But after so many years of immersion in the sea of magical energy, those once ordinary marbles are no longer ordinary, and they have all appeared jade-not to say that they have become jade, but to look like jade.

However, the jade marble in the energy reaction chamber is translucent, while the stone in the cone-shaped pit is black like ink, and the jade phenomenon is more serious than that in the energy reaction chamber.

This shows that the original burial in the cone-shaped pit has a longer history than the energy reaction chamber.

In addition to this, Sean also found traces of the stay of the dragonwreck battleship Dragon Roar, right next to the cone-shaped crater.

The remnants of the traces of death spell energy in the surrounding area are second only to the cone-shaped pit.

The current situation further corroborates Sean's speculation, and the puzzle of the whole thing is more complete.

Buried beneath the Crane tribe is a creation or existence from the ancient Andes Empire, or even older.

This is impossible to guess, after all, it is related to the magic energy, which will make things very complicated, and it is not surprising that there will be a demonic situation.

Anyway, this ancient existence has a unique way of studying the energy of death spells, and it tricked the Klein tribe to dig them out.

Sean even has reason to suspect that the death cult that circulates in the Crane tribe is a ghost created by this ancient being.

Because this kind of thing, even for Sean, is not a particularly difficult thing, isn't he just carrying out a god-making campaign against the Kentana barbarians?

Conversations in the consciousness of the soul, without knowing it, will be regarded as dreams or dreams.

For an ancient being that can crush souls, combine them with magic energy to form death magic energy, and transform people into undead monsters in batches, manipulating soul consciousness is definitely a child.

The obvious purpose of this is to control these crocodiles and dig themselves out of the land.

Sean even suspects that the total undead of the Crane tribe is directly related to the Eternal Night Warlord.

Because all the abnormal actions of the Crane tribe originated from the fact that the patriarch of the Crane tribe, Grand Elder Crane, was severely injured by Sean and completely tore his face.

Perhaps it was at that moment that Grand Elder Crane asked for help from this ancient being, sending his own people on a path of no return.

Sean circled around the cone-shaped crater a few more times before turning away, not wanting to go deeper.

The cone-shaped pit is thick at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the thunder golden eagle is huge, which is not suitable for doing this kind of work deep underground.

Moreover, the undead Klein tribe has completely left, which means that the things they need have been thoroughly excavated, and what they can take away has already been taken away, and it will be difficult to gain anything practical from it for a while!

If you want to engage in scientific research, and wait for the Klein tribe to be completely solved, there is time.

The trail of the Crane tribe is not difficult to find, because they are still dragging the behemoth of the Dragonship Battleship!

The location of the cone-shaped crater is also a rare piece of high ground in the Desperate Swamp, and there is no river nearby, so it is all pulled hard, leaving a drag mark on the ground.

To Sean, the drag mark is still very strange.

This drag mark is more appropriate than two overlapping marks.

Needless to say, the first drag mark was left by the dragon wreck battleship being dragged over the Danube River.

The second trail was dragged again on this foundation, from the conical pit to the direction of the Danube.

However, the second drag mark is obviously much shallower than the first one, especially in some places that intersect with the first drag mark, which is more obvious.

The depth of the second drag mark into the soil is not even one-third of the first drag mark.

Could it be that the Dragonwreck Battleship was dismantled by the people of the Crane Tribe?

That's not right!

When he had just wandered around the place where the Dragonwreck Battleship was staying, he didn't find any dismantling wreckage.

Even with the stupid appearance of the undead Crane tribe, it doesn't look like it can transform the dragon skeleton battleship!

Or is it that the Dragonwreck Battleship has become lighter?

With such a question, Sean chased all the way down the tracks.

The speed of the other party's movement was far beyond imagination, and only a hundred kilometers away did Sean find the trace of the Dragonroar, the dragon wreck battleship of the Commins family that was stolen by the Klein tribe.

Its appearance is far from the last time Sean saw it.

Don't be misled by the name Dragonwreck.

The main body of the dragon skeleton of the dragon wreck battleship is made of dragon bones, but it is not said that the whole body is made of bones, in fact, the main body is still solid wood.

Aside from the bow and a slightly narrow hull, it did not differ much from an ordinary three-masted schooner.

This is a reference to the last time Sean saw the Dragonwreck battleship.

Now it lives up to its name, the whole body is made up of various bones, these bones are not the kind of white forest, but the whole body is in the shape of black jade, and the death magic energy emitted on it is about to overflow.

The composition of these bones is very mixed, both human bones and large beasts, Sean even found giant-like bones on it, and even the mast is made of countless bones pieced together and glued, but I don't know if the folded sail is made of animal skin.

The person who transformed it obviously has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, the left and right must be symmetrical, and the patchwork between bones is very neat, revealing a strange beauty.

Not only was the Dragonwreck Battleship surrounded by a circle of skeleton wharves taller than ordinary skeleton knights, dragging it in the direction of the Danube River, and on its skeleton deck, there were countless translucent, ghost-like beings floating on it, dragging it upwards with all their might.

This is also the reason why Sean saw two drag marks before The depth is obviously different, the dragon skeleton battleship has not only been transformed, but also an external force is dragging it into the air.

At the first glance of it, Sean thought of only one word - death.

This association was not brought about by the bones, but by the rich and flowing energy of the death spell on it.

He felt that what he saw was not a warship, but a living thing.

What happened next proved Sean's feelings.

A high-pitched scream that didn't resemble a human voice rang in his ears, and then a large amount of death spell energy erupted from the dragonship's wreckage, drowning it in the blink of an eye, forming the kind of black mist that could block vision and perception.

"Maggots, get out of the way!" the black mist rolled, and a huge face appeared in front of Sean, roaring angrily.

The face of the black mist is in the ancient Andis imperial Chinese, which proves his origin in disguise.

Although this change was unexpected by Sean, it was not surprising.

The undead Klein tribe is the most troublesome for the leaders of the Eternal Night Army, because these monsters have no autonomy at all and have no way to communicate, even if they have the best diplomatic means, it will not help.

Now that we meet an existence that can communicate, then there is something to talk about.

It's not that Sean hopes that this matter can be resolved peacefully, but that he wants to extract more useful information from the other party's mouth.

If you talk too much, you will lose.

"Who are you, what is your purpose, why are you sending troops to attack our city?" asked Sean repeatedly.

"I am the god of death, I am the protector of the dead, exalt me, believe in me, and I will give you eternal life in the kingdom of my God. The huge face surged out again, and the smell of a magic stick was revealed in one mouth.

"Great God of Death, can I have the privilege of knowing your honorific name?" Sean did not directly contradict him, but followed his words.

"God has no name!" said in a wild voice with a black mist face, "You are not qualified to know, humble existence, kneel down and believe in me! Believe in me, you will be forgiven by me, and I will give you greater strength to have eternal life in the kingdom of my God." ”

"Like those undead monsters who are driven by you like a puppet? can that also be called immortal?" Sean said in a disdainful tone when he saw that the compliment was not useful, and changed his strategy.

"Ignorant fellow, what do you know? This is their honor, not everyone is qualified to be one with God!" "The lowly existence gives you one last chance, believe in me, or die." ”

"Haha...... Without saying a word, the original form was revealed, but he was just a mortal, with a little means to retain his soul, and he studied a little bit of soul consciousness control, so he arrogantly called God, do you really think that by fusing soul consciousness with the elements, you can create the seventh element?

Don't be delusional, no matter how the elements change, the six elements are the foundation, and the others are all crooked ways that can't be put on the table, don't you feel the wail of those unjust souls in your body?

Are they really completely voluntary? If so, why is there so much resentment in their soul consciousness? If you are really the god of death, you should be able to control life and death with a single word......

Sean's series of verbal attacks actually made Black Mist's face vibrate, and there was a crazy surge.

Countless faces, large and small, were surging wildly in the black mist, as if they wanted to break free from it.

Faced with this situation, Sean was not surprised in the slightest.

At the beginning, he was speculating that the initiator of the undead spirit of the Crane tribe had extracted the soul consciousness of the entire tribe.

Of course, it is very likely that those soul consciousnesses have been crushed and fused with the magic energy to form the death magic energy, but what about the soul memory?

In the process of contact, did any intermingling occur, and some of them were 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 claims to be the god of death even stores a part of his soul consciousness in the black mist.

As for because they are more unique and reluctant to destroy?

Or is it to prove that they have the ability to make believers immortal, and deliberately keep them?

That is unknown.

But one thing can be known, that is, the feeling of soul consciousness being imprisoned in the black fog is absolutely uncomfortable, and those soul consciousness masters may have been the most devout believers in their lifetimes, but after the soul consciousness was extracted and imprisoned, there was a feeling of being deceived.

Now stimulated by Sean's words, they all jumped out and resisted.

"Bold, get back to me!" The black mist man's face shouted angrily, terrifying spell energy surged, and countless black long whips condensed and formed, pumping wildly at those surging soul consciousness.

Every time they were whipped, the appearance of those soul consciousnesses became a little weaker, and after a burst of unwilling roars, these soul consciousnesses retracted into the depths of the black fog and disappeared without a trace.

"Haha......" Sean was overjoyed, "Your Excellency the God of Death, you have played too much and let your followers lose control in your own body! ”

This self-proclaimed god of death's black mist human face is not because he doesn't want to destroy these soul consciousnesses, but his heart is too big, and the momentum he makes is too big, and there is no way to complete the control of all the death spell energy, giving these soul consciousnesses an opportunity to lurk in places where he has no way to detect, and naturally there is nothing he can do.

"Blasphemous! Blasphemer!Death!" The black mist man's face was completely annoyed, and countless black mist chains composed of death spell energy stretched out towards Sean.

Sean was prepared, a 180-degree turn, full speed, and rushed out hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, but did not immediately go far, but kept circling around, luring the opponent to attack, he needed to detect the opponent's maximum attack range.

The Thunderbolt could easily dodge its locks, but the Explorer Navy's warships couldn't dodge it, and neither did the Third Army's artillery.

Neither good nor bad news.

The opponent must condense the black fog to a certain extent in order to have a certain threat, if it spreads out the black fog again as before, forming a huge black fog area, in addition to being able to cover the detection, there is no way to organize an effective attack.

At present, the farthest attack distance shown by the opponent is about 300 meters.

This is not necessarily the opponent's limit attack distance, don't look at this guy crazy, but he is very cunning, maybe because he can't catch up with Sean, he deliberately hides and looks for an opportunity to be ruthless.

Seeing that there was no way to knock Sean down, the black mist man roared twice, then ignored him anymore, and continued to drive those skeleton wrestlers, dragging the dragon wreckage battleship towards the direction of the Danube River.

This time, the black fog did not completely dissipate, and a small black fog area with a shrouded range of four or five hundred meters was formed against the dragon wreck battleship, making it impossible to see the situation inside at all.

"God of Death, shall we talk again?"

"Tell us about your goals?"

"Okay? You don't want to speak, just let me guess. ”

"The first sortie was to snatch the Dragonwreck Battleship, why rob the Dragonwreck Battleship? Of course, the great god of death, you have no body anymore, and you need a carrier to move. ”

"The second sortie was when the dragon wreck battleship arrived at its destination, and at this time the attack should be to plunder more souls and facilitate his own transformation of his future body, but he didn't expect to hit his head and break the bloodstream, so the great god of death could only be a turtle with a shrunken head. ”

"The third sortie, that is, this time, your puppet is fighting to the death in front, but the god of death, you are dragging the dragon skeleton battleship all over the world, you are not afraid, you are afraid that you will be wiped out by us, so prepare to escape, right? haha...... What an honor it is that we were able to persecute a great, noble deity into the wilderness?"