"Everything I have gained is based on my own ability, not that damn fate." Barbossa thought with some annoyance. He remembered that when he first became a lich, he often met a group of special people who called themselves plane merchants.
The group, the guys who once called him the Blessed One of Destiny, but after claiming to meet the golden dragon, he never saw the plane merchant again, and he didn't know why.
"I don't believe in fate." Barbossa shook his bones and felt the power surging in his body like an ocean, strengthening his belief.
He is now nominated as the next speaker of parliament because his strength and foundation have reached the pinnacle of the world. In the main world, if there is no epic, he is invincible. No one can defeat him with the invincible steel ghost fleet.
, no one can.
"Those two damn golden dragons." Barbossa felt annoyed when he remembered that the only two big losses he had suffered after becoming a lich were actually caused by golden dragons, and they were still father and daughter.
He didn't take the initiative to provoke them those two times, okay? He still hasn't figured out why the old golden dragon fought to rob him. Is it just because he was rich at the time? Why? Is it wrong to be rich?
After such a long time, Barbossa also investigated the origins of the golden dragon father and daughter, which made him even more depressed. One of them actually became the Dragon King eight hundred years ago. That was the realm he dreamed of.
A state where you can press yourself to the ground with one paw and rub it.
Now that the father has become the Dragon King, his daughter naturally does not dare to touch him. He still knows the habits of the golden dragon. If the golden dragon named Timos learns that he has touched his daughter, he will definitely
If he attacks himself, he will not take into account the Council of the Dead behind him.
Thinking of this, Barbossa felt a surge of motivation in his heart. Unlike other lichs, Barbossa had been grudges since he was robbed by the Golden Dragon Timos, and tried every means to improve his combat skills every day.
He has power and wants revenge.
Of course, Barbossa will never admit that his current achievements are due to these two golden dragons. They are his enemies in this life, and they will take revenge sooner or later. As a lich, he has enough patience.
"Wait, wait until I become an epic, I want you two to look good." Barbossa looked at the endless ghost fleet he had built and parked on the surrounding seabed, and a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart, just like
Like a farmer who saw a good harvest, this was the foundation for his future journey across the void.
"Huh?" Barbossa, who was remembering the past, was stunned and took out a finger bone. This piece of bone was cracking like a dead bone picked up from the ground, and a powerful mental wave came from it.
"Lord Barbossa, save me!" A frightened voice begging for mercy reached his ears.
"Hold on for a while, I'll be right back." Barbossa responded, with an extremely calm expression. Of course he felt something was wrong. At his level, and having joined such a huge organization, it was natural for him to engage in intrigues for the distribution of resources.
Essential.
He guessed that someone wanted to plot against him, but he was confident enough in his own strength that even if the true god came, he would not be afraid. As for the epic, except for the damn ancestral golden dragon, he had not offended anyone.
Epic, besides, he has the Council of the Dead behind him. Without enough reasons, Epic will not take action against him.
"I want to see who dares to take action against my friend. Humph!" The pitch-black water was turbulent, and with Barbossa's thoughts, a fully-organized ghost fleet slowly rose from the bottom of the sea.
There is no friendship between lichs, only pure interests. The so-called friends just sound nice. The lich who asked for help from him is a member who has completely fallen in love with him and supports him unconditionally to become the speaker of the parliament. Such a wise brother,
How could he not save him? If he didn't save him, how would other congressmen view him? If he couldn't even save his younger brother, who would mess with him in the future?
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"Do you feel it? That huge death energy that is rising!" In a dark room in the Blackstone Port, Muria, who was wearing a suit of skeleton armor to cover up his aura and had gathered all his energy and blood, looked towards
Michaela and Ilvester beside her.
"Well, he is worthy of being the great lich at the pinnacle of the legend," Il Est, who kept his aura secretly, showed a solemn look on his face. He didn't need to fight against this power, and he couldn't defeat it on his own.
You can crush him to death just by relying on your sheer strength. All techniques are meaningless in the face of absolute power.
"With such a size, it will probably take hundreds of years for us to defeat him." Michaela also had a look of fear on her face, but she said words that would make Barbossa vomit blood.
(If he has blood), after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, there are creatures saying that they can defeat you in a few hundred years. How can this not make people angry?
"The old lich Barbossa has really left, and that god of death really has a way." Feeling the huge death energy that was leaving and finally disappearing, Muria smiled on his face.
"Titans and Sons of Dragons, it's time for you to take action." Suddenly, a bone badge floated out from Muria's body, with a skull mark on it, and his jaw opened and closed, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.
"How long can you trap him?" Muria asked very shamelessly. He knew that the God of Death in the main world could not do anything to such a ten-thousand-year-old lich at the peak of legend.
"It will take about two hours, so you have to hurry up."
"Very good, we will retreat an hour and a half from now." Regardless of Naraku, the God of Death, who was listening, Muria directly ordered the subordinates next to him, "Start searching now! Take as much as you can.
How much! I mainly focus on plundering the ocean, and all the ten major ports are mine."
"..." The five legendary lichs were speechless. Apart from the ten major ports, what else does the Sea of the Dead have? Search for them!
"Micah, let's start! No need to hide your power anymore."
"clear!"
In the dark sea of ghosts, in the largest black stone port, a crimson light pillar suddenly rose into the sky from a building. All the undead within a thousand meters of this light pillar were vaporized in an instant.
There was no chance to howl and scream, and at the moment when they saw this light, all the undead souls that had not been purified immediately moved away like snakes and scorpions, not daring to mess with it at all.
"Who dares to run wild on Lord Barbossa's territory!" The moment the light beam appeared, a cold death air filled the Black Soul Tavern, and the five-kilometer-long ghost battleship began to tremble.
Shocking cannon barrels appeared one after another.
At the same time, a giant-shaped skeleton with thick ice and snow skin appeared. Ice and snow were its terrifying "flesh", but it would not hinder its movements. Huge and uneven ice fragments were embedded in each finger.
, functioning like claws. Its skull was smooth and ice-free, and a black flame surrounded it like a corona.
"Winter Ghost!" Muria looked at the winter ghost that suddenly appeared and exuded a biting cold air. There was no surprise on his face. There was one in the three most prosperous ports among the ten major ports in the Sea of the Dead.
The legendary undead are here, and among them, the one at Blackstone Port is a legendary fourth-level winter ghost. This is information he has already investigated clearly.
"Use the shortest time to get rid of this winter ghost for me, dead or alive." Muria turned to a legendary lich and ordered, with a calm and nonchalant expression.
A winter ghost with only a few moves back and forth has no chance of victory when facing a lich who already knows its information. It has already been plotted to death.
"Start the separation!" Muria looked at Michaela and said. In Muria's eyes, the Sea of the Dead has eleven most essential areas, ten major ports, and an unknown place under the sea.
Where is the shipyard? This shipyard is the most precious, but Muria doesn't know its location and can only rely on his men to slowly explore it.
In the pillar of light that brought light to the Sea of the Undead, a graceful figure appeared. She was wearing a white armor inlaid with gold, holding a red-gold sword, with sacred flames gushing out of her eyes. As many undead were frightened,
Under his gaze, five pairs of wings spread out with crimson flames.
Boom——Long————
Endless dark thunder fell from the sky and struck at Michaela, who was as dazzling as the sun. This was the rejection of Michaela by the half-face, but these thunders full of death have not yet approached Michaela.
, was purified by the divine light that naturally radiated from her body. It was anticlimactic, and Muria was dumbfounded. This was much smaller than the counterattack he expected. He and Ilvester were both ready to take action.
.
Michaela swung out his sword, boom! The space collapsed and shattered, and space cracks visible to the naked eye appeared above the Black Stone Port. The entire port was in turmoil, and the middle and low-level undead in it were running around frantically. See
How can the undead at the bottom not panic when a powerful being who looks like an angel takes action?
But fortunately, Muria has already arranged everything. Some large pirate groups that were conquered by Muria, as well as lichs, have begun to take action to suppress the riots everywhere.
"Now it's my turn!" After seeing Michael swipe his sword and completely cut off the Blackstone Port from the Sea of the Dead.
Muria took off his skeleton armor and revealed his Titan form. Huge energy and blood rose into the sky, and he showed off his power without any scruples.
Then, a vibrant half-plane shadow emerged behind him, and a huge pulling force spread out from the half-plane shadow, falling on the fragments of the Black Stone Port below, and began to slowly engulf...