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 Calcined Gem Gain Piercing Enchantment Are the gems on the two-handed sword precious?"
As Luther said this, he pulled out his two-handed sword and showed it off.
Nigris had black hair 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 and eternal, eternal and 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 more elf beans, 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 left over a hundred of them 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 god fragment, but he grabbed three handfuls of new beans and threw them over, but there was no black crystal fragment.
"Is there 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.
Unable to reach out, the claws retract and the crack disappears.
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 quietly. 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 we 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's the point of somersaulting after a good turn? 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 realized 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 are not familiar with it. You should put it on your body and get close to it first. Once you are 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.
Nigris noticed his abnormality and quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's melting, melting into my hand, still, still, still..." An Ge was stuck and didn't know how to describe it.
Nigris was so anxious that he simply retreated to his body and flew over to take a look.
When it flew to the lonely hand bone, it immediately saw the black crystal fragments slowly melting into the hand bones.
Negris also noticed something unusual and turned to the direction of the Palace of Rest. He saw another palace in the palace group ignited with flames.
Well, there is no need to doubt anymore, even if this black crystal fragment is not a fragment of the king, it is definitely a product of the Immortal Empire.
It resonated with both the Palace of Rest and the Hand of Transmigration. Not only was it integrated into Ange's Hand of Transmigration, it also activated the third palace, a crown-like building.
The Palace of Rest has a main building complex with four auxiliary buildings and five auxiliary buildings. The main hall is the Temple of the Immortal, and Ange's Immortal Godhead is stored at the top of the main hall.
Next came the Brass Book Tower, which sealed Negris, and then the palace of Bonelok, where the bones of Bonelok were found.
Except for the Brass Book Tower and the Palace of Bones, no other place can be entered, including the main hall.
Everyone knows that today's Palace of Rest is incomplete, and many things are needed to repair it before it can be restored to its original appearance, such as the breath of death liquid, which balances the breath of death in the Palace of Rest.
Another example is the cemetery. No one knows why it is missing or how to replace it. You know, there are countless undead creatures sleeping in the cemetery.
Finally, the third palace was opened, leaving only the last auxiliary palace and the main palace.
To explore a new place, Ange first dragged the little angel, the little zombie and Luther in, and then walked towards the crown-like palace together.
As they walked, Nigris asked: "Do you know who this crown belongs to?"
Ange shook his head.
"Of course, those who are qualified to build their own palace in the Palace of Rest are extremely powerful people, such as Rock of Bones, or the God of Knowledge." When talking about himself, Negris specially emphasized his tone.
Unfortunately, Ange and the other two didn't react at all, but Luther said with great approval: "Wow, the God of Knowledge is so powerful."
Negris continued proudly: "There are also the Lich King and the Saint of the Dead. This crown belongs to the Lich King Duroken."
Ange nodded.
"The Lich King Duroken is also a powerful guy, but unfortunately he is not as powerful as Jiangu, so he is not famous. Because he is not famous, I don't know him well."
Luther kept his ears open for a long time, but when he heard such words, he couldn't help but scorned: "It's better to just say that I don't understand, and I have to say that he is not famous."
Ange nodded.
In this way, a group of people walked into the Lich King's Palace.
Compared with the simplicity of Locke 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.
It's just that the sculptures are all wailing human faces and twisted souls, so vivid and detailed that it makes people feel as if the things above them will come alive at any time.
Entering the palace, there are reliefs, gold and silver, statues, ornaments, carved beams and paintings, all exquisite and luxurious, but nothing can move.
When we came to the main hall, it looked like the lobby of an opera house. There was a row of air ducts in the front, which should be the amplifiers of some kind of musical instrument.
There is a soul harp on the left and a row of steps on the right. If there are harmonies, they are probably standing on this row of steps to coordinate.
Seeing this, Nigris suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I remembered it, Piero...Anthony seemed to have told me that Duroken is some kind of soul conductor, and he likes to play music the most."
"Music? Is it the kind of hymns? Or the kind that the Minotaur usually hums?" Luther asked puzzledly. His understanding of music was probably those hymns from the Church of Light, what's "Harry Road-Mi" Sea-Portia' or something like that.
Or maybe the tauren hum when they dance. Compared to the things they hum, Luther prefers their dance. It seems to be called tap dance. The rhythm of the dance is bright and clear. It is very fun and makes onlookers endure it. I can't help but want to join in.
Unfortunately, ordinary people have to wear special shoes to hit the beat like a cow's hooves.
The Brass Dragon spreads its hands. If you ask it about common sense or music, wouldn't that embarrass it?
The God of Knowledge doesn’t understand, and others don’t even understand. They don’t even know what the equipment in the hall is for.
The only thing that could be understood was a high hat and a baton placed on the main stage table. The little zombie ran over and took them in his hands.
"This is the conductor's top hat and baton," Nigris said. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little zombie put the hat on his head.
It was just a hat, so he just put it on. Nigris didn't care. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ange running over quickly, slashing the little zombie's neck with a knife and cutting off its head.
"Ange, you're crazy..." Negris thought that Ange was crazy, and he opened his mouth to curse, but he saw the head of the little zombie on the ground, covered with a black liquid-like thing, and was constantly screaming. It squirmed and quickly gnawed away all the flesh on the head, then transformed back into a hat and placed it on the bare skull.
Luther gasped, fearfully touched his forehead and face, and picked up the hat. In fact, he also saw the hat. If the little zombie didn't get it first, he would take it and put it on his head. Go on, then this hat will be chewing on his head.
The little zombie who had lost his head stretched out his hands, staggered around like a drunk, turned a few times, and bumped into the little angel.
If it was normal, the little angel would have punched it in the face, but this time he didn't hit anyone, but held its hand and let out a yelp.
The little zombie immediately became obedient and stood still.
Ange used the pollination technique to blow the hat open, then picked up the little zombie's head, found a suitable replacement joint, and fastened it back on its neck.
Then I used the facial cleansing technique, starting from the neck, to activate the skin and flesh growth, and the skin and flesh on the face grew back, but the hair would not grow back for a while.
The newly grown skin was a little tender. Luther couldn't help but come over and poke it. He said with envy, "It's much tenderer. It's easier to use than a facial mask."
boom! The little zombie punched him on the cheek.
While others were joking, Ange curiously picked up the hat.
As soon as the hat touched his hand bones, it immediately melted into a puddle and squirmed like jelly, crawling up Ange's hand bones.
The soul flame rose up from Ange's elbow. He originally wanted to stop the upward movement of the jelly, but who knew that the jelly immediately threw himself on the soul flame, stopped climbing, and desperately absorbed the soul flame.
"It's absorbing the soul flame. It feeds on soul energy? What is this?" Negris said in surprise.
"Don't you even recognize me?" Luther was surprised: "If you feed on souls, aren't you just a spirit-eating monster?"
"Why does the spirit-eating monster look like this... No, you guessed it right. Although it is not a spirit-eating monster, it is a modified thing based on the spirit-eating monster." Negris said.
"Haha, right, I was right." Luther put his hands on his hips.
Negris murmured in confusion: "Who is so insidious that he transformed the ghost-eating monster into a hat and placed it here?"
"Could it be the Lich King Duroken you are talking about?" Luther asked.
While they were guessing, Ange had already transferred a large amount of soul energy. At first, the hat jumped on his arm and sucked it, and later, Ange poured it directly into it.
As for soul energy, Angor has a lot of energy. He hasn't used the quick-death halo recently. He has accumulated a lot of it to see how much it can absorb.
A large amount of soul energy poured in, filling it like a pool of liquid. It kept shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, and quickly shrank back to its original hat shape.
Ange still didn't stop, and the soul energy continued to pour in, filling the spirit-eating monster with flames.
Soon, the hat made a sound of 'uh', like a burp, and at the same time sent a painful message: I can't eat anymore...
