"Everything I do is by my own ability, not by hell fate. Barbossa thought with some annoyance, remembering that when he first became a lich, he could often meet a special group of people who claimed to be plane merchants, the group of guys who used to call him the Favorer of Fate, but after claiming to have encountered the golden dragon, he never saw the plane merchants again, I don't know why.

"I don't believe in fate. Barbossa shook his bony palm, feeling the power surging in his body like an ocean, and strengthened his faith.

He is now nominated as the next Speaker of the Council because his strength and heritage have reached the apex of the world, in the main world, if the epic is not out, he is invincible, no one can defeat him with an invincible steel ghost fleet, no one can.

"Those two damn golden dragons. Remembering that the only two big losses he has suffered since he became a lich were actually done by the golden dragon, and they are still father and daughter, which makes Barbossa feel annoyed.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke them on both occasions, okay, until now he hasn't figured out what the old golden dragon is fighting to rob him, just because he was very rich at the time? Why? Is it wrong to be rich?

For such a long time, Barbossa also investigated the origin of the golden dragon father and daughter, and then it made him even more depressed, one of them actually became a dragon king eight hundred years ago, that was the realm he dreamed of, the realm where he could press himself to the ground with one paw and rub it.

Now that the father has become the dragon king, his daughter naturally does not dare to move, the habits of the golden dragon, he still knows, if the golden dragon named Timos once he knows that he has moved his daughter, he will definitely take action against himself, and he will not take care of the necromantic council behind him at all.

Thinking of this, a motivation surged in Barbossa's heart, unlike other lichs, since he was robbed by the golden dragon Timos, Barbossa has been obsessed, trying every day to improve his combat power, wanting revenge.

Of course, Barbossa would never admit that his current achievements were caused by these two golden dragons, that they were his enemies in life, and that it would take revenge sooner or later, and as a lich, he had enough patience.

"Wait, wait for me to be epic, I want you two to look good. Barbossa looked at the endless fleet of ghosts that he had built and stopped on the seabed around him, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, like a farmer who saw a good harvest, and this was the essence of his future in the void.

"Huh?" Barbossa, who was remembering the past, was stunned for a moment, and took out a phalange, which was like a dry bone picked up on the ground, and now cracked, and a powerful spiritual wave came from it.

"Lord Barbossa, save me!" a frightened voice begging for mercy reached his ears.

"Hold on for a while, I'll be right here. Barbossa responded, his expression was extremely calm, of course he felt that something was wrong, at his level, and he had joined such a huge organization, for the distribution of resources, intrigue was naturally indispensable.

He estimated that someone wanted to calculate him, but he was confident enough in his own strength, even if the true god came, he was not afraid, as for the epic, except for the damn ancestral golden dragon, he had not offended any epic, and he still relied on the necromantic council behind his back, there was not enough reason for the epic to make a move on himself.

"I'm going to see who dares to do something to my friend. Hmph!" The inky black waters stirred, and with Barbossa's thoughts, a fully formed ghost fleet slowly rose from the bottom of the sea.

There is no friendship between the lichs, only simple interests, the so-called friends, just sound good, this lich who asked for help from himself is a member of parliament who has completely fallen to himself, and unconditionally supports himself to become the president of the council, how can he not save such an interesting little brother? If this is not saved, what do other councillors think of him, even the little brother can't be saved, who will mess with him in the future?

......

"Do you feel it? that huge dead air is rising!" In the middle of the Blackstone Harbor, in a dark room, Muria, who was wearing a skeleton armor to hide the aura on his body, restrained all his qi and blood, looked at Michael and Ilvester beside him.

"Well, it's worthy of being the Great Lich at the pinnacle of legends," Ilist, who was honest and hidden, showed a solemn look on his face, this force didn't have to fight at all, he couldn't defeat it himself.

People can forcibly crush him with their pure quantity, and all skills have no meaning in the face of absolute power.

"With this size, we estimate that it will take hundreds of years to beat him. Micaliala's face also showed a hint of jealousy, but her mouth said that Barbossa would vomit blood (if he had blood), ten thousand years of accumulation, but there were creatures who opened their mouths and said that they could defeat you in a few hundred years, how can this make people not angry.

"The old lich of Barbossa is really gone, and the Grim Reaper really has a way. Feeling the huge dead air that was departing and finally disappearing, Muria smiled on his face.

"Titans and Dragons, it's time for you to do it. Suddenly, a bone badge floated out of Muria's body, and the skull mark in it opened and closed its jaw, making a piercing sound.

"How long can you trap him?" asked Muria very facelessly, knowing that the Grim Reaper in the Overworld could not help this legendary peak of the 10,000-year-old Great Lich.

"It's about two hours, you have to hurry. ”

"Very well, in an hour and a half from now, we will retreat. Ignoring the death god Naluo listening to the side, Muria directly instructed the subordinates next to him, "Now start looting as much as you want! Take as much as you can! ”

"......" The five legendary lichs were speechless, what else is there in the Sea of Dead Dead besides the ten major ports?

"Micah, let's get started! ”

"Understood!"

In the dark sea of ghosts, in the largest black stone harbor, a crimson pillar of light suddenly rose from a building, and all the undead within a kilometer of this pillar of light were all vaporized in an instant, and they didn't even have a chance to wail and scream, and at this moment of seeing this light, the undead who were not purified for the first time were all like snakes and scorpions retreating, and they didn't dare to mess with it at all.

"Who dares to go wild on Lord Barbossa's territory!" When the pillar of light appeared, a cold death aura filled from the Black Soul Tavern, and the ghost battleship that was five thousand meters long began to tremble, and one after another shocking cannon barrels appeared.

At the same time, a giant-shaped skeleton with thick ice and snow skin appeared. Ice and snow are its terrible flesh, but it won't stop it. Large, jagged pieces of ice are embedded in each finger, acting like claws. Its skull was slick and ice-free, and a pitch-black flame surrounded it like a corona.

"Winter ghost!" Muria looked at the winter ghost that suddenly appeared and exuded a cold air, there was no surprise on his face, among the three most prosperous ports of the Sea of Necronomicon, there was a legendary undead in it, among them, the one in the Black Stone Port was a legendary fourth-order winter ghost, this was the information he had investigated clearly.

"Solve this winter ghost in the shortest possible time, whether it is dead or alive. Muria turned to a legendary lich and commanded, with a calm and nonchalant demeanor.

A winter ghost who only has a few moves back and forth, facing a lich who already knows its information by heart, has no chance of victory, and has already been calculated to death.

"Let's start separating!" Murria looked at Michael and said, in Muria's eyes, there are eleven of the most elite areas in the Sea of Necromancy, ten major ports, and a shipyard under the sea, where I don't know, this shipyard is the most precious, but Muria doesn't know his location, so he can only rely on his subordinates to explore slowly.

In the midst of the pillars of light that brought light to the Sea of Necromancy, a slender figure appeared, dressed in white gold-encrusted armor, holding a crimson sword, her eyes gushing with divine flames, and under the terrifying gaze of many undead, five pairs of wings swirling around crimson flames.

Boom - Boom ———

Endless dark thunder fell from the sky and slashed towards Micaliala, who was as dazzling as the sun, this was half of the rejection of Michaelella, but these thunders full of lifelike aura had not yet approached Michaelella, and they were purified by the divine light naturally emitted from her.

The space collapsed and shattered, and in the sky above the Blackstone Harbor, a spatial crack visible to the naked eye appeared, and the entire port was in turmoil, and the middle and low-level undead among them were frantically fleeing everywhere, seeing a powerful existence like an angel making a move, how could the undead at the bottom not panic?

But fortunately, Muria had already arranged everything, and some of the large pirate groups that Muria had subdued, as well as the lichs, began to suppress the riots everywhere.

"Now it's my turn!" after seeing Micaliala's sword swing completely cut the Blackstone Harbor from the Sea of Death.

Muria took off his skeletal armor and revealed his Titan form, his massive qi and blood soaring into the sky, and he showed his strength without hesitation.

Then, a vibrant half-plane phantom appeared behind him, and a huge traction force spread out from this half-plane phantom, landing on the fragments of the Blackstone Harbor below, and began to slowly devour......