Soul Tomb
In the eyes of the people on this continent, it was normal for them to grow old, die, and die. The souls of the people who died would eventually return to the Soul Tomb.
The entire continent knew that there was a manager in the Soul Tomb.
All the souls would fuse with the administrator in the Soul Tomb and bring about new life.
The administrator of the Grave of Souls was a god only equal to Gaia. No one knew his name, but everyone called him Death!
Death was a position recognized by the world, and it was also the place where the souls of this continent returned.
There were basically no living creatures in the north of the continent because it was in an extremely cold state all year round.
After sending the mushrooms and robots to the temple, Feng went straight to the north.
"Sha ~ Sha ~!" My feet slowly step on the thick layer of snow
Wherever his gaze passed, there was an endless amount of white snow.
Feng didn't care and continued to head north.
There were already five of them in the third generation. Now, the only place left that he had not been to was the North District.
The other five had already gathered in the temple and began to train.
From the pure and natural choice--mushrooms
The choice of the ninja village--shadow dancer
The Warrior of Strength chooses--
Chosen by mechanical wisdom--garbage destroyer
Choose by the assassin of the assassination--
The ones that had yet to be realized were the long-range shooters and the leaders of the third generation.
The wind was heading towards the north, the only place that had not yet arrived.
Feng already had an answer in his heart. There were only a few existences in the north.
Therefore, there were only a few heroes here.
Feng slowly raised his head, and something appeared in front of him.
In the sky, some faint white figures appeared and moved towards a very bright place in front of them.
There were light spots that could be seen even from afar.
It was like a lighthouse, guiding some kind of existence.
The temperature had already reached-40 degrees Celsius, and there were no longer any living things here.
Feng looked around. The blizzard had stopped at some point.
He could already see a tower soaring into the sky.
The light at the top shone even in the dark.
"Is this the place?" He continued to walk to the only door at the bottom of the tower.
With a light push, the door opened. Feng walked in with a calm expression. White figures floated around the tower.
There was basically nothing there, making it seem very empty.
In the innermost part of the room was a black-robed figure.
Feng looked at the figure and slowly walked over.
Sensing that someone was walking over, the black-robed man slowly raised his head.
There was nothing inside. It was an existence of nothingness. Then, two dark blue flames lit up in the eyes.
The flames in the black robe were his eyes, and he just looked at the wind.
A voice that was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, pure yet distorted, like the truth of the world, sounded out.
"Other than Gaia, there's actually someone else who can come here?”
There was no surprise in his voice.
I raised my left hand and a faint black aura appeared on it.
The moment the black aura appeared, the black shadow stopped.
This was an existence with a higher aura than him. This was what his instincts told him the most directly.
"I see. So this is what Gaia couldn't resist?”
Although he said these words, there was no desire in his words.
"Then, sir, what do you need me to do for you to come here?”
The corners of his mouth curled up as he raised a finger on his left hand.
"The hero of the third generation is here!”His words were filled with determination and certainty.
The black-robed man nodded without any surprise.
"This hero is very special. She is not from this world.”
As he spoke, the black-robed man waved his right hand, which was covered in a gauntlet. The souls that were drifting around the empty hall seemed to be afraid of something and scattered.
A black shadow appeared in the middle of the hall. It was a woman, but the black soul flames that kept coming out made it impossible for ordinary people to see anything.
Feng looked at the soul that was constantly releasing evil. This was a vengeful spirit that still had nostalgia for life and still had resentment.
Moreover, her strength was extremely powerful. It was just that this black-robed Death God's position had always suppressed her.
This black vengeful spirit obviously had the strength of a level 10 hero. Currently, it was the strongest other than the Demon King.
It was a coincidence that the vengeful spirit came from another world and was chosen by the third-generation archer the moment it came to this world.
The symbol on the chest of the black figure was also black. It proved that the vengeful spirit had great power when it was alive.
Feng slowly walked to the motionless vengeful spirit and squatted down in front of her.
Looking at her dark face, her figure did not move at all. Even though she knew that there was someone in front of her, she still felt despair.
Feng could feel the despair in her heart, so he spoke.
"Hey! Do you want to make a deal with me?" The black figure slowly raised his head.
"If you agree to my condition, I will grant you a wish.”，"Wish?" A cold voice rang out.
" Ah, wish, even if you want to return to your original world, your wish can be fulfilled."
His pupils lit up again." Can you really fulfill my wish?!”
However, this time, it was not the wind that spoke, but the Grim Reaper behind him.
"What kind of existence do you think is in front of you?”Hearing the words of the Grim Reaper, the vengeful spirit felt a ray of hope.
Even if it was just hope, she had to hold on tightly.
"What do you want me to do?" The black shadow slowly stood up.
Feng nodded." Take part in the third onslaught and survive!"”
As he spoke, Wind looked at the Grim Reaper and released a tiny bit of aura from his left hand that was smaller than a grain of sand.
"This is enough for you. This is your reward. I need you to do something for me.”
The Grim Reaper didn't answer. Instead, he let out a unique laugh.
After accepting the reward, he did not ask what the mission was.
He walked directly in front of the black shadow, his body slowly melting as he glanced at the vengeful spirit.
As the Grim Reaper possessed him, the resentment on the vengeful spirit slowly disappeared.
It didn't disappear, but was suppressed by the Death God on his body.
After all, the Grim Reaper was the nemesis of all souls.
With the blessing of the Grim Reaper, the vengeful spirit was no longer a vengeful spirit, but the queen of the undead!
The third generation, the long-ranged archer's choice, the Undead Queen!，The black resentment faded, revealing a windbreaker and a bow in his hand. The symbol on his chest also lit up.
Wind's eyes flashed as the six heroes appeared, only one more was left.
The third generation-the charismatic choice of the leader-captain!
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