??Chapter 704: Chapter 696: Where is my house? How co there’s only a pit left?
Chapter 704: Chapter 696: Where is my house? How co there’s only a pit left?
“Hmm, this isn’t right. The efficiency is too low.” Muria suddenly realized, now is not the ti to use Atlas Grand Migration Technique, to capture these Steel Ghost Ships without including the surrounding sea water or the mud beneath. This technique is used at the ti of relocation!”
“This magic thing still needs to be learned and applied in practice!” Muria exclaims, then swiftly makes an adjustnt.
The Atlas Grand Migration Technique created by Golden Dragon Mother was a bandit-type magic, briefly having the effect of sealing away things, whether they are dead or alive, and carrying them away with a wave of restriction. Once there is ti, a physical education session can be applied to the creatures within.
Therefore, Muria now uses the Grand Migration Technique as a sealing technique; withstanding the attacks of these Ghost Battleships, he extends his large hand to seal these various Ghost Battleships one by one, then throws them into his Semi Plane.
“There’s no ti.” Seeing that there are still many ghost battleships that have not been taken away, a hint of annoyance appears on Muria’s face, but counting the ti, it is around the ti when Barbossa should return. Being caught by the victim face-to-face is thrilling, but Muria feels he is too young to experience such excitent. Let’s wait until later!
A laying hen that can lay golden eggs and a nest of golden eggs, which one to choose? Although as an adult, the right choice should be both, but Muria is not yet grown up and doesn’t have the strength to choose both, so he has to painfully choose one.
“Let’s move Barbossa’s shipyard first!” Muria sighs with regret, then turns his greedy eyes to the magnificent buildings protected by the Ghost Fleet.
Dragon scales appear on his cheeks, a pair of Golden Dragon Wings stretch out, Muria instantly turns into a golden rainbow, dodging the bombardnt of the ghost ships and heading straight for Barbossa’s lair. The power of so of the ghost ship’s guns is indeed huge, but what use is it if they can’t hit him?
Roar! After entering Barbossa’s lair in his Titan Form, Muria could no longer suppress the agitation of his bloodline, transforming into a Golden Giant Dragon. The radiant and dazzling light of the Atlas Grand Migration Technique lights up between his claws, appearing extrely glaring in the eyes of the stationed Undead.
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“These Death Gods are always thinking about how to target , really fed up.” Barbossa, having successfully rescued his subordinates and thwarted the Death Gods’ sche against him, returns to the Sea of the Dead with his fleet, full of pride.
However, as soon as he entered the Sea of the Dead, Barbossa felt sothing was wrong. Although the Sea of the Dead seed no different than usual, he felt through his instinct that many things were missing from his Sea of the Dead.
Without a second thought, Barbossa directly mobilized his authority to reach his multifunctional lair in the sky, then he was stunned as he watched the scene in front of him.
“Where’s my ho? Where’s my huge castle? Why is there only a pit left?” Barbossa watched the large pit beneath his feet in confusion, looking around in a state of shock, he rembered that when he left, the area was filled with Ghost Battleships, and now
“Where are my ships? There were so many ships stopping here, why are there only so few left?” Seeing the ghost fleet that could fill the entire bottom of the sea when he left, was now sparse, with only a few sporadically scattered on the seabed, and half of these remaining Ghost Ships bear traces of battle, appearing wrecked and dilapidated.
“Where’s my shipyard?” Seeing his scattered Ghost Fleet, Barbossa felt anger building up in his heart. Compared to the ghost ships, the Ghost Shipyard was his foundation, with enough resources, these ships could still be built, but without the shipyard – the worst part was, if the shipyard was taken, this would an that his core technology had been exposed, this was the most deadly.
“Damn, who the hell did this?” Barbossa, standing above the pit that was forrly his lair, had his Soul Fire trembling violently within his skull. Along with his anger, the Ghost Sea stirred up monstrous waves, countless low-level Vengeful Spirits scattered within the sea waves shattered, turning into a gust of Death Qi, while so remaining Undead trembled in fear.
“Can anyone tell , what on earth happened here?” Barbossa, surrounded by web-like spatial rifts, spoke in a low voice. The Soul Sound filled with killing intent was instantly conveyed to the bottom of the sea.
“Master, you’re finally back. If you hadn’t returned, the Ghost Sea would have been emptied.” Sensing Barbossa’s aura, a rotting at mountain struggled to roll out from the pit.
“It’s already been cleared out,” Barbossa, seeing the rotten at mountain, feels disgusted but still patiently asks, this is the art of commanding, “how did you beco like this? Tell
who injured you this way?”
“It was a Blazing Sky God Descendant, master, a Blazing Sky God Descendant who reduced
to this state. They severed all of my tentacles, you have to help
take revenge!” The decaying Big Octopus raises its almost completely cut-off tentacles, showing Barbossa the Blazing Sky Fire on them.
“…” Barbossa gazes at the Blazing Sky Fire on the cut surface of the octopus tentacle in silence, “How many pairs of wings did the Blazing Sky God who attacked you have? Do you rember?”
“Five pairs!”
“…” At this point, Barbossa fell silent. A Blazing Sky God Descendant with five pairs of wings, what a joke! He could guarantee that if he attempted retaliation now, there would be a pile of Cloud Cities descending the next day, blocking his Semi Plane, it is likely the Blazing Sky Gods would even interfere, purifying it into dust.
“Didn’t you provoke so big figure out there? Otherwise, why would a Blazing Sky God Descendant attack you for no reason?” Barbossa feels that he was robbed suddenly, probably because of this octopus. Thinking about this, the look in Barbossa’s eyes toward the octopus began to darken.
“Master, I have never provoked the Blazing Sky God Descendants! Before today, I didn’t even know her. She appeared out of nowhere, and then she cut
down like this.”
The octopus Undead whimpered, already sensing his master’s fear of the Blazing Sky God Descendant, likely the hope of getting revenge was gone. It’s likely just in vain that it was severely chopped, thinking this, the octopus Undead beca even more saddened
“So my ho, and my ship, were all stolen by the Blazing Sky God Descendant?” Full of fury, Barbossa rises with doubt. Why would such a proud race as the Blazing Sky God Race steal his Ghost Ship and his ho, it doesn’t make sense.
“Master, the Blazing Sky God Descendant rely held
off, there were others who stole your Ghost Ship.”
“Who was it?”
“It looked like a Titan, but when he rushed towards your ho, I saw it transform into a Golden Dragon.”
“Another Golden Dragon!” For the third ti, Barbossa fell silent, then speechless. How many tis was it now? What did he do to the Golden Dragons? Why does a Golden Dragon rob him every few hundred years? What’s the grudge?
Barbossa didn’t say anything, starting to tally his losses. The Ghost Fleet had lost about one-eighth, but his nest was directly packed and taken away. Very good, this was the sa kind of behavior as the previous two Golden Dragons.
“What about my ports? Those undead who were serving ? So many prosperous ports, why are they all gone?”
Being robbed for the third ti, Barbossa coolly looks at the octopus Undead by his side.
“They are all been taken away. According to my search in the mories of those wandering souls, the Ten Major Ports were reportedly cut from so unknown thod by the Blazing Sky God Descendant and sent into the Semi Plane of that unknown entity that can transform between Titan and Golden Dragon.”
“This Golden Dragon is absolutely related to that guy Dimos.” Without investigation, relying on his intuitive instinct, Barbossa asserted directly. He suddenly thought of the Half-blood Titan he had t several decades ago.
That guy was just a Soul Intent Level, how could he have advanced within several decades of ti, it’s not possible to beco a Legend so quickly! Plus, back then, he was so good to him, does he have no conscience now? He ca to raid his lair.
“Offspring of the Dragon King! I can’t afford to provoke them, I can’t afford them,” Barbossa kept reminding himself, this was an existence that he currently can’t provoke, he must be patient.
“But this is my accumulation of ten thousand years, having been robbed so much this ti, my qualifications to beco the next leader in the Council will definitely be canceled.” Thinking about the resources that can be allocated as leader of the Undead Council, Barbossa’s heart was bleeding. His plan to go to the Void would have to be delayed again.
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