OBS Chapter 1141: Kill the Undead Soldiers with One Strike
Chapter 1141: Kill the Undead Soldiers with One Strike
Chapter 1141: Kill the Undead Soldiers with One Strike
In a hidden place beside the teleportation array, Nagris muttered angrily, "It's not that the teleportation array is open at all. This dead skeleton just wants to get to this point, as long as he can pollinate. It's really annoying. I wonder why he is so enthusiastic."
Anthony was quite understanding: "It's normal. It's not so easy to revive the original ancient god. It's already very good to have reached this point."
"What is difficult may not be easy for others, but not necessarily for him. Didn't you see him peel off a piece of skin from Ketikaluti? He must be planning something, maybe he wants to transform himself." Negris said.
The ancient dragon of time and space among the ancient gods of origin was created by Anger using a piece of giant dragon scale and the druid's ultimate transformation technique.
Because the dragon race is inherited through blood, after transforming into the Dragon God, he naturally obtained the Dragon God's inheritance and mastered many dragon abilities that even Nagris did not have. These abilities in turn enhanced Ang's strength and evolved into a time and space ancient dragon of a higher level than the Dragon God.
Everything originated from that piece of dragon scale. Now Ang has peeled off another piece of skin. God knows what he can transform into.
"If it really is the ancient god of origin, then this is the eighth original power. What would the eighth original power be?" Anthony said.
"Then you have to ask Ang, otherwise who knows? Those things are not knowledge." Nagris said that knowledge needs someone to summarize and record it before it can become knowledge. There are only a few origins of the void, so who will summarize these things for you?
Regarding the matter of the origin, if Ang says it is, it is, and if he says it is not, it is not. Others cannot even see the power of the origin.
So the story about the origin of the ancient god here was not said by Ang, but was a speculation based on Ang's attitude and the fact that there are no ancient gods in this void. But in fact, there are ancient gods here, at least the Silent Demon Vine Mavani.
And they now knew why Ang was so positive, that damn ancient god of pollination.
"I guess even the adults can't explain it clearly. For us, the power of origin is too difficult to understand." Anthony said.
Nagris nodded. "That's right. When we shared his vision, we found that the void he saw was completely different from ours. With his ability to express himself, it would be strange if he could explain it clearly."
The void that Ang saw was filled with various 'fields' such as depressions, contractions, expansions, bulges, and falls, but when they looked out, the void was empty and void.
Although they all have pinhole imaging glasses now, the imaging mechanism of the pinhole glasses does not directly observe the original power, but rather infers the existence of the original power through the impact of the original power on the outside world. The picture they see is still completely different from that of Ang.
They couldn't see what Ang saw, and with Ang's ability to express himself, it was too difficult to make a group of snowmen who had never seen fire understand what fire was.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the adults' will is... Here they come, some people are coming out." Before Anthony finished his words, he saw ripples in the portal and a group of people squeezed out.
I just said that the teleportation array was opened, but when I looked over, I found that what was opened was not the teleportation array, but the portal. Everyone is familiar with the portal. When Ang came to the World Transfer Station from the Palace of Rest, the membrane he passed through was the portal.
Compared with the teleportation array, the portal can be open all the time and consumes very little energy. The energy consumption will only increase when something passes through it. The disadvantage is that the transmission distance is short, and the energy consumption is greater than that of the teleportation array when transmitting the same mass. The transmission position is fixed, and the coordinates cannot be changed at will like the teleportation array.
"Why is there another portal? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Nagris complained. If it was a portal, it meant the distance would not be far.
"You didn't ask me just now. I have never used a portal. How would I know there is a portal here?" said the Speaker.
It's really not his fault. This is just a transit station for him to communicate with his master. Usually, the transmission channel is established by sending thoughts, and who knows there is a transmission gate.
This team of humans was moving things, carrying out boxes one by one, piling them aside, and then returning to the portal to continue moving. After several trips back and forth, this team of humans retreated to both sides and lined up to bow, as if they were preparing to welcome some important person.
The next moment, a member of the Divine Star Clan floated out from the portal.
Everyone's spirits were lifted. Anthony looked at the Grand Speaker first and found that he subconsciously shrank his head, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the other party.
"Do you know him?" Anthony asked in a low voice.
"This is Nan Mian." The Grand Speaker responded.
"Pfft... Southern Crown, Northern Crown, there shouldn't be Eastern Crown and Western Crown? Are you guys so perfunctory in naming?" Nagris couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Grand Speaker said anxiously: "Keep your voice down. He is not the same kind as Beimao. He will be discovered."
Nagris didn't think so: "I can't find it. There is a sapling. Is he more powerful than the Northern Crown?"
The Grand Speaker glanced hesitantly at the small sapling above Ang's head, not quite understanding why he couldn't find it even with it there. However, as long as the noise wasn't too loud, it would indeed not be easy to find from such a long distance.
In order to stop Nagris from laughing, the Grand Speaker explained in a low voice: "They are not on the same level at all. Bei Crown is just a spoiled child who bullies people everywhere because he has a big toy. Nan Crown is the real God Star Clan. He is very powerful. I can't beat him."
Anthony and the others couldn't help but look serious. They knew the strength of the Grand Speaker. If they couldn't beat him, then the strength of Nan Mian should not be underestimated.
"What about the Eastern Crown and the Western Crown?" asked Nagris.
"There is no Eastern Crown or Western Crown." The Grand Speaker responded unhappily.
Just as they were muttering to each other, a group of humans wearing shackles and bracelets walked out of the portal, each carrying a coffin behind them, and the style of the coffins was exactly the same as those dragged by the Grand Chancellor.
"Huh?" Anthony and Nagris were stunned for a moment, and immediately put on pinhole imaging glasses, and said as they looked at it, "There is a fluctuation of the original power. Great Speaker, this is your kind of coffin."
"Not only the coffins, but those carrying the coffins are also mourning undead soldiers, the kind without original power." Anthony reminded.
Those wearing handcuffs and bracelets were not ordinary people either. They were all mourning undead soldiers. They carried heavy coffins but did not seem tired at all and even had the leisure to look around.
Everyone left the teleportation gate, and the gate closed. Nan Mian walked onto the teleportation array and began to adjust the coordinates of the teleportation array, preparing to start it. Obviously, this was a transit transportation, and this was not the final destination of those people.
Just when Nan Mian was adjusting the teleportation array, an accident happened. Two of the mourning undead soldiers carrying coffins suddenly exerted their strength, twisted each other's hands and feet, took off the handcuffs and bracelets, and then reattached their hands and feet.
The Mourning Undead Soldiers are essentially Mourning Skeletons covered in flesh. The damaged flesh does not affect their movements. After their limbs are reattached, they immediately flee for their lives carrying the coffins on their backs.
Nan Mian reacted quickly, kicking his feet and shooting at the fleeing undead soldiers.
The two mourning undead soldiers sensed that Nan Mian was chasing them, and one of them, who looked older, shouted, "I'll stop him, you run quickly, only if you run to the Fili Empire can you survive."
The younger one gritted his teeth and ran away without looking back.
The older undead mourning soldier swung the coffin back and smashed it down on Nan Mian's head.
Nan Mian shrank back slightly, and his forward-moving body stopped instantly. The coffin passed in front of his nose. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. His fingers seemed to be stretched out, and he firmly grasped the other end of the coffin.
The older undead mourning soldier was obviously skilled in martial arts. When he found that the coffin was fastened, he immediately twisted it.
One was the Lord of Mourning, and the other was a secondary origin. Their strength was simply beyond the coffin’s ability to withstand, and it was directly crushed to pieces.
The mourning undead soldier stretched out his hands, grabbed the body in the coffin, and swung it at Nanmian as a weapon.
Nan Mian frowned, stepped back several steps, put his right hand behind his back, and said calmly: "You made me angry."
"Oh? Are you angry? That's great. You imprisoned my father and me for hundreds of years and used various methods to turn us into these ugly living dead. I wish I could kill you." The Mourning Undead Soldier roared.
Nan Mian showed no emotion at all: "You made me angry, and I want to make you angry too. Is that your child? If he died in front of you, would you be angry?"
Nan Mian's words were a bit childish, like the tone of children fighting over toys, but the content was creepy. The Mourning Undead Soldier subconsciously looked in the direction of the other Mourning Undead Soldier.
I saw that the mourning undead soldier had entered the void and was running away quickly in the void. Only a small dot was left. In a short while, he would disappear and completely leave the enemy's sight.
If I can just hold him back a little longer, the older undead soldier thought.
The mourning undead soldier, determined to die, swung the body in his hand and pounced towards Nan Mian.
Nan Mian did not confront him head-on, but moved away, with his right hand behind his back. The energy reaction on his body became stronger and stronger, until more than ten seconds later, he swung his right hand violently, and a beam of light was thrown out by his right hand, drawing a straight trajectory in the dark void and landing on the small dot in the distance.
The little dot flashed and disappeared silently.
"Hiss—kill the mourning undead soldiers with one strike? It took more than twenty seconds to charge. What kind of attack is this? Is it the power of origin?"