Chapter 696 Where is my home? Why is there only one pit left?
"Well, no, this is too inefficient." Muria suddenly realized that now is not the time to use the large-scale relocation technique. To capture these steel ghost ships, there is no need to move in the surrounding seawater and the soil below. This is for demolition.
Used every time!
"You still need to learn how to use spells!" Muria sighed, and then quickly made adjustments.
The Atrice Great Relocation Spell created by Jin Longniang was originally a bandit-type spell, which has the effect of short-term confinement. No matter whether the target is a dead object or a living object, it will be sealed in a wave and taken away directly by force. Wait.
Once it is empty, we will conduct some convincing and physical education on the creatures in it.
So Muria now uses this great relocation technique as a sealing technique. He withstood the bombardment of these ghost warships, with a big hand, sealed these ghost warships of different specifications one by one, and then threw them into his half.
In the face.
"It's too late." Seeing that there were still many ghost battleships that had not been taken away, Muria showed a look of annoyance, but after calculating the time, it was almost time for Barbossa to come back. But at that time, he was caught by the master of suffering.
It's exciting just thinking about it, but Muria feels that she is too young to bear the excitement, so she should wait until later!
An old hen that can lay eggs or a nest of golden eggs, which one can you choose? Although as an adult, the correct choice should be to have them all, but Muria is not an adult yet and does not have the strength to choose them all, so he
I can only endure the pain and choose one of the two.
"Let's move Barbossa's shipyard first!" Muria sighed with fear, then looked greedily at the towering buildings protected by many ghost fleets.
Pieces of dragon scales appeared on his cheeks, and a pair of golden dragon wings stretched out. Muria instantly turned into a golden rainbow, avoiding the bombardment of the ghost ships, and rushed straight to Barbossa's lair. Some of the ghost ships'
The power of the giant cannon is indeed huge, but what's the use if it can't hit him?
Ang! After Muria in the form of a titan rushed into Barbossa's lair, he could no longer suppress the restlessness of his blood and transformed into a golden dragon. The six winding hexagons were like a crown, and the great relocation technique was brilliant.
Another dazzling light shines between its claws, which is extremely dazzling in the eyes of the undead stationed there.
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"These gods of death are thinking about how to target me all day long. They are really full." Barbossa, who successfully rescued his younger brother and thwarted the conspiracy of the gods against him, returned with his fleet with great satisfaction.
Into the sea of ghosts.
However, as soon as he entered the Sea of the Dead, Barbossa felt something was wrong. Although the Sea of the Dead seemed to be the same as usual, based on his intuition, he felt that there were many things missing in his Sea of the Dead.
Without thinking, Barbossa directly mobilized his authority and came to the sky above his lair, which had many functions. Then he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
"Where's my home? Where's my big castle? Why is there only one pit left?" Barbossa looked at the sinkhole at his feet in confusion. He fell into a sluggish state and looked around. He remembered the place he left.
At that time, there were many ghost battleships parked around, but now
"Where is my ship? There are so many ships docked here? Why are there only so many?" When I saw that when I left, the ghost fleet that could cover the entire seabed became sparse and sparse.
They are scattered in twos and threes on the seabed, and half of these remaining ghost ships are still covered with traces of war and appear dilapidated.
"Where's my shipyard?" Seeing his ghost fleet in disarray, Barbossa felt the anger in his heart building up. Compared to ghost ships, the ghost shipyard was his foundation. As long as he had enough
With resources, these ships can continue to be built, but if there is no shipyard - at worst, he will rebuild one. But if the shipyard is taken away, it means that his core technology has been leaked, which is the most fatal.
"Damn it, who did it?" Barbossa, who was at the original site of his lair, now above the sinkhole on the seabed, felt the soul fire in his skull tremble violently, and with his anger, a turbulent wave arose in the sea of ghosts.
, countless low-level resentful spirits undulating with the wind in the waves just collapsed and turned into a stream of death, with some remaining undead trembling.
"Who can tell me? What exactly happened here?" Barbossa, who was surrounded by spider web-like space cracks, said in a low voice, and the voice of his soul that contained murderous intent spread instantly throughout the seabed.
"Master, you are finally back. If you don't come back, the Sea of Ghosts will be evacuated." Sensing Barbossa's breath, a rotting mountain of flesh rolled out of a pit with difficulty.
"It has been evacuated." Seeing this rotting mountain of flesh, Barbossa felt disgusted, but he still asked patiently. This is the way of the emperor, "How did you become like this? Tell me.
Who hurt you like this?"
"It was the Blazing Sky Descendants, Master, it was the Blazing Sky Descendants who beat me like this. They cut off all my tentacles. You must avenge me!" The rotten big octopus lifted itself up and was almost beheaded by its roots.
The broken tentacle showed Barbossa the blazing divine fire above.
"..." Barbossa looked at the blazing fire on the broken part of the octopus's tentacles, and was silent for a while, "Do you still remember how many pairs of wings the blazing god attacked you?"
"Five pairs!"
"..." Barbossa stopped talking at this time. The Blazing God with five pairs of wings, what the hell! He can guarantee that as long as he dares to retaliate now, a bunch of cloud cities will come the next day, blocking the way.
If it lives in his demiplane, God Blazing Sky might even take action and directly purify it into dregs.
"Did you provoke some big shot outside? Otherwise, how could the Blazing God beat you for no reason?" Barbossa felt that he was suddenly robbed, maybe because of the octopus. Thinking of this, Barbossa looked at the octopus.
His eyes became evil.
"Sir, I have never provoked a descendant of the Blazing Sky God! Before today, I didn't even know her. She appeared out of nowhere and then chopped me up like this."
The undead octopus cried and said, already sensing his master's fear of the descendants of the Blazing Heaven, he probably had no hope of revenge and must have been killed in vain. Thinking of this, the undead octopus became even more sad.
"Then my home and my ship were all robbed by the Blazing Gods?" Barbossa, who was full of anger, had doubts in his heart. How could an arrogant race like the Blazing Gods robbed their own ghost ship?
It doesn't make sense for your own home.
"Master, the Blazing Sky Goddess just held me back. There is someone else who stole your ghost ship."
"Who is it?"
"It looked like a Titan, but when he rushed towards your home, I saw it turned into a golden dragon again."
"It's the golden dragon again!" Barbossa was silent for the third time, and then he was speechless. How many times has this happened? What happened to the golden dragon? Why does a golden dragon come every few hundred years?
Steal yourself? Do you have any grudge?
Barbossa said nothing and began to count his losses. About one-eighth of the ghost ship was lost, but his lair was packed away directly. It was very good, and he had the same virtue as the two golden dragons in front of him.
"Where are my ports? Where are the undead who serve me? Why are so many prosperous ports gone?"
Barbossa, who was robbed for the third time, looked calmly at the undead octopus beside him.
"All of them were taken away. According to my memories of searching for those wandering souls, I heard that the ten major ports were cut off by the Blazing Sky Goddess in an unknown way, and then sent to the person who could go back and forth between the Titan and the Golden Dragon.
In a demiplane of unknown existence that changes.”
"This golden dragon is definitely related to that guy Deimos." Without any investigation, Barbossa directly asserted based on his instinctive intuition that he suddenly thought of the hybrid Titan he met decades ago.
That guy is only at the soul level. How could he advance in decades and become a legend so quickly? And he was so good to that little guy at the beginning, but his conscience was eaten by a dog who came to steal his lair.
"The descendant of the Dragon King! I can't afford to offend him, I can't afford to offend him," Barbossa kept reminding himself that this was an existence he couldn't afford to offend now, and he must endure it.
"But this is what I have accumulated over ten thousand years. I have been robbed of so much. This time, my qualification to become the next Speaker of the Parliament will definitely be cancelled." Barbossa was heartbroken when he thought of the resources that could be allocated by becoming the Chairman of the Necronomic Council.
They are all bleeding, and his plan to go to the void will be delayed again.