Chapter 311 Sorry, the user you dialed has been turned off
This is defined by the mages as: The Marginal Sea of Loelmai, which is the hometown of the fishmen, has never encountered a terrifying day in millions of years.
From the untraceable birth of a fish-man to the establishment of a fish-man tribe.
This dark sea located at the bottom of Nunizia space has experienced countless disasters.
Sometimes, there is a chain of fragmentation occurring in the upper space.
As a result, the large pieces of falling material fell directly from the sky above the Sea of Darkness.
The material plate glowing with blazing fire brought huge waves and devastating impacts.
Sometimes, they are sealed objects that "sinked" from other subspaces.
Those intelligent beings in the upper space are always used to throwing dangerous and taboo things into the lower planes.
It's like they were sure these guys would never come back.
Layer after layer, finally deposited in this sea of darkness.
In the countless years before this, the murlocs had played multiple roles in this space:
Slaves, hard labor, at worst, food, toys...
It wasn't until the astonishingly talented king appeared that the fish-man's broken and confused fate was restored.
It led the fishmen to plunder the intelligent life in the surrounding subspace, and sacrificed their souls and flesh, creating the huge realm that now covers the entire sea of darkness.
"Gentleness and kindness cannot buy gratitude and a future. Only the ferocity of blood and fire can bring fear and warmth."
This was the will that the king carried out throughout his life.
It's naturally not that kind.
But fish people don’t need to be kind...
This is a place where the light of stars cannot shine, a soil where light has never been born.
But now, it is just a worse reenactment of history...
A large number of murlocs stared at the sky above:
A huge hole appeared there, and an indescribable huge humanoid creature "slowly" emerged from it.
It's so huge and terrifying.
Its fingers are enough to easily overwhelm the most majestic structures of the fishmen.
And in the dark subspace, there are twin pupils that are brighter than the stars.
Let the opponent's aura add a bit of destruction and violence.
That is not what a purely good life can possess...
The broken space caused violent friction on its waist.
The chaotic space that can separate all matter seems to have lost its effect at this time.
The murlocs could only watch as each other came through the huge hole.
As expected, the upper planes are "throwing away garbage" again.
It's just that this time the "garbage" seems to be a bit out of line...
Some old fishmen even doubt that those humans who were beaten to the crater by their armies can have the ability to banish such a terrifying existence?
Finally, there was a fish-man who couldn't control the fear in his heart.
They screamed and launched their own attacks.
It was a catharsis of all one's strength, and for a moment, it formed a colorful magic light curtain with great momentum.
Then it fell on the giant, sparking sparks that were extremely bright.
"This is the fish-man I am familiar with..."
Above the sky, the giant smiled and said.
Its huge and dull sound turned into tangible air waves, sweeping over the dark sea.
The next moment, the weak fish man suddenly felt his heart palpitating.
There seems to be some foreign matter in the throat, making them unable to stop coughing.
Some fishmen, on the other hand, feel a little weak for no reason.
It was as if he had fought a fierce battle with several females last night, and he didn't even have the strength to hold on to the weapon.
Many complex abnormal states occur to fish-men.
The sharp fishman sensed something was wrong.
"It's a plague!"
A fishman warned.
But to no avail:
The dispersing light that occasionally lights up among the fish-men is like a futile spark in the darkness.
Not long after, it disappeared into the deep darkness.
The sea area that was originally bustling soon fell into an eerie silence...
Through the cold sea, countless fish-men corpses can be seen floating there.
Their eyes either widened in fear or slightly closed in confusion.
Death, compassionately favors everyone...
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Andzibes walked dully through a dark sea.
The teammates beside him also followed with solemn expressions.
It's not like they haven't seen death.
As a network player who has turned on the killing experience mode, which extraordinary network player's promotion does not rely on countless network monsters as nourishment?
It's just that when the numbers on this panel are displayed in some shocking form.
It's a different kind of experience...
Andzibes looked at the dead sea below.
He has flown with his teammates for at least 1 Belem Bell (about half an hour).
Wherever his eyes touched, there were no fish-men.
Just like the danger warning displayed on the comprehensive network panel, the number of murlocs here far exceeded their expectations.
But now, they are all dead...
The cold body, which may even have some warmth remaining, is still soaking in the dark sea water.
Looking up, you can see scenes like this everywhere.
It seemed that they were not entering the kingdom of fish-men, but a lower plane filled with endless negative energy.
The biting and rich aura of death made An-Zbes feel a little terrified.
That was the primitive instinct of life, urging him to leave this dangerous place.
He thought it was a war, and never thought that a scarlet affix called "genocide" would be added.
What kind of monster is that guy from?
An-Zbes thought secretly in his heart.
He originally wanted to add a group of friends of the other party to see if he could further expand his SSS-level lucky results.
But now, seeing this is a terrifying scene for online players.
An-Zbes gave up the idea instantly.
That is not an existence on the same world and level as him.
If you get too close to the other party, you may be involved in some dangerous events...
But how dare he?
Genocide...
He is not afraid of the evil god's revenge at all?
In other words, facing such a number of lives and slaughter, his heart will not waver at all?
Maybe this is a fanatical racist...
An-Zibes recalled the previous opponent's performance, and now it seems that it was a "moderate" performance.
I think the goddess will also understand my behavior...
Thinking of this, Anzibes gathered his mind and then used his divine power.
He tried to connect with his goddess...
As the long wait continued, An-Zbes's expression changed from solemn to calm, and then to a bit confused.
Um?
The wait for the goddess’s call this time was a bit long...
Then, An-Zbes finally felt the familiar divine fluctuations.
Huh, I thought the goddess blocked me again...
Then the next moment, just after An-Zbes was about to report his relevant situation.
He felt a little divine aura around him.
After sensing the indescribable breath of death, the divine link was directly interrupted in a simple and crude way.
An-Zbes looked at the "Pray to God" skill that instantly turned gray and fell into deep thought.
As expected of the god I believe in, his behavior is much neater than mine...
