When the Pharaoh fled with half of the Soul Tower, strange voices rang out from the entire east coast of the underworld.

The sound was like the crash of the waves breaking through the breakwater, and it felt as if something had been breached.

Then the other twelve areas of the East Coast also reacted, and the locked necromancers in the two towers seized the opportunity, cut off the chains on their bodies, and roared away with the undead troops outside the towers with laughter.

It can be seen that these two necromancers were forcibly captured, and they did not want to suppress the Spiritualist Tower here.

Now that they had a chance to escape, even if it was too slim, they were going to give it a try.

Their departure also caused even more damage, although they did not destroy the Soul Tower they had guarded, they took away the guardian power of the Spirit Tower.

When they left, the Spiritualist Towers they were guarding also had problems at the same time, and under the collision of some unknown beings, and under the soul backlash they suppressed at the beginning, the two Spiritualist Towers also cracked.

Subsequently, several Spiritualist Towers that were not suppressed by necromancers also had more or less problems.

The necromancer who was guarding the Soul Tower in Washington quickly felt the anxiety, and the pressure in the underworld was originally shared from his side to the other spirit towers.

After so many years, it has been running well.

But unexpectedly, just like this, one Soul Tower was destroyed, two Soul Towers were broken, and several unguarded Soul Towers were more or less problematic.

It can be said that the hundreds of years of efforts of the Bald Eagle Principality in the underworld are all in vain today.

The necromancer managed to control the final work of his tower of spirituality, and sent a distress signal to the real world.

Soon Emperor Lincoln received information from the underworld.

Before there were no telephones and the Internet, no matter how strong the magic was in the world, most of the ways they sent information were letters.

When he first received the letter from the underworld, Lincoln the Great thought that it had taken them nearly a month to finally kill Sandru's thorn.

But when he opened the letter, Lincoln the Great's face changed rapidly, and he slammed the letter on the table only halfway through.

"What did they do, a druid who ran to the underworld couldn't catch it, and destroyed the Soul Tower, didn't they know that this was the Bald Eagle Guild's thousand-year luck plan? Even those traitors in the south did not dare to do this, who gave them such courage. ”

With that, Lincoln stood up and spun back and forth several times, before finally taking a deep breath and dragging a small black suitcase out of his desk.

However, when he put his hand on the small suitcase, he hesitated a little, this suitcase was handed down to him by the previous president when he became president, and the use of the thing in the suitcase, as well as various taboos, were explained in detail.

He knew that it would be best for him not to use this little suitcase until he had to.

But the situation in front of him seems to have reached this time, not to mention that the southern army has already fought, even the matter of the underworld, he also feels that something is not right.

After thinking about it, Lincoln the Great finally opened the suitcase, and after adjusting the password several times, he opened the two layers of mechanisms inside the small suitcase, revealing a red button inside.

That button seemed simple, but for some reason, Lincoln the Great was a little hesitant to get to this point.

Thinking of the situation in front of him, he finally pressed his hand down and pressed the button.

In the next moment, Lincoln the Great felt as if he had arrived in another dimension.

The space was so dark that you couldn't see the edge at a glance.

Emperor Lincoln waited in this space for an unknown amount of time, and a light fell from the sky and fell right in front of him.

In the midst of the pillar of light, a man in a denim suit appeared, carrying two revolvers in his hands, and seemed a little reluctant to come over.

"What's the matter, didn't you say don't call us as a last resort?"

Lincoln the Great hurriedly explained the recent situation.

Listening to Lincoln Great's explanation, the cowboy nodded slightly, "We calculated the Civil War, the establishment of a great power requires a blood sacrifice, and we originally planned to use the blood of black people for blood sacrifice." ”

Speaking of this, the cowboy glanced at Lincoln the Great, intentionally or unintentionally, and there seemed to be some pity in his eyes.

Lincoln the Great was also a good man, and although he didn't know what this look meant, he always felt that something was not right.

But the cowboy immediately turned the conversation to the underworld.

"The matter of the Great Array of the Underworld, this is a big deal, but I am not a necromancer, I am a gun fighter, it was arranged by others, you wait for me, I will find someone."

With that, the cowboy quickly disappeared into the pillar of light.

After a while, another figure appeared in the pillar of light, and from the way they entered and exited the pillar of light, it could be seen that they did not fall from the sky, but moved from the edge to a certain position.

The one standing in front of the pillar of light looked like a vampire, with a pale face, a purple-red mouth, and a pair of tiger teeth still exposed.

He was wearing a plain plaid shirt, and he looked very ugly, like some kind of suit.

When he saw Lincoln the Great, he couldn't help but be stunned, "It's you, what happened, the thirteen ghost soul lock spirit arrays I arranged will not have problems, it must be something wrong with you." ”

Lincoln hurriedly told him about it, of course, this time he didn't elaborate on the affairs of the Northern and Southern War Formations, but talked about the news from the underworld.

"Are you saying that there was a druid who inadvertently ran away to the underworld, because of your pursuit of him, he was so ruthless that he broke one of my soul towers, are you kidding, this is not ancient times, I haven't heard of anyone who can break it on their own."

"No, intelligence is like that, as if they didn't hit it themselves, they hit it with something."

"That's not right, in order to build these thirteen soul towers, I used the scalp of the Indians of the entire continent, that is where the luck of the entire continent lies, and it will not be broken before the mainland sinks, there must be a problem here, wait, what about the guy named Daniel, where are the others."

Lincoln blinked his eyes, "The man is missing, his manor has been dragged to the underworld, and it is because of this that we found out that there was a druid who entered the underworld." ”

Hearing this, he was also a little angry.

"You're looking in the wrong direction, go get Daniel back, or something will happen."