In the depths of the Land of Crimson Rot, the flesh of the Abyss Duke is still suppressed, offering boundless allure to high-tier undead.
The still-slumbering Crimson Queen Bee also needs time to complete its metamorphosis.
After not much time, the Desolate Tomb, having completed its transformation, dispatched the Deserted Tomb Guard, passing through the spatial passage, entering the Undead Plane.
Becoming a powerful reinforcement for the Flesh Butcher.
Expedition to the Other Plane.
This kind of legend only heard from minstrels, Lear had now personally realized.
A peculiar feeling of reality interwoven with fantasy.
Although the Flesh Butcher has no head, this divine life's intelligence far surpasses ordinary people.
It's just that it has always been proud and silent, not fond of speaking.
Lear, who personally nurtured it, had a high level of trust in the Flesh Butcher.
He felt at ease entrusting this important action to it.
