The cruel reality tells the God of Death that if a person has bad luck and has to squeeze cold water between his teeth to drink cold water, there is no worst luck in the world, only worse luck.
Or maybe he proclaimed himself a god, angered the real god in the dark world, and punished him with the help of others.
Not even a second after he ran out of the secret place where his figure was hidden, he ran less than twenty meters, then jumped into the air, flew back in a spin, and fell back into the ice forest area with a squeak.
The skull even jumped on the ground several times very elastically.
"Dear God of Death? Where are you going?" A leopard face with a humanized smile appeared in front of the skull. Whether it was tone or tone, the God of Death was very familiar. It was through Thunder Gold that
Eagle, the guy who chased him all the way.
When the skull was bound by the shadow chains and fell back, the small tentacles formed by the energy of the death spell had all retracted, and even the will-o'-the-wisps in the eyes had disappeared, as if silently telling others,
I'm a skull, I'm just a skull, I'm a skull with no life, don't pay attention to me.
Sean fiddled with it with his paws and said with a smile: "No need to pretend to be dead, I shouldn't have killed you just now! There's no need to pretend to be an ordinary skull. Have you ever seen anyone whose skull is ink-colored? Just
You look like this, even if you are thrown into a pile of skulls, you will still be the most conspicuous one, especially the runes on your head, which have completely betrayed you. These runes should have some unique meanings, right?
Seal? Or is it used to preserve your own soul? Theodore Yagsund? This should be your real name, right? Carving your own name on your forehead, you are unique."
Before Sean could finish speaking, several legs composed of magical energy suddenly appeared from under the ink jade skull, carrying it on its back and trying to escape.
Its reaction speed was fast, and Sean's reaction speed was even faster. He rushed forward with a claw, sending it rolling several times, and the legs and feet composed of magical energy were scattered again.
However, a new one appeared immediately and wanted to run away. A shadow hunting net fell down from the head of the pocket, covering it tightly.
"You damn bastard, let me out! Let me out!" The God of Death finally couldn't hold it in anymore and screamed loudly. Just like what Sean just said, even without the series of operations just now, just
It's the skull's own unique appearance that completely exposes him.
The densely packed small characters on it are all written in runes. Even ordinary people who don't know about runes can clearly feel the mysterious aura, let alone someone like Sean who is skilled in magic.
Those who have profound knowledge can tell at a glance that this is a unique magic circle, which is more mysterious than the energy reaction chamber.
However, in order to avoid the thundering golden eagle's eyes in the sky, the God of Death completely discarded the energy of the death spell, leaving only a small part as the kinetic energy for his escape.
This is naturally done out of caution.
In the eyes of those who are proficient in magic, the magic energy gathered in groups is very dazzling.
If he escapes with a large amount of magical energy, it will be like running away in the dark night holding a torch, telling others clearly, come and catch me, come and catch me!
There are pros and cons to doing this.
The advantage is that it greatly increases the chance of successful escape.
The disadvantage is that once exposed, he will lose his ability to fight back. Without magical energy, no matter how strange his appearance is, he is just a skull, and a three-year-old child can use him as a ball to kick.
The reason why the Shadow Soul-Eating Leopard appears here is naturally because Sean also has ulterior motives, and is planning to use the Shadow Soul-Eating Leopard, which is good at sneaking, to take advantage of Elder Klein's Soul Battlefield to attract everyone's attention.
Dragon carcass battleship, looking for the location of the god of death.
Sean has not forgotten that the dragon warship did not originally belong to the God of Death, but was modified by him. The black mist face in the sky is made of the energy of the death spell, and is not the true form of the God of Death at all.
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Before setting off, Sean had no idea what the God of Death was.
Anything is possible.
Maybe it's a frozen corpse, or a mummy-like corpse.
Maybe a piece of wood or even a stone.
He considered the possibility of a bone and a skull.
After all, the other party only needs a physical object to entrust its soul, and there is no big requirement for what it is specifically.
The only thing that is certain is that no matter what that thing looks like, it must be closely related to spells and runes, and it should be very easy to identify.
Facts have proved that this inference is correct. When he saw this ink jade skull, at just the first glance, Sean was 100% sure that this was the culprit who caused the annihilation of the Klein tribe, His Excellency the God of Death.
I don’t know how to say that the God of Death is possessed by the God of Mold?
Or should we say that Lord Sean is extremely lucky.
Sean, who was in the Shadow Soul-eating Leopard state, had just touched the outside of the dragon-skeleton battleship. Before he could figure out how to sneak into it, he saw him sneaking out of the dragon-skeleton battleship. He even heard its fierce curses.
’s clear as day.
The reason why he didn't take action immediately was that the terrain of the ice forest was complicated, making it easy for him to break free and sneak away.
Secondly, it is too close to the dragon warship, and the opponent may remotely control the death spell energy on the dragon warship. Once it breaks free from the attack, the difficulty of catching it next time will be greatly increased.
This kind of worry is not unnecessary. Just when the Shadow Soul-eating Leopard took down the skull, the black mist face floating on the dragon skeleton battleship suddenly collapsed and turned into a big hand, grabbing him. Obviously
I want to snatch the skull back.
It's just that this kind of remote control is more troublesome. Whether it is the speed of transformation or the reaction speed of the black mist's big hand, it is very unsatisfactory. It is wishful thinking to use this to catch the Shadow Soul-Eating Leopard, whose strength is agility.
The Shadow Soul-eating Leopard picked up the black jade skull, turned around and ran away.
The distance of nearly a hundred meters passed in an instant, and the Shadow Soul-eating Leopard plunged into the cold river water and swam quickly towards the command ship of the Explorer fleet.
As the black jade skull gets further away from the dragon battleship, the difficulty of this remote operation becomes higher, and the instability of the black mist becomes higher. Just like a patient suffering from tremor syndrome, no matter the black mist itself is formed,
, or the black mist kept shaking.
When the Shadow Soul-Eating Leopard stepped onto the Explorer Fleet Command Ship, the big hand of black mist that was only half extended collapsed, and the death spell energy attached to the Dragon Skeleton Battleship was completely out of control.
To be more precise.
Not only was the death spell energy on the Dragon Skeleton Battleship completely out of control, but all the souls in Elder Klein's body were also out of control.
The power that originally trapped their souls completely disappeared, and the disconnect between the dead souls and the energy of the death spell became even more serious.
Many souls that emerged from the scars on Elder Klein's body only howled and faded within a few seconds before finally disappearing.
In addition to being sad and shrill, that howl also had a sense of relief. They finally broke free from the shackles of who knows how many years, and returned to the path they should have taken many years ago - to return to the world.
For those weak souls, this may not be a way out.
Compared to becoming the food of other ferocious souls, being completely annihilated or being enslaved again, this natural reincarnation is obviously better.
For them, the price of eternal life is too great. They are forever imprisoned in a dark cage of darkness, anger, resentment and regret. It is better not to have this kind of eternal life.
More and more souls discovered this way out and began to rush out. The wounds on Elder Klein's body that were finally put together were torn apart again, and countless souls came out with the energy of death spells.
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Suddenly the scene became more terrifying.
Elder Klein has completely lost his human form, and his body is full of thick or light souls, rushing in all directions.
But under the scorching sun, these rushing souls became lighter and lighter, until they disappeared completely.
In that case, it looked like the sun had killed them.
But from Sean's soul perspective, this is obviously not the case.
Perhaps the concentration of souls gathered in Elder Klein's body was too high. When these souls poured out of his body and began to disintegrate, they formed an extremely powerful impact on the surrounding space.
This kind of impact is different from the ordinary impact of bombardment and explosion. It originates from the soul.
Each and every word appears out of thin air, and when these souls pass through it, they will leave behind traces of matter. The more words pass through, the weaker they become, until they finally disappear.
, during the whole process, except for Sean, the bystander, no soul noticed the existence of these words, including the dragon soul and giant soul that became extremely powerful and solidified.
When they travel through these words, they are also hurt and absorbed by these words.
It's just that their souls are too condensed and too large, so the damage caused by words to them is obviously much lower, and the passage of that kind of material is very slow.
Sean's eyes widened as he observed these words.
The reason why they are described as words is because these distorted images are obviously repetitive.
In fact, Sean didn't even know half of them.
It's not Byronic, it's not Ancient Andis Empire language, it's not Elvish, it's not Giant, it's not even basic runes.
They were completely abstract words, but the first time he saw them, Sean had a mysterious feeling that was difficult to describe in words.
This feeling is not unfamiliar. When he sees those magic circuits that have certain unique operating principles, he will more or less feel this way.
The strongest feeling at first was probably in the energy reaction chamber, but later it became the runes on the skull of the God of Death.
But compared to the text displayed now, these two pale into insignificance and are not on the same level at all.
One word popped into Sean's mind uncontrollably - the laws of heaven and earth.
Once this word comes out, it won't go away.
There is naturally no law of heaven and earth in this world, but the abstract cognition brought by Sean in his previous life.
This kind of cognition still originates from the six paths of reincarnation and the laws of heaven and earth derived from it.
If I really asked Sean to explain what the laws of heaven and earth are, he couldn't explain it clearly for a while. At most, he could answer a common natural law such as the development of natural rise and fall, human birth, old age, illness and death.
On what principle do these texts exist? And how do they work?
It can be said that Sean knows nothing about it. He has too little information to pry into it!
After staring at it for a long time, Sean felt like he was reading a book from heaven. He couldn't understand or remember it. He clearly felt that he had remembered it, but when he closed his eyes and thought about it, there was nothing there, only a trace left.
Mysterious taste.
For Sean, who has a photographic memory, this is simply incredible.
After seeing so many incredible things, Sean thought that his heart was big enough and that there were very few things in this world that surprised him.
No matter when he faced the God of Death, who broke scientific knowledge, or the Great Elder Klein, he was not shocked at all.
Now he was really shocked and inexplicable.
What the hell is this?
Could it be that the world I came out of was not the state of the planet that I recognized, and was not in a big universe, but in a sealed box?
Is everything composed of such mysterious, indescribable words?
Are all people and all creatures caged birds?
But what about the sun, moon and stars that I usually observe?
Except that the moon is larger than in the previous life and sometimes appears red, there is not much difference.
Even though this world has unique energy like magic energy, Sean has always thought that this world is the same as his last hometown, coming from the same universe, just separated by many galaxies.
But now it seems that my thinking is too simple, and my imagination is too lacking. This world is far from being as simple as I thought. Maybe it is because my position in the previous life was too low and I did not see the experience of that world.
The essence is not necessarily the same.
The appearance of these words out of thin air had a subversive shock to Sean's worldview.
How profound the original worldview is, how strong this impact will be.
Although these words are incomprehensible and unmemorable, Sean is unwilling to let go of every minute and every second of observation opportunities.
If they are really the laws of heaven and earth that you understand, you will have to deal with them sooner or later when you reach a certain level on the path of pursuing personal power. Just because you can't understand or remember them now doesn't mean you won't be able to in the future.
As long as you know their existence, you can find ways to track their traces.
At first glance, these words were in a vaguely transparent state, but as they absorbed the strands of matter that spilled over from the soul, they began to appear in color, which should be a golden yellow.
The reason why I use the adjective "should" is because Sean is a little bit unsure.
My previous knowledge was completely useless when compared to these words that seemed to be the laws of heaven and earth. The golden color in my memory seemed to match them, but it seemed not to match them.
One of the words is particularly dazzling.
Well.
Specifically, is it one character, two characters, or a string of characters.
Sean can't explain it clearly, so I'll just use one word to describe it.
Not only because this text changes color the fastest, but also because it has a huge appeal and appeal to itself.
Someone seems to be saying, come on, come on, come on!
That call is so strong that it's no longer as simple as scratching your liver and lungs.
But Sean suppressed his impulse.
To those souls, these words are no longer a butcher's knife, but simply a crushing destroyer.
He has not forgotten that he is now in a soul-armed state. Who knows how high the protection these energy skeletons provide to his soul?