Feeling the wind whistling around him, Chen Musu woke up coldly, at this moment he was half-hanging on the mountain wall, his hands were struggling to support his body, turning his head and looking down, it was an abyss with no end in sight, being on such a cliff, it was impossible not to be nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Musu forcibly suppressed the feeling of apprehension in his heart, he kept stretching out his hands towards the top of the cliff, as he continued to climb up, the surrounding rock walls became more and more slippery, and many places could not be grasped at all, and there was a danger of falling off the cliff if he was not careful.

"If only there was a mountaineering pickaxe!" There was only a bone dagger pinned to his waist, and there was nothing else, this situation made Chen Musu feel very powerless, this dagger could not help him much, although its sharpness was extremely considerable, but the hardness was far less than that of iron.

Most of the reason why people in this era can't deal with the necromantic army so easily is that they don't have powerful weapons, if everyone can hold a weapon forged from stainless steel in their hands, I believe that the hard skulls of the necromantic army will become fragile.

It's a pity that in this era, people haven't mastered the technology of steelmaking, and even bronze can't be made, first, their scientific and technological level is still in the primitive tribal era, and second, the location of the soul soil is not good, there is no rich ore here, and there are invincible enemies outside the soul land, so that they are bound.

"The mountain wall over there is too slippery, it looks like this place should have reached the middle of the cliff, the wind around is getting louder and louder, the water vapor is getting heavier and heavier, and the road behind is the final challenge!"

Found a relatively safe stone wall and stood firm, Chen Musu began to close his eyes against the mountain wall, here he can only accommodate two soles of the size of the stone, after continuous climbing, his spirit has been a little overdrawn, now he must stop and rest for a while.

In fact, it was not only the process of climbing, but also the way from the Third Tribe, his spiritual loss was too huge, but fortunately, when the soul power in his body continued to surge, his energy was replenished a lot in a short period of time, otherwise even if his physical strength was extremely sufficient, it would not be possible to persist until now.

He knew very well that there was not much time left for him to rest, if he couldn't rush back to the Soul Clan before Muller implemented his plan, then even if he returned to the Soul Clan, it might not be of any use, he definitely couldn't let such a thing happen, after all, it was about whether he could return to the True Spirit Realm.

"It's up the hill in a moment, it's a good position, and at the current speed, it won't be long before I can climb this cliff!"

After a short break, Chen Musu began to analyze the surrounding environment, choose a route that suits him most for himself to climb up, now he is familiar with this cliff, and will only climb faster and faster, once he successfully reaches the top, it will not be in vain that Zamo and others desperately sent him here.

... ...

"Commander Zamo, the brothers are almost unbearable, it looks like we are going to die here today!" "Outside the cliff, when the enemy in the rear caught up, Zamo led these men to keep going in the opposite direction, they did not recover to their best state, in the face of these tireless enemies, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

Fortunately, their formation has always been good, and the number of enemies is not large, so they cannot effectively impact them, but the enemy's attacks are continuous, and they can't hold on to it all the time in their current state, and now they don't have Chen Musu's help, and it is very difficult to kill an enemy, so they can only drag.

"Huh, is this the end of it?" Zamo let out a long breath, along the way, they have always been nine deaths, watching the comrades around them fall one by one, if it weren't for Chen Musu, they would probably have died long ago.

"For the sake of the Soul Clan, this is glory!"

"For the sake of the Soul Clan, this is glory!"

In the face of death, these warriors did not have any fear, in order to defend the soul clan, they have long regarded death as home, for them, death is a kind of glory.

"Brothers, good job, listen to my orders, change the formation, while we still have the strength now, fight with this group of guys, if you can kill one by one, if I am caught by these guys, I hope you can help me get free!"

Zamo shouted, broke away from the group, clenched the bone spear in his hand, and began to walk towards the undead skeletons, for whom it was his fate.

"Kill!"

... ...

Souls, the Prophet's abode.

"Prophet, have you thought about it, if you continue to hesitate, they can't wait!"

The old prophet sat weakly on his bed, looking extremely old at the moment, and beside him, a middle-aged man smiled.

"Mueller, do you know what you're doing? You will be punished for doing this!cough!cough!cough!cough!" The old man opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with endless anger, and after saying this, the whole person coughed even more violently.

"Retribution? After I enter the Tower of Babel and leave this place, I can become a god, and you tell me about my retribution? If you want me to bless the soul land after I become a god, now it's better to obediently agree to my request!"

Mueller smiled presumptuously, many years ago, like these chosen boys, after entering the Tower of Babel, he felt the infinite power of the tower, and he firmly believed that behind the tower was a wonderful world, where he could become stronger and even become a god.

But the prophet only let one person enter that world, and he will never forget that he fell on that road, looking at the back of the man who flew into the world behind the tower, he was not reconciled, he told himself that he must step into this tower in his lifetime, and he would not hesitate to pay any price for this.

"Muller, the world behind the tower may not be as beautiful as you say, why are you persistent?" The prophet sighed slightly, this is all the desire brought about by people's yearning for the tower in these endless years, and the previous prophets who hid the truth set up entering the tower as the highest glory of the soul race, but they didn't tell anyone.

It's a point of no return!

"Old guy, why are you preaching to me, look at yourself, you are dying, there is not much soul power left in your body, your biggest role is to open the Tower of Babel and let me in, I am in a good mood, I can let those little dolls go in with me, so it is good for everyone!"

Ignoring the old man's words, Muller was determined to enter the world behind the tower, he had absolute confidence in himself back then, but in the end he lost, but now it is different, he doesn't believe that these milky little dolls can defeat him, the only one who can enter the world behind the tower is him.

"The time has not yet come to open the Tower of Babel, and now I can't open it!" Seeing that Muller was in a state of madness, the Prophet understood that no matter what he said, Muller would never change his mind, and the only thing he could do now was to delay.

"Hmph, old fellow, let me tell you, my patience is limited, I have already arrested those dolls, if you don't agree to my request, I will kill them one by one, starting with the Zaku who took my son's token!"

Mueller snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent.

"I warn you, the Tower of Babel will never be able to be opened without them, if they have any three long and two short, let's bury them together!"

The Prophet's eyes lit up, he must not compromise at this moment, Mueller threatened him with these people, he could also threaten Mueller with the opening of the Tower of Babel.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you're waiting for that bullshit messenger to come back, right, I'm telling you, this guy can't come back! Since these people can't be killed, then those innocent people in the soul clan can always be killed, I will say it again, my patience is limited!"

The prophet's words made Muller slightly stunned, he didn't know how to open the Tower of Babel, but since the prophet's attitude was extremely tough, Muller didn't dare not believe it, he didn't dare to start these people who had tokens, but he knew the prophet's temper, and anyone in the soul clan could be his bargaining chip.

"Muller, you'll regret it!"

The Prophet shouted, coughing incessantly, but Müller ignored his words.

"Keep an eye on this place, no one can approach it, there are still many warriors in the soul clan, and they must not be allowed to come into contact with the prophet. ”

Leaving the residence, Mu Ler looked at several soul clan warriors around him, these people were all bought by him, for today's moment, he made a lot of preparations, everything could have been achieved a long time ago, but suddenly a Chen Musu appeared.

"Someone, did you do that?" Mueller suddenly thought of something, and beckoned one of his men to start asking.

"Rest assured, Commander Muller, our men are already on the edge of that cliff, whether it's Zamo or the messenger, unless they can put on their wings, that cliff is where they will be buried. ”

"Ha-ha!ha!ha!ha!

Mueller laughed loudly, the Soul Clan has basically been mastered by him, as long as Chen Musu and Zamo and the others do not come back, the remaining warriors of the Soul Clan are like headless flies, and he can easily control everything.

... ...

"Whew, come on, we're about to reach the top of the mountain!"

On the cliff, Chen Musu kept moving upward, this cliff was about to be conquered by him, he could already see the top of the cliff with his eyes, and when he successfully climbed up and returned to the soul clan, he would definitely make Mueller pay a terrible price.

"Old Hu, how high do you say this cliff must be!" On the cliff, a group of people are guarding this point where they can reach the top, this group of people is about a hundred people, and they are guarding all the places around the cliff that can be climbed, in order to prevent anyone from really being able to climb up.

"To say the least, there must be a thousand meters, in my opinion, no one can climb up this place at all, and the commander of Muller is also well fed, and our brothers have been on the road for several days overnight, just to guard such a broken cliff. ”

"Don't say it, I'm panicking when I stand on the edge of this cliff, if I fall from here, I'm afraid I'll even lose my bones!"

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense, that's not an ordinary person, it seems to be some kind of divine envoy who fell from the sky, we can't let him climb up!"

"Come on, what kind of bullshit oracle, just fool a three-year-old child with this set? When I don't know that this is a trick played by his soul clan, if this is really a divine envoy, you Hu Ye and I will swallow three catties of dung!"

The more than 100 people on the top of the cliff were all soldiers under Muller, they had never met Chen Musu, and they scoffed at this so-called divine envoy, for them, Muller's words were orders, even if Muller asked them to fight against the messenger of God.

"Don't say it, there seems to be movement!"

In the process of saying a word to this group of people, Chen Musu was only one step away from climbing to the top of the cliff, and what was waiting for him was a group of sharp bone spears.