This troop transport fleet numbered in the dozens, and belonged to the Templar Legion of the Glorious Realm, with sailors and many soldiers, for a total of about half a million men.

At first glance, it seems like a lot of people.

But in fact, even if these 500,000 people are multiplied by seven or eight hundred times, they will reach hundreds of millions.

Then these hundreds of millions of people were devoured alive by wizards like Mycenae who took the blood sacrifice route, and even their souls were devoured alive, which was only enough for him to climb from a mortal to the Morning Star rank.

This is even the most desirable result after removing all the negative interference from fate.

This is because this whole process of cultivation has not yet counted the key witchcraft that must be mastered and integrated on the path to promotion, as well as the large amount of "resources" and experiments required to study and practice these witchcraft.

But Mu Cang, relying only on the hatred of these 500,000 people and the majestic hatred images they tried their best to kill each other, he easily climbed to the Morning Star rank, and at the same time condensed a body that was scattered from the heart.

Why is this so? Why is the gap so big?

The reason is simple, because people are probably not the same from person to person.

Many times, this distinction is like that between man and God.

For example, Mu Cang.

For him, a "non-theoretical" existence whose life and spiritual essence is far beyond the imagination of mortals, and who possesses a large number of ancient Gendaya witchcraft and secret texts, it is easy to exert a thousand points of "resources" into a thousand effects.

"It's been a long, long time since I've experienced this kind of low-intensity power."

Mu Cang's eyes closed slightly, feeling the power of resentment slowly circulating in this body, "Well, the body is a bit ordinary, and it needs to be reconstructed."

Wow –

A resentment that was so strong that it suddenly exploded from him.

Hiss~

Countless tons of atmosphere and oceans in a range of four kilometers up and down were stirred by this materialized hatred in an instant, and they continued to let out bursts of fierce stabbing sounds.

In just a few seconds, the hatred that welled up in Mu Cang's body became more and more thick, and even manifested a specific form.

Wisps of red-black mist, with a roar of rage, erupted violently from all over its body.

Huhuhu~

The black and red mist gathered more and more, and the purifying and circulating circles condensed into clusters of deep whirlpools.

These whirlpools, which seemed to be full of majestic evil thoughts, even covered a vast area with a diameter of tens of thousands of meters around Mu Cang.

If you look at it from a distance in the distant sea, you will see that between the boundless sea and the sky, a huge ball formed by the condensation of hundreds of millions of black and red vortices that seem to be full of boundless malice suddenly appeared.

And at the very center of this mass of black-red entity hatred, Mu Cang, who had turned into a blood-red skeleton, suddenly appeared.

Hiss –

Around, wisps of black and red mist slowly condensed into pitch-black silk threads with a cold color.

As soon as they appeared, the threads flew to the surface of the skeleton as quickly as if they were alive, clinging to them.

Then, like muscle fibers, the silk threads of hatred kept appearing and overlapping on the surface of the skeleton.

Soon, Mu Cang evolved from a skeletal state to a skinless muscle state.

Raise the arm that has been built into muscles from the embodied hatred, and clench your fist a little harder.

Rumble!

The atmosphere suddenly exploded, and thousands of huge vacuum beams burst out with a roar, flying in all directions, smashing into the sea in parabola one after another.

Boom Boom!

As a result, the vast sea that had been slowly calming down was once again blasted into a heavy bumpy wave.

Mu Cang looked at all this and smiled:

"Sure enough, the optimized Hatred Demon Body is much better than the previous body."

Then, there was a crisp sound of violent metal clashing.

The bundle of muscles on his demon body was tightly wrapped in pieces of thick and hideous armor in an instant

。

Yes, there is no skin.

Mu Cang did not intend to walk in the fantasy realm with the posture of a "human".

In an instant, he turned into a demonic monarch about two and a half meters tall, covered from head to toe in thick black and red armor, and covered with dense hideous barbs.

But at this moment, more than a dozen white-robed wizards who exuded a strong aura of brilliance suddenly flew over from the turbulent sea.

"Is it the people of the Glorious Realm who came from the harbor to discover the shipwreck?"

Looking at the rapidly approaching wizards with eyes that emitted a strong scarlet light, Mu Cang shook his head and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if it's not, it's just right."

With that, he slowly opened his mouth and roared at the group of wizards flying in the distance.

Rumble!

！

Suddenly, a black sound wave visible to the naked eye rushed straight towards the wizards who couldn't dodge in the distance without the slightest diffusion.

Tens of thousands of meters away from the sound wave spanned in an instant, and all these white-robed wizards were enveloped in a bang.

In an instant, the world in their eyes became hazy and chaotic.

The left becomes up, the bottom becomes the back, and the front becomes the right.

After a split second, the directions are randomly changed again.

After another moment, the direction changed again.

One second and ten moments, one moment and one moment.

With the strange change of sense of direction, every unforgettable person who has appeared in the memory of the wizard's life, whether it is grudge or love, whether it is blood relatives or old friends, suddenly appeared in front of them, and used the most terrible witchcraft of these wizards to consume the magic power in the bodies of these wizards, and roared and blasted at these wizards.

And in the outside real world.

Boom Boom!

With the sound of explosions, the surface of these sorcerers who were frozen in the sky inexplicably erupted with extremely strong magical fluctuations.

It's as if they're beating themselves up.

Then, in an instant, these wizards were wiped out.

"People with fragile hearts......

Mu Cang looked at the dozen or so wizards whose flesh and blood melted and disintegrated in an instant, leaving only a piece of tragic corpses that fell to the sea below, and said indifferently, "Not worthy of power."

In fact, the attack just now, called "Voice of Mourning", had neither a specific technique nor a ritual mantra, and was purely Mu Cang's game.

It's his combination of magic and the essence of fantasy—magic, information, and tachyon.

Because of the existence of faster-than-light tachyons, the transmission of all forces and information in the fantasy domain is so fast, far beyond the speed of the real universe.

It can span hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.

And this speed will also fluctuate easily with the interference and influence of the spiritual consciousness of life.

Therefore, as long as Mu Cang wanted to, he could attack far away with even a flick of his fingers.

As long as he wants, he can perceive information far away.

Mu Cang hung his hand in the boundless sky, shook his head and sighed:

"These creatures who inhabit the fantasy realm don't know how to use this power."

He thinks.

In a sense, the fantasy domain is the space-time realm that is "disguised" into the material world by one party with information, and the accuracy of this "disguise" even reaches the level of elementary particles.

In other words, any being whose perceptual abilities do not reach the level of elementary particles cannot perceive the true nature of the fantasy domain.

The strong person who can achieve this kind of perceptual accuracy refers to the superior sages in the real universe, and the primeval myths in the fantasy realm.

Only this kind of life form that stands at the pinnacle of reality and illusion is qualified to perceive and truly touch the basic composition and essential structure of the fantasy domain.

But Mu Cang (distraction) is an exception.

At present, Mu Cang (Distraction), who has only reached the level of "strong" explosion in terms of combat power or roughly speaking, life level, has already possessed the "weak" of the upper sages and primeval mythology in advance

"A realm that can only be reached by a strong person at the river level.

This gave him the power to immediately have the combat power to push the Bright Moon level and even the Bright Sun level with the Morning Star rank alone.

"Glorious Country."

Mu Cang looked at the long coastline thousands of miles away, and smiled, "Since it's so close to me, let's say hello."

With that, the vast sea below him suddenly sprouted millions of pitch-black plant roots.

These are all the products of Mu Cang's condensation of materialized hatred on the underlying basic information structure of the fantasy domain.

In other words, he is now able to use ethereal emotions or images to build up the "real" material layer by layer, starting from the micro level.

That is, turning fiction into reality.

And the hatred and images that pervade the heavens and the earth can give Mu Cang an endless stream of "materials".

All atoms and molecules, as long as he wants, can be easily constructed.

Kakaka!

The countless black rhizomes that grew on the surface of the sea quickly converged and condensed into a clump, and suddenly clusters of super-huge flower bones the size of a gymnasium bloomed.

Suddenly, nearly a hundred huge red and black eyeballs appeared on the vast sea, which made people feel cold all over their bodies.

"Wrath Poison King Cannon."

Mu Cang raised his hand slightly, controlling the hundreds of giant flower bones below to aim at the coast thousands of miles away, and smiled lightly, "Let's fire."

All the flower bones slowly rose up, opened in an instant, and quickly spouted out huge black and bright spheres with a diameter of 100 meters.

Boom Boom!

One of the first black balls to be launched flew at a speed of tens of Machs, and it only flew for more than twenty seconds to cross a long distance of thousands of miles, and layers of firelight fell from the sky, rumbling towards the busy and noisy port of the Brilliant Country.

With the huge mass and extreme speed, the kinetic energy carried by the black ball at this time is simply terrifying.

But because the speed of the attack was too fast, the people of the Holy Sword Day on the harbor could only have time to raise their blank faces and take one last look at the sky.

This glance is the end of this life.

Rumble!

！

In the Tong Hole that shook by countless people, the flash of fierce fire hit the earth in an instant like a black ball like a black sun.

At this moment, air, seawater, rocks, and other substances all "melted" into terrifying light and heat.

The entire harbor and beyond, were reduced to a sea of blazing light.

What's even more terrifying is that the black ball that completed the first kill did not stop its journey, but continued to jump and roll forward, and after collapsing several areas in a row, it completely lost all kinetic energy, supporting the extremely broken "body" diagonally into the continuous mountains two thousand miles away from the original harbor.

As the impact stopped, a mechanism of the black ball was suddenly triggered, and a large amount of resentment absorbed from killing all the way through its core surged and burst through the sphere.

Rumble!

！

In an instant, the sky shook for hundreds of miles.

This majestic mountain range, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles like a long dragon with twists and turns, was actually blown away by this explosion, and it became a remnant dragon.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

Ahh

Mu Cang closed his eyes slightly, silently feeling the image of destruction lingering between heaven and earth, and the realm that had stagnated at the beginning of the Morning Star skyrocketed again.

At this moment, dozens of wizards exuding the aura of the majestic morning star flew from all directions in the sky, full of rage and hatred that almost exploded, each of them used various powerful witchcraft and fiercely bombarded Mu Cang.

"Just saying hello, why are you so excited?"

As soon as these fluttering words reached the ears of dozens of Morning Star wizards, they immediately aroused a raging anger in their hearts.

Wow!

Streams of pitch-black flames ignited from the souls of these wizards, instantly burning through the souls and all over the flesh and blood.

Before they could even scream, the wizards exploded in mid-air and collapsed, turning into countless pieces of charred black flesh and falling to the ground.

And that's not all.

The relatively intact internal organs, flesh pieces, and skeletons of these dozens of wizards' remains actually softened, necrotic, and shattered at an extremely rapid speed after the death of the main body.

Eventually, all the wizards were reduced to a mess of black blood emitting scorching flames.

This is Mu Cang's basic ability to practice the Queen of Morizhi--Hatred and Burning Heart.

Those who are too weak should be 100% humble in front of him.

Do not be hateful, nor be angry.

Otherwise, this hatred, this anger, will use the magic power in the body as the "fuel" to instantly ignite the soul and body.

This invisible demonic fire will not affect the physical matter, but it will irrevocably kill the body, bones, internal organs, and even the tiniest cells in an extremely domineering manner, and in a short period of time, the body will burn, the skeleton will burn, the organs will be burned, and finally turn into a pool of dirty blood that emits fire and heat.

If you want to resist this kind of demonic fire that ignites from the depths of your heart, unless your life level is extremely high, or your control over your body and soul has reached a very small level, so that you can arbitrarily cut off and throw it without hurting your own foundation, or your life force is extremely strong, and you can drown and consume this terrible flame with a large amount of life force.

But the others, who are all weak, have only one way to die violently in the face of this demonic fire.

At this moment, Mu Cang, who had become more and more powerful, faintly sensed a trace of a matter wave that was extremely faint but did not belong to the fantasy domain at all.

You must know that many substances in the fantasy domain are still information in nature, information that is "disguised" as real matter at the level of elementary particles.

Like the billions of people who just died, it's all just information.

By analogy, it's like a sapient NPC in a large open-ended game.

It's just that these NPCs are all spiritual, and they are informational beings.

But this faint wave of matter clearly comes from real matter, from real elementary particles.

"So? Is it the life of the real material world that has reached the world of Ansel?"

He turned his head slowly and looked thousands of miles away.

All the way in that direction, it was the destination of the troop convoy - the sea of blood.

"Interesting, who the hell could it be?"

Mu Cang immediately used more than a dozen kinds of divination, prediction, and prophecy witchcraft from the country of Gendaya, and began to calculate the number of unknown "outsiders" whose identities existed somewhere in the blood-colored ocean.

In an instant, bursts of mysterious and secluded sorcery aura and magical power fluctuations spread from the surface of his body.

During this time, several more Morning Star wizards were killed.

But all of them were close to Mu Cang's surroundings and turned into black blood.

After a long time, the aura and fluctuations all dissipated.

Mu Cang also calculated all kinds of information about those "outsiders" located in the blood-colored ocean.