Five hundred and fiftieth eight chapters mouth cannon invincible
However, after being immersed in the ocean of magical energy for so many years, those once ordinary marbles were no longer ordinary, and they all appeared to be jade--not that they turned into jade, but that they looked like jade.
However, the jade marble in the energy reaction chamber is translucent, while the stones in the conical pit are as black as ink. The jade phenomenon is more serious than that in the energy reaction chamber.
This shows that the things originally buried in the conical pit are older than the energy reaction chamber.
In addition, Sean also discovered traces of the dragon skeleton battleship Dragon Roar, right next to the large conical pit.
The remaining traces of death spell energy in the surrounding area are second only to the large cone-shaped pit.
The current situation further supports Sean's guess, and the puzzle of the whole matter becomes more complete.
Buried underground in the Klein tribe is a creation or existence from the ancient Andis Empire period, or even older.
There is no way to guess this. After all, it is related to the energy of magic, which will make things very complicated. No matter how evil the situation is, it is not surprising.
Anyway, this ancient existence has unique advantages in the research of death magic energy, so it persuaded the Klein tribe to dig them out.
Sean even had reason to suspect that the death worship spread among the Klein tribe was caused by this ancient existence.
Because this kind of thing is not a particularly difficult thing even for Sean. Isn't he just carrying out a god-making campaign against the Kentana barbarians?
Conversations in the soul consciousness, without knowing it, will be regarded as dreams or dreams.
For an ancient existence that can crush souls into pieces, combine them with magic energy to form death magic energy, and transform people into undead monsters in batches, manipulating soul consciousness is definitely child's play.
The purpose of this is obvious, which is to control these crocodile tribesmen and dig themselves out of the land.
Sean even suspected that the Klein tribe's complete undead transformation was directly related to the leader of the Eternal Night Army.
Because all the abnormal behaviors of the Klein tribe originated from the fact that the leader of the Klein tribe, Elder Klein, was severely injured by Sean and was completely torn apart.
Perhaps it was that moment that made Elder Klein seek help from this ancient existence, sending his people on a road of no return.
Sean walked around the cone-shaped pit a few more times, then turned and left, with no intention of exploring in depth.
The cone-shaped pit is thick at the top and narrow at the bottom. The thundering golden eagle is huge and is not suitable for such deep underground work.
Furthermore, the undead Klein tribe has completely left, which means that the things they need have been completely excavated. What can be taken away has already been taken away. It will be difficult to gain any practical gains from it for a while!
If I want to engage in scientific research, I will have plenty of time after the Klein tribe is completely eliminated.
It is not difficult to find the traces of the Klein tribe, because they are still dragging the huge dragon skeleton battleship!
The large cone-shaped pit is located in a rare highland in the Swamp of Despair. There are no rivers nearby. It was all dragged by force, leaving a lot of drag marks on the ground.
In Sean's opinion, this drag mark is still very strange.
Rather than saying that this drag mark is one, it is more appropriate to say that it is two overlapping marks.
Needless to say, the first drag mark was left by the dragon carcass battleship being dragged across the Donau River.
The second drag mark was on this foundation, and it was dragged again, heading from the conical pit toward the Donau River.
However, the second drag mark is obviously much shallower than the first drag mark, especially the places where it intersects with the first drag mark are more obvious.
The depth of the second drag mark into the soil was not even one third of the first drag mark.
Could it be that the dragon warship was dismantled by the people of the Klein tribe?
That’s not right!
When he just walked around the place where the Dragon Warship stayed, he didn't find any dismantled wreckage.
Even with the stupid look shown by the undead Klein tribe, it doesn’t look like they can transform a dragon-carcass warship!
Or is it that the dragon-wrapped battleship has become lighter?
With such doubts, Sean followed the traces all the way.
The opponent's speed was far beyond imagination. Only a hundred kilometers away, Sean found traces of the Commons family's dragon-wrapped battleship Dragon Roar that had been snatched away by the Klein tribe.
Its appearance was far different from the last time Sean saw it.
Don't be misled by the name Dragon Wrack Battleship.
The main body of the keel of the Dragon Skeleton Battleship is made of giant dragon bones, but it is not said that the entire body is made of bones. In fact, the main body is still solid wood.
Except for the bow and slightly narrow hull, it is not much different from an ordinary three-masted schooner.
This refers to the appearance of the dragon skeleton battleship that Sean saw last time.
Now it lives up to its name. The entire body is made up of various bones. These bones are not white in appearance, but are in the shape of dark jade, and the death magic energy emitted from them is almost overflowing.
The composition of these bones is very complex, including human bones and large beasts. Sean even found giant-like bones on them. Even the masts are made of countless bones glued together, but they don't know how to fold them up.
Is the sail made of animal skin?
The person who transformed it obviously has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. The left and right sides must be symmetrical. The bones are put together very neatly, and it actually reveals a strange beauty.
Not only was the dragon skeleton battleship surrounded by a circle of skeleton warriors who were taller and stronger than ordinary skeleton knights, and they were dragging it towards the Donau River, there were also countless translucent, ghost-like shadows floating on its skeleton deck.
Being, pulling it upward with all your strength.
This is why Sean saw two drag marks that were obviously different in depth. Not only was the dragon battleship modified, but there was also an external force dragging it into the air.
When he first saw it, Sean only thought of one word - death.
This association is not brought about by the bones, but by the rich death magic energy that is about to flow.
He felt that what he saw was not a battleship, but a living creature.
What happened next confirmed Sean's feeling.
A high-pitched scream that didn't sound like a human voice rang in his ears, and then a large amount of death magic energy spurted out from the dragon carcass battleship, drowning it in the blink of an eye, forming the kind of black mist that could block sight and perception.
"Maggots, get away!" The black mist rolled, and a huge face appeared in front of Sean, roaring angrily.
The face of Black Mist is written in the authentic ancient Andis Empire language, which proves his origin in disguise.
Although this change was beyond Sean's expectation, he was not surprised but happy.
The most troublesome thing for the leaders of the Eternal Night Army about the undead Klein tribe is that these monsters have no sense of autonomy at all and cannot communicate. Even if they have the best diplomatic methods, it will not help.
Now that we meet someone who can communicate, we can talk about it.
It's not that Sean hopes to resolve this matter peacefully, but that he wants to get more useful information out of the other party's mouth.
Talking too much will lead to mistakes.
"Who are you? What is your purpose? Why do you want to send troops to attack our city?" Sean asked repeatedly.
"I am the God of Death, and I am the protector of the undead. Respect me and believe in me, and I will let you live forever in my kingdom of God." The huge human face surged and rolled out again, and a mouth was revealed.
The flavor of the stick is amazing.
"Great God of Death, am I lucky enough to know your title?" Sean did not refute him directly, but followed his lead.
"God has no name!" Black Mist Man-face said wildly, "You are not qualified to know, humble existence, kneel down and believe in me! Believe in me, you will receive my forgiveness, and I will grant it to you.
Greater power and eternal life in my Kingdom of God.”
"Like those undead monsters who are driven by you like puppets? Can that situation be called immortality?" Seeing that compliments were not useful, Sean changed his strategy and said in a disdainful tone.
"Ignorant guy, what do you know? This is their honor. Not everyone is qualified to merge with God!" Black Mist Man Face said sternly, "This humble existence gives you the last chance to believe in me, or
die."
"Haha... I didn't say a few words before my true colors were revealed. I'm just a mortal who retained his soul with some small tricks. He developed a little bit of inferior soul consciousness control, and then he arrogantly called himself a god.
, do you really think that by fusing the soul consciousness with the elements, you can create the seventh element? Can you really become a god?
Don't have wishful thinking. No matter how the elements change, the six elements are the foundation, and the others are all crooked ways that cannot be brought to the table. Don't you feel the wails of those wronged souls in your body?
Are they really voluntary? If so, why is there so much malice in their soul consciousness? Cursing the growth of all things in the world? If you are really the God of Death, you should be able to do it with just one word
It’s better to control life and death…”
Sean's series of verbal attacks actually caused Heiwu's face to shake, and a wave of madness surged.
Countless human faces, large and small, surged crazily in the black mist, as if they were trying to break free.
Faced with this situation, Sean was not surprised at all.
From the very beginning, he had speculated that the initiator of the Klein tribe's transformation into undead had extracted the soul consciousness of the entire tribe.
Of course, those soul consciousnesses are likely to be crushed and merged with the magic energy to form the death magic energy, but what about the soul memory?
In the process of contact, is there any blending? Is part of it introduced into the other person's body and retained?
Sean couldn't help but test it with the information he had.
The effect is surprisingly good.
This guy who calls himself the God of Death actually stores part of his soul consciousness in the black mist.
Is it because they are unique and unwilling to destroy them?
Or is he deliberately keeping them in order to prove that he has the ability to grant immortality to his believers?
That's unknown.
But one thing we can know is that the feeling of soul consciousness being imprisoned in the black mist is absolutely uncomfortable. The owners of soul consciousness may have been the most devout believers during their lives, but after the soul consciousness is extracted and imprisoned, there is a kind of
The feeling of being cheated.
Now stimulated by Sean's words, they all jumped out and resisted.
"Bold! Get back here!" Black Mist Man shouted angrily, terrifying spell energy surged, countless black whips condensed into shape, and violently whipped at the surging soul consciousness.
Every time they were whipped, the appearance of those soul consciousnesses became weaker. After letting out a wave of unwilling roars, these soul consciousnesses retracted into the depths of the black mist and disappeared without a trace.
"Haha..." Sean was overjoyed for a while, "Dear God of Death, you have gone too far and let your believers lose control in your body! Are all gods like you?
That would be really embarrassing.”
This black mist face who claims to be the God of Death is not that he does not want to destroy these soul consciousnesses, but he is too ambitious and has made too much noise. He is unable to control all the energy of death spells, leaving these soul consciousnesses to take advantage of.
The machine lurked into a place where he couldn't detect it, so naturally he couldn't do anything about it.
"Blasphemy! Blasphemer! Death!" The face of the black mist man was completely angry, and countless black mist chains composed of death spell energy stretched out towards Sean.
Sean was well prepared. He turned around 180 degrees, opened up his speed, and rushed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. However, he did not go far immediately, but kept circling around, tempting the opponent to attack. He needed to
Detect the opponent's maximum attack range.
The Thundering Golden Eagle can easily avoid its trap, but the battleships of the Explorer Navy cannot avoid it, and neither can the artillerymen of the Third Army.
The news is neither good nor bad.
The opponent must condense the black mist to a certain extent in order to have a certain threat. If the black mist is spread again like before, forming a huge black mist area, there is no way to organize an effective attack except to block detection.
attack.
The farthest attack distance currently displayed by the opponent is about three hundred meters.
This is not necessarily the opponent's limit attack distance. Although this guy is crazy, he is very cunning. Maybe because he couldn't catch up with Sean, he deliberately hid it and looked for an opportunity to hit him hard.
Seeing that there was no way to knock Sean down, the Black Mist man roared twice and ignored him. He continued to drive the skeleton warriors and dragged the dragon skeleton battleship towards the Donau River.
This time, the black mist did not completely dissipate. A small black mist area covering a range of four to five hundred meters formed next to the dragon carcass, making it difficult for people to see the situation inside.
"God of Death, let's talk again?"
“Tell me what your goals are?”
"Okay? If you don't want to talk, just let me guess."
"The first attack was to rob the dragon-wrapped battleship. Why rob the dragon-wrapped battleship? Of course you are the great God of Death. You no longer have a body and you need a carrier to move."
"The second sortie was when the dragon battleship arrived at its destination. The sortie at this time should be to plunder more souls so that I could transform my future body. Unexpectedly, I hit my head and was bleeding. Therefore, the great death
God can only act like a turtle."
"The third attack, that is, this time, your puppets are fighting life and death in front, but you, the God of Death, drag the dragon carcass battleship around the world. You are not afraid. You are afraid of being wiped out by us, so prepare
Run away? Hahaha... We were able to force a great and noble god to flee, what an honor it is?"