Chapter 1141: Kill the Undead Soldiers with One Strike

In a secret place next to the teleportation array, Nigris muttered angrily: "It's not that the teleportation array has opened at all. This dead skeleton just wants to go to this step, as long as it can be pollinated. It's really annoying. I'm still wondering why he is like this. positive."

Anthony understood quite well: "It's normal. How can the original ancient god be resurrected so easily? It's already very good to have reached this point."

"What is not easy? It may not be easy for others, but it may not be easy for him. Didn't you see that he took a piece of Ketikaluti's skin off? He must have some intention. Maybe he wants to transform himself." Nigris said.

The ancient dragon of time and space in the original ancient god was forcibly transformed by Ange using a piece of giant dragon scale and the druid's ultimate transformation technique.

Because the dragon clan is inherited through blood, after transforming into a dragon god, he will naturally obtain the inheritance of the dragon god and master many dragon abilities that even Negris has not mastered. These abilities in turn enhance Ange's strength. , evolving towards a higher level of time and space ancient dragon than the Dragon God.

Everything originated from that piece of dragon scale. Now that Ange has added another piece of skin, who knows what he can change.

"If it is really the original ancient god, then this is the eighth source of power. What will the eighth source of power be?" Anthony said.

"Then you have to ask Ange, otherwise who knows, those things are not considered knowledge." Nigris said that knowledge needs someone to summarize and record it before it can become knowledge. There are only a few sources of void, who can summarize these things for you.

Regarding the origin, if Ange says yes, it is yes, and if he says no, it is no. Others cannot even see the power of the origin.

So the origin of the ancient gods here is not what Ange said, but based on Ange's attitude, plus the speculation that there are no ancient gods in this void, but in fact, there are ancient gods here, at least there is silence. Magic Vine Malvaani.

And Ange has such a positive attitude, they now know why, damn the ancient god of pollination.

"I guess adults can't explain it clearly. For us, the power of the source is too difficult to understand." Anthony said.

Nigris nodded: "That's true. When we shared his vision, we found that the void he saw was completely different from ours. With his ability to express himself, it's strange that he can explain it clearly."

The void that Ange saw contained various "fields" such as depressions, contractions, expansions, bulges, falls, etc., but they saw that the void was completely empty.

Although they all now have small-hole imaging glasses, the imaging mechanism of the small-hole glasses is not to directly observe the original power, but through the influence of the original power on the outside world, thereby inferring where the original power is. What you see The picture is still completely different from Ange.

They couldn't see what Ange saw. Coupled with Ange's expressive ability, it was too difficult for a group of snowmen who had never seen fire to understand what fire was.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the will of the Lord is... coming, coming, someone is coming out." Before Anthony could finish speaking, he saw ripples in the portal, and a group of people squeezed out.

I just said that the teleportation array was opened, but when I came over to see it, it was not the teleportation array that was opened, but the teleportation gate. Everyone is familiar with the teleportation gate. When Ange came to the World Transfer Station from the Palace of Rest, the membrane he passed through It's the portal.

Compared with the teleportation array, the teleportation gate can be always open and consumes very little energy. It only increases consumption when something penetrates it. The disadvantage is that the teleportation distance is short. When transmitting the same quality, it consumes more than the teleportation array. The transmission location It is fixed, unlike the teleportation array where the coordinates can be changed at will.

"Why is there a portal? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Nigris complained. If it is a portal, it means that the distance is not very far.

"You didn't ask just now. I've never used a teleportation gate. How did I know there was a teleportation gate here?" the Speaker said.

This really can't be blamed on him. This is just a transit point for him to communicate with his master. Usually, his mind is sent here to establish a transmission channel. Who knows there is a transmission gate.

This team of humans was moving things. They moved boxes one after another, stacked them next to each other, and then returned to the portal to continue moving. After a few trips back and forth, this team of humans retreated to both sides and lined up respectfully, as if preparing to welcome something. Like a big shot.

The next moment, a God Star descendant floated out of the portal.

Everyone's spirits were lifted. Anthony immediately looked at the Speaker and found that he shrank his head subconsciously, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the other party.

"Do you know him?" Anthony asked quietly.

"This is Nanmian." The chief speaker responded.

"Pfft... South Mian and North Mian, there should be East Mian and West Mian, right? Are you so perfunctory in choosing names?" Nigris couldn't help laughing.

The Speaker said anxiously: "Please keep your voice down, he is not someone like Beimian, he will be discovered."

Nigris disagreed: "I can't find it. There is a sapling here. Is he better than Beimian?"

The Chancellor hesitantly glanced at the sapling above Ange's head. He didn't quite understand why he couldn't find it even if it was there. However, as long as he didn't make too much noise, it was really not easy to find him from such a long distance.

In order to prevent Nigris from laughing again, the Speaker explained in a low voice: "They are not on the same level at all. Beimian is just a spoiled child who bullies others everywhere because he has a big toy. Nan Mian is just a spoiled child." Mian is the real descendant of the God Star, his strength is very terrifying, I can’t beat him.”

Anthony and the others couldn't help but look cautious. They knew the strength of the Grand Speaker. If the Grand Speaker couldn't beat him, then the strength of the Southern Crown should not be underestimated.

"What about the Eastern Crown and the Western Crown?" asked Nagris.

"There is no Eastern Crown and the Western Crown." The Grand Speaker replied unhappily.

Just as they were whispering, a group of humans with shackles and bracelets walked out of the portal. Each of them carried a coffin behind them. The style of the coffin was exactly the same as the ones dragged by the Grand Speaker.

"Huh?" Anthony and Nagris were stunned for a moment, and immediately put on pinhole imaging glasses, and said while watching: "There is a fluctuation of the original power, Grand Speaker, this is your kind of coffin."

"Not only the coffin, but those carrying the coffin are also mourning undead soldiers, the kind without the original power." Anthony reminded.

Those wearing shackles and bracelets were not ordinary people. They were all mourning undead soldiers. They carried heavy coffins, but they didn't seem to be tired at all, and they had the leisure to look around.

Everyone left the portal, and the portal closed. Nan Mian walked onto the teleportation array and began to adjust the coordinates of the teleportation array, preparing to start. Obviously, this was a transit transport, and this was not the final destination of those people.

Just as Nan Mian was adjusting the teleportation array, an accident happened. Two of the mourning undead soldiers carrying coffins suddenly exerted their strength, twisted each other's palms and soles, took off the handcuffs and bracelets, and then reattached their hands and feet.

The mourning undead soldiers are essentially mourning skeletons covered with flesh. The broken flesh does not affect their movements. After reattaching their hands and feet, they immediately fled with the coffin on their backs.

Nan Mian reacted quickly, kicked his feet and shot at the fleeing mourning undead soldiers.

The two mourning undead soldiers sensed that Nan Mian was chasing them, and one of them, who looked older, shouted: "I'll stop him, you run quickly, and you can only survive if you run to the Fier Empire."

The younger one gritted his teeth and ran away without looking back.

The older mourning undead soldier swung the coffin back and smashed it on Nan Mian's head.

Nan Mian shrank slightly, and his forward body stopped instantly. The coffin passed in front of his nose. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. His fingers seemed to be stretched out, and he firmly grasped the other end of the coffin.

The older mourning undead soldier obviously had martial arts skills. When he found that the coffin was buckled, he immediately twisted it.

One was the Lord of Mourning, and the other was a secondary origin. The coffin was not strong enough to withstand the force, so it was directly twisted to pieces.

The mourning undead soldier stretched out his hands, grabbed the body in the coffin, and swung it towards Nan Mian as a weapon.

Nan Mian frowned, retreated several steps, put his right hand behind his back, and said lightly: "You made me angry."

"Oh? Are you angry? That's great. You imprisoned my father and me for hundreds of years and used various methods to turn us into such ugly living dead. I wish I could kill you." The mourning undead soldier roared.

Nan Mian had no emotional fluctuations: "You made me angry, and I want to make you angry too. Is that your child? If he died in front of you, would you be angry?"

Nan Mian's words were a bit childish, like the tone of a child snatching a toy, but the content was creepy. The mourning undead soldier subconsciously looked in the direction of another mourning undead soldier.

I saw that the mourning undead soldier had entered the void and was running fast in the void. Only a small dot was left. After a while, he would disappear and completely leave the enemy's sight.

As long as I can stop him for a while, the older mourning undead soldier thought to himself.

The Mourning Undead Soldier, who was determined to die, raised his body and rushed towards Nan Mian.

Nan Mian did not fight him head-on, but moved away, with his right hand behind his back. The energy reaction on his body became stronger and stronger. After more than ten seconds, he swung his right hand violently, and a beam of light was thrown out by his right hand, drawing a straight trajectory in the dark void and landing on the small dot in the distance.

The small dot flashed and disappeared silently.

"Hiss - kill the Mourning Undead Soldier with one blow? It takes more than twenty seconds to charge. What kind of attack is this? Is it the power of origin?"