The night was deep, and the curved blood moon was like a blood-stained scythe of death, casting a large ominous filthy red light towards the entire "Paradise of Beasts".

The mountains on the vast and primitive continent are undulating, and the mountains and forests, which are many times taller than other places, are shaking, and every grass, tree, flower and stone has gained life under the blood moon.

Strange haunts appeared in the shadows of fangs and claws, evil spirits whimpered, and people suddenly boiled in the empty forbidden area.

"Animism" may be a fantasy of mortal reverence for nature elsewhere, but here it clearly lives up to its name.

This is a wild land where the proportion of the natural world is much larger than that of the humanized world.

There is a [grotesque thousand-legged centipede] with a body comparable to an iron locomotive, with a human face and thousands of tentacles all over its body that have been replaced by human feet;

There is the [Monster Sinkhole Worm] that roams deep underground, and a single mouth can create a huge sinkhole on the ground, enough to swallow a small tribe of humans in an instant;

There are carrion corpses that have been polluted by the blood moon and crawled out of the tombs, chasing the smell of fresh flesh and blood;

There are also [Evil Spirits and Fire Ghosts] who have died miserably due to large-scale wildfires, and they travel through the mountains and forests in groups, giving the evil seedlings of the fires to one woodland after another, and making other creatures exactly like them

At this time of the day, even the most daring natives dare to close their homes to the guardian spirits of their tribes.

But even so, every night some small tribe is attacked by evil spirits and grotesques.

Men, women, old and young, will die, and no one will be left alive.

This can be seen from the book "The Book of Hundred Beasts" (Volume II), which was tailor-made for the spirit of nature.

Perhaps humanity has never been the master of this continent, but just one of the most ordinary creatures struggling to survive.

The Sun Empire, which lives in a remote corner under the protection of the Sun God Inti, is just one example.

Under the blood moon, there was a sound of breaking the sky.

Shout! Shout!

Two large, black-feathered ravens with golden eyes each clutched a leafy fresh rubber twig in their paws, vibrating their wide wings as they traveled through the clouds at high speed.

The faster he flew, the more he flickered, his body suddenly turned into an illusory afterimage, sometimes appearing at the bottom of the clouds of the material world, sometimes smashing the crests of the essentia sea, and sometimes piercing through the biting cold wind at the edge of the world.

They seem to be able to move freely through the three layers of the world, and they can come and go freely even in the dangerous Beast Paradise.

At least the existence of the middle sequence does not even have the qualifications to spot them.

As they walked through the edge of the world once more, they suddenly rolled their eyes, and the shadow of a large ghost ship was reflected in their golden pupils.

At the bow of the ship is a statue of the head of the Blue Dragon King, filled with translucent souls with missing arms and legs, and a large string of coffins on cables.

The sails are full, sailing on the route between the fissure trench and the sea of the collective subconscious of the bay people.

Many ghost warships on both wings walked with them, the battle flags were waving, the ghosts were blazing, and the momentum was not much better than those famous evil spirits and grotesques in the Hundred Beast Paradise.

"If someone else's ship has a hundred undead, we will have a thousand!

Others run once a week, but our Blue Dragon King has to run once a day!

If someone else runs a gang, we will organize a fleet of ferries in this underworld!

This year's soul ferry performance champion on the edge of the world, we are going to decide. ”

In the colonial war a few days ago, it was not only the dragon head ship that summoned a large number of coffins and heroic spirits from Valhalla Valhalla to help in the battle, and finally stayed here.

The colonial fleet, which had come from afar, suffered heavy losses.

All of these dead need the help of ghost ships in order to return to their hometowns, to the collective subconscious sea somewhere.

The money they earned didn't matter to them, but the treasures and bank account passwords that the undead were supposed to bring into the underworld were a windfall even for the Lancastrians.

Not only that, but when they perform their duties on the ghost ship, they will also receive spiritual gifts from the collective human subconscious.

In particular, Prince Sorenburg obtained the [Theseus Ship Spirit Secret Instrument], and relied on the strong accumulation of fourth-order transcendents to quickly complete the sublimation of the essence of life.

The job of transporting the undead is itself a shortcut for him to quickly increase his strength, and the more he transports, the faster his strength increases.

Just like at this moment, Prince Sorenburg and his [Blue Dragon King] are running all the way on the road of the "King of the Undead".

And more "rolled" than any of its peers.

"Let's set a small goal first: to win the annual performance championship of this year's soul ferry, and show our faces in front of the collective human subconscious."

All this changed from the time Byron confirmed his relationship with Violet and took her to officially meet her parents.

Seeing this princess of the bay people who was right with his son, the heir of Iron Anchor Bay, Edmund Lancaster suddenly smiled happily.

Suddenly, I felt that my life was hopeful, and I was full of energy.

changed the pampering of the prince in the past, and lived a life of struggle of "eating less than pigs, working more than cows, sleeping later than dogs, and getting up earlier than chickens".

Some people feel that their children and grandchildren are blessed with their own children and grandchildren, and I enjoy happiness without children and grandchildren;

There are also people who pursue: the chicken baby is not as good as the chicken itself, and the efforts of the three generations may as well start with me, at least so that the grandchildren do not have to use the ten-year cold window to compete with other people's family inheritance.

Perhaps no one is qualified to judge which of these two ideas is higher or lower, after all, everyone has the right to choose their own way of life.

But it has to be admitted that the ancestors of every great nobleman were staunch adherents of the latter idea.

There's no way around it.

In many cases, the interests of populations, families and individuals are not completely aligned, and it is normal to have some differences and sighs.

Of course, while the younger generations are supported by the family, they must also shoulder the corresponding responsibilities, and the political marriage is the political marriage, and they should go to the battlefield.

The people who were pampered in the knights for more than ten years, but in the end they threw away their responsibilities and eloped with others, although they are beautiful love, are actually just excuses made by a bunch of selfish ghosts for themselves.

If you want to be beautiful in front of people, you must be beaten behind.

Prince Sorenburg is obviously no exception.

No matter how hard you can't suffer your children, no matter how poor you can't be poor in education, for the bright future of Lancaster, you can only suffer yourself.

In the simple worldview of mortals, this is another form of "immortality" achieved in the name of Lancaster, allowing the bloodline and the will of the family to continue to be passed on.

The same goes for the other Lancasters that have died.

Byron, as the "last Lancaster", is not only blessed by his ancestors and elders, but also desperately helping him work.

I'm afraid that one day he will suddenly have braids.

Among them, Edward, a cousin who moved to the edge of the world and lived with the undead cows and horses, had the loudest voice:

"Family, the completion of the work is a passing grade, the overcompletion is excellent, and the perfect completion can satisfy our customers.

I usually spur you all for your good, small spurs small progress, big spurs big progress, no spur no progress.

If I find out who is cheating, then he is not our family.

It's no wonder that my hands are black. ”

Since transforming into a lich and being able to free leave the Blue Dragon King, he has spent most of his time stationed at the undead farm at the edge of the world.

Most of his stupid corpses and undead creatures didn't have much intelligence, and they didn't react much to his words, but Edward was still happy to do it, and shook the whip in his hand.

As a "sleepless", he can stay awake 24 hours a day, and urging others to work is the greatest joy of his life.

I'd rather exhaust myself than die of my peers, and now that we're all dead, won't we lose if we don't roll again?

Who dares to roll better than me?!

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These people are like a litter of catfish, bringing hundreds of millions of shocks from the yang world to the undead at the edge of the world.

Again, this is because Byron has just had a partner.

Once they will give birth to children for the Lancasters in the future, it is not known how far these men will be involved under the leadership of Prince Sorenberg.

I'm afraid that before I have cultivated to become the "King of the Immortals", I will have to take off the crown of the [King of Volumes] first.

In the future, if you put this "king's name" on your head and let others hear it, there will be a kind of murderous aura of "no grass grows where you pass", and whoever encounters it will have to be stunned from the bones.

Under the Sacred Gold Empire system, they are far from the only ones who are desperately involuting.

Fujin and Wuni clung to rubber twigs and traveled the world, and it only took a few flaps of their wings to reach the town of Whalesong on the edge of the Rift Trench.

The town's water dungeon has long been a stronghold of the Blood Thirsty Order and the Skinning Church, and no one rests even late at night.

Because of the depressed hum of dissecting without anesthetic, it has not stopped since the beginning.

How majestic and domineering Edward the murderous Redbeard used to be, and how miserable and helpless he is now.

In the face of a group of more than a dozen third-order great wizards, he was almost completely desperate, obviously he had only been dissected for a few days, but it was as long as it had been hundreds of years.

The immortal body had become a curse for him.

Just when he was reborn again, Robert, the chief knife's [Killer Doctor], was about to cut off Redbeard's tongue again according to the instructions of the high priest whose heart was too good to listen to the screams of the test subject.

In the empty eyes of the great pirate, a trace of viciousness suddenly flashed again, and he gasped heavily:

"I've already heard it, aren't you guys going to build some big anatomical model?

But how can there be only men and no women?

Half of the experiments are missing, so will you only treat men and not women in the future? ”

This made all the great wizards look at each other, but they have to admit that his words are indeed very reasonable.

"Redbeard is right, there is still a big difference between men and women, what can I do if the large model lacks materials?"

The corners of Redbeard's mouth curled, which was exactly what he was for.

He had long seen that these crazy dark wizards had no sense of morality for the sake of research.

As long as they attack other teams of adventurers or indigenous women on land, they risk creating chaos and giving him a chance to escape.

'Kill, rob, I want to see a river of blood!' 'Boom'

But before he could be happy for long, the [Leech Lady] on the side suddenly spoke:

"Actually, I have a solution.

His Excellency the High Priest is kind-hearted and does not allow us to kill innocents indiscriminately, but he did not say that it is not allowed to add some inhumane means to this 'volunteer'. ”

Redbeard suddenly felt a sense of foreboding rise in his heart.

I saw that the bewitching and feminine [Leech Lady] took off a gold and silver two-color ring from her slender fingers, with a sun emblem on one side and a moon emblem on the other.

smiled and introduced to everyone:

"This is a Cursed Thing: Gender Transformation Ring.

As long as you put it on, it will complete the physiological transformation immediately.

Men can become female at night by wearing it, women can become male during the day by wearing it, and day and night can be reversed by simply flipping the ring.

As long as anyone wears it for more than a day, it will be completely transformed, and even if the ring is removed, it will not be changed back. ”

If Byron were here, I'm afraid he would have to shout again: Good guy, I'm straight good guy.

What I say, you can't judge the gender of a "Book of Giant Worms" by their appearance and title.

Looking at the ring worn by [Ms. Leech] on her hand that she has not taken off for many days, it is obvious that he/she herself is a first-hand experience of the effect of the ring.

Edward the Redbeard, who had figured this out, suddenly turned pale, and screamed miserably in his mouth:

"No, no, don't spare me, I'm damned! Let me die! ”

But he was grabbed by his left hand and put it on his little thumb, and his body immediately began to deform, and in an instant, he became a sturdy middle-aged woman.

Although he is strong enough to run a horse on his shoulders, he has everything he should have.

"Isn't there also female material now?

This volunteer's ideological consciousness is really high, and he even knows how to take the initiative to burden himself.

In the future, let's cut Mr. Redbeard in 135 and Ms. Redbeard in 246. ”

"What about Sunday?"

[Mosquito Mage] at the right time.

A group of great wizards said in unison:

"On Sundays, Mr. Day, Ms. Night, Dignified"

It's impossible to rest anyway.

They don't rest, and Redbeard doesn't want to rest.

The figures illuminated by the whale oil lamp spread their teeth and claws on the wall, like demons.

Fluttering

At this moment, the two ravens flew into the dungeon, dropped branches and a plan for experiments, and quickly flapped their wings away.

They also need to rush back to spy on the "widowed princess" and find a chance to capture the Crimson Grail, leaving the rest to the archwizards.

"It's the task of the High Priest."

The great wizards of the Blood Thirsty Order received a new research project, so they temporarily let Redbeard go and immediately devoted themselves to rubber research.

Plants are more convenient than animals, and as long as there is a little bit of tissue, they can be cultivated into a complete plant by black magic.

It is impossible to rely on them to produce the rubber that supplies industrialization, but it is enough to supply the needs of scientific research, and it is enough to use one or two branches as raw materials.

"Colleagues, show your energy, work overtime all night, and strive to submit the preliminary experimental plan to the High Priest early tomorrow morning."

"Roar!"

The precepts of the wilderness sequence to which these [animal tamers] belong are:

"I come, I see, I conquer!"

The aim is to conquer oneself, conquer nature, and step by step turn the vast wilderness world into a humanized world for human beings to live in.

Domesticating wild species and turning them into biological resources that can be used by humans can greatly advance their transcendent path.

In addition, in the eyes of everyone, the high priest who is no different from a saint and a prophet pointed out the specific direction of research, and they are all gearing up to do it.

Obviously, how can there be so many migrant workers in the world who hate to work overtime?

What everyone hates is just the fact that overtime is not rewarded, and the pie drawn by the boss.

The mere fact that you get rewarded for your efforts is enough to make people roll up their sleeves and work hard.

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