"Hey, this Dead Fire Burning Soul has only solved the weakest guy, I didn't expect these ant-like things to be knowledgeable, but since you have entered my divine kingdom, sooner or later you will become dead." The soul fire in Merkel's skull swayed in the wind, although it became a little small due to the erosion of life force, but it was also more profound, and in this battle of life and death, the tempering of the will was also extremely obvious.

The white feather arrows still run through his body, and the green vitality is still vigorous, but Merkel has basically adapted to this rhythm of attack and defense after several days of fighting. I have more energy to pay attention to the traces of Gatlin and others.

The black sea was not rippling, but in the murky sky, a bright light suddenly appeared, like the dawn descending. Directly in the continuous black clouds, a path is illuminated. Immediately after that, a bronze shadow, small at first, then growing in size as it rapidly approached, descending towards the sea. And the target is not far from Merkel before and after.

"You can find where I am. These natives still have some means, alas, it seems that a big war is inevitable, hmph, these guys who only know how to fall into the well. I'd better dodge it. Of course, all this is in Merkel's control, but his current state is very unfavorable to fighting the enemy, and there is no doubt that a temporary retreat is the best option. And, for him, everything here is under his domination.

"Hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, and achieving the greatest result at the lowest cost, this is my favorite battle." The fragment of the black diamond-like godhead in the air was still smashing and spinning, which was Merkel's biggest gain in the depths of this sea of death. It is also the foundation of his ability to control this divine world. This is the godhead left behind after the death of a god of the underworld, and this godhead is still intact. There are only a few mutilations, and more importantly, the spirit in it has strangely disappeared completely. That is, the soul is lost, which is undoubtedly a great news for the old man of the ring. He was very happy to occupy the magpie's nest, and used the power of the kingdom of God to quickly imprison his master, Hariran Ilan.

However, he wanted to go further, but he failed to take Sheilan because he knew the secrets of the sea.

This hindered him from going any further.

He could only settle for the next best thing, and made his own body from the skeleton left by the god of the underworld, although this was the skeleton of the god, but after all, it had gone through an unknown number of years, and the flesh and bones on it had long since decayed. Turned to ash, leaving only metal-like bones.

Unfortunately, he had no other choice in order to be reborn. had to transform into a black skeleton.

It made him look a little sad. At the same time, it also greatly stimulates him, making him a little crazy, and his personality even becomes evil. He began to do whatever it takes, trying to perfect his divine kingdom by killing and devouring, paving the way for his promotion to the gods.

His crazy move was almost successful, but. Pol Ponglo's desperate blow shattered his dreams and attempts, not only thwarting his aggressive plans, but also inflicting heavy losses on him.

Of course, for the cautious him, it was a pure accident. However, he still didn't dare to be careless.

What's more, his original existence was a necromancer, who excelled in necromancy and commanding his own undead legions in battle. Frontal combat has never been his forte, not to mention that his body has suffered a fatal blow at this time.

The Godhead twirls in the air. Seeing that the white light was about to descend, Merkel's heart moved. The godhead flew towards his brow, harmonizing with his soul.

And the hourglass-like death canopy in the air could no longer continue because it had lost the support of its power, and with a bang, the entire connection channel with the Forest of Life completely collapsed. The immeasurable power of death turned into black clouds and smoke surging towards the surroundings, obscuring the sky and the sun.

At the same time as this canopy of heaven collapsed, Merkel's soul fire, which had been weakened to the extreme, instantly became huge, emitting a scorching light, and the flames were steaming. This was obviously with the help of the Godhead, and in an instant, the vitality of the soul fire that was entrenched near his head was expelled.

The godhead rotated from time to time, and a steady stream of death power was contained in it, nourishing Merkel's body, quickly crushing those sticky green snake-like vitality.

Merkel urged these forces of death with all her might. They conjure up the forms of animals, whether they are tigers and leopards, or mammoths, or flying eagles, or snakes and insects. He wandered and besieged with the arrow of time.

This is a supernatural incarnation, but it is much inferior in momentum than the previous Bone Dragon and the Three-Headed Hell, however, it is more agile and vicious.

The life force on the white feather arrow retreated step by step under the destruction of these divine powers, and was gradually expelled from the skull. Can only be defended around the feather arrows.

This invisible feathered arrow is like a miniature ancient tree of life at this moment, and the branches and leaves are like vine ropes standing around, twitching in the air from time to time, just like a fierce whip, whipping away the tigers, leopards, snakes and insects that bite them.

While directing the various beasts transformed by divine power to make the most primitive attacks towards the white feather arrows, Merkel also controlled her body to sneak under the deep sea.

Beneath the deep surface of the sea is undoubtedly his best hiding place, and this majestic power of death is something that even he could barely cope with at the beginning. And although he is only a remnant soul, he is a god who once cultivated the law of death.

He is still very familiar with the various characteristics of the power of the god of death, and the most important thing is that he has a ring refined with the power of the god of death and the bones of countless gods-the ring of the revenant, which is a treasure. It is enough to resist the power of death, and it is with this small and inconspicuous ring that his soul can survive the fierce catastrophe.

Merkel put away the Revenant Ring and Godhead, and quickly dived below the surface.

In the air, white light descended, and so did the bronze bricks of Gatling.

"This is the original Sea of Death. There is no one who can get out alive from here, and the most recent one is a young man I have taken a fancy to, but unfortunately, I did not tell him how powerful this sea is, and as a result, he actually threw himself into the sea and died. Alas. It's a shame that our plan is already hopeful. Now it's time to rearrange and wait. Gatlin was very disappointed, he thought of Ilan, the guy who gave him hope to break the seal, and had the hope of killing this with his own hands.

"You see, the death maelstrom is gone."

"What's going on?"

"He's already aware of our coming, and he's probably going to avoid the war."

"How's that for good? We can't afford to fight a long game here. What's more, Gatling, if you want to control the artifact, you will have to consume too many spars. Her Majesty's face turned unpleasant. (To be continued.) )