Chapter 692 The Sister of the Holy Monarch, the Guerrilla Warfare Duo Behind Enemy Lines [10,000 Words]
Relying on this tragedy shared by both parties and the Lord of the Forbidden Land's guarding for nine thousand years.
If the Void Turtle clan could come once every thousand years and bestow a sufficient amount of Holy Blessing Stones as before, I am afraid that the underworld would already be the world of the eternal kingdom.
The deformed souls should have been killed long ago, like the soul beasts on Douluo Continent, to the point where they need human protection.
Unfortunately.
There is no such thing as if.
This race seemed to have completely disappeared and never appeared again.
The Holy Monarch shook his head, showing an obvious tendency to refuse for the first time: "Don't mention the matter of the Forbidden Land anymore. The Lord of the Forbidden Land is not something we can control and drive. If we put our hope on her, the chances of it coming true are even Even more remote than radical plans."
Seeing that Lord Swift hesitated to speak, the Holy Lord paused and continued:
"Yu Yan, your starting point is good, I understand that. The Lord of the Forbidden Land is indeed powerful, but this is a double-edged sword that we cannot control. Once this sword is really unsheathed, will it kill the enemy or damage itself? Then it’s not up to us to have the final say.”
"If one day we are really desperate, it would not be a bad idea to take out this double-edged sword to fight for that glimmer of hope. But now, the success rate of this matter is too low. Even if we really release it, will she? He will take action and then give back."
Lord Swift let out a long sigh, stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I got into trouble, and this move is indeed not a good idea."
"Nothing, just mention it. We need more thoughts and ideas now to create more inspirations and sparks." The Holy Monarch waved his hands slightly, "So, does anyone have a solution? I know this It’s a commonplace topic, but it’s something we must rack our brains to consider.”
The Shrek-type monarch named Liehuo said: "Holy Majesty, why don't we try a compromise? Lead the team at the monarch level and try to go to the destination again. I know that this is likely to be a journey with no return, so , I am willing to serve as the captain of the death squad and open the way for everyone."
While many council members were entering the discussion, Tianhu and Lord Swift were quietly communicating with each other in private using the power of their souls.
"Have you still not let go of the hatred that existed thousands of years ago? What's more, you are still the victor in the past. In these thousands of years, you have mentioned this matter more than once. The teacher has been like this, and you still haven't Are you willing to let her go? Or do you have other selfish motives? "
"No, I have already given up. I just want to take advantage of her fighting power. No matter how you say it, she is a soul that has almost completed its transformation. She only needs the final initiation of fairy spirit energy to become a god. It has eternal existence. It would be a pity to leave it there and not use it."
"Do you believe what you say? Why are you lying to me?"
"Aren't we just ghosts now?"
"hehe."
"Okay, I admit, I did let it go a long time ago. You know this. But I do have selfish motives. This time it is true. I didn't lie to you."
"You still want to try to repay the sun and return to the Douluo Continent? Don't think about it. Even she can't open the space barrier of the Temple of the Past. You can only go out from that place, but you can't enter. If you can go in, His Majesty will have to wait for a long time. He took us back to kill him, what happened to Tang San ten thousand years ago?"
"How do you know if you haven't tried it? What if it happens?"
"Okay, even if this is the case, let me remind you that there is a place where you can go to the God Realm. The God Realm has not discovered us yet, so you can have fun. If the God Realm knows the true situation outside the Temple of the Rebirth , I don’t know what will happen. How dare you make fun of the lives of these billions of undead? I don’t believe you can do this. Ten thousand years have passed, you should let him go."
"I can't let go, and I will never let go. Because I know in my heart that it's not his fault, and I will never forget his stunned and desperate eyes. He is far better in the world of gods than I am in the underworld. It’s even more painful. I know he’s still alive, but he probably thinks I’m dead. How painful his heart must have been over the years.”
"That's almost it. I don't know if his heart has been tortured after listening to you talk about it for thousands of years. Anyway, my soul is quite tortured. It's hard for you to talk about him. Why don't we seriously think about how we can survive it? One hundred years. If the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is over, you will never see him again in this second life."
"I have thought about it, and I have already made a decision. If there is no result in this discussion, the Shrek Department will support His Holy Majesty's radical plan at the next meeting, and I will bring Fire, Storm, and Aoki into the team."
"Take away all three ultimate attributes? You have wiped out all of Shrek's capital. If the plan fails, aren't you going to leave Shrek a queen? The remaining two can wield a sledgehammer. Old Long, this is not your direct lineage, nor is it an acquaintance of our time."
"No, there is no need. Shrek has passed down the inheritance well on the Douluo Continent, and stronger geniuses will inevitably appear in the future. The holy land of soul masters that has been respected by the world for thousands of years is more stable than your position in the Spirit Hall back then. Much more. By the way, regarding the end of the inheritance of Wuhun Palace, you, the last saint, would you like to give a speech?"
"Get out of here."
While the two female monarchs were communicating in private, the congressmen who were openly discussing the matter also came to a conclusion.
"Everyone be quiet."
The holy monarch spoke in a deep voice, looking around with solemn eyes. Everywhere he passed was silent.
"I believe that everyone has made their own decisions in their minds about the issues just now, so now let's vote on the proposal just made by Liehuo. Those members who agree to take the initiative, launch another attack, and start a second plan for help, please raise your hands."
The underworld is desolate, and resources can no longer be described as scarce.
It can basically be said to be zero.
There are not even rivers or water resources here.
Whether it is the purple grass in the land of destination or the twisted ancient trees in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep and the Forest of Distortion, they all rely on the power of absorbing the breath of death to grow and survive.
This means that the undead do not need to wear clothes, let alone eat and drink.
Otherwise, what a disaster this would be?
With resources so scarce, the Holy Sovereign had long ago banned the use of flashy things.
If you have those skills, you might as well practice more.
Therefore, even the Eternal Parliament chose the most primitive and simple way to vote - a show of hands.
When the holy monarch finished speaking, everyone in the church raised their hands in agreement.
No other factions were needed, the number of yes votes was already over half.
Of course, it’s impossible to be the only one who chooses to agree.
Under the leadership of Lord Swift, everyone in the Shrek family also raised their hands.
At this point in the voting, it is no longer important whether the Noumenon Sect and the Sun and Moon Sect agree. The passing rate has reached the standard, and the proposal is passed.
With the confirmation of the final result, another extremely long period of discussion followed.
How to initiate this battle, which legion should launch the main attack, who should lead it, and which monarch should be the captain or the only participant in this rescue mission.
There are still many details to discuss.
Even if we avoid the political party wrangling like in secular countries in the face of the pressure of survival, the life and death of billions of undead people cannot be tolerated by many legislators.
All members of the parliament entered the underground facilities before the arrival of the wind of rest, and continued the unfinished discussions just now.
After everything was settled and the specific execution plan and details were finalized, it was already the sixth hour when the wind of rest began to blow.
Many members of Congress have dispersed.
Or go back to repair your armor, build your soldiers, and prepare your horses for the next battle;
Or go back and take out the stored chaos soul crystals to absorb and restore them, in order to return to the peak as soon as possible.
The Holy Monarch let out a long sigh, turned himself invisible, and turned around to enter another room.
There is nothing else here, just a pile of blank boards and numerous small wooden tombstones.
These small tombstones are like the ranking of Blue Star China, densely arranged in this underground room.
As long as they are fallen kings or monarchs, they will have a place here.
These "tablets" were all inscribed and carved by the holy monarch himself, representing their past presence on this land.
"Seven more brothers have left, but this time they are gone completely."
The Holy Monarch took off his Holy Blessing Armor, picked up seven wooden tablets and sat on the ground.
The soul power condenses into a blade and outlines traces on the blank board.
There is no need to compare the list, he remembers the name and appearance of every king-level undead, and these are deeply buried in his heart.
"When I was alive, I helped my sister manage such a large organization as the church. I fought with spirit beasts all day long, protected everyone in the world, and worked hard until I died."
"I thought I was relieved and handed over the burden, but in the end, everyone died, and it was me who did the work? And the work was much more than before. When will this kind of life end?"
The Holy Monarch murmured in a low voice, stretched out his hand to dig out an empty space on the wall, and placed the carved tablets in the order they had just dug out.
The whole room was filled with memorial tablets.
In this environment without any light, it looks extremely eerie.
"I heard from the boys and girls who were reincarnated later that the divine thoughts you left in the Angel Temple have disappeared. Sister, sister, did you really successfully escape from the divine world, or did you get away with it? Did you kill yourself?"
"I just said that you shouldn't have used your spiritual thoughts to chat with me every day. It was good, and there would be nothing to replenish it after it was used up. How did you set the standard for the succession of the gods back then, and chose such a stupid girl who was not clear-headed? As the heir?"
"Oh, if I had known that I would continue to do this kind of thing even after I died, I shouldn't have shown off in the first place, and I shouldn't have missed the family happiness of future generations. How about going to the God Realm with you to enjoy the blessings?"
"There is nothing good about living in the world for a thousand more years relying on the power of faith. I have to do hard work all day long, and the god's throne has not been cast. Why is there already a god of light in the divine world! I am so fucked up by the Titan Giant Ape Got it!"
After talking to himself to this point, the holy monarch's resentment couldn't stop coming out.
The resentment is so strong that it is almost condensed into substance, and resurrecting a hundred and eighty evil sword immortals is not a problem.
"These unscrupulous descendants are really more incompetent than the last. It doesn't matter if they established the country in advance, how can they be destroyed by others? Even the very roots of the organization that I worked so hard to build have been dug up. No. If you don't have time to cultivate your own strength, you can commit acts of stealing the country. You are really a hopeless pig! How can you hold power if you don't have strength?"
"The Lord of the Forbidden Land is also an out-and-out mentally ill waste. He took the divine title and inherited it for decades and didn't know how to complete the divine test quickly. What kind of internal struggle is there? If he had taken the divine test earlier, he would have had the chance. There are so many messy things! It’s just that the mother and daughter share the same brain and can’t tell what the priorities are.”
"Even if you established the Lao Shizi Martial Soul Empire neatly and straightened everything out, and the world became stable, you might as well start liquidating the factions! You're already dead, but you still have to come to the underworld to torment me again, damn it ! If you are capable enough to understand, what if this Nuo Da Spirit Hall is given to you to rule?"
"And there is this one named Qian Xunji. The more trash you have, the more trash you have! The more beasts you have, the more beasts you have! If I hadn't been able to enter the Temple of Rebirth, would I have been able to reincarnate you!? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! That's true! I am so angry! I am so angry! My family is so unfortunate! We are a scum!"
When he thought of this "family of three" who was not very clear-headed, the Holy Monarch became angry.
We are really not a family, we don’t enter the same family.
The church, an organization that has been established since the birth of Douluo human civilization, was completely defeated by these three people in two generations. Do you think the holy monarch can not be angry?
If there were other people here, they would definitely be shocked by his current appearance of beating his chest and cursing.
How can this be the sacred monarch who has ruled the eternal sleep country for tens of thousands of years, sheltered hundreds of millions of undead souls, and forcibly opened up a path of cultivation?
The look of such frivolous thoughts was very much like that of a deeply resentful woman.
If the outside world knew that the Holy Sovereign was already tired and wanted to quit, who knows how big of a storm it would cause.
After tens of thousands of years of non-stop work, even an iron man would be unable to bear it.
However, he could only talk and complain in private when no one was around.
He knew in his heart that he was carrying the lives of billions of undead souls and the burden of the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom.
He can't be a little bit slack, can't be a little weak.
The huge responsibility lies in his heart, so he must always show the image of an ancient and wise iron-fisted king.
If he really gave up his job, I'm afraid there would be a violent turmoil in the entire Eternal Sleep Kingdom.
Besides him, who else has such great ability and prestige to suppress all the undead monarchs and kings in the entire Kingdom of Eternal Sleep?
Neither can the Lord of Radiance, who is second only to him.
The holy monarch does not want the country that he has worked so hard to unite everyone to build collapse overnight.
How many undead souls should be allowed to lose this hard-won second life?
After a living person dies, the soul goes to the Temple of Life and still has the opportunity to be reincarnated.
But once the undead dies, nothing will be left.
After scolding him fiercely, the Holy Monarch became quiet again, like a deflated ball.
He sat paralyzed in the basement, staring into the void, lost in thought.
After a while, he murmured in a low voice: "It would be great if we could perfect the construction method of the soul heart. All that's left is the last shiver. I also have a pig brain, why can't I figure it out?"
"If I can gather a complete soul heart, my normal combat power can be maintained at the peak of Ultimate Douluo. If combined with the crystallization of the power of faith that I have accumulated for thousands of years during my lifetime, I should be able to explode with power that is no less than the Lord of the Forbidden Land. This thing is more or less a demigod, right? Although it didn’t succeed in the end.”
"Even if it's not a real soul, it's okay if its power level is comparable to that. It's definitely enough to fight those brainless ones. If you have such power, wouldn't it be easy to defeat the distorted soul body? At that time, I can really rest Just a moment”
"Hey, when she can wake up for a moment, just let me study and refer to the composition of the soul. It's really a headache. It would be great if I were still here. If the sky falls, she will hold it up, and I will take care of the rear area. Ask me to fight, I'm really not good at this kind of thing."
For a long time, the holy monarch vented his resentment alone in the tablet display room.
After the wind of rest subsided, the holy monarch put on his armor and went out.
With a resolute face and a serious expression, he is still the supreme leader of the country who controls countless undead souls.
He is still the holy emperor who suppressed the underworld for tens of thousands of years.
The aberrant soul body was very proud this time, and it had not attacked the city for more than twenty days, which gave the entire Kingdom of Eternal Sleep a chance to breathe.
But if they don't come, the undead will go there themselves.
A war between two races is about to begin.
Outside the Eternal Parliament, twenty-six monarchs and all kings were already waiting here.
They were all wearing black Shengbless armor, carrying awe-inspiring fighting spirit.
Legions composed of countless mid-level undead are arranged here, with perseverance and high spirits written all over their faces.
The Kingdom of Eternal Sleep can no longer squeeze out more Holy Blessing Stones to build armor for their entire army.
But the belief in victory has never wavered for a moment.
It was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future.
Fluctuations of soul power rippled through the bodies of each undead. The fighting spirit above the large phalanx was so high that even the power of death breath was dispersed.
No matter which faction they are members of, they are all comrades-in-arms, lords, and absolutely trustworthy companions in the face of a war with aberrant souls.
In addition to the scouts from the intelligence department who patrol the High Wall of Sighs for reconnaissance, as well as the undead soldiers and craftsmen who guard in fixed shifts, all the combative forces in the entire Eternal Sleep Kingdom are gathered here.
Compared to the petty fighting with a million people at most on the Douluo Continent, this is a true all-out war, and it is also a true all-in-one war.
Wuyangyang's mid-level undead phalanx of all levels lined up in a long line, stretching behind the Sighing Wall.
From left to right, you can't even see the end at a glance.
There was no grand marching ceremony, no inspiring pre-war slogans.
All the undead standing here have already engraved the battle with the distorted souls into their bones.
No encouragement is needed, this is the life they know best.
Practice and fight.
Every now and then, we are greeted by the siege of distorted souls.
Either make a breakthrough in cultivation during the war, or fall and die during the war.
This is almost their entire life in the underworld.
The Holy Lord floats up, standing on a tower of hope that powers the Wall of Sighs.
The steady voice, wrapped in soul power, conveyed to the entire army: "All troops, attack."
The twenty-six undead monarchs had solemn faces and led a large number of king-level undead to disappear instantly and rush to their respective teams.
Countless military formations, led by the kings, marched towards the outside of the High Wall of Sigh, like a moving steel forest.
On the surface of the Tower of Hope, pure white soul power filled it, lighting up mysterious lines one after another.
The entire tower lit up completely and hummed slightly.
At this moment, the entire wall of Sigh Gao Wall changed and started to tremble like water waves.
One after another, the undead walked straight into it, passed through this miraculous creation left by the Ethereal Turtle clan, and arrived outside the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep.
Team after team crossed the High Wall of Sighs and silently stepped onto this battlefield that had been fought for tens of thousands of years.
This is the desolate plain on the border with the Forest of Distortion, and it is also the plain where the power of death breath is strongest.
Years of fighting have left this place barren of grass and there are no significant landmarks, only pits and pits of battle marks everywhere.
The silent army advanced, moving very fast under the leadership of the monarchs.
They once broke through the Wall of Sighs 8,900 years ago, expanding the borders of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, in an attempt to completely destroy the front established by the deformed soul lords.
At the beginning of the war, with the help of a large number of Holy Blessing Stones and the deterrent power left by the Lord of the Forbidden Land, although the advancement of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep was difficult, it still drove nails into the interior of the Forest of Distortion step by step.
They even built a large number of forward fortresses and outposts made of Holy Blessing Stones inside the Forest of Distortion to resist the attacks of the deformed souls.
But soon, with the massive consumption of the Holy Blessing Stone and the inability to replenish it, the entire Kingdom of Eternal Sleep fell into a resource crisis.
This forced them to abandon the front they had been advancing on with great difficulty, dismantling a large number of Stone Blessing creations and shrinking them step by step, leaving only a few secret safe houses.
In the end, the undead had to retreat into the High Wall of Sigh and passively defended it for thousands of years.
Now, they once again walked out of the wall, approaching the border of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep in its most glorious period.
Just when the Eternal Sleep Country was fighting its last battle, almost sending out all the country's effective forces in order to win a glimmer of hope.
Hundreds of distorted soul lords also gathered together, noisily discussing something.
A lord who looked like a giant octopus but had four dragon claws said:
"Dragon King, your plan has completely failed. Not only did the crippled dragon under your command die, but we also lost nine quasi-lord-level men one after another, including a lot of ordinary ninth-level and eighth-level men. Tell me, what should we do about this situation now? You must give everyone an explanation."
As soon as this statement came out, several top lords responded one after another.
Judging from the unkind expressions on their faces, these were all lost men.
The quasi-lord level is not a big deal. If one dies, it will take thousands of years to make up for it.
Even if there are usually so many seventh- and eighth-level people, this series of losses is not a big deal!
The lord who was called the Dragon King looked like a complete giant dragon, and his specific race could not be seen.
But at this time, its face was as gloomy as water, which was extremely unsightly.
The fusion dragon killed by Huo Yutong was its most capable subordinate, and it was still feeling distressed!
"Explain? What should I explain? Why didn't you have any objections when you were all scrambling to get the souls? Now that something happened, all the blame falls on me? Go away, you damn octopus, don't pretend like me Dude, if you don’t accept it, then do it.”
The dragon-clawed octopus suddenly stopped talking.
When it comes to fighting, it really can't defeat this giant dragon that calls itself the Dragon King.
This person is recognized as the strongest among all the lords.
Nine thousand years ago, he even took one attack from the Lord of the Forbidden Land without dying. One can imagine his tyrannical fighting power.
The faces of the other lords who lost their men were not very good either.
The subordinates of the eighth and seventh levels will die if they die. For the deformed souls whose population exceeds tens of billions, there are as many such subordinates as there are.
But the existence of the ninth level is not so easy to cultivate.
Although it seems quite large in the entire group, there are thousands of them, more than ten times the number of kings in the Eternal Sleep Kingdom.
But if it is divided into the hands of hundreds of lords, there will not be much left.
It hurts even if one of you dies!
The team of king-level undead that originally went to hunt down the desperate team had no room for small lords like them to get involved, let alone lose anything.
But who knows, the quasi-lord-level subordinates sent out by the big lord not only failed to kill all these undead, but were killed one after another while chasing the last king-level undead.
A total of ten quasi-lords died. How terrifying is this?
Not only that, after killing the ten lords who were chasing him, the remaining undead seemed to have changed his temper.
He no longer tried to head towards his destination, but began to charge back in the opposite direction, waiting for an opportunity to massacre the intermediate-level distorted souls.
By doing this, not only the middle-level power ecological zone of the distorted soul body was severely destroyed.
Those small lords whose territories were located in the rear and were close to the "Novice Village" were directly in bad luck. News came one after another that their subordinates were killed.
As a result, they now don't dare to spread out to absorb the soul fragments. When they attack the city, they bring the whole family with them and hug each other as much as possible.
In exactly half a year, more than 40 ninth-level distorted soul bodies have been brutally murdered.
Now many lords are wondering, did this guy break through to the monarch level before the battle?
Can the peak king level be so strong?
Of course, the peak king level cannot be that strong.
With Chen Xin's combat prowess, he could single-handedly defeat any quasi-lord who was chasing after him.
But if the other party has accomplices or helpers, then he must turn around and run away.
Can.
That was once upon a time.
It is true that Chen Xin is only at the peak of the king level.
But according to the comparison of combat power in the underworld, Huo Yutong, who can show extreme Douluo combat power for a long time, undoubtedly has monarch-level strength!
If all her cards are revealed, even among the twenty-seven monarchs in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, she will be strong enough to be among the best.
Even the weakest quasi-demigod limit, the gap in combat power between the peak level ninety-eight is huge.
Even being at the peak of level ninety-eight and wearing a top-notch three-word battle armor could not close this gap.
This is clearly stated in the original work. The ninety-eighth peak person wearing the three-word battle armor will definitely be suppressed by the quasi-demigod limit douluo.
On the twisted ancient tree, a huge weird bird lord made a sharp voice: "I sent some fast men to investigate before, and found some clues. This matter cannot be entirely blamed on the Dragon King, it is ours." The initial intelligence was wrong."
"The information is wrong?"
The Dragon King's scarlet dragon eyes glared, and his whole body was full of momentum.
"Old bird, what did you find? What exactly is going on? How can a mere king-level peak counterattack and kill ten of our quasi-lord-level subordinates?"
Dragon Claw Octopus also echoed: "Yes, not only did he kill so many of our quasi-lords, but also many other clansmen were brutally murdered. Could it be that the one called Seven Kills really broke through to the monarch on the battlefield? Level?"
The giant strange bird quacked twice, and its sinister eyes glanced back and forth at the lords:
"Of course not. The undead are not soul masters. Their cultivation breakthroughs need to be accumulated slowly and their combat power is enhanced bit by bit. How can there be any such thing as being prepared for battle?"
"To tell you the truth, it's not that the Seven Killers broke through on the battlefield, but a monarch-level breakthrough that we have never seen before came in! You idiots! Stupid pigs! You idiots with lost souls!"
"What!? A monarch level that I have never seen before?"
"You fart! There must be a limit to joking!"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"There's no way we won't notice the Sovereign class coming in! You're questioning our strength!"
"Yeah, weird bird, don't be ridiculous. This joke is not funny."
Many lords were shocked and felt their scalps numb while denying it one after another.
Even though they have long since lost their scalps, the trembling feedback of fear is still faithfully performing their duties.
Now, no one could refute even the strange bird calling them trash cans and stupid pigs.
Many small lords at the back of the territory are in danger.
If it were just the peak of the king level, many lords would not pay attention to it at all.
Just send the most rubbish lord and you can kill him.
However, monarch-level existences cannot be dealt with by them alone.
Of the twenty-seven known monarchs in the Eternal Sleep Kingdom, any one of them could defeat at least three or five of them, and he would still have the upper hand.
If it weren't for the outrageous number of distorted souls of other levels, the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep would actually have some advantages compared to the high-end combat power alone.
Even if the strongest Dragon King faced off against the weakest Swift Monarch, he would be toyed with by the opponent and be beaten to the point of running away with his head in his arms.
Not to mention other lord levels.
Therefore, after hearing that a monarch-level man ran in, the little lords could no longer calm down.
There are even close friends who are huddled together in twos and threes to discuss in low voices whether they should stop attacking the city altogether and just let it go.
If this war that has lasted for a year and a half continues like this, if the domestic threats are not resolved first, I am afraid that even my hometown will have to be exposed when I return!
"Old bird, don't tease us. How can we not sense such a monarch-level existence? And he is also a previously unknown monarch?" Lord Dragon King asked in disbelief.
The giant strange bird twisted its neck: "Believe it or not, and I can tell you with certainty that this new monarch has never appeared before. I have no impression of her. It is very likely that she is the trump card of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep."
"The Holy Blessing Armor she is wearing feels like it's alive to me. It's even stronger than the one worn by the Holy Emperor. It's a bit like something called the Soul Guidance Armor in the underworld."
The other giant ape-like lord wondered: "When did the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep hide such a female undead who has never even been on the battlefield? Could it be that she is the heir secretly cultivated by the Holy Emperor?"
"The one in the forbidden area woke up briefly again, and then she fixed something and came out? She gave us a lot of trouble in the past few times. Weird Bird, do you have any more detailed information?"
The giant strange bird immediately shook its head: "No! No! She must have been a spiritual soul master when she was alive. Her soul power is terrifyingly strong, and her range of perception is even more astonishing. She even gave me a sense of fear as the Lord of the Forbidden Land!"
"With such a being whose abilities are unknown, and a Seven Killer King, how can I dare to come forward to investigate alone? I finally have a second life, but I haven't lived enough yet! Do you want to know what you are doing? Just go by yourself!”
Spiritual soul master! ?
As soon as the strange bird lord said this, many lords looked extremely ugly.
A spiritual soul master is too powerful after being reincarnated as an undead.
Lord Tianhu in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep was a spiritual soul master during his lifetime, and his combat prowess was obvious to all the lords.
Even though he was forcibly promoted to the monarch level overnight by the Lord of the Forbidden Land, his tyrannical combat power was among the best among many monarchs.
Especially since all the soul skills in his lifetime can be seamlessly connected and directly transformed into soul skills, the combat power should not be formed too quickly.
If it were true that an Ultimate Douluo who specialized in spiritual power had died, then everything would be reasonable if he advanced to the monarch level in a very short period of time.
The strange bird lord screamed: "We must unite quickly and kill her personally! The men sent alone are just delivering food to her! Give her more food! Don't worry about the impact on the high wall, tens of thousands We've been fighting all year, and it won't be too late! Before she has time to move, now, immediately, immediately, we have to attack quickly! Attack!"
Attack quickly?
Banana, you idiot, your mouth opens and closes very easily.
Why the hell are you attacking now?
Even Lord Dragon King could not help but feel pain in his heart.
If you want to wipe out the existence of this level, you must be prepared for heavy bleeding.
If many lords join forces, they can definitely kill if they can.
But how to kill is a big problem.
It makes no sense to drive cannon fodder below level seven.
They will be afraid to drive the tribesmen who already have wisdom, and it is still unknown how much strength they can exert.
The second life is very rare, and only one lucky person out of a million can reach this stage.
No lord is willing to sacrifice his life for other aberrant souls.
This is also why when attacking the high wall of Sigh, most of the people who can reach the wall are those below level six.
The principle of protecting one's health wisely and taking advantage of chaos to make a fortune is not something that only humans understand.
The plans of the high-level distorted souls are very clear.
In this long-lasting war, it is enough to hold back the high-end combat power of the Eternal Sleeping Kingdom, and then let those mindless cannon fodder consume the other side's resources.
Once the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is consumed to a certain extent, there will be a wonderful opportunity for harvest.
Only when there is a good opportunity, they will rise up and try to kill the king-level and monarch-level beings.
But this kind of siege and killing targeting one or two people
Who takes the first shot and becomes the target?
How to divide the soul after killing someone?
These are issues that require long-term debate.
Unlike the efficiency and unity in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, no one among the distorted souls can single-handedly convince the other lords.
In this case, let alone fair distribution and unified allocation of resources.
Just when the atmosphere of the lords meeting reached a stalemate, all the lords were unwilling to be the one who stood out and got beaten, and only wanted to gain benefits.
Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the sky.
A ninth-level deformed soul body that looked like an emerald demon bird came out of the air and appeared in front of many lords.
"My lords, the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is out in full force. Twenty-seven undead monarchs have joined forces and are attacking from the north! They are now heading straight towards us."
"What!?"
"Did I hear you correctly? How dare they come out of the Wall of Sighs on such a large scale?"
"Isn't it to rescue the new monarch in our hinterland?"
"Not impossible."
Many lords couldn't believe their ears.
For a moment, there was chaos in the field.
They couldn't believe that the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep actually dared to attack them again after shrinking for so long.
You know, last time in order to send Chen Xin's rescue team into the depths of the Forest of Abnormality, the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep lost dozens of king-level people, and even the monarch-level existence was compromised.
The one who was most seriously injured did not even appear on the battlefield again for a whole year.
Coming once is not enough, why not come again this time?
It’s so desperate!
Dealing with a single monarch requires wrangling, and there is no need to discuss such an all-round war.
The people in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep are used to it, and the distorted souls are also used to it.
Let's all get up together.
Whether you kill the opponent or are unfortunately killed by the opponent, it all depends on your ability, and the real results will be revealed!
The all-out attack from the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep came at the perfect time.
The lords who were still struggling at first united with the same hatred and called out to their subordinates one after another.
Brave and high-spirited, driving a large number of middle and low-level cannon fodder towards the front line.
The desolate plain is vast and desolate, with only the Death Breath soil that has been bombarded by various attacks.
The uneven battlefield is filled with traces of a large amount of energy from various systems, which was then combined with a large amount of soul power.
After tens of thousands of years of tug-of-war, this long-standing war has already destroyed the landscape of this land to a state of disarray, which is completely different from the original time.