About... seven or eight hours?

Andre stood quietly by the Blackwater Styx, the turbid river water reflecting nothing of his appearance in the Akmond's Disguise.

Compared to Andre in the main plane, Andre realized that he could keep the little girl in the undead plane for as long as one-third of a day.

After exhausting all her mental energy, the little girl was naturally sent back to the main plane by Andre.

And the undead minions, full and content, had long been dispatched by Andre to scatter along the river, collecting metallic sand grains.

If this experiment could succeed, the Black Knight Darkening would no longer complain about his body falling apart whenever he used a knight's skill, right?

Watching the busy minions, Andre had no intention of helping.

He bent down and plunged his arm into the water. The piercing coolness of the river water penetrated his soulfire, prompting Andre to quickly retract his arm.

Bitter smile—

He missed human sensations before, but now that he had the keen touch from the Akmond's Disguise, he felt awkward instead...

Could it be that he had become accustomed to being an undead?

Shaking off this depressing question, Andre tried to recall everything he had just done—

Forcing a simple little girl to witness continuous killings, and even demanding that she continuously add strength to the killing side, was it a bit too cold-blooded?

Andre asked himself in his heart...

No, I just want to help her become stronger as soon as possible, to avenge her grievances! The symbiotic contract is just a secondary goal.

Andre quickly replied to himself, but in fact, he was really confused about his true purpose...

People always have a selfish side.

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

I am now an undead, I am an undead—the undead's first priority is survival.

How about letting the little girl adapt for another day or two, then go to the zombie cave?

Seeing that the metal bone grains and metal bone fish had reached the amount needed for today's collection, Andre gathered the skeleton minions and strode back.

Unlike in the past, Andre, wearing the Akmond's Disguise, had a faint aura of light energy emanating from his body. None of the undead minions were willing to appear within three steps of Andre...

Undead beings are naturally enemies with the light.

Andre naturally understood this, but he couldn't think of any other solution while strutting around naked. He could only hope that continuous wearing would allow his minions to gradually adapt.

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The Light Unicorn, although a high-level light-element creature, naturally has the effect of dispelling evil and darkness with its skin.

But the Akmond's Disguise used was, after all, the Light Unicorn skin that had been processed for a long time, and the light attribute was much weaker.

Back at the Skeleton Cemetery, in order to use the Bone Revival spell, Andre had to take off the Akmond's Disguise again.

"Darkening, the fragile skeleton bones can't bear your powerful Black Knight skills, so... how about attaching a layer of metal surface to your body like the Bone Hounds?"

The tone of inquiry was irresistible. Once Andre decided to do something, his minions had no place to resist.

"But, you said you would give me the body of the Knight of Calamity..."

Darkening never forgot Andre's promise, eager to get the body of the Knight of Calamity, how high-level an existence that was! The Black Knight's eye socket flickered with desire.

"Choose one of two, either attach the metal bones first, fight for me, and improve your strength before going to the Withered Forest; or... I will throw you into the Withered Forest now, where there are swarms of Soul-Eating Ghosts, Wailing Banshees, and Void Phantoms. Of course... before they tear your soul into pieces, you can also see the body of the Knight of Calamity I promised you."

Andre was very patient and 'explained' a sentence.

The intelligence of the Black Knight Darkening far surpassed the level of a few-year-old child of Andre's other minions. He didn't say another word— the higher the undead, the more they fear the coming of death.

In the decaying body with no chance of survival, there is an infinite desire for life, isn't it ironic?

The survival of the undead must be based on the deprivation of the survival rights of other undead. The higher the level of the undead, the more they can feel this sorrow.

Either fall completely into the killing and become crazy and chaotic, or fall completely into confusion and hate the existence of life. The fate of the undead will be— the soul will fly and be extinguished.

Only the God of Death, Heydrich, at the top of the plane, can transcend all this.

In the "Kashnikov's Notes," this sad emotion also appears from time to time, always running through.

No matter how unruly the Black Knight Darkening is, he has not yet reached the level of seeing through life and death and not caring about his own soulfire. He submitted to Andre's will and did not argue back. The pain of being torn into countless pieces by several ghosts that can devour souls, the Black Knight dared not imagine. He only knew that when Andre slightly moved the soulfire fragment he submitted when he submitted, he was in unbearable pain.

Satisfied with looking at the Black Knight, Andre took the lead and walked into the stone house of the Skeleton Cemetery. The undead minions leaped in and put the container with the metal bone grains in the corner.

...

The metal bone fish are getting fewer and fewer, is it because I am fishing too fast, or were they not many to begin with?

Andre looked at today's harvest and scratched his head with a creaking sound.

The metal bone grains on the nearby beach are getting fewer and fewer. If this continues, Andre will have to move. Andre's secret weapon now is those undead warriors whose bones or weapons have been strengthened. If the transformation cannot continue, then what can he rely on?

Shaking off these unpleasant things in his mind, Andre asked the Black Knight Darkening to move all the bone grains in front of him and pour them all into the circles he drew with the Bone Wand.

"Respected master, you let a noble Black Knight do these things that only lowly undead do? You... you are blaspheming my dignity as a knight..."

The Black Knight Darkening was not willing to start obediently, pitifully nagging Andre, and even dared to raise his chin high when conveying his consciousness.

Bang—

Poor Black Knight got a heavy blow on the forehead. He even felt the soulfire hidden deep in his skull cavity shaking.

"If you mention the dignity of the knight to me again, believe it or not, I will disassemble you into parts now?"

Andre took back the Bone Wand that was used as a big hammer and scolded the poor Black Knight's nose. His actions were vaguely similar to the old man Kgb in the main plane.

After being scolded, the Black Knight Darkening obediently carried the bone grains and dared not say anything about the dignity of the Black Knight.

Damn it, in front of the master, dare to say the dignity of the knight?

If you don't move it, do you want me to do it myself?

Andre sat on a stone chair on the side with intention, raising his chin high.

Must let the minions never dare to disobey their own will at any time...