King from scratch

It's hard to tell if what the other party is talking about is too lively, the anger condensed by the entire kingdom, or the players all over the mountains and plains.

But right now, no one can ask him that question.

The series of follow-ups caused by the emergence of white fog on the mainland, the South China Sea, and even the entire world have rushed in without any buffer time.

After the white mist stopped outside the kingdom's territory, the white mist in the Salfa Federation stayed for a few minutes, and soon withdrew from the federal territory for unknown reasons.

The Diman Empire and other forces are wondering about the origin of the white mist, while the Floating Abyss, which has been silent for a long time like the Canyon of the Undead, responded immediately.

Dots of translucent creatures wag their tails from the floating abyss.

In an instant, it appeared in the white fog of the Canyon of the Undead, and in the next second, it passed through several phantom-like and entity-like existences, and drove straight in under the silent gaze of countless undead.

Nubida, who was talking to He Xingwen, took a few seconds to get in touch with the context of the conversation, and then realized something from the king's word "more than": "The undead have come to the kingdom?"

The demon looked into the distance where there was nothing unusual.

Although the demon's eyesight is far superior to that of humans, it still has a limit. At least at this distance, he can't see anything.

Nubida withdrew his gaze and denied the guess to himself: "Impossible."

Although Nubida carefully selected a group of players to contact the Canyon of the Dead, to say that this group of players can exceed the task, Thaksin.

But it is absolutely impossible to bring back the army of undead in just a few months.

The detached status of the Undead Canyon is not something to talk about, it is owned by strength.

Such a large undead canyon is located on the mainland, and no one has been able to break through the barrier for tens of thousands of years. Seeing the undead emperor is enough to prove the opponent's strength.

How far must the player hide the dragon and crouch the tiger in order to "invite" the army of the undead out of the canyon of the undead?

Nubida smoothed this over and asked the king, "What happened?"

He Xingwen's expression was also a little strange: "I'm afraid you really guessed wrong, the movement outside is indeed not small."

Not only is it not small, but the feeling that He Xingwen gave He Xingwen just now with a glimpse of the other party can only be said: everywhere, invincible.

That is not a contest between people, but an existence that humans cannot touch.

If it is said that the gods are especially present, perhaps it can only be like the other party. Just a single gaze can give infinite pressure to the person being watched.

But there is no god in this world anymore, so...

He Xingwen suddenly thought of a question: "When did the abyss of the dead border on this world?"

The ether on Nubida's body fluctuated layer by layer, rippling from here to farther places, presenting all the areas that cannot be reached by sight.

The white mist outside the kingdom, the white mist on the mainland, and even the sudden change in the abyss of the undead, all fell into Nubida's perception.

Nubida instinctively answered the king's question: "It was a little later than Aizhijin...but at that time, there were so many civilizations bordering on the kingdom one after another, it was hard to say who was ahead and who was behind.

It's just that the Undead Canyon has not actively contacted the outside world except for the initial contact with us and the friction with the floating abyss. "

He Xingwen touched his chin: "It seems that the player has overfulfilled the task."

However, Nubida came back to his senses in the scene of overwhelming white mist: "This is the handwriting of the Undead Emperor."

Although the player's goal is to establish a connection, what's the point of throwing the Undead Emperor directly at the door?

When He Xingwen had a brief conversation with Nubida, everything around him reacted to the white mist.

The players under the South Sea looked up at the white mist that suddenly covered the sea. It even appeared in the sea, but the sea water kept floating, so that it was hard to see the existence of the white mist.

"Fuck, why is it foggy?"

"No, there is no weather change in this world at all, how can there be fog?"

"This fog is a bit heavy. Why do I feel that the South China Sea is full of fog?"

The players were talking.

In the kingdom that was not shrouded in fog, countless intelligent creatures of different races cast their gazes into the distance.

The long-lived species recalled fragments of long and vague memories. At the beginning of the fifth era, when countless disturbing civilizations bordered the continent, it seemed that there was such a thick fog that enveloped the entire continent in an instant, and then a moment later , disappeared quietly.

Unlike the thoughtful long-lived species, the short-lived species...such as dwarves, mages, etc., mostly just glanced at it from a distance and then forgot about it.

But He Xiangwen and the others are different. All abnormalities in this world, to be precise, are all normal or abnormal existences. They will collect relevant information, analyze the reasons, and establish files, so that the huge think tank on the earth can formulate relative responses. Of the policy.

Even in this world, mortals are so weak that they have no other use but death, but He Xiangwen and the others are still doing some things that are ridiculous to the strong, such as formulating these countermeasures, and finding ways out for players etc.

Unlike those intelligent creatures that cannot take any effective actions against the existence of the white mist, the plankton's mobility is amazing, but they cross several layers of space in a short time, and they are about to reach the player's position.

Meanwhile, that conversation, which exists only in consciousness, continues.

Although they don't understand what the other party means by "really lively", the player can intuitively grasp the current situation through another thing.

The progress of the task of establishing contact with the Canyon of the Undead jumped from 20% to 80%, and it was just a step away.

Dudu seized the opportunity and continued: "If you agree, we will go back and tell the king, and then discuss how to establish contact..."

The tone of the other party has never changed. Of course, one cannot expect the behavior of a consciousness in the mind to change the tone. People define their voice and tone, but in fact, these are just wishful thinking of others and have nothing to do with the other party.

"I'll ask him."

Who to ask?Question marks appeared in the players' minds, and some players with weak willpower had already blurted out and got answers from the other party.

"Your king." The other party answered the player's doubts in a good-tempered manner, then paused for a while, and said to the player: "Oh, plankton is here."

The player who was still understanding the meaning of the other party's words raised his head subconsciously and saw the unexpected guest.

At some point in the white mist, a group of translucent creatures the size of a thumb appeared. They are not many in number and extremely small in size. When floating in the air, they look like ornamental creatures. It is hard to think that they are intelligent creatures.

"Is this plankton?" The players were very surprised, because the opponent's size is really hard to give people a sense of threat.

The translucent creature the size of a thumb has a puddle of clear water in its body, and its bones and internal organs cannot be seen. When it is suspended in the air, it cannot be related to the floating abyss with the same name as the Canyon of the Dead.

"That's right," the other party introduced the plankton to the player in a good-tempered manner: "They have different ideas from mine, and they had some conflicts. Later, I was seriously injured and ignored them..."

Li was shocked and couldn't help interrupting the other party: "They still beat you seriously?"

The other party: "They still can't do this. When I left the last world, I left some stubborn illnesses. Now it seems that it may be difficult to recover."

Dudu suddenly realized something: "So you are seriously injured now?"

The other party calmly affirmed Dudu's guess: "The injury is serious and difficult to heal."

"Damn it, awesome." A player said it again.

Another player muttered: "Is there no limit to the force value in this world?"

"High magic world, understand."

"Even the gods are dead, so theoretically speaking, there may be no upper limit to the force value of this world."

Because the existence representing the upper limit of force value has completely fallen.

The players talked a lot, but the plankton had already completed the dialogue with each other.

It's just that the player doesn't hear anything.

The existence of these two exceeds them too much. If the Undead Emperor did not take the initiative to appear, they would never be able to communicate with each other.

But at least their fighting scene is still based in this world and can be observed by players.

The translucent creatures floating in the white mist suddenly started to move in unison. Their concept of space is different from common sense. At least the player hasn't gotten any closer to the white mist and soul fire after walking for so long.

But the opponent easily passed this distance, arrived at the galaxy formed by the soul fire, and then the entire soul fire was extinguished.

The sky and the earth seemed to be darkened in an instant, and the light of illumination was lost.

But the plankton lit up, and a little bit of light shone inside the translucent body the size of a thumb.

The player is on the sidelines dubbing the ever-changing scene in front of him.

"Fuck!"

"Brilliant!"

"666."

The so-called swallowing the sun and the moon with open mouth is nothing more than that.

The star river was destroyed, and the opponent turned to the other side, the tiny body trembled slightly, and the white mist dissipated completely in an instant, only the white mist under the player's feet, like an isolated island, was preserved, allowing the player to sit on the vip In your seat, continue to watch this scene.

The white mist dissipated, and the boundless sea of ​​corpses below was completely exposed to the players.

The sea of ​​corpses is layer upon layer, boundless, as if it contains a whole world.

The player was shocked by this scene, and before he had time to comment, he heard a sigh in his mind.

The other party just sighed, and the next second the white mist revived, covering the sea of ​​corpses again.

The plankton that had exhausted the starlight instantly changed from the size of a thumb to a behemoth the size of the entire space.

The player stands on the fog, compared to the dust, looking up at the opponent, unable to see the end of the opponent.

But they can clearly see the countless soul fires in the plankton's belly. Those soul fires grow with the size of the opponent's body. At this moment, they are already the size of a head, swaying slightly in the opponent's translucent body.

The player stared dumbfounded for a few minutes before reacting suddenly.

It's not that the plankton grow bigger on their own initiative, but the soul fires they swallow make the other party have to grow so big to accommodate them.

Because the soul fire is still getting bigger, the opponent is still getting bigger.

The space here seems to be endless, no matter how big the opponent gets, they can't reach the end.

Seeing the plankton turn from the sky into a wall - because the volume is so large that all the player can see is an extremely huge wall.

If a living thing just came here, I'm afraid it will never be able to figure out what this light-emitting wall is made of, and will only think that the environmental structure here is just like this.

After the plankton could no longer grow bigger—or to be precise, the plankton couldn’t break through the space here with the soul fire, and had to be limited by the limit of the space, this endless growing behavior suddenly fell curtain.

The wall suddenly cracked, and countless huge flames emerged from the wall, faintly scattered in the white mist, and in the blink of an eye, it changed back to the appearance of the star sea composed of countless soul fires that the player saw at the beginning, flickering in the white mist .

And the cracked wall slowly fell from the sky, stretching for countless miles with no end in sight.

The players winked.

"ended?"

"Plankton dead?"

"Isn't this thing an undead creature?"

The players looked at the falling wall in unison, only to slowly condense several translucent shells on those layers of skin, still the size of a thumb, and a familiar figure could be vaguely seen in the shells.

The shell emerged and then disappeared. Within a few minutes, the shell burst, and a strip-shaped organism a little smaller than a thumb crawled out of it. It was the plankton seen just now.

The other party grows against the wind, and after a few minutes of crawling out of the shell, it returns to its original appearance.

The players looked at each other in blank dismay: Undead fights are really interesting, co-authoring such a big show, is it just a waste of time?

When you come and go in the abyss of the undead, the distant kingdom is also having a dialogue.

He Xingwen stood up and invited the devil to meet the guests who came from afar—of course, the main function of the devil is to open space to teleport.

The black hole unfolded at the border between the endless forest and the floating abyss. He Xingwen traveled a long distance to the end of the endless forest, and saw the strange existence form of the floating abyss at a glance.

At the end of the endless forest is a bottomless abyss.

Looking down, you can't see the end of the abyss, you can only vaguely see a little bit of light emerging from the darkness, and looking at the abyss, you can only see boundless darkness, as if nothing exists further in the abyss.

From the map point of view, it is true.

Except for the jump of Man Xing in the space level, and the continuous cycle from one end of the continent to the other, there is really nothing behind the floating abyss.

The white mist floated above the floating abyss. After seeing He Xingwen appearing, the white mist floated slightly.

The light and shadow standing beside He Xingwen looked at each other, and the database antivirus program automatically started, obliterating the consciousness that should have entered He Xingwen's mind.

He Xingwen didn't know what happened. He saw the white mist moving slightly, and then the words made of white mist appeared. He thought that the other party planned to communicate in this way, so he carefully looked at the words made of white mist.

"Your people are visitors from another world, and there are alien life forms beside you, but you are human?"

A different kind of life form... He Xingwen looked at the light and shadow, and his eyes met, and he couldn't help being silent for a little longer.

Although He Tong didn't speak, and He Xingwen didn't say anything, after looking at each other briefly, He Xingwen naturally looked away.

But for some reason, the demon always felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

He Xingwen asked the other party: "What about human beings?"

The white mist moved slightly, and the text changed: "You are not human."

He Xingwen has encountered many intelligent creatures who guessed that he is not human, and he is used to this situation: "But obviously, I am indeed human."

The other party confessed frankly: "I can't see your death. All human beings have an end, but you don't. So you are not human."

He Xingwen froze in place. Considering the identity of the other party, the credibility of the other party's words was obviously higher than that of other people, so that He Xingwen could not refute the other party firmly.

He paused for a few seconds, then continued: "What do you mean you can't see my death...you mean I won't die?"

"There are many kinds of existences that cannot see death, not only undead creatures."

Bai Wu quickly changed the text: "But only human beings are excluded. Their lives are pitifully short, but they will dissipate in hundreds of years, and death is close at hand..."

Hundreds of years is actually quite a long time...

He Xingwen swallowed this rant back, believed it for two or three minutes, and then continued to ask: "Then what are you and me?"

The white mist paused for a few seconds: "How many types of life are there? How vast is the number of universes? How can anyone know everything?"

He Xingwen cast his eyes on He Tong again.

He Tong knew what he was thinking, and his tone was firm: "You are definitely not the God of Creation."

Then what am I?

This question lingered on He Xingwen's lips, but he didn't say it. This is actually not such an important answer.

He has talked about crossing dimensions when he is in love, but now he is just suspicious of his own species...

He Xingwen put it to the back of his mind, and continued to talk about business with the other party: "How are my people talking with you?"

The white mist continued to float: "I just woke up, so I came to take a look at you and your kingdom."

He Xingwen was about to say something, but saw the white mist change again.

"I originally thought that when I woke up again, it would be time to change to another world, but I didn't expect that the world remained the same, but the land of God's Fall became so lively."

He Xingwen shut his mouth.

"I can't help the living. If you need help after death, you can come to me."

He Xingwen hesitated to speak.

The other party didn't have the self-knowledge that he said something nonsense, probably in his eyes, life and death are just two states, not the end.

He Xingwen remembered the conversation that was interrupted before the other party appeared, and asked his opinion: "The worm mother is located in the wormhole, can you help?"

"Is she dead?"

"No."

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you."

It seems that the undead can't be used either, so who should I find to fight the worm mother?While thinking, He Xingwen said, "So you just came to take a look?"

"I'm here to establish a connection with the kingdom." The other party said: "When the creatures in the kingdom die, I will take them away."

He Xingwen thinks that the other party may have misunderstood the meaning of the four words "to establish a connection", of course, it may also be caused by the misunderstanding caused by the words used in translation by different cultures.

After all, He Xingwen simply wanted to open a map. If the undead creatures were not too strong, he could serve as a reserve for the Beast God Field, just in case.

However, He Xingwen doesn't know whether the undead creatures are strong or not, but their boss is strong enough to deter all unnecessary thoughts.

Normal people come up one-on-one, but this guy comes up and directly opens a map of the whole continent, who can provoke it?

The other party's text continued: "The contributions they made to this world are worth living after death, not just disappearing."

He Xingwen's heart skipped a beat: "God Slayer?"

"God Slayer?" The other party obviously didn't know what the word represented: "If you're talking about them, they once carried a part of this world."

He Xingwen frowned slightly, and immediately changed his position: "Then I'll leave it to you then."

The white mist floated, forming a new text: "We have established a connection."

He Xingwen seriously suspected that this translation did not meet Yaxinda's standards, but he could understand it, so He Xingwen also nodded.

After making an appointment with the npc, the other party continued to chat and said, "Fortunately, I couldn't see your death."

He Xingwen had several question marks about the other party's sudden emotion, was he conquered by his charisma so quickly?

"You carry a part of this world on your body." The other party said: "You keep this world from going to destruction."

He Xingwen thought modestly: In fact, he just saved the world a few times casually.

After a long time, He Xingwen realized why the standard of translation is accurate enough, because the translation is not accurate enough, which will cause major problems in the communication between the two parties in the dialogue.

This is a bloody example. The other party has already told him the answer, but he still doesn't know anything at this time.

Doing reading comprehension on a translation is a very stupid thing to do, especially when the content of the translation even spans different worlds.

But at this time, they happily interrupted the conversation, and He Xingwen, who felt that he had been praised a lot by the other party, reciprocated the courtesy and praised the other party a wave.

The white mist that lasted for tens of minutes slowly dissipated, announcing that the undead emperor who had woken up regained his sight.

"So, the problem before us now is who else can be an enemy who can delay time, cause pressure, and not easily die under the counterattack of the worm mother?"

Nubida seemed to be a little distracted, He Xingwen realized after he finished his words for a while, and motioned forward, "Since the undead don't meddle in the affairs of the living, it doesn't mean that the plankton don't meddle in the affairs of the living, right?"

He Xingwen didn't think plankton was a good choice. After all, there were lessons learned from the undead. As another undead creature, plankton would not be interested in such things.

There is something floating under the endless abyss.

The second after He Xingwen and the others cast their gazes, the group of figures suddenly crossed the space and appeared in front of them.

A translucent creature the size of a thumb, long and strip-shaped, without any organs, from the appearance alone, it is not threatening.

What is this?

He Xingwen stared at the little plankton for two seconds. Considering that the other party appeared on his own initiative, he simply asked, "Are you interested in the insect mother?"

The system kills the poison again, erasing the consciousness that tried to enter He Xingwen's brain.

Thus, the tiny plankton formed words in front of He Xingwen.

"Not interested." The other party spelled out slowly: "Too weak."

He Xingwen hadn't figured out what kind of confidence Plankton had in saying the word "too weak" when something happened suddenly.

"Can you kill me?"

Accompanied by this interrogative sentence, are the plankton that suddenly crossed the border and came towards He Xingwen.

In an instant, the kingdom was furious and everything roared.

Light and Shadow stretched out his hand, but was easily passed by the other party in an instant.

Nubida took a few steps forward, but it was useless, and he couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed across the space.

In an instant, before the kingdom's anger could accumulate, the seemingly harmless plankton hit the target.

He Xingwen's eyes widened, and in a slight pain, he felt a real sense of absurdity: the master of the undead, the master of death, just swore that he would not see his death.

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