the guy in front of him had done something unimaginable like "resurrected from the dead".

It is even more unimaginable that all Ackermanmon did was not for the resurrection of Thirot.

But to become a god.

He didn't know that everything he saw was problematic. It was impossible for the ghoul born in this method to remember that it was a completely new individual.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Everything was under control before, and it seemed that the old lord who knew all the things were completely unaware of.

The information he received seemed to be correct, but not completely correct.

All he knew was that everything he knew had been fulfilled.

Ackermanmon does have a way of leaving Thirot.

Akmanmon has a powerful prop on his body.

Ackermanmon can bring people back from the dead.

Progress step by step, every step is verified.

This has made him believe in all this.

Akmanmon stood there and said to the old lord.

"I have done it, is it time for you to fulfill your promise next?"

The old lord had only the resurrection of the dead man in his eyes, and he didn't even look at Akman.

"Very good."

"It turned out to be true."

"I don't have to die, I can continue to live."

It was not until this time that he seemed to respond to Akmanmon's words.

"What you said is indeed true."

But after saying this, a figure gradually emerged from the dark corner.

It was a figure with a pale complexion and a slightly red pupil.

He said while dressing in decent clothes and responding with standard aristocratic etiquette.

"certainly."

"Everything I said is true."

It was the old ghoul who had been following Ackermanmon, who seemed to have defected to the Hunter family and the Red Clay Territory.

This doesn't seem to be surprising.

Compared with the cult of the Corpse Eater Secretology, the Hunter family, which controls the entire Red Clay Territory, is more promising.

At least that seems to be the case on the surface.

The old lord smiled, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, endless greed and complacent in his eyes.

He has not become a ghoul yet, but now he looks no different from a real ghoul.

He didn't even have any extra nonsense, and didn't even look at Akmanmon, and directly issued an order.

"Catch him."
To be continued...