Twenty Sided Dice

There is only very thin air on the "Void Ship" built from corpses, so the sound is hollow and heavy. [77nt.] The Skeleton Legion marched neatly, marching on the uneven ground, and didn't stop until the bronze gate. Then, they entered the hall one by one and sat on the throne in turn.

No one pays attention to Siegel, and the silence here is maddening. The heads on the surrounding walls continuously shoot down beams, carving out the skeletons. Some succeeded, others couldn't stand the makeover, melted like candles, and flowed from their thrones.

None of the skeletons hesitated because of the failure of their predecessors, they lined up neatly and accepted the challenge of transformation without hesitation.

Siegel quietly observed the transformation process. None of the patterns on these soldiers are as complex as their own, and none of them are more intense in color. He found some stronger, more solidly constructed skeletons, with slightly more intricate patterns and longer modifications, but still less than half as long as Siegel.

The longer the time, the greater the chance of failure, and even those strong skeletons will be destroyed in the transformation. Only about half of the skeletons will be able to level up, they will get up from the throne and leave.

Siegel waited patiently, silence and order being his greatest helpers. He said to himself in his heart: Don't do sudden and chaotic movements, some of these here are regular. Observing, learning, imitating, and finding a way to go back after finding out the details. First, let Nekos think of himself as one of them, but he must remember his true identity deep in his heart, and remember the feeling of being alive.

The last skeleton soldier came up and sat on the throne. It fails. Siegel hurriedly walked two steps, pretending to follow the previous successfully remodeled skeleton, following every step of the way.

He infiltrated the ranks of the skeleton warriors, left the throne room, and set foot on the purple-red ground here. Because of the use of corpse transformation. The ground here is a little soft to step on, the thick stratum corneum is resilient, and the green plasma circuit is buried a finger's distance below the ground, constantly emitting a green light.

Above the ground, things looted from various Honkai worlds are scattered. Originally it was supposed to be a tall palace, but now there are only broken and fallen columns and scattered masonry. Those originally holy and beautiful figures stared around with twisted faces; in the labyrinth of ruins, a few lucky grasses squatted in the mud-there is no sun and no water, they will soon be gone. to dry up and die. 92Ks.Com

Siegel saw the shadows of many corpses, which had the physical characteristics of men, women, and children. It was branded on the walls and stamped into the ground. Most of them had bows on their backs and claws on their fingers, curled up in pain, apparently having tasted the pain before death. Several skeletons held mop-like utensils, brushed their shadows, and screwed them into gray lead buckets, not knowing how they would be used.

There are skeleton soldiers everywhere, slicing the ruins into small pieces like moving ants. Move it little by little. Siegel saw the mucous blood clots buried under the masonry, now thick and turbid, with no shape at all. The splendor and vitality of the past. Now they are rubble and memories, lingering in the void like digested food.

In addition to these wrecks, tall black slates can be seen everywhere, twisted and upright on the ground, like tombstones on a mass grave. The smooth and flat surface of the slate shone with green lines, giving it the feeling of an epitaph. This is almost identical to the slate found underground in the rift area of ​​Heimland.

The team of skeleton soldiers moved forward. Quietly looked around. In addition to the human-shaped skeletons, there are also crawling skeletons with beetle-like shells, executioner skeletons with sharp blades on their arms, and dragon-head skeletons with tails and wings behind them. They are silent and busy. Decompose the wreckage of a world like a vulture eats a corpse.

The Void Ship floated silently in the void, unaware that it was moving. until a reference is raised from the "horizon". It was a broken island, almost three times the size of Heim's Land, torn from its original world, and was making a circular motion around the "Void Ship". Villages, castles, and roads leading to fields can be seen in the distance, and low hills are surrounded by fruit-laden trees. There was not a drop of water in the criss-crossing channels, only dry sand and gravel remained in the channel.

Everything that didn't catch the ground floated, including water, livestock, cargo piled outside the house, and the aboriginal people. They were attracted, left their original land, and floated in the direction of the "Void Ship", forming a broken river in the middle. But without the help of magic, flesh and blood cannot survive in the void, so the livestock and aboriginal people all swelled in the middle, exploded like squashed balloons, and turned into blood plasma.

When they got to the Voidship's side, they fell like hailstones, crackling against the cuticle, and many of the plasma lines were damaged in the impact. The various skeletons of Nykes will rush forward, sorting and sorting the attracted substances, while constantly repairing the damaged ground. Siegel thought of the maggots clinging to the corpse, as crowded and busy as the scene before him. He resisted the discomfort in his heart and forced himself to watch.

There was a humming sound, like a swarm of bees flying by. It turned out to be a beetle-like Nexian with transparent wings as thin as cicada wings, carrying the skeleton warriors and taking off, killing the floating continent. Three Aboriginal people are holding sticks and fighting with skeleton warriors. They are muscular and shrouded in a luminous, inexplicable energy that allows them to fly through the air, providing protection and piercing through the defenses of skeleton warriors. In terms of martial arts, they are all above the skeleton warriors in terms of strength, speed, and skill, but the gap in numbers is simply too great. Soon, they were submerged by the tide of thousands of skeletons, and the screams of death seemed to be heard across the void.

The bodies of the three of them and the parts of the skeleton warriors they demolished were also transported back and placed on the black slate. Under the shroud of green light, the skeleton warrior was quickly reassembled and repaired, and stood up tremblingly. The color of the engravings on their bodies has become lighter, as if they are defective. These skeleton warriors have the opportunity to continue to undergo transformation, and if they fail, they will be transformed into basic wax-soluble substances and reshaped.

Siegel seized the opportunity to leave the team and stood beside the three aboriginal corpses. He wanted to know the abilities of Nexus and the purpose of the slate. Plasma climbed up the corpse, corroded the flesh, and gradually peeled away from the bones, before being carried away by the skeleton warriors. A thumb-sized flaming soul crystal condensed from the chest of the corpse, and was quickly picked up by the passing beetle skeleton and sent to the throne hall. Everything proceeded in an orderly manner until only a complete skeleton remained in front of the slate.

Then, the green engraving slowly climbed up to form the simplest swirl pattern. Another new Nex warrior stood up and joined the army of skeletons waiting to be upgraded.

In the head-shaped throne hall, the next batch of Nekos warriors began to enter and exit. At this rate, the number will soon reach hundreds of thousands. How can such a powerful army resist? Siegel couldn't figure it out, at least with a mortal army there was no hope.

The power of the gods can withstand these armies, but the Lord will not give them the opportunity to interfere in the mortal battle. According to Monroe, the only way to survive is to save yourself. Siegel knew his prayers to God had never worked, and each time he had to rely on himself and the twenty-sided dice on his chest. He began to understand that becoming undead and plasma immunity were very important abilities, much more important than Void survival.

He wants to find the "top spire" of the "Void Ship", where there are devices and portals to search various worlds. The ready General Nekos will also set off from there, set foot on the teleportation stone slab, and go to the world that will be destroyed. They will cooperate with the master to close the kingdom of God and speed up its destruction process, thereby creating more shadows of the dead. There is a map of the route for positioning, there is the "boundary map" and "boundary gate" of Nekos, and there is a way home.

Such an important place must be the area that dominates the focus, what should we do?

It's an adventure, far more dangerous than in the Orc City Macabuda. He is very aware of this, so he carefully observes, trying to blend in with the surrounding environment. He walked through streets, ruins, through the "rain of blood". As long as there is a place where the Nex warriors appear, he will go to see it.

The entire "Void Ship" has a length of fifty miles, which firmly attracts the surrounding matter, so as not to let Siegel fall into the void. He walked from one end to the other, looking around for what Monroe called "the spires of the Voidship." But on the surface of the Void Ship ~www.readwn.com~ there is no place that can be called a "spire": there are round and gentle hills everywhere, except for the stone tablet, there is nothing higher and sharper.

Siegel went all the way to the end of the Void Ship, which was narrower and thinner than the other end, so it was called the end by Siegel. Looking out from this direction, the endless black void fills all eyes, and even as a skeleton, there is a feeling of loneliness and fear. For a while, Siegel stood blankly, letting this emotion grab him. The green lines on his body kept flickering, getting brighter and brighter, like a lamp trying to illuminate the void.

Staring at the unchanging scenery can make one forget the passage of time, and being a skeleton without warnings of fatigue, hunger and thirst will make it worse. The endless void attracts everything, including the souls of living beings. Unconsciously, it will pull Siegel's mind out of his eyes, the longer it pulls, the longer it will gradually dissipate into the darkness.

Siegel stood for a long time, like a lifeless sculpture. It wasn't until the green light on him flashed like a beacon that he was alerted. Siegel retracted his gaze, berated himself for being careless, and was sufficiently alert to the void. He took a few steps back and left the end of the Void Ship.

At this time, he heard a weak voice from under his feet, and said in a stiff dragon language: "Help!" (To be continued)