Cangqing Sea.

The soldiers of the Divine Refining Legion lined up neatly along the border of the sea, stretching for miles on both sides, with no end in sight.

Directly in front of them was the eye of the storm, shrouded in the black fog of the plague.

The warriors were dressed in heavy armor, revealing only cold eyes, waiting for the battle to begin.

Three years have passed since the death row prisoners started the war, and the death row prisoners have successively annexed the Psychic Sea, the Earth Demon Sea, the Snow Turtle Sea in the Terran Empire's territory, and the Eye of the Wind Sea ahead.

The appetite of the death row prisoners grows, and the plague of death unleashed continues to eat away at the territory of the Terrans.

Although this is not the main front of the human expedition plan, the approach of the death row has touched the bottom line of the interests of the human race, and the next target is an important resource island with many rare spirit mines.

The sea breeze howled, blowing the blood-colored flags in front of the front.

Above the Terran army, there was a burly figure with a height of two meters and an upper body, unlike other warriors, he was not wearing any equipment, holding a wine bowl in his left hand, and holding a golden war hammer larger than a human in his right hand, and his body exuded a terrifying breath of life.

The commander of this army is the second Divine Chosen Warrior of the Divine Refining Legion, "Moqiu".

After obtaining the Devouring Body Forging Ability granted by the Lord of Divine Refining, his body was his most powerful armor, and he did not need to be protected by any external objects at all.

Looking at the black mist of the death plague that permeated from afar, a trace of bloodlust appeared in Mo Qiu's cold eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"There is no antidote to the plague of death, and the brothers who were infected in this battle will no longer have a way back, but can only move forward until the soul returns to the emperor...... Brothers, this cup is for you. ”

Mo Qiu's voice was soft, but it resounded in the air, and then he drank all the wine in the bowl.

The warriors who were waiting for the enemy also raised their wine bowls one after another, drank them all, and threw them into the sea, bursting with the body-strengthening power bestowed by the Lord of Divine Refining.

"Prove your loyalty and courage to the Emperor Xiu God, kill!"

Mo Qiu's words fell, and the Terran army rushed into the black mist of the death plague.

The almost energetic blue translucent bodies of the death row inmates also emerged in the black mist, and the black mist of the death plague became thick with the swing of the iron hook.

A large number of black balls of pollution sources instantly filled the entire sky, like a meteor shower smashing into the Terran charging army.

All Terran warriors who came into contact with the source of the contamination wailed in pain, their bodies twisting and alienating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, the warrior next to him will mercilessly cut off the head of his comrade, even if he is his own brother, before the mutation is still furious, and then continue to charge with a decisive attitude.

The thick plague of death seeped through the armor as it advanced, causing their skin to fester, but no warrior stopped the charge.

The roar of the Soul Returning Emperor Xiu resounded throughout the battlefield.

The pale golden wave crushed the blue wave, and the advance of the battle line was exchanged for the lives of a large number of soldiers.

There is always a saying in the major legions:

The best way to carry out the beliefs of Emperor Xiu is to prove your courage and strength in battle.

All the fighters knew that they were going to die, and since the start of the expedition, it has been impossible to count how many soldiers have fallen on the front line, during which new people are constantly replacing old ones.

Even a powerful Chosen Warrior can't escape the fate of dying in battle.

Even the Legion Commander, who was considered to be almost invincible, had a record of falling, but fortunately, he was finally reborn in the Imperial Repair City, which is enough to illustrate the cruelty of the war.

Dying on the battlefield is the fate of every human warrior.

But how to die they can choose for themselves.

It can be a fearless death in battle under the belief of the emperor, or it can be executed under cowardice.

In the face of the choice, the soldiers used their actions to implement their loyalty to the emperor's faith, endured the torture brought by the plague of death, and charged forward without fear of death.

The blue front was simply not enough to resist the advance of the Second Divine Refining Regiment, and it was pressed and kept retreating.

But the casualties of the Terran army are also accelerating, and as the battle line deepens, the damage caused by the death plague becomes more serious.

Knowing that they were certain to die, the infected chose to charge in a more frantic way, wanting to add to their own merits before the soul returned to the emperor.

At this time, leading the legion to advance, Mo Qiu, who rushed to the forefront, was like an unstoppable chariot, and the members of the death row clan fell in pieces wherever he passed.

"Death row god, fight me!"

Rumble!

After smashing thousands of death row warriors to death with a single hammer, Mo Qiu roared in the sky, his long hair dancing in the wind, and the muscles on his body agitated.

As the words fell, he turned into a golden light and jumped out of the battle line into the battle line of the death row prisoners, and the war hammer in his hand turned into a golden mountain and pressed down.

Rumble!

The sea surface was pressed down a hundred meters by a hammer, and all the death row warriors shrouded by the golden hammer shadow were crushed into powder.

"As you wish!"

An ancient language different from that of humans rang in Mo Qiu's ears, and a black phantom appeared from the rear of the army of death row prisoners at an extremely fast speed, hovering at a distance of 100 meters away from Mo Qiu, raising his hand to grab Mo Qiu.

Suddenly, the black mist condensed into chains and wrapped around Mo Qiu's limbs.

With a roar, the strengthened body of Moqiu Divine Refining burst into golden light, and with the powerful physical strength of the body, he shattered the black iron chain and bullied the prisoner god to death.

The Divine Tool Warhammer in his hand shone like the sun under his power.

Rumble!

The terrifying power instantly shattered the black mist body of the death row god, and the black mist was shrouded in golden light and began to dissolve.

But the black mist still reconverged under the pressure, and once again transformed into a death row god.

The white eyes in the black mist looked directly at Mo Qiu in his heyday, and a hoarse murmur sounded in Mo Qiu's ears.

A black mark suddenly appeared on Mo Qiu's chest.

The power of the curse seeped into Moqiu's body and began to destroy his bodily functions.

But Mo Qiu didn't even look down, and smashed the hammer down again.

Rumble!

The overbearing force once again crushed the atomized body of the Death Row God, and the warhammer turned into a phantom, setting off a violent wind in an attempt to blow away the black mist.

But the atomized body of the death row god was reunited little by little against the strong wind.

With the whisper of the curse, a second curse mark is formed, turning into a dark red curse mark on Moqiu's back.

At the same time, two figures appeared on both sides of Mo Qiu, and at the same time swung their soul hooks at Mo Qiu's arms.

The soul hook collided with the flesh, making a metallic clash and shattering.

Mo Qiu turned his body, and the warhammer swung in a circle, shattering the two death row warriors who came to sneak attack.

That's when the unexpected happened.

The flesh and blood of the two dead death row warriors turned into powder, but they left two curse marks, which turned into streamers and imprinted on Mo Qiu's arms.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qiu immediately understood what was happening.

Sacrificial curse!

The real purpose of these two death row warriors who were teleported to his side was to kill him, as they carried a pre-made curse condensation mark in their bodies, which instantly produced an effect after the death of their bodies, and cursed the nearest target.

This is a suicide attack.

Feeling the power of the curse spreading in his body, Mo Qiu did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, and the surging power of the roar surged in his body, launching a new round of charge towards the death row god.

After several days of fierce exchanges.

The power of the death row god has declined severely, and the black fog has become more and more difficult to condense.

When the death row god condensed his black body again, and looked at Mo Qiu, who was branded with various curse marks on his body, a smile appeared on his weak face:

"You're defeated."

Mo Qiu stood with a hammer, his eyes still burning with infinite battle intent.

"Offering loyalty to the Emperor Xiu God."

As the words fell, Mo Qiu clenched his left hand into a fist and placed it on his chest, then suddenly raised his head to look at the death row god, and the war hammer in his right hand was raised high.

"Kill!"

The golden light released by the warhammer continued to magnify, turning into a huge golden warhammer phantom like a mountain and suddenly falling.

Rumble!

The furious force set off a huge wave, and the death row god's body exploded into a mist with this blow.

After this blow, the body of the death row god was extremely difficult to condense, and the black mist continued to split in the aggregation, and it took more than ten minutes to completely condense.

When the death row god looked up at Mo Qiu, the chosen warrior of the human race, he found that he was standing in the air with a hammer, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and his open eyes were still full of infinite fighting spirit, but he no longer had vitality, and only relied on the power of the divine weapon war hammer in his hand to maintain the posture of volleying.

"Whew...... What a domineering ** power. ”

Looking at the lifeless Mo Qiu's body from afar, the death row god felt happy and a little happy at the same time.

By now, he was at the end of his crossbow and couldn't hold out for long.

Fortunately, in the end, it was He who won.

Looking down at the end of the sea, the war below is nearing its end.

The first few waves of the Terran charge could be described as overwhelming, and a large number of death row warriors fell to the Terran rage of charges.

However, the sea shrouded in the black fog of death is their home field after all, and the protracted battle is destined to gradually expand their advantage, as long as they withstand the previous waves of offensives, they will inevitably change their offensive and defensive positions.

Two days later.

At the end of the battle, the death row prisoners crossed the border of the sea and invaded the Cangqing Sea, and the death plague swept along the way, occupying resource islands one after another, including the two core resource islands guarded by the Chosen Warriors.

The big win has led to a rapid increase in resource production.

This will also help the death row inmates to develop and advance plague and curse-related technologies.

……

Five years later.

Death row prisoners sea fortress.

Central Research Laboratory.

A large number of death row researchers in energy suits are studying around a huge ball of black flesh.

Cutting cuts, injecting viruses, branding curses, data collection, ...... Over the years, this mutant has brought more and more surprises to death row inmates.

Through constant testing and research, the Death Row inmates have discovered that this mutant is the perfect tool for testing curses and plagues.

Before obtaining this mutant, the Death Row Prisoners' Curse and Plague Virus tests required capture** testing.

But ordinary ** will die soon after being infected with Plague and Curse, and it is difficult to encounter a highly resistant ** for in-depth testing.

The appearance of this mutant is a treasure for the death row inmates.

Whether it's a curse or a plague, or even a test of the source of contamination can withstand it, even if the life force is rapidly ablated in the process, it will quickly return to its original state, and even become stronger than ever.

After years of testing, they have also found a way to exploit the variant.

This technology is what they call "death frenzy".

By cutting through the minced flesh fused with a large number of viruses and curses on the body of the mutant, it is sealed into a virus bomb, which is instantly detonated in the battle with the enemy, and it is difficult for any life to support under the multiple bombardments of raging curses, plagues, and spiritual pollution.

What's even more surprising is that in the process of studying the power of plague and curse, the power of the death row god they believe in is also gradually growing.

The creation of new plagues and curses is an important channel for the death row god to gain power.

This mutant life has brought too many surprises and is of immeasurable value, and has been regarded as the most important treasure by the death row inmates.

Even if there are sea forces that are willing to exchange multiple sea areas as bargaining chips, the death row prisoners are absolutely unwilling.

Research continues.

The Death Row Prisoners look forward to the day when they will unravel the secrets of the mutations, when the Death Row Prisoners will be unafraid of any curses, plagues, and pollution damage, and will become an invincible nightmare in the eyes of the powerful clans of the sea with relevant abilities.

At that time, the death row inmates will usher in a new round of rise.

27 years later.

The black ball grew to the size of a basketball court.

Relying on experimental testing and data collection on this mutant, the development of the death row inmates has been rapid, and the original death plague has completed two updates and upgrades, both in terms of corrosion effect and infection lethality.

But death row inmates have also encountered development bottlenecks.

The Black Flesh Ball is becoming more and more adaptable, and the early viruses and curses are no longer able to have any effect on it.

The research and development of new technologies cannot keep up with the immune speed of black meat balls, resulting in many technologies that cannot continue experiments because of the immunity of black sarcoma before they are innovated.

The black balls of flesh also gradually shrank during this period.

This is sad for the researchers of the death row inmates.

Meat balls are an important weapon of war for death row prisoners, and the "Death Frenzy" made of cutting the flesh and blood on the meat balls is the most powerful war weapon of death row prisoners.

If the size of the meat balls continues to shrink, the production of Death Frenzy will also be compressed.

This is not conducive to the next development plans of the death row inmates.

In order to solve this problem, the researchers of the death row inmates began to research and develop new curses and new plague viruses under the pressure of the death row god, and invested most of the output resources in the consumption of research and testing.

In the years that followed, in the race against time, the meat balls shrank much faster than the development of death row inmates.

A long-built death frenzy is also brewing in the process of shrinking the meat ball, waiting to erupt.

Fast forward to 13 years later.

Lin Ji, who had been trapped in the consciousness space for decades, stared blankly at the information that appeared in his mind, without a trace of emotional fluctuations.

From the first surprise, to the horror, to the despair...... By now, he had become completely numb.

All of his physical attribute indicators have exploded, and in addition to his soul strength, all values have exceeded six figures.

This kind of physical fitness even far surpasses the physical evaluation data of the Chosen Warrior on the Internet.

But no matter how strong it is.

The incompatibility of the soul, consciousness, and ** made him lose control of his body and could not perceive anything in the outside world.

Countless times of disillusionment, he has completely given up on getting out of trouble and has become numb.

He couldn't tell how much time had passed, maybe five years, maybe decades, or even longer.

The perception of time becomes blurred in the trapped consciousness.

When I was young, I heard my teacher say in class that the source of pollution is the most terrible and deadly evil substance, even more difficult than the mental manipulation ability of many evil gods.

At the time, he did not have a clear idea of the source of pollution.

But now there is.

The source of the contamination seemed to him to be a collection of viruses and curses, and every once in a while a new disease would infect his body.

The endless derivation of diseases leaves him with no end in sight.

There will always be new diseases that stretch its disease index and make the time to get out of trouble even longer.

At this moment, a light and fluttering sensation caused the numb forest trail of consciousness to produce consciousness fluctuations.

At this moment, he felt the outside world, and his consciousness was connected to the finger of the long years of disconnection.

Glancing at the information in his mind, he found that the disease index had somehow gone to zero.

Getting out of trouble?!

The surprise came too suddenly, and the already numb forest trails instantly came to the spirit.

The process of merging with the soul consciousness is quick.

When Lin Ji opened his eyes, he saw a lot of rotting corpses on the ground.

He was stunned.

Where is this?!

Puzzled, he walked down the passage out of the germ-covered laboratory, and the sight of the outside world made him even more confused.

Walking along the way, it can be described as corpses strewn all over the field, all life has been corroded and melted, and the death is generally miserable.

"Shhh...... Who did it, it's too cruel. ”