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In a sense, the system prefers to reveal its identity, raising my suspicions, and the gifts it gives are indeed valuable.

“The most precious and troublesome thing in the world is always free... I'm not talking about marketing and sales scams. Humanity, trust, this kind of thing is the most headache. ”

But I've always been troublesome, afraid of owed to me, and I have to be compassionate this time, because those “free” generative experiences are too important for my goals, and they help me too much.

Previously, when I created Eternal Frozen Earth, my creativity generally relied on talent and system plug-ins, and the other half was pure copying, which Ash did back then, following her record and imitating it directly.

In fact, the practitioners do this, they do not need to know the principles of magic and magic. It is sufficient to follow the existing process step by step. The advantages of doing so are to drastically lower the threshold, but the disadvantages are more rigidity and stupidity in action than the previous ones. If you encounter a strategy or trap, the consequences of not being able to randomly adapt are likely to be death.

Real archmages and great priests, who tend to analyze the principles, know better why, by hand, small magic is brought in to improve and strengthen the original magic, and yet a symbol of the true maturity of the practitioner, he is able to improve and even develop new specialized magic according to the basic theory and the existing conditions.

And the four-element seal is undoubtedly the world's highest and initial curse, while controlling the four elements touch summons the four elements to build the seal, the difficulty of imposing it, the high demand is poignant, let alone improve it, just monotonous use of this discipline, even if it is a great archmage, let alone what we need is "four-element creation” evolved by “four-element seal”.

Originally, even with the Genesis experience of "Eternal Frozen Soil”, my highest success rate does not exceed 40%. Even if I succeed fortunately, most of them still have defective semi-finished products...

A 40% chance of winning, and you bet on everything? When the success rate of other choices is after the decimal point, and doing nothing is near death, a 40% success rate already gives us everything.

But with this precious gift of charcoal in the snow, everything is different.

Asteria's gift, derived from the precious memories of the beginning of Genesis, was the original appearance of this spell, which not only had the most basic principles of technique, but also practical experience and understanding of operation. After getting it, my understanding of this method probably surpassed the founder. After all, Ash Genesis relied mostly on instinct, and all I had to do was restore everything she did with instinct with technology, and surpassed... After all, what we're trying to create is not a normal world of people.

“Here… It's the land of the dead! ”

Under my proclamation, the pitch-black world, with the ghost plains at its core, took away the existence of light, and on this land, countless Obsidian columns drilled out of the earth, they resembled the miniaturization of the black tower, and at the top of each black column there was a skull that resembled a laugh.

“This is the kingdom of the dead, the living stop. ”

It's just a vague sight of these stone columns, and the words of these warnings are spoken naturally in everyone's mind, and that's not intimidating, it's simply stating the facts.

“If we go any further, we will never leave. ”

It is a warning from instinct, as if an invisible dividing line existed there, and as soon as it was crossed, it was destined to leave the soul here.

And if this intangible instinctive warning can be ignored as a mistake, the black fog that those obsidian skulls are spraying is a real threat.

“Gas! ”

“How is that possible? We are poisoned! ”

The black fog first swept through the battlefield of the devil and the devil. Demons from the abyss had become accustomed to extremely harsh environments. They were far more resistant to flames, strong acids and toxins than all races, and as subordinates of the “corrupt lord” Ladivioca, they lived in areas full of poison fog and swamps. If they were demons with poor tolerance, they would not have known to die in that corner.

The fierce swordsman, more than eight metres high, who walked in front of him, was just next to a stone column, and he just smelled the black fog and suddenly fell, and at the moment of the fall, the indelible flame on him had departed with his life.

The gray large body and decapitation sword struck a deep pit on the ground, but there were no scars all over him. His face was still full of comprehension, as if he did not know why he had died.

And the next moment, the silver soul came out of the flesh, and the confused demon soul slowly walked into the obsidian pillar, disappearing without a trace, and the skull on the stone pillar was as full as it was, spraying more black fog.

The black fog has spread, and with the demonstration of that high-ranking demon, both demons and demons have fled wildly to escape these fogs of death.

And the sooner the dead knights move in the fog, the stronger their skeletons become. Their blades and armor are reinforced by the fog, and their skeletal horses become more flexible and faster. The fire of the soul shining in their eyes is like a living thing.

When the enemy retreats out of fear, how can these rangers who spread death miss such a good chance that they quickly penetrate, split, weapons reinforced by the fog of death are just as capable of harvesting the demon's soul, and if the demon is cut, it loses its soul when it falls.

In the face of this strange fog, even the mighty Radhivioka and his army began to retreat, and the devils on our side began to retreat, even with the military orders of their leaders, and even those who had looked behind them with hostile eyes seemed to feel like they had become cannon ashes.

“Don't run, don't resist! ”

With my permission, the king of lies roared, and under his wrath, Marcin, the devil with the fog around him, proactively walked into the fog, and the madness of the fog surrounded him, in a painful cry, a strange transformation took place.

The immense monarch of the devil was half-kneeling, his appearance and shape were changed in the dark fog, the black fog that had been wrapped around him scattered instead, that immense body burst again, when the fog scattered, the immense monster of the heavens and the earth was born.

The demon's common scales and claws disappeared without a trace. If you look only at the appearance, the smooth and healthy body is a little similar to humans. The inky green eye turned into a black pupil, but compared to ordinary giants, the black unicorn between the foreheads is very eye-catching. It is also a strange energy gathering place, and the wrapped energy smell is three points stronger.

“… as ugly as it was. ”

Imamisia smiled shamelessly over her nose, but the corner of her eyes could almost see the tears of surprise. How could she not recognize the appearance like Marcin? This brave ugly man, and when he was a Takayama clan, had an extra horn.

Marcin fell on his knees and looked at his hands unbelievably. The scars on his face were all moving, and then he raised his head to heaven and shouted amazingly!

“Ahhh! Fucking abyss! I, Marcin Marcin of the Huang Long tribe, Dibor's back! ”

In the presence of angels and demons, the first Hell Ghost, General Marcin, was born.

He rushed into the battlefield of the devil, waving a giant trident, beginning to kill and avenge wildly, and seeing his change, the ancient devils, after hesitation, drowned them in the fog.

Soon, after a painful cry and reversal, a nascent warrior was born from the fog, and the nascent warriors, who had not yet had the time to digest the memory and knowledge that had come out of their minds, returned to the battlefield after surprise, and this time, those who brought death to the fog became their allies.

“Death meditation finally succeeded. ”

And at the top of that initial black tower, I was relieved to see the whole thing.

This black fog is not poisonous, it's not even aggressive, it's just an accessory to this "deceased's position," and within its reach, is the kingdom of the deceased.

It is a provision for the dead, and if the living contaminates him, it is either converted to the dead or, under certain conditions, to the local guardian, the Ghost Nation.

In a previous experiment, I provided a sample of the fog of death that didn't complete the conversion of Marcin, but turned it into a strange appearance of dark fog, and now this complete version of the meditation of death successfully completed the transition from demons to ghosts.

Imamisia standing next to me is a little moved. The woman's desire to restore beauty is understandable, but I stopped her. At present, the kingdom of the dead is not molded. These forcibly manufactured meditations are too little and too weak. Converting a devil big man consumes a lot. The rest of me is useful and cannot be wasted.

And in the giant skull around me, the bronze hammer of a flame is burning, but its flame is going deeper from red and full, and some of the epitaxy has turned purple and black.

It is the hand of the blessing of the original flame, the fire-element artifact that Solo retrieved from the surface of the water element.

At this point, it is indeed one of the four element catalysts, which represents a part of the “soul," and unlike Eichy, who chooses the flame as the symbol and element of the soul, in a hell full of the dead, I naturally make “death” a factor in the soul.

Death, the foundation of hell, is the basic condition that must be met for all beings to exist.

“In the land of the dead, only the dead exist. ”

The black tower was one of the pillars of the new landscape, and he was building a kingdom of the dead, but some people would not see it happening so smoothly.

As the rules of this face gradually took shape, the wings of the suddenly falling light had reached us, the holy light and the meditation had collided, the immature death fog had been dispersed directly, and the legions of angels had entered our sights.

“I've never found this dazzling holy light so annoying. Ayer, we're under a lot of pressure. Come on. ”

My questioning was answered in the skull, where the familiar voice sounded, still in a slow tone.

“Quickly, the storm is a little harder to deal with than expected. Hold on, I'll give this side a little strength. ”

And as the response was the skeletons laughing, the fog of death spreading wildly, the angel in front of him fell, this time, the skyrocketing black fog overwhelmed the holy light.

Yes, I'm the chief designer and the mastermind behind this hell-building ritual, but I'm not capable of delivering energy and super high-end death.

“Oh, where in the world is the first spirit of death, Ayer the Reaper, stronger and purer than the power of death? ”

At this time, the inside of the skull of the black tower lies a tall bone as white as a jade, from which the constant power of death comes, the skeleton is the core of the black tower.

Yeah, that's Ayer's bone.

Ayer even used his own body, and he was immune to everything for the success of this hell, and when far from Oran he gently touched the crystal skull in his hand and saw the transformation of his own people through the eyes of the devil, while rejoicing, he did not hesitate to increase his investment.

And I have the exact same crystal skull, and I feel the power of death and the awareness of Ayer, and I know that we can move on to the next phase of the plan. (Great activity of dropping pies in the sky, cool phone waiting for you! Follow ~ Chinese Official Account (WeChat Add Friends - Add Official Account - Enter qdread) and join now! Everyone has a prize. Follow the qdread WeChat account now!