Chapter 688 Feast of Death
Chapter 719 Feast of Death
Time passed, and half a year passed in a flash.
At the edge of the starry sky, the tide of time and space swirled here. A wave rolled up, and a slightly embarrassed figure jumped out of it.
In the new continent, the Green Field Territory, with the arrival of the delegation from the Kingdom of Sutilt, which was moving slowly and slowly along the golden waterway, news spread that the Green Field Territory was about to separate from the kingdom and form a principality. For this, Some people are looking forward to this, and some are worried about it.
Although the Kingdom's mission encountered several accidents along the way, with the personal accompaniment of Navy Marshal Aokiji, they finally arrived in the New World without any danger.
When the mission arrived in the New World and officially announced the news, the Green Field Territory, the entire New World, and even the Golden Channel were all boiling. It was at this time that the Green Field Territory began to mobilize supplies and even troops on a large scale. Everyone knew that This was in preparation for the coming founding of the nation.
In the small garden of the Lord's Mansion, he picked up a piece of bread as white as milk. Sean chewed it carefully. A faint malt aroma and sweetness quietly melted between his lips and teeth, followed by a gentle and faint smell. The magic power then merged into his body.
Bronze No. 1 wheat, the raw material of the piece of bread that Sean ate, is a first-order extraordinary plant.
After half a year, under Subhuti's careful cultivation, many useful seeds were born in the mother nest. Bronze No. 1 wheat is one of them. It is not the highest ranking, nor is it the most effective. But it is the most suitable for large-scale planting. At present, the Green Field Official has begun to cultivate this kind of wheat on a large scale. It is used as the basic ration for the army and official extraordinary people. If extraordinary people want to grow quickly, eating is also a very important aspect. .
"Is this the magic pet you spent half a year capturing in the spirit world?"
Putting down the bland bun and looking at Ymir sitting opposite him, Sean spoke.
At this moment, Ymir is playing with the little thing in his hand. This little thing has sixteen wings, its head is like a dark phoenix, and the feathers at the top are opened like a sword fan. It looks like a symbol of the majesty and authority of the king. The dark crown has a tail like a butterfly, and black star spots are differentiated at the tentacles. When it swings gently, you can see the traces of starlight streaking across the sky, and its body is covered with dense purple-black feathers. You can see It looks plush, very delicate, thin and translucent.
Although this little thing looks very gentle, Sean clearly knows that it is a genuine sixth-order king-level monster. Its racial name is Death Dream. Its true size is not small. It originally came from the world of pets and charms. Soul-based creatures have the ability to transform into butterflies. They can differentiate into millions of fairy butterflies and devour souls for them. They are the natural enemies of normal life.
The one in Ymir's hand was reborn after the racial imprint of Death Dream fell into the world of Boya. After being discovered by Ymir, it was eventually captured and became Ymir's pet. However, in order to survive in this chaotic world of the spirit world, Ymir also wasted a lot of effort in catching this little guy.
"Yes,
When I first discovered it by chance, I felt that it was destined for me. "
The pale little face was cold, without any emotional ups and downs, and Ymir spoke softly.
After hearing this and looking at Ymir's face, Sean's eyes flashed with a strange look. No matter how he heard it, he felt that such words should not come from Ymir's mouth. Perhaps Sigger was more appropriate. After all, he was the He is the one in charge of cause and effect.
"The characteristics of the Dead Dream are very compatible with mine. It also involves the realm of soul and death. The most important thing is that it can swallow the radiation emitted by me."
As he spoke, a blue energy like mud emerged in Ymir's hand, drowning the dream of death.
The energy disappeared, and the Death Dream, which was restrained in Ymir's palm and shrunk in size, danced gracefully, leaving fantastic star trails in the air.
Seeing such a scene, Sean narrowed his eyes. He actually didn't care much about a sixth-order king-level monster now, but its ability to swallow radiation was extraordinary.
"Is this devouring property only for you or for all magicians?"
As he spoke, a chaotic energy appeared in Sean's hand. Although Death Dream did not avoid it this time, he did not devour it either, as if it was not to his liking.
"For now, it seems that Death Dream will only swallow the radiation energy emitted by me alone, but it is undeniable that it is not afraid of radiation."
Spreading his palms, letting the dead dreams turn into countless elf butterflies and blending into his magic robe, Ymir spoke. At this moment, the magic robe on his body looked even more dreamy, like the water on a moonlit night, glowing with fine fluorescence. At the same time, His own aura became more and more restrained, and no trace of energy leaked out.
"This characteristic is very special. You can focus on it later. If you can find something, then the path of a magician may be further improved."
Looking back, Sean spoke softly.
Hearing this, Ymir nodded.
"Your Death God should have taken the sixth-level magic potion, right?"
After picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, Sean changed the topic.
Hearing this, Ymir nodded again. The Death Sequence is the second magic potion sequence for becoming a god in the Green Fields. It starts from Corpse Collector, Gravedigger, Necromancer, Undead, Ferryman, and Pale Monarch. , and finally pointed directly at the God of Death.
In his eyes of reincarnation, the god of death, which represents the way of the world, has a special nature and is extremely compatible with this potion path. Even the main ingredients of the first six-level potions he takes are extraordinary properties separated from himself. In exchange for In other words, the process of digesting the magic potion was actually a process of readjusting his own extraordinary characteristics. Under such circumstances, the digestion speed was naturally much faster than normal.
Buzz, scarlet brilliance emerged, an ominous aura filled the air, the Samsara Eye appeared in Ymir's eyes, and the figure of the God of Death emerged, but it was different from before. The previous God of Death was a spirit that looked like a wandering ghost. Now It is a white skeleton wearing a dark crown.
A cold aura filled the air. The moment the God of Death appeared, a layer of illusory underworld buried with countless dead bones took shape, as if he wanted to transform this place into his kingdom.
Click click click, the sound of fingertips tapping on the table was heard, the manifested underworld shattered, and the cold atmosphere was swept away.
"If you can't get rid of the effect of the magic potion on you as soon as possible, then next time I will let you sleep in the underworld forever."
Ymir's slightly childish words sounded, but mixed with them was a chilling murderous intention.
Hearing this, getting rid of the influence of the potion and waking up from the illusory dream of a king, the former God of Death and now the pale monarch quickly gathered all his power.
"When will the seventh-level death potion be completed?"
After carefully looking at the groveling pale monarch, Sean spoke.
"You can do it at any time, but if he wants to successfully digest the magic potion, he still needs the assistance of a ritual. Only by holding a death feast can he truly digest the death potion."
Without hesitation, Ymir gave the answer. He had been preparing for this matter and never neglected it.
However, although magic potion extraordinary people can grow quickly with the help of the power of magic potion, this also increases their dependence on external objects. The higher they go, the more they want to successfully take the magic potion, the more external help they need to digest the magic potion.
The reason why the Death God trained by Ymir could grow up so smoothly and become a sixth-level pale monarch is mainly because he himself is a sixth-level extraordinary creature, and the potions of this sequence are extremely suitable for him. However, Even so, if he does not use the power of the ritual death feast and digests the death potion on his own, the possibility of becoming a god in one step is infinitely close to zero.
"Then be prepared. There should be an opportunity to hold a death feast soon."
A dark light flashed in his blue eyes, and Sean spoke softly.
Hearing this, Ymir's eyes narrowed slightly.