On a seemingly unremarkable island, a pitch-black pirate ship stopped silently here.

Two heavily armored Achilles warriors jumped off the pirate ship carrying Barbossa and Jack, and the moment they landed, they stepped on two large craters like a cannonball exploded on the beach.

"Wow, this looks like a monster."

Looking at the big pit under his feet, Jack's face twitched, even he had never seen such a monster, just by his body and his own weight to be able to step on such a big pit It can be seen how heavy this guy is.

"The sea is always so wonderful, and it is normal to have such a strong man worthy of respect."

Barbossa made a mocking gesture from Jack, and then looked up at the Achilles warrior in a flattering voice.

For a true old pirate, it is important to maintain respect for the strong at all times, so that you can live longer in the sea.

"Cut."

Jack pouted and let the Achilles warriors put him on a beach, feeling good on the ground.

After casually raising his foot and kicking the sand on the beach, looking at the slightly familiar scenery, Jack couldn't help but recall the time when he led these unbetrayed men to find the treasure of the cursed gold coin.

He never wanted to collect any beauty, any power, or any wealth, what he pursued was adventure, an endless unknown.

It's a pity that he underestimated human nature, the essence and nature of other pirates.

Time has passed quietly, and those subordinates who once betrayed have been duly punished, and even now they are nowhere to be seen on the ship, leaving only themselves and the minibus.

As for where the other undead skeleton pirates were, Jack knew what to do.

Taylor floated down the pirate ship like a leaf.

Taylor was dismissive of the environment, and he floated into the air, letting Jack and Barbossa lead him and his warriors led by Hawkes to the sarcophagus of the Cursed Gold.

After passing through several streams and two bushes, and a more complex crypt environment, they finally came to a large area of treasure piled up, and at the very top of the treasure was a coffin made of stone.

As soon as he saw the coffin made of stone, Taylor stopped, and his eyes involuntarily turned into golden vertical pupils.

In his field of vision, the coffin was exuding some higher level of power, turning into wisps of black smoke wrapped around the gold coins above, and this wisp of black smoke was the so-called immortal curse.

The essence of this wisp of black smoke was very high, it was at the level of the Blood God, but the strength of his strength was so low that even Taylor could easily expel it.

Its energy intensity is so low that it is difficult to maintain its own essence, and once stimulated by a foreign object, its essence will collapse like a bubble at the touch of a button, and then dissipate between heaven and earth.

In other words, the god's immortal curse is now more like a virtual shelf, the shelf looks tall and magnificent, but if a breeze hits, it will completely overturn this seemingly golden shelf.

On top of that, there was an aura of silence and decay escaping from the sarcophagus, and it was clear that the owner inside, or the former god inside, was dead.

The time to die is not short.

"How long has this been dead? The transcendent factor of this world is rapidly dissipating, and it is thanks to its own nature that this humble curse can be maintained. ”

After seeing this sarcophagus, it can be regarded as answering the doubts in Taylor's heart, how to say that it is also a curse imposed by the third-level life form gods.

How can it dissipate by a simple crush? How could it disappear because the flames burned to ashes, and how could it be useless because it was chopped to pieces by the wind blade?

It turned out that the gods themselves had died out, and the transcendent factors of this world were also rapidly fading.

After reaching out to signal his men and the two old pirates to stand still, Taylor floated to the sarcophagus alone, and with a lift of his hand, he threw aside all the cursed gold coins on the sarcophagus.

The cursed gold coin bloomed with an off-white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and a wave of curse power attacked Taylor, Taylor's golden vertical pupils instantly glared, and two golden currents appeared out of thin air, shattering all these cursed powers.

When Taylor picked up the real coffin below, he was greeted only by gray-white crystals and some powdered things.

"It's ............"

Taylor took a closer look and found that this thing might be the godhead in the belief god system, and the powdery thing next to it was probably something like ashes powder.

For the true god system, there are two paths to the infinite plane, on the one hand, by virtue of its own true strength, it takes the method of faith as the auxiliary, and ignites the so-called divine fire to help the leap of its own life essence.

The other system, known in the records of shamans, is riddled with flaws and relies heavily on beliefs, emotions, and external objects.

The belief in the god system is entirely composed of the beliefs of ordinary intelligent lifeforms, and the results are obvious and fast, but it contains huge flaws.

The first point is that if their believers die, the gods will also be taken to die together, and the second point is that if there are too many believers in the gods, the various prayers and desires of the believers and the imagination of the gods themselves will cause the essence of the gods to produce distortions that are difficult to correct, and more and more in the way that the believers fantasize.

The most important point is that the believer has seriously delayed God, and the belief that God will never master his own laws, because his own power is based on the power of the emotions of the believer's sentient beings, which is too disordered and too complex to have a single path of law for him to study, because its essence is an extremely crude mixture.

Even if he comprehended the law, he couldn't grasp it because of his own mixture.

This is the reason why wizards look down on belief in gods, and among the third-level living materials, belief in gods is also known as the easiest to cultivate, and the breeding pig level materials that can be raised by setting up a slaughterhouse.

Just find a few worlds to create a few gods for the inhumanoid intelligent population inside, and gradually, these gods will be distorted, elevated, and distorted by faith, and finally become the material that wizards want.

However, the value of this material is too low compared to other third-level materials, and many wizards refer to this material as a pseudo-third-level material, which is only a little higher than the second-level top material.

"It doesn't seem to be the kind of hopelessly stupid god of faith, and he knows how to cast a godhead for himself to analyze his beliefs and filter most of the distractions in his beliefs."

After realizing that this godhead was no longer threatening, Taylor took out a special glove made of second-level sea monster skin from the space storage ring, picked up the godhead, and put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look.

Due to the passage of time and the passage of faith, coupled with the rapid reduction of the transcendent factor, this godhead has now become a sifting machine for believers' distractions in a sense, and there is no trace of faith power in it, leaving only an empty shelf.

Looking at the godhead in his hand, which had lost its original luster and turned into an empty shell, Taylor touched his chin, and suddenly had such an idea.

"Maybe we could make it a supercomputer that records data."

After all, it is something that filters and analyzes the distractions and beliefs of believers, and it is definitely more than enough to use it as an auxiliary tool like a supercomputer.

(End of chapter)