Chapter 694 Let's Start Searching!

"Everything I got depends on my own abilities, not the hellish fate." Barbossa thought angrily. He remembered that when he first became a lich, he often encountered a group of special people who called themselves plane merchants. The group, the group of guys who used to call him the one who favored fate, but after claiming that he met the golden dragon, he never saw the plane merchant again, and he didn't know the reason.

"I don't believe in destiny." Barbossa shook his bone palm, feeling the power surging in his body like an ocean, strengthening his belief.

He is now nominated as the next president of parliament because his strength and heritage have reached the apex of the world. In the main world, he is invincible without the epic. No one can defeat him with the invincible steel ghost fleet. , no one can.

"Those two goddamn golden dragons." Thinking that after he became a lich, the only two big losses he had suffered were actually caused by golden dragons, and they were still father and daughter, which made Barbossa feel annoyed.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke them both times. Is it okay, until now he hasn't figured out what the old golden dragon was fighting to rob him, just because he was rich at the time? Why? Is it wrong to be rich?

After such a long time, Barbossa also investigated the origins of the golden dragon father and daughter, which made him even more depressed. One of them actually became the dragon king eight hundred years ago. That was the realm he dreamed of. A state where you can rub yourself against the ground with one paw.

Since the father among them has become the Dragon King, his daughter will naturally not dare to move. He still knows the habits of the golden dragon. If the golden dragon named Timothy learns that he has moved his daughter, he will definitely If you take action against yourself, you will not take into account the Necronomicon Council behind you at all.

Thinking of this, a momentum emerged in Barbossa's heart. Unlike other lich's, Barbossa has been brooding since he was robbed by the Golden Dragon Timothy, trying every day to improve his fighting ability. Force, want revenge.

Of course, Barbossa would never admit that his current achievements were brought about by these two golden dragons. That was his enemy in this life, and it would take revenge sooner or later. As a lich, he had enough patience.

"Wait, when I become an epic, I want you two to look good." Barbossa watched as he built it, parked on the surrounding seabed, and the endless ghost fleet filled with a sense of satisfaction, as if Just like the peasant who saw the harvest, this is the foundation of his future vertical and horizontal void.

"Huh?" Barbossa, who was reminiscing about the past, took out a phalanx. This piece of bone that was picked up on the ground is now cracking, and there is a strong mental fluctuation.

"Lord Barbossa, save me!" A terrified begging voice entered his ears.

"Hold on for a while,

I'll be right there. "Barbossa responded with a very calm expression. Of course, he felt something was wrong. At his level, and he joined such a huge organization, for the allocation of resources, intrigue is naturally essential.

He guessed that someone wanted to plot against him, but he had enough confidence in his own strength that even if the true god descended, he was not afraid. As for the epic, except for the damn ancestral golden dragon, he did not offend anyone. Epic, and he is still relying on the Necromancy Council behind him. Without sufficient reason, Epic will not shoot himself.

"I want to see, who would dare to take action against my friend. Humph!" The pitch-black water was surging, and along with Barbossa's thoughts, a complete ghost fleet slowly rose from the bottom of the sea.

There is no friendship between the lich, only pure interests. The so-called good friend just sounds good. This lich who asked for help is a member of his own, unconditionally supporting himself to become the president of the council. Such a witty little brother, How could it not be saved? If this doesn't help, what will the other members think of him, even the younger brother can't be saved, who will mess with him in the future?

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"Have you felt it? That huge death energy that is rising!" In a dark room in the Blackstone Port, wearing a skeleton armor to cover up the aura of his body, and restraining all his blood, Morea looked towards Michaelella and Ilvester beside him.

"Well, worthy of being the Great Lich at the pinnacle of legend," Il East, who was honest and concealed, showed a dignified expression on his face. He didn't need to fight this power at all, and he couldn't defeat it himself.

People can forcibly crush him with their own sheer amount, and all skills have no meaning in the face of absolute power.

"With such a size, we estimate that it will take hundreds of years to beat him." Michaelella's face also showed a hint of fear, but she said something that made Barbossa vomit blood. (If he has blood), after ten thousand years of accumulation, there are creatures who open their mouths and say that they can defeat you in a few hundred years. How can this make people not angry.

"The old lich of Barbossa has really left, and that god of death really has a way." Feeling the huge dead aura that was leaving and finally disappeared, Morea smiled.

"Son of Titan and Dragon, you should start." Suddenly, a bone badge floated out from Morea's body, and the skull mark in it, the jaw opened and closed, making a harsh sound.

"How long can you trap him?" Morea asked very shamelessly. He knew that the god of death in the main world would have no way to do anything about such a legendary pinnacle of the ten thousand-year-old lich.

"About two hours or so, you have to hurry up."

"Very well, we will retreat in an hour and a half from now." Regardless of the death god Nai falling to the side and listening, Morea directly instructed the subordinate next to him, "Now start searching as much as you can! Take as much as you can. How much! Mainly to scour the ocean, the top ten ports are all mine."

"..." The five legendary lich were indifferent, what else was there in the sea of ​​​​necromancy besides the ten major ports? Scrape the fur!

"Micah, let's get started! Stop hiding your power."

"clear!"

In the dark sea of ​​ghosts, in the largest black stone port, a crimson beam of light suddenly shot up from a building, and all the undead within a kilometer from this beam of light were vaporized in an instant. There was no chance to even cry and scream, and at the moment of seeing this ray of light, all the undead who were not purified for the first time retreated like snakes and scorpions, and they didn't dare to mess with them at all.

"Who dares to run wild on Lord Barbossa's territory!" At the moment when the beam of light appeared, an icy aura of death permeated the Black Soul Tavern, and the five-kilometer-long ghost battleship began to tremble. One shocking barrel after another appeared.

At the same time, a giant skeleton with thick snow and ice skin appeared. Ice and snow are its terrifying "flesh", but they won't hinder its actions. Large jagged ice cubes embedded in each finger act like claws. Its skull is bare and ice-free, and a dark flame surrounds it like a corona.

"Winter Ghost!" Morea looked at the winter ghost that suddenly appeared and exuded a chilly air. There was no surprise on his face. Among the three most prosperous ports in the sea of ​​​​dead seas, there was one The legendary undead are sitting in the town, among them, the blackstone port is a legendary fourth-order winter ghost. This is the information he has already investigated.

"Take the shortest time to get rid of this ghost of winter for me, regardless of life or death." Morea turned her head and instructed a legendary lich, with a calm demeanor and a nonchalant attitude.

A winter ghost who has only a few moves back and forth, facing a lich who already knows its intelligence, has no chance of victory, and has already been calculated to death.

"Let's start separating!" Morea looked at Michaelella and said. In Moreya's eyes, the sea of ​​​​the dead has eleven most elite areas, ten major ports, and one under the sea. I don't know where Where is the shipyard, this shipyard is the most precious, but Morea does not know his location, and can only rely on his subordinates to explore slowly.

In the beam of light that brought light to the sea of ​​​​dead spirits, a slender figure appeared. She was wearing a white gold-inlaid armor, holding a red-golden sword, her eyes were gushing with sacred flames, and many undead were terrified. Under his eyes, five pairs of wings surrounded by crimson flames spread out.

boom - boom -

Endless dark thunders fell from the sky and slashed towards Michaelella, who was as dazzling as the sun. This was the rejection of the half-faced Michaelella, but these deadly thunders had not yet approached Michaelella. , was purified by the divine light that naturally radiated from her body. It was an anticlimactic, and Muria was a little stunned. This was much smaller than the counterattack he expected. He and Ilvester were ready to shoot. .

Michaelella swung out a sword, boom! The space collapsed and shattered. Above the Blackstone Port, visible space cracks appeared. The entire port was in turmoil, and the middle and low-level undead were madly fleeing around. Seeing a powerful being in the shape of an angel, the bottom layer was in turmoil. How can the undead not panic?

But fortunately, Morea had already arranged everything, and some large pirate groups captured by Morea, as well as the lich, began to take action to suppress the riots everywhere.

"It's my turn now!" After seeing the blackstone port being completely cut off from the sea of ​​​​necromancy by Michaelera with his sword.

Morea took off the skeleton armor and revealed his Titan form. The huge blood rose into the sky, and he showed his strength without hesitation.

Then, a vibrant half-plane phantom emerged behind him, and a huge pulling force spread out from the half-plane phantom, landed on the fragments of the Blackstone Port below, and began to slowly swallow...