Chapter 204: Too Painful to Eat

Chapter 204 The pain is too much to bear...

Nigris's eyes widened instantly. He couldn't wait to take the fragment, held it in his hand and observed it repeatedly, and then said in shock: "This is, this is the Chaos Black Crystal! This is the Chaos Black Crystal!"

Ange tilted his head, and Luther stretched his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "What Chaos Black Crystal? What is it used for? A gem? I have my Dragon Pattern Steel Core Mithril Filigree Demon Pattern Covered Earth and Calcined Gem to gain the piercing enchantment. Are the gems on the two-handed sword precious?"

As Luther said this, he drew out his two-handed sword and showed it off.

Nigris had a black line on his forehead: "You don't have to say the full name every time, just say two-handed sword and everyone will know it."

"No." Luther refused: "Then you won't realize its power."

Nigris took a deep breath and said: "Okay, then this is the eight hundred abyss, the endless death land, the co-owner of trillions of undead souls, immortal, eternal, eternal, eternal, punching the gods of light and stepping on the lords of all walks of life. A fragment of the immortal king."

Luther was stunned: "Fragments from the immortal king?"

"Yes, do you feel its power?"

Luther curled his neck and nodded like a quail.

Fragments of the Immortal King? Why does the evil god have fragments of the king? The king is dead?

"Ask it what it is and see if it knows it." Negris said to Ange.

Carve the question on the elf bean and throw a stone at it: "It's delicious."

"This evil god must be a foodie. Everything is delicious. Ask him why he doesn't eat this."

"Can't bite."

There were four elf beans again, and the little paw brought a bean over, but this time it was not an upgraded bean, but another kind of bean.

"This evil god has a really good memory. He still remembers that we don't want to upgrade the beans, so we asked him what kind of beans this is?" Nigris said.

Ange stretched out his hand to grab it, but when he took it out, his hand was empty and he spread it out for Nigris to see.

"There are no more fairy beans?" Nigris instantly understood what he meant.

Ange nodded.

"No, you had more than a hundred elfin bean plants left before. You must have used them to plant randomly again." Looking at the elf bean plants in the Square of the Gods, Nigris said, "If you don't have any, then there won't be any. The upgrade beans are enough, why don’t you give it another god fragment and see if it still has black crystal fragments.”

Ange Ruyan placed a fragment of the spirit, but his little claws only grabbed three handfuls of new beans and threw them over, and there were no black crystal fragments.

"Could it be that there is only one black crystal fragment? It couldn't bite it, so it was thrown to us after it was useless?" Negris guessed.

I exchanged a few pieces of the spirit fragments for a few new beans, which totaled about forty beans. I put another piece of the spirit fragment on it, and the evil god's little claws stretched out and suddenly got stuck.

From the original crack, the little claws could be stretched out together with the arms, but for some reason, the crack shrank. The little claws could not even extend their fists, and only two claw toes could be squeezed through. They were short and fat, like a... A pair of small scissors.

The little claws couldn't reach out, so they had to retract, and the crack disappeared.

It was useless to put anything on the handle of the evil god statue. The little claw never appeared again.

"Is there an energy limit to this crack? It cannot be opened by consuming light?" Negris guessed.

The evil god's claws couldn't reach out, and they couldn't verify it for a while. They had to put it aside for now, and everyone focused on the black crystal fragment.

"Are you sure it is really the fragment of the king?" Luther asked in a low voice. As for why he had to "quietly", he didn't know. He just lowered his voice subconsciously.

"How do I know?" Negris also lowered his voice subconsciously: "I have never seen the broken immortal king, but the color and texture look similar."

"Is there a way to verify it? Hit it with a hammer?" Luther suggested.

"Are you crazy? What if it breaks into pieces? Without the infusion of the king's soul energy, even the real Chaos Black Crystal may not be able to withstand the hammer." Negris said.

"Then what should I do? You can't just say yes and it's no if you say no. This question must be clarified. Is the king dead?" Luther said seriously.

Nigris sneered: "Even if this is Chaos Black Crystal, the king will not necessarily die. Will he die if his body is broken? You are too young to see the king dead."

"Yes, yes, but we have to find a way to verify..." Just after saying this, Ange suddenly reached out and took the black crystal fragment.

I saw him holding it in the palm of his hand, and the soul flame rose up in his palm, wrapping the black crystal fragments and burning them. After a while, Ange suddenly turned back, turned his whole body somersaults, and then landed smoothly.

What kind of somersault is this? Nigris and Luther were stunned and murmured: "What are you doing?"

"It can't be changed." Ange said, and then stuck the bone black crystal fragment into the gap in the palm of the world-penetrating hand.

Nigris perked up and understood what Ange was doing. He was trying to use the ultimate transformation to become the existence that Sombra belonged to, but he couldn't change.

what does that mean? Angren can transform Bones and Dragon God, but he can't transform into Black Crystal. Doesn't this mean...

"Maybe it's because you're not familiar with it. You should put it on your body and get close to it first. Once you get familiar with it, try again. You are the only one in the world who can verify whether it is a fragment of the king's body." Negris said excitedly .

Ange nodded, stretched out his hand to gather the new beans, and stuffed them into the Palace of Rest.

But as soon as the world-penetrating hand entered the Palace of Rest, some strange changes immediately occurred, leaving him stunned.

Negris noticed his abnormality and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

"It's melting, melting into the hand, and, and, and..." Ang was stuck and didn't know how to describe it.

Negris was so anxious that he simply returned to his body and flew over to see.

When he flew to the lonely hand bone, he immediately saw the black crystal fragments slowly melting into the hand bone.

Negris also noticed a little abnormality and turned to look in the direction of the Palace of Rest. He saw that another palace in the palace complex was on fire.

Well, there is no need to doubt it anymore. Even if this black crystal fragment is not a fragment of the king, it must be a product of the Undead Empire.

It resonated with the Palace of Rest and the Hand of Crossing the World. Not only did it merge into Ang's Hand of Crossing the World, it also activated the third palace, a building that looked like a crown.

The Palace of Rest has a main and four secondary buildings, among which the main hall is the Temple of the Undead God. Ang's Undead Godhead is stored on the top of the main hall.

Next is the Brass Book Tower, which seals Nagris, and then the Palace of Hard Bones Locke, where the skeleton of Hard Bones Locke was found.

Except for the Brass Book Tower and the Palace of Hard Bones, no other places can be entered, including the main hall.

Everyone knows that the Palace of Rest is incomplete now, and it needs a lot of things to repair it to restore its original appearance, such as the Dead Breath Liquid, which balances the breath of death in the Palace of Rest.

Another example is the cemetery. No one knows why it is missing, nor how to make it up. You know, there are countless undead creatures sleeping in the cemetery.

Finally, the third palace was also opened, so there are only the last sub-palace and the main hall.

To explore new places, Ange first dragged the little angel, the little zombie and Luther in, and then walked towards the crown-like palace together.

As he walked, Nagris asked, "Do you know who this crown belongs to?"

Ange shook his head.

"Of course, the ones who are qualified to build their own palaces in the Palace of Rest are extremely powerful, such as Strong Bone Locke and the God of Knowledge." When talking about himself, Naigris deliberately emphasized his tone.

Unfortunately, Ange and the other two did not react, but Luther said in a very flattering tone: "Wow, the God of Knowledge is so powerful."

Naigris continued proudly: "There are also the Lich King and the Undead Saint. This crown belongs to the Lich King Duroken."

Ange nodded.

"Lich King Duroken is also a powerful guy, but unfortunately he is not as powerful as Strong Bone, so he is not famous. Because he is not famous, I don't know him very well."

Luther pricked his ears for a long time, but when he heard such words, he couldn't help but despise: "Why don't you just say that you don't know him? You have to say that he is not famous."

Ange nodded.

In this way, the group walked into the Lich King's Palace.

Compared with the simplicity of Locke's Palace, Duroken Palace has a bit of a palace look. As soon as you enter the door, you will see the dark wind door. The door is carved with precious metals and has exquisite patterns.

The carvings are all wailing human faces and twisted souls, which are so vivid and delicate that people feel that the things on them will come alive at any time.

Entering the palace, there are reliefs, gold and silver, statues, ornaments, carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite and luxurious, but nothing can move.

Coming to the main hall, it looks like the lobby of an opera house, with a row of air ducts in front, which should be the amplifier of some musical instrument.

There is a soul piano on the left and a row of steps on the right. If there is harmony, it is probably standing on this row of steps to coordinate.

Seeing this, Negris suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I remember, Piero... Anthony seems to have told me that Duroken is a soul conductor who likes to play music the most."

"Music? Is it the kind of hymns? Or the kind that the minotaur hums usually?" Luther asked. His understanding of music is probably the hymns of the Church of Light, such as "Hallelu-Messiah-Portia".

Or the kind of humming that the minotaurs make when they dance. Compared to the things they hum, Luther prefers their dance, which seems to be called tap dance. The rhythm is brisk and the steps are clear. It is very fun and makes the onlookers want to join in.

Unfortunately, ordinary people have to wear special shoes to step out the rhythm of bull hooves.

The brass dragon spread his hands. It’s okay to ask it about common sense, but asking it about music is embarrassing.

The God of Knowledge doesn’t understand, let alone others. They don’t even know what the equipment in the hall is used for.

The only thing that can be understood is that there is a tall hat and a baton on the main table. The little zombie ran over and took them in his hands.

"This is the conductor's tall hat and baton." Negris said. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little zombie put the hat on his head.

It’s just a hat, so he put it on. Negris didn’t care. He was about to say something, but he saw Ange rushing over quickly and slashing the little zombie’s neck with a palm knife, chopping off its head.

"Ang, you are crazy..." Nagris thought Ang was crazy and was about to curse, but he saw the little zombie's head on the ground was covered with a ball of black liquid-like stuff, which was constantly squirming. Soon, all the skin and flesh on the head were eaten away, and then it turned back into a hat and was put on the bald skull.

Luther gasped, and touched his forehead and face in fear. Damn, he actually saw the hat. If the little zombie didn't get it first, he would have taken it and put it on his head. Then the hat would have bitten his head.

The little zombie with its head off stretched out its hands, staggered like a drunk, turned a few times, and bumped into the little angel.

If it were normal, the little angel would have punched it in the face, but this time he didn't hit anyone, but held its hand and screamed.

The little zombie immediately stood still.

Ange performed the pollination technique to blow the hat away, then picked up the little zombie's head, found a suitable joint to replace it, and put it back on its neck.

Then he used the face purification technique to activate its skin and flesh growth starting from the neck, and the skin and flesh on the face grew back again, but the hair would not grow back for a while.

The newly grown skin and flesh were a little tender, and Luther couldn't help but come over and poke it, saying enviously: "It's much tenderer, better than a facial mask."

Bang! The little zombie punched him in the cheek.

While others were playing around, Ange picked up the hat curiously.

As soon as the hat touched his hand bones, it immediately melted into a pool, wriggling like jelly, and crawling up along Ange's hand bones.

A soul flame rose from Ange's elbow. He originally wanted to stop the jelly from crawling up, but who knew that the jelly immediately pounced on the soul flame, and stopped crawling up, and desperately absorbed the soul flame.

"It is absorbing soul flames, it feeds on soul energy? What is this?" Negris said in surprise.

"Don't you even recognize it?" Luther was surprised: "Feeding on souls, isn't it a soul-eating monster?"

"How can a soul-eating monster look like this... No, you guessed it right. Although it is not a soul-eating monster, it is something modified based on the soul-eating monster." Negris said.

"Haha, right, I was right." Luther proudly put his hands on his waist.

Nagris murmured in confusion: "Who is so insidious that he transformed the Soul Eater into a hat and put it here?"

"Could it be the Lich King Duroken you mentioned?" Luther said.

While they were guessing, Ange had already transferred a large amount of soul energy. At first, the hat pounced on his arm and absorbed it, and later Ange poured it directly into it.

As for soul energy, Ange had a lot of it. He hadn't used the quick death aura recently, so he had accumulated a lot of it. Let's see how much it can absorb.

A large amount of soul energy poured in, and the Soul Eater, which was filled like a pool of liquid, kept shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, and quickly shrinking back to its original hat shape.

Ange still didn't stop, and soul energy continued to pour in, filling the Soul Eater with flames all over his body.

Soon, the hat made a "uh" sound, like a burp, and at the same time sent a painful message: I can't eat anymore...

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