Chapter 52: The Throne of Bones

"Judging from the strength of the man behind the control of the undead, it is at most a high-level. Being able to make it into an undead swordsman is probably a leak. ”

There was no correlation in his memory, and Zoro didn't know how the other party died.

He remembered the scene he had experienced earlier, when the patriarch of the House of Butis forced Hart to kill the woman he loved the most.

In this way, he will cut off the opponent's last bond and make him completely loyal to the sword.

The other party's last roar was filled with despair and anger.

It is estimated that it is likely that he escaped from the family and encountered an accident before becoming an undead swordsman.

Night fell quickly.

In the crimson moonlight, Sauron felt a flower in front of him.

"I've entered the dream world!"

Codex prompts emerge.

The town of Faun in the dream world is completely different from reality.

Or rather, it doesn't exist at all!

In his sight, there was a long desert, full of dead silence and despair.

In the distance, there are two tall stone pillars towering.

Stone pillars tens of meters high left projections on the ground, straight into the lead-gray sky dome.

The ground was littered with broken and collapsed ruins, and countless stones were scattered on the ground.

Some of them are also depicted with many beautiful relief patterns.

The ruins of a collapsed temple!

There were countless white bones on the ground around him, scattered on the ground, paving a path of white bones.

On some of the skulls, some blood-colored petals bloomed from them, with a strange charm of demonic death.

There was also some rustling sound around, much like the sound of insects crawling by.

It's like countless people whispering.

Click!

He stepped on the bone as he walked, and the thigh bone shattered into powder in an instant.

Fragile as tofu and shattered when touched.

But on top of these broken bones, there was a relatively intact corpse, lying there quietly.

It was a corpse wrapped in dark red cloth, tightly wrapped, somewhat resembling a mummy.

Mummy?

Zoro quietly had an extra long sword in his hand, which was the same crosssword used in reality.

But at this time, there were blood-colored lines lingering on the sword, and there was a blooming blood-colored manzhu sawa in the middle.

He stepped on countless white bones and approached the corpse, and without hesitation, slashed at its throat with a sword.

The corpse suddenly struggled to get up, but he didn't expect Zoro to play his cards according to common sense at all, and meeting was a sword.

Its plan for a sneak attack was disrupted, and its head was cut off with a sword.

Wisps of black mist poured out of the corpse and merged into the sword in Zoro's hand.

At the same time, dozens of black beetles flew out of the corpse and swarmed towards Zoro.

Laugh at! Laugh at!

With a swing of his sword, he easily slew them all.

These beetles are not very fast, and their defense is also rubbish, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

After dealing with the strange things, Sauron looked down at the wall against which the mummy had leaned.

The gray-white walls are painted with black lines with many bells and whistles, which look like ghost paintings.

But Sauron knew very well that this was the language of the abyss!

Analyzing the corpse of the cowardly demon before him successfully mastered the language.

But it is limited to listening, speaking, and reading, and it is not possible to write it yet.

“…… Farms...... Harvesting ......"

“…… Multiply...... Civilization ......"

“…… Burning the Soul...... Resistance ......"

It is intermittent, and most of the content is dissipated in weathering and erosion.

There are only a few words, but they are full of information.

Knowing part of the truth, Sauron sketched a desperate picture in his mind from these words.

The whole world is a farm!

All human beings are lambs to the slaughter, waiting for the final harvest.

Those powerful beings don't care how far human civilization has developed, and even try to make human civilization more and more brilliant.

In order to provide a larger supply of goods.

The top legendary powerhouse, absolutely knows the truth of the world.

Zoro estimated that the pillar of flames that he saw in Hart Bhutis's memory was probably the core force of the Bhutis family's defense.

If you can inherit the power in the bloodline, then the ancestor will give birth to at least one top legendary powerhouse.

That's what the big bald Griffin said earlier.

Level 4 powerhouses can already slaughter cities alone, ignoring human firearms and artillery.

Legendary, it destroys the entire city with a single thought, and has a power comparable to that of a god.

But now, these legendary-level powerhouses have never shown their power in front of ordinary people.

Where did they all go?

Or is it that the Legend class is just a higher quality meat animal, which is ...... once matured

An even more terrifying guess popped up in Sauron's mind, and he felt creepy all over his body.

Click!

The surrounding white bones suddenly trembled, and countless white bones gathered together, forming a white bone throne in the blink of an eye.

Countless leg bones are spliced together to form a staircase to the throne.

"Is this for me to sit on?"

Zoro looked at the Throne of Bones with vigilance, instinctively thinking of the evil organization of the Throne of Bones.

Shout!

A black afterimage slammed down from behind, and Sauron swung his sword at him.

Bite!

The two long swords collided violently, allowing him to see the other side clearly.

It's Hart Bottis, the undead swordsman!

At this time, the other party was still an undead, the flesh and blood on his face were scattered, and maggots were drilling in and out.

But it does not affect its combat effectiveness in the slightest.

The long sword in his hand bloomed with blood-colored light, turning into a blooming blood-colored manzhu sawa.

Sword Momentum: Bloom!

Countless blood-colored manju sawa bloomed, turning this place into a sea of blood-colored flowers.

Countless slender petals swept towards Sauron in layers, trying to devour him in one fell swoop.

Manzhu Sawa secret method, the strongest and most domineering move.

It is necessary to condense the energy of the whole body, and also ignite one's own blood to promote such an incredible scene.

"Have you ever heard the sound of a flower blooming?"

Airplanes!

Countless blood-colored flowers rushed to his face, but they were like an illusion, and they did not pose the slightest threat to Sauron at all.

He thought that he was seriously injured even if he didn't die, and suddenly he had a joy of being in a desperate situation: "It turned out to be just a residual obsession." ”

As the strongest and most domineering move in the secret method, even Hart Bottis has not learned it.

The undead swordsman that the other party has turned into is even more impossible to cast.

- Sluggish Ray!

- Fierce Attack!

- Decapitation Strike!

Laugh at!

Under his outrageous attack, the long sword in his hand easily slashed through his throat.

A rotting and routing head fell to the ground of bones.

From the corpse of the undead swordsman, more black air currents emerged, converging on the black magic sword.

More strange lines appeared on it, and it looked more and more bewitching.

Sauron could feel that the sword seemed to come to life.

"This is the Manzhu Sawa Refining Secret Method?"

He looked at the long sword in his hand and felt a sense of heart-to-heart connection.

It's a truly amazing feeling.

The sword seemed to have completely become a part of his body, and he could wield it as he pleased.

Then, he looked at the Throne of Bones in the distance and felt a faint call.

Airplanes!

On the Throne of Bones, there was an additional man in golden armor.

He was filled with endless majesty that made him tremble.

Under this kind of power, even the Iron Will cannot be effective.

A figure even more terrifying than a four-armed tyrannosaurus!

But the other party was just a phantom, looking into the distance.

Looking at the line of sight, there was a pillar of white flame light that tore through the dark sky!