"This time, why did you wake us up so early?" The third golden coffin was opened, and a swordsman with two swords on his back and his body covered with bandages came out.
"This natural disaster occurred two hundred years earlier than we predicted. No country in the entire continent was prepared for this." Asimio replied, "So I have to wake you up in advance."
"It shouldn't be." Hearing Asimio's answer, the undead heavy-armored knight who came out first was a little confused. "Every natural disaster is predicted based on the accumulation speed of death energy in the ground. Even if it happens
There is a deviation, and the deviation value is about twenty years at most, and it is impossible for the deviation to be as large as two hundred years."
"We know there are other reasons behind this time, but now is not the time for investigation. What we should be thinking about now is how to protect people from this natural disaster and let more humans survive."
"Leave this to us. We will try our best to kill those monsters born from the river of death."
"This is so unfair to you." Cardinal Asimio looked sad when he saw his former comrades-in-arms, now reduced to undead existence, and what they were about to do.
These companions who gave up their human identities and all their past glory and turned into undead monsters were the human night watchmen when the undead natural disasters raged and the long night fell. They guarded the continent in obscurity.
Because of their identities, their achievements are destined not to be known to the world. Only those at the top of the church know about them. The night watchmen only have sacrifices and sacrifices, no honors, no cheers, and sometimes they have to endure insults and spurns.
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"Isn't it unfair? When we chose to become Night Watchmen, we were already prepared. We have already enjoyed enough glory during our lives." The mummy-like two-handed swordsman smiled nonchalantly.
"Let's go first, Asimio." Pamela, whose body was completely submerged in the black mist, led away. She didn't want to stand with her former lover anymore. She also wanted to cry, but she died of dryness.
There is not a drop of liquid in the spiritual body.
The farthest distance in the world is the distance between life and death. They stood together, slowly getting closer, but even touching them was a luxury.
Under the silent gaze of the old man, the three night watchmen who were once legends but have now become undead walked out of this huge palace with the undead who climbed out of the coffin and once again took up the sword in their hands to protect mankind.
tomb.
"Sir!" Seeing the sad old man, his men couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to say something.
"Let's go, let's wake up the night watchman at the next place." Silently, the tears on the old man's face evaporated. His face was expressionless, and he regained the majesty that a cardinal should have, and then led him
Lead his men to the next tomb.
Obisto has been ravaged by natural disasters for more than 10,000 years. Of course, there are countless legends who escaped because of natural disasters, but there are also heroes who are willing to devote everything to protect the continent. These noble legends have been accumulated from generation to generation, creating a community all over the world.
Vigil Mausoleum on the Mainland.
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"What's going on with these undead? Why don't they have any intelligence?" In front of a human city surrounded by endless skeletons, Muria raised a skeleton with metallic bones and looked left and right, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
color.
When Muria observed this specially left skeleton, its limbs were struggling to break free and attack him, but there was no trace of fear at all.
"It's a bit interesting that a gold-level skeleton has no sense at all." Muria opened the skull of the skeleton, took out the soul fire of the skeleton, and carefully checked it with his mental power, and then he couldn't connect with it.
In terms of communication, the soul fire only contains information about killing and destruction. What is this? The brains of low-level demons in the abyss contain more information than this.
"Your Highness, these are the undead that were bred in the river of death. They came out of the ground with the outbreak of the undead natural disaster. They were born for death and killing, and there is no possibility of communication. Otherwise, if they have
If you are rational enough, you will not conflict with us and cause so much damage to us."
A priest in red robes came to Muria's side and carefully explained that he was the highest-ranking bishop in the temple behind Muria.
They had just been besieged by the undead, and the aura shield that had been opened in the city was already crumbling, but they did not expect that at the critical moment, Muria fell from the sky and wiped out the undead that besieged their city.
"That would be troublesome." After hearing the archbishop's words, Muria frowned. What is the most terrifying thing about low-level undead? Their terrifying numbers and their lack of fear of death.
The so-called undead are just alternative beings that can control the energy of death. They are not the real dead. They can still move, so they are called undead. Although they do not eat, enjoy, mate, etc. like living beings,
desire, but there are still other needs.
When those low-level undead souls continue to advance and gain wisdom, they will also become afraid of true annihilation, and they will retreat when faced with irresistible and irresistible dangers.
If the undead that followed the undead natural disaster really had wisdom, human losses would be much less. But unfortunately, the undead that were born in the river of death are just mindless beasts. They know how to kill living things when they see them.
It is precisely because of this that it has caused so many disasters to the mainland.
"If you encounter any irresistible undead again, remember to use this call. If there are patrolling giants passing by here and receiving your signal, they will come to support."
Muria handed the Archbishop, who had a look of hope on his face, a crystal for help.
"Thank you for your support." The priest saw the communication crystal handed over by Mu Ruiya, and his face showed a look of joy. She was already very satisfied. After the natural disaster broke out, many times even if she broke her throat, she couldn't help shouting.
No one came to support me.
"I'm leaving first." Taking a look at the city below that was littered with bones, Muria turned into a golden rainbow and soared into the sky, and left directly.
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"This is where the little guy who robbed my lair lives. It looks quite unusual. He actually has such a huge mystery lock."
On the periphery of Xinapus, under the cover of gray fog, one after another ghost ships flashing with faint blue light appeared. In the center of the front and center was a nearly 10,000-meter super battleship, wearing the captain's uniform.
Barbossa was convinced, looking at the seemingly empty night sky in front of him, the soul fire in his eyes rising, and he became excited.
"Let me see what is hidden in this mystery lock!" Barbossa stretched out his palm forward. At this moment, his palm seemed to have become infinitely large, with arrays of formations in his palm.
Cracked, the mist began to thin.
Then Sinapus, which is composed of one hundred and thirty-two cloud islands, appeared in front of Barbossa. The majestic wonder of the cloud islands made Barbossa stunned for a moment, after cracking a mystery.
…triggers Sinaps’ defense mechanism.
Ripples containing astonishing energy rose up from the cloud island closest to him and shot towards his location. At the same time, huge sirens sounded on all the cloud islands in Sinaps, and in an instant, Sinaps was everywhere
They were all red auras, and the floating ships and the void battleships that Muria had brought back to station in them flew up... At this moment, Barbossa felt like he had stabbed an ant's nest.
"Is this the foundation of that little guy? It's really amazing. At such a young age, he has accumulated such a big fortune. If that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude."
Seeing this scene, Barbossa not only showed no fear at all, he also became even more excited.
He is afraid of Muria, mainly because of the power behind him. He doesn't care about the existence of Muria itself, let alone the power he has developed.
Following his order, the muzzles of the cannons in the ghost fleet he brought lit up, and then thousands of death energy light cannons shot out and fell into the dozens of cloud islands in Xinaps.
middle.
Violent roars resounded in Xinapus, and defensive light curtains rose up from the cloud islands one after another. From the upper cloud islands, huge dragons, holy angels, and mighty giants flew over.
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But none of this was as fast as the ghost ship's bombardment. Under the constant bombardment of the ghost ship, the defenses of the four cloud islands closest to Barbossa were blown away, and then the death energy beams fell directly on those four cloud islands.
On the island.
This is an extermination attack. Human workers who come into contact with the death air cannon are directly vaporized, while humans who are not hit are also directly transformed into undead in the escaping death air.
"This is what you get for provoking me!" Barbossa roared. He was a little excited. Even if he saw several legends flying towards him, he didn't care. He was even more excited. If he killed a few legends, he should be able to
That little guy must be even more heartbroken!
In the Wind King's Castle on the Central Cloud Island, the Wind King's Eagle Crystal Egg buried underground by Muria shook the moment Barbossa broke the mystery lock, and cracks appeared one after another, one after another.
A terrifying aura permeated from it, crushing the space, and a space crack as thin as a hair appeared in this giant egg.
On the Cloud Island above the Central Cloud Island, one of the many Cloud Islands classified as scientific research areas by Muria, an old man with a slovenly appearance and slovenly clothes opened his eyes and looked down in a daze, with a trace of
A hint of boredom.
Below Sinapus, just when Barbossa wanted to continue taking action, a creepy feeling appeared, and his soul fire couldn't help but tremble...
"Let's go!" Although he didn't feel any powerful aura, the instinctive reaction of soul fire was enough for him to make the decision to evacuate. Originally, he thought he could imitate the guy who demolished his lair and kill this little guy.
His old nest was also raided.
But the warning from his soul just now made him tremble. He knew that there must be something very terrifying hidden in these cloud islands, which was enough to make him fall.
"Titan? No! It must be a golden dragon. Isn't this too shameless? You actually arranged for that boy to have such a powerful bodyguard, so why let him come out and experience it?" In panic, Barbossa took his ghost with him.
The fleet quickly retreated, unable to help but curse angrily during the process.