Chapter 338 Logistics warehouse of the undead empire
Ange tilted his head, but before he could speak, Nigris shouted eagerly: "Don't talk nonsense without you. It was the godhead who chose Ange as his successor."
Zhaobada, snatch the immortal king's godhead? Who dares to bear such a big crime?
Damn it, don't forget that in addition to Feti in front of you, there are also Harvey and the Great Sage in the Sunken Land, as well as tens of millions of undead creatures.
The Undead Empire back then was so huge that no one knew if there were any souls loyal to His Majesty. For example, had the witches died or gone into hiding?
According to speculation, the witch should be an existence with divine status, so His Majesty asked her to be careful of the soul storm.
This is also the reason why Nigris has been reluctant to bring Xavi back.
Theoretically, as long as the world transfer station is opened, Harvey can teleport back.
The return of too many souls loyal to the immortal king will inevitably create a question - whose palace of rest belongs to whom?
The Palace of Rest is in Ange's hands, and no one can take it away, but what does Harvey have to do?
It’s best not to come back until these issues are resolved.
"Impossible, why would the immortal god choose a human to inherit? He must have used some despicable means, ah -" At this point, Feti suddenly arched his head and let out a scream from his soul.
With its scream, the entire plane reverberated like a huge wave, and corpses from all directions stood up. As its scream spread like ripples, waves of corpses were set off, slowly
Move to the location of the teleportation array.
The most terrifying thing about the undead is not the tyrannical Lord of Death, nor the immortal soul, but the tide of undead corpses that are as fearless as an endless tide.
They pounce on you without fear, and will not flinch even if they are struck by swords, guns, swords and halberds. You have no fear in cutting them into pieces. As long as you miss and are killed by them, you will soon become a part of them.
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The elite golden skeletons step on the halo of the king's arrival, summoning all the corpses on the ground, surging like a tide. When they surge up, they become natural disasters - natural disasters of the undead.
Considering undead creatures as natural disasters, it is conceivable that when people face them, they are just as powerless as those naturally occurring natural disasters.
Not only that, following Feti's roar of light, space cracks opened in front of it, but strangely, nothing came out of the cracks.
Fetty was also puzzled: "Where is my golden skull?"
Could it be that they were all called away by the Divine Bones and Skeletons? Nigris murmured in his heart.
Seeing the undead tide coming here, Ange suddenly arched his body: Ouch! A blazing soul flame surged from his body.
The corpses that were slowly starting to pour in here suddenly slowed down hesitantly, and finally stopped completely.
Strong doubts surged in Feti's soul: "You suppressed me?"
"It's normal. Ange is the immortal god. It seems that these corpses are not directly under your control. They must listen to the immortal god first. Don't worry. What did you just say? You said, 'The immortal god will not choose a human to inherit it.'
'?You think he's human?"
Nigris quickly stopped between Feti and Ange and said urgently.
"Not human?" Feti wondered.
Nigris didn't even know what to say. Feti was the Lord of Mourning. Although he didn't remember it, the Lord of Mourning had an unparalleled soul and was more terrifying than the gods. Of course, his mental power was also unparalleled.
Damn it, you can't see through Ange's illusion now?
The last time I was in the Land of Sinking, I didn't meet Harvey face to face, so I couldn't be sure. But now I can be sure that Ange's perverted mental power is higher than that of the Lord of Death.
Regardless of whether Ange was so tall from the beginning, or whether he gradually became so tall after inheriting the godhead, this is something incredible.
"What if not?" asked Negris.
Feti was stunned for a moment: "Not very good."
Negris muttered: "Why don't you be fooled? Seriously, Ange, take off your hat and show it."
Ange took off his hat, revealing the skeleton.
"Golden skeleton!? Impossible! Scarecrow hat? Even more impossible, how could a golden skeleton have such strong mental power?!" Fetty shouted in disbelief.
Nigris spread his hands: "This may be the reason why the Immortal Godhead chose him."
Feti stared blankly at Ange for a long time, then turned to Duroken, and finally back to Nigris: "Did the Immortal God really choose him? Rather than rob him?"
Duroken had to speak: "Feti, what are you thinking about? Is the immortality something you can grab if you want?"
It makes sense. Can the immortal godhead be snatched away if you want? This is too underestimated of the king.
"Really inherited? Why did Godhead choose him?" Feti stood up straighter, his posture less aggressive, and his tone less hostile.
"It's a long story..." Nigris recounted what had happened over the years, leaving Feti and Duroken speechless. Some things were heard by Duroken for the first time.
After hearing these things, Feti looked at Ange and said in a complicated tone: "Vegetable skeleton? What a lucky guy."
Nigris shook his head: "This is not good luck. Although he is indeed very lucky, if it were you, would you be able to grow things for a thousand years? Thanks to the growth of material in the farm boundary to balance it, otherwise
The Palace of Rest collapsed long ago, so he saved the Palace of Rest."
It doesn't matter whether it was good luck or salvation, at least it proved that Ange was not a robbed godhead, but was recognized by the godhead.
Realizing this, Feti muttered something that no one could hear clearly, and knelt down on one knee: "God of immortality, may your soul live forever and be immortal forever."
This is a kind of ceremonial kneeling, expressing its respect for the immortal god. After performing the ritual, he stood up.
Nigris was a little disappointed. This was different from what it expected, but it was reasonable. As the Lord of Mourning and the most loyal warrior of the Immortal King, how could Feti sacrifice his soul to others just because of the transfer of the Immortal Godhead?
Duroken was forced to have no choice. He had just been reborn. If he didn't dedicate his soul, he would have to sleep forever.
But that's good, at least Feti's hostility is gone, and Nigris can ask it more questions.
"Feti, did you know that His Majesty has disappeared?" Negris asked tentatively, testing how much of its memory has been restored.
"I know." Feti nodded: "I watched the king enter the Void Gate with my own eyes. You have even inherited the immortal godhead. The king probably failed to come back."
"Then do you know why His Majesty entered the Gate of the Void? What happened to the Soul Storm? Before that, His Majesty seemed to have removed everyone's soul connections, including yours." Negris asked.
"Of course he went to kill people. It was too dangerous. Wang said he wouldn't take me with him and asked Locke and I to kill everyone else to avoid suffering the storm of faith and causing a chain reaction." Feti said.
"Enter the Gate of the Void to kill people? Why?" Negris asked.
"What the king means is that some guys are hiding in the depths of the void, using very special methods to accumulate strength and launch soul storms, also called faith storms. They want to erase the gods and kings from the level of faith, so the king decided to take action first.
"Qiang, go over and kill them."
Nigris and Duroken were dumbfounded after hearing this. They wiped out the king and the gods together? Oh my God, the power of this soul storm is so terrifying? Even if it is scary, it is actually launched by some 'guys'?
What kind of guy can unleash a storm that wipes out kings and gods alike?
"I don't know, they call themselves evil gods."
Hearing this, everyone invariably thought of a big fluffy cat, and then shook their heads. With its feline look, it didn't look like an evil god at all.
According to Feti, Negris probably understood that somewhere in the void, a group of evil gods were trying to release the soul storm, or it could also be called the faith storm. Anyway, it was a belief-level power that could directly affect gods and kings.
This kind of storm seems to be cross-dimensional. As long as it is within a certain range, it will be affected and hit across planes.
In order to strike first, the king tried to locate the location of the evil god, and took one step forward through the air, preparing to destroy those guys.
Because the situation in the void was too complicated, he did not bring his loyal people with him. Instead, he asked Locke and Feti to kill the other gods first to avoid certain chain reactions when suffering from the storm of faith.
"What kind of logic is this? Because you are afraid of their death, so you kill them first?" Nigris was confused.
Duroken shook his head: "That's not the case. The collapse of faith will have a serious chain reaction, which will affect many devout believers. Especially if there is a large-scale collapse of faith, the consequences will be difficult to predict."
Feti nodded: "The king said the same thing. He said that under the storm of faith, every broken godhead will become a new source of storm, which will affect many believers. For safety reasons, kill them first."
Nigris' heart was surging, and from Feti's casual words, he could clearly feel the power of the immortal king.
Just to be on the safe side, to preserve the devout believers, he would kill all the gods.
Judging from the results, the king's decision was very correct. The disappearance of the gods did not have any impact. Until now, many people do not know that the gods have disappeared.
The storm of faith did not have any impact. Everyone in the main plane lived peacefully and happily, and the Abyss of Rest was peaceful.
But the king didn't expect that one of his two capable men would die and the other would lose his memory. The great sage would be trapped in the Land of Sinking. The Palace of Rest would form a closed system because it was not opened, and it would gradually be on the verge of collapse. As a result, the Immortal Empire would fall apart.
A thousand years have passed, and the king has not returned. Instead, the gods are slowly reborn, and a new lord of mourning is born. The Palace of Rest welcomes its owner again, and the immortal godhead is inherited.
This news was so shocking that Nigris couldn't digest it for a while, so he had to change the subject temporarily: "Feti, what are your plans in the future?"
"Go back to the Palace of Rest." Feti said.
"This is not okay. The current owner of Ange's Palace is Ange. You have not dedicated your soul, so we cannot let you go back." Negris said.
Not only will it not be allowed to return to the Palace of Rest, but it will not be allowed to go anywhere else. If a lord of mourning appears on the main plane, the consequences will be terrible. No one can subdue it. If it messes up, An
There may not even be a place to grow things.
Feti picked up a skull at random, flicked a piece of soul fire into it, and threw it into the pile of bones. The skull quickly combined into a withered skeleton.
Except for half-body skeletons, withered skeletons are already the lowest level among skeletons.
Feti's body froze, and immediately, the skeleton began to move, and Feti's voice sounded from above: "I'll project it onto it, go back and take a look."
That's fine, a withered skeleton can't do much even if it has any intention.
"Ange, Ange, Seobada, what are you doing? It's dark, dry and cold here. What can you grow in the farmland here?" Nigris was so angry that he wanted to curse.
This dead skeleton took advantage of everyone's chatting time and ran to clear the land again. The question is, what can be planted in such a cold and desolate plane with no sunlight, no water?
Ange took out the soul moss.
"Pfft..." Nigris couldn't vomit blood. There was no unsuitable climate, only unsuitable crops.
The environment here in Seobada is indeed suitable for soul moss. It is dry and cold, and there are so many corpses. The soul energy is sufficient, but it is not as strong as the Abyss of Rest to blow the wind of death.
"We're going back soon..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Ange stepping on his footprints, and the newly sown soul moss grew like crazy.
The withered skeleton projected by Feti stroked his chin and murmured: "It seems that our new immortal god has something. Can the quick-death halo be used like this?"
After planting dozens of acres of soul moss, Ange stopped continuing. This crop is not used in many places, and dozens of acres are enough to last for a long time. This does not include Sawa's newly invented sleeping beauty.
Potion requirements.
After stuffing Feti's projected skeleton into the Palace of Rest, Ange slowly stepped into the air and scanned the ground in front of him. A ring appeared on his back - the Ring of Scales.
Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand... Wherever you look, there are seven hundred thousand corpses. Many of the corpses are wearing broken armor or holding tattered weapons in their hands.
, this is obviously an ancient battlefield.
Not all of the 700,000 corpses have soul fire. Perhaps less than one-fifth of them have soul fire. The rest may have dissipated on their own like the Sunken Land.
Undead creatures are not truly immortal. When they are in a closed space, their souls cannot be replenished and they will slowly die.
"There is something." Ange suddenly pointed to the end of the distant horizon. Reflected by his ring of scales, there were a relatively large number of undead creatures with souls in that area.
Throwing down the projection onto the skeleton, Feti was in a daze. The group of people flew to the end of the horizon and saw a large area of tents.
These tents were in tatters and had fallen down to cover the things underneath. When they were opened, they turned out to be wooden boxes. There were at least hundreds of boxes stacked in a row of tents, with packages of items wrapped in oil paper inside.
"Soul crystal!" Nigris shouted excitedly as he tore open an oil paper bag.
"Soul Crystal!"
"It's all soul crystals!" Everyone excitedly tore open most of the oil paper packages, revealing the intact soul crystals inside.
"Why are there so many soul crystals? Oh my God, the logistics of the Immortal Empire transport soul crystals instead of food?"