Chapter 640 Death Stick Hurry up and Help

Negris finally understood that Ange sealed most of his power in order to hide it from someone: "It seems that Marcol's god is not a serious thing. His journey to the kingdom of God is not a journey of happiness, but a journey of hell. Travel."

The two protruding eyes looked in this direction for a while, but found nothing, and finally shrank back in doubt.

Obviously it might have sensed something, but Ange's reaction was too fast, and he also possessed an artifact that could seal power, so he quickly sealed his power and disguised himself as an ordinary creature.

For these powerful creatures, without a powerful energy response, it will not notice you at all, just like a dragon will not pay attention to the dragon lice on its body.

The Markors failed to see through this falsehood, and were still immersed in the joy of the holiday. Under their control, the airship slowly landed on the ground.

Negris switched to his own line of sight, and what he saw was a flat and spacious square, with many airships parked sporadically around, and no one could be seen around.

Looking in the direction of the 'hair', I saw a huge city looming in the light, countless beams of light were changing, some were swinging, and some were piercing into the sky.

Then switch to Ange's line of sight, and found that those beams of light are hair strands, and each beam of light is a strand of hair, and those hair strands piercing the sky are attacking the body of the snake of doom.

Negris couldn't help muttering: "It's amazing, is this an illusion? Compared with Wuga's real illusion, which one is more powerful? You can see through its illusion, so can it see through your scarecrow hat?"

Anger replied: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows

"Wooga is stronger? Isn't it very powerful? Is it because the range is too large, so it is easy to see through? The scarecrow hat has a small range, so it can't see through it?" Negris asked.

Angus nodded.

"Then I'm relieved." Negris breathed a sigh of relief. Although the scarecrow hat is low-level, it is equivalent to an artifact on Ange's body. Even those with weaker mental strength than him can't see through this disguise.

After finally meeting a red creature, but because of the scattered power, he still couldn't see through it, so Ange could rest assured to go on the wave.

The Markors couldn't wait to leave the airship and walked out of the square, feeling a little excited.

Negris said suspiciously: "There is something wrong with them, are they overly excited? What's so interesting here? When they said they surrendered just now, they were not so excited. They were all complaining about the Kingdom of God. If it is an illusion, So why not create better food and creature comforts so they don't rebel after eating a beet, because the taste can't be virtualized?"

Wuga's real illusion can make people feel like they are in the real world, and even taste, smell, pleasure, etc. can be virtualized. This creature's illusion is worse than Wuga's, and it is likely that it cannot simulate the taste.

Ange followed behind and also set foot on the square. His feet touched the bones on the ground, and he immediately tilted his head.

"What's the matter?" Negris switched to Ange's line of sight and looked down at his feet, only to see a strong breath of death pouring into the bones along Ange's feet.

Looking at the dark and strong breath of death, Negris was shocked: "It's such a strong breath of death, how many people have to die to produce such a breath of death? In other words, these bones are all alive?"

As long as a living thing has a soul, it will produce a breath of death if it dies here. If it was just a bone thrown here, a dead thing will not produce a breath of death.

There are too many bones, and Negris can't imagine what kind of disaster will produce so many bones, so he has assumed that the bones will be transferred from other places, but these dead breaths prove that his assumption is not true .

"It's so cruel, why kill so many people? Looking at the shape of the bones, there are humans, goblins, and dwarves. What is this, a horse?" Naig carefully identified.

This place is simply a place of dead breath. Between the thick bones on the ground, there is a large amount of death breath that is so thick that it is about to condense. Every step can bring a lot of death breath.

Anger directly transferred them to the Palace of Rest, and poured them into the vat containing the liquid of death's breath.

"There are too many breaths of death. Collect them all, so you can't fill the Palace of Rest?" Negris said enviously.

With so many breaths of death alone, this infiltration is worthwhile. The foundation of undead creatures is the breath of death, which is the foundation of the soul. Without the breath of death, undead creatures cannot be born at all.

If the breath of death in other places is as strong as the one under the feet, it is equivalent to the accumulation of a plane, and it is enough to build another undead empire.

Ange quietly sucked out the breath of death in the ground with his feet, and walked forward with Markol and the others. After walking for a while, Negris finally determined that something was wrong with them.

"They seem to be charmed," Negris said.

Being charmed quietly, thinking about it carefully, it should have started the moment he saw the plane, the charm had already begun.

This is not surprising, when a species has been living with super life forms for a long time, all means can double the effect, such as the god of life, any punishment means are particularly effective against elves, but not so obvious against humans or other creatures .

"Adding charm and illusion, the effect is doubled. No wonder these people are so excited when they mention the Kingdom of God." Negris said in a low voice.

Everything here is weird, and countless questions appear in Negris' heart, such as why does this 'hair' do this? Why are there so many goblin humans? All kinds of questions made him want to grab Anthony and the silver coin and let them analyze it.

"Can you find a way to catch Anthony and the others? Uh, what are you doing?" Recovering his senses, Negris found that Ange was messing up again. Throw it into the void of the bone.

"Kind." Ange said.

"..." Negris was speechless. This place is dead and desolate, full of dead breath, not suitable for plant growth, but Ange has all kinds of crops, and there is always an environment suitable for this place, such as cemetery moss, which is grave grass.

This is one of the few plants that can grow in an environment rich in death breath. It does not need water or soil, as long as there is death breath, it can grow.

"You will die if you don't grow things? Are you afraid that these 'hair strands' will find out and turn us out? Then you should just plant a world tree." Negris said angrily.

Angus nodded.

"Uh, what do you mean? You've already planted it?" Negris suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, turned his head and looked back, but didn't see any world saplings.

After thinking for a while, it returned the Brass Book and flew to the farm. Sure enough, it saw a lonely seedling of the world tree planted in the center of the No. 2 farm.

"Chambada, you really planted it. Fortunately, you didn't mess around, and you know how to plant the world tree at home." Negris was relieved, and planted it in the Palace of Rest, at least it will not attract the attention of those who found it.

Seeing the book of brass flying over, the seedling actually moved, waved its opposite leaves, and sent some enthusiastic messages.

Negris's heart moved, and he flew over quickly, and he really felt those enthusiastic messages: use force - grow - force - grow - not grow...?

"It really is you, idiot little tree." Negris scolded angrily.

The seedling was crooked, sending out some doubtful messages, as if asking: Who are you——

Negris turned the pages of the book and slammed it in front of the young sapling. Negris' dragon form appeared on the page, and he roared, "It's me, you stupid little tree."

The young sapling sent a panicked message: fear — fear —

Then it grew wildly, from a small sapling, a waist-thick vine grew in an instant, twisted into a fist, punched the dragon shadow on the page of the book, and knocked the brass book away.

"Changbada, how did you learn to beat people?! Damn it, you were spoiled by those two dead children, you can't do this, it's wrong to beat people, ouch, you stupid little tree, why are your fists so heavy Huh? It hurts to death.” Negris quickly retracted the brass book and checked to make sure it wasn’t damaged.

However, the strength of Xiaoshu's attack also made Negris secretly startled. Xiaoshu obviously made a hasty attack subconsciously, but he was able to knock the Brass Book into the air? This is not the body of the young dragon it projected, but an artifact that can seal gods.

"Why is it here? When did you stuff it in?" Negris turned to Ange and asked.

Anger replied: "Unplugged, branched, just planted."

"Hiss—isn't this a little tree? Is it the clone of the little tree? You just planted it? The little tree has seeds?" Negris said in shock.

Ange said puzzledly, "Yes, Iron Sand City."

The little tree has long had seeds, and the one in Iron Sand City was planted from the seeds borne by the little sapling, and the old tree also said that the little sapling is already stronger than it, but these familiar people are always used to treat the little sapling as a As a seedling.

"Uh, so you used the seeds of the small tree to create a new world tree, so the young sapling can be transferred from the world tree with the same root system? Transfer like the old tree?" Negris asked.

Ange nodded, and added: "Little tree, stronger."

After finishing speaking, the mind sent a message to Xiaoshu.

Oh——After the little sapling sent out a message, it immediately plunged its roots into the soil, waving its opposite leaves: use force—grow—force—grow——

The small sapling grew wildly, and soon grew into a big tree, with a huge tree hole twisted between the trunk and the roots.

Negris was looking suspiciously into the dark tree hole, when suddenly, two beams of white light shot out from inside, swaying like searchlights.

Not long after, the little angel's eyes glowed, and with a beam of light like a magic searchlight, he ran out from inside, followed by the little zombie.

"Sure enough, it's you two dead children. My God, isn't this the space tree hole that the old tree took us to when we went to the elf forest? The space tree hole of the young sapling can actually connect the starburst plane and Resting Palace?" Negris was stunned.

The space tree hole of the old tree directly transferred them from the edge of the elf forest to itself, but the distance was only one or two thousand kilometers, but the young sapling was connected from the starburst plane to the Palace of Rest. This distance is too much right? Is the little sapling so strong?

Not long after the little angel and the little zombie ran out, Fei Ti poked his head out of the tree hole. After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, he shouted in shock:

"Isn't this...isn't this the Palace of Rest? Huh, Lord Naig? Is it really the Palace of Rest? These two dead children muttered to the little sapling for a long time, and then they dragged us to Iron Sand City, where they wanted to go How could you come to the Palace of Rest?"

Soon, Duroken also got out: "This...isn't this the Palace of Rest? Huh, Lord Naig?"

Not long after, Anthony also got out: "This...isn't this the Palace of Rest? Huh, Lord Naig?"

Negris said angrily: "Have you practiced it before? It's always the same sentence. It's just the right time. Death Stick come to help."

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