Chapter 642 Seeking the Immortal Lord!

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"Are you crazy? Let go! Let me go! Don't even run! Stop!" A big-eyed 'Nightmare' Saya was surrounded by a group of Saya, struggled, and got out of the gap. It roared angrily. .

"No... the Immortal Lord, the Immortal Lord, run quickly." The rest of Saya were terrified and panicked, screaming and flying into the void.

"So what if the immortal lord!? I can still stare at you and die? Let me go. I'm going to fight him. Let me go." Nightmare Saya struggled hard, but she couldn't get entangled with other 'hairs' It's too tight. In this panic, the more you struggle, the tighter you get.

"You're really going to die. Have you forgotten Da Mengmeng?! Run quickly, the undead lord is coming." The Sayers screamed, trying desperately to escape from those moving bones, not even wanting to live in a plane.

A large clump of hair was tangled up in a ball, twisting, and escaping from the plane like a sea urchin. No matter how hard the nightmare Saya struggled, it was useless and was directly carried away.

Ange and the dumbfounded Negris and Anthony who were reflected on him were left behind: "This... this... what on earth did your majesty do to them? Are you so scared?"

Ange's original plan was to use the bones and death aura on the ground to summon a large number of undead creatures, tire these Saya to death, and then let the Titans and Heavenly Fortress come closer to attack each other from both inside and outside.

He planned to summon the mourners and gods under his command to the Palace of Rest, and wait until the Sayas were half dead from exhaustion to dig out. Unexpectedly, all the plans failed to keep up with the change, and the Sayas actually threw away their bodies and ran away?

Even Nightmare Saya was taken away by her subordinates without even a chance to take action. It was really funny.

The skeletons summoned by the arrival of the king lost their target and stood there dumbly.

Unexpectedly, Ange had no choice but to push these skeletons aside and uncover the bones on the ground layer by layer.

The bones on the ground are thousands of meters thick, and the ones at the bottom have long been crushed to pieces, but most of the bones in the tens of meters above are still intact.

Ange summoned a group, rushed to one side, exposed the skeletons underneath, summoned them again, and rushed to the side again, summoning layer by layer, turning these bones into skeletons.

Anthony had already asked Ange to take him out. At this moment, he not only armored himself, but also summoned the dark horse.

Seeing countless skeletons covering the entire plane, Dark Horse was so frightened that he became a little overwhelmed. He stayed there and looked around. He had never seen such a scene after being dead for so long. Even the Undead Empire was not like this. Many bones were piled together.

Anthony quietly touched his side and rode up quietly.

"Huh? Gray-bone skeleton? The proportion of gray-bones on this level is so high? Does it mean that the higher the level of bones, the higher the level of bones?" Negris shouted in surprise.

"It's possible that these Sayas were thrown around after eating. The bones were stacked layer by layer. The ones below must have been older than the ones above. Plus, with the breath of death infiltrating them, they hardened over time." Anthony responded.

It's true. The lower you go, the higher the grade of the bones. Even if they are the same gray bones, the hardness is different. The lower ones are harder. There are even some silver-gray skeletons in the last few layers. When the bones are knocked up, they make a metallic sound. .

"Silver skeleton, my God, if the bones below are not broken, wouldn't it mean that the golden skeleton has been leached out?" Nigris said in shock.

The huge number of skeletons was a great gift, but when he thought about the way they were formed, Anthony couldn't be happy. It was too cruel, too tragic, too brutal, and too bloody.

The treatment of intelligent creatures here is even more miserable than that of poultry and livestock. They are happy in the illusion for a while, and then frightened to death. Their fear is absorbed, their flesh and blood are chewed, their bones are thrown to the ground, and their souls dissipate and turn into a strong breath of death.

"Have you noticed that although the aura of death is strong here, no undead creature has been born? I thought it was because these Saya were cleaned regularly, but judging from their fear of undead creatures, it is almost to the point of traumatic stress, 豼Do you think they will clean up so diligently?" Negris asked.

Anthony nodded. It was probably due to other factors that prevented the birth of undead creatures here: "Could it be that he was too frightened before his death, so he suffered a nervous breakdown, and was sucked into fear, so he could not give birth to undead creatures?"

"It is possible that the stronger the spiritual will of a person, the easier it is to reincarnate into an undead creature." Nigris also nodded in agreement.

While they were chatting and analyzing, Ange had cleaned up all the bones in a large area of ​​the ground, revealing the gray ground underneath, and then he lifted Duroken out.

"Wow~" Du Luoken exclaimed. He already roughly knew what was happening outside in the Palace of Rest, but he was still shocked when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

"My lord, how many skeletons are there?" Duroken asked.

The ring of scales on Ange's back flashed, and then he said: "One hundred and six thousand."

This number does not refer to the number of skeletons in the entire plane, but to the small piece of ground that Ange has now cleared. The area of ​​this small piece may be less than one thousandth of the surface area of ​​the entire plane.

If so many skeletons can be cleared elsewhere, it means that Ange is likely to harvest more than 100 million skeletons.

And this is only the thickness of the top few dozen meters of the bone layer on the ground. The bone layer may be thousands of meters thick, and it has been compacted. It is not clear how many skeletons have been filled in here.

"What a pity. The bones below are all broken. None of them are good. They can't be put back together. They can only be used as bone powder." Duroken studied the bone layer on the ground and said regretfully.

Ange nodded, reached out and took out the little angel zombie: "Ouch!"

"Ouch!" The little angel took out the Sacred Earth Hammer, responded loudly, and then ran away.

The little zombie quickly followed.

Duroken pointed in the direction of the gap and said: "Sir, I want to go to that location and take a look. I also need the specific size and structural data of the entire plane so that I can design a movable plane."

"With so much bone meal, we have laid a solid foundation. Bone meal is the basis of all self-repairing buildings, but we may also need a water source, otherwise it will be difficult for ordinary people to live here. If there is a snail shell cavity underneath the gap, Just fill it all with water," Duroken suggested.

Ange nodded: "You design."

Du Luoken perked up. What did he mean by these words, did he want to let go and let himself mess around? That would be great. As a king of alchemy, who wouldn't want to be able to play freely on a blank plane?

Thinking of this, Du Luoken patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of it."

Seeing his overly excited look, Anthony leaned over and whispered: "Grow vegetables."

Du Luoken's soul tightened, and after reacting, he glanced at Anthony gratefully, almost getting too excited and forgetting the important point.

When alchemists design things, it is indeed easy to forget the needs of the users. After the things are made, they will be chopped down by others. They are obviously farming, so they have to design a cane or a top hat. Anger can't beat him to death. Strange.

It's okay to mess around, but you can't go off topic. Durokan kept this point in mind and flew away.

Just when Ange was about to follow, several figures flew over from the Snake of Doom, and a respectful voice came over: "Dragon Messenger, Mage of Truth, Senat, please see the Lord of Immortality!"

PS: It’s not that there are no comments, it’s that the comments are not displayed, but I can see everyone’s comments in the background.

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