Chapter 1104: One-Hit Kill of the Mourning Undead Soldier

In a hidden place beside the teleportation array, Nai Ge muttered angrily: "It's not that the teleportation array opened at all. This damn skeleton just wanted to proceed to this step. As long as it can pollinate, it's fine. It's really annoying. I was still wondering why he was so active."

Anthony was quite understanding: "It's very normal. Origin Ancient Gods aren't that easy to resurrect. Proceeding to this step is already quite good."

"What's not easy? It might not be easy for others, but it might not be for him. Didn't you see him pinch a piece of Ketikalludi's skin? He must be up to something. Maybe he wants to transform himself." Nai Ge said.

Among the Origin Ancient Gods, the Space-Time Ancient Dragon was transformed by Ang using a dragon scale and the ultimate transformation technique of a druid.

Because the dragon race inherits through bloodline, after transforming into a Dragon God, one naturally obtains the inheritance of the Dragon God, mastering many dragon abilities that even Nai Ge hadn't mastered. These abilities in turn improved Ang's strength, evolving toward a Space-Time Ancient Dragon of a higher level than the Dragon God.

Everything originated from that dragon scale. Now Ang had pinched another piece of skin. God knows what he could transform into.

"If it really is an Origin Ancient God, then this is the eighth type of Origin power. What will the eighth type of Origin power be?" Anthony said.

"Then you have to ask Ang, otherwise who knows? Void Origins are only those few. Who would summarize these things for you?" Nai Ge said. Knowledge requires someone to summarize and record it before it can become knowledge.

Regarding Origin matters, Ang says it is, it is; says it isn't, it isn't. Others can't even see the power of Origin.

So regarding the Origin Ancient God here, it wasn't said by Ang, but a speculation based on Ang's attitude plus the fact that there were no Ancient Gods in this void. But in fact, there were Ancient Gods here, at least there was the Silent Magic Vine Mawaer.

And Ang's attitude was so active, they now knew why—the damn pollination Ancient God.

"I guess the Lord can't explain it clearly either. For us, Origin power is too hard to understand." Anthony said.

Nai Ge nodded: "That's true. When we shared his vision, we found that the void he saw was completely different from ours. With his expression ability, it would be strange if he could explain it clearly."

Ang saw various depressions, contractions, expansions, bulges, falls, etc., "fields" in the void, while they looked out and the void was empty.

Although they now all had pinhole imaging glasses, the imaging mechanism of pinhole glasses didn't directly observe Origin power, but inferred that there was Origin power there through the influence of Origin power on the outside world. The picture they saw was completely different from Ang's.

Ang saw what they couldn't see, plus Ang's expression ability, it was too hard to make a group of snowmen who had never seen fire understand what fire was.

"Doesn't matter. Anyway, the Lord's will is... here, here, someone is coming out." Before Anthony finished speaking, he saw ripples in the teleportation gate, and a team of people squeezed out.

Just now he said the teleportation array opened, but when they came over to look, what opened wasn't a teleportation array, but a teleportation gate. Everyone wasn't unfamiliar with teleportation gates. The membrane Ang passed through when he came from the Palace of Rest to the World Transit Station was a teleportation gate.

Compared to teleportation arrays, teleportation gates can be kept open, and the energy consumption is very small. Only when things pass through it will the consumption increase. The disadvantage is that the teleportation distance is short, the consumption is higher than teleportation arrays when teleporting the same mass, and the teleportation position is fixed, unlike teleportation arrays that can change coordinates at will.

"Why is there another teleportation gate? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Nai Ge complained. If it was a teleportation gate, it meant the distance wouldn't be very far.

"You didn't ask just now. I've never used a teleportation gate. How would I know there's another teleportation gate here." The Grand Speaker said.

This really couldn't be blamed on him. This was just a transit station for him and his master to communicate. Usually, consciousness was projected here to establish a teleportation channel. Who knew there was another teleportation gate.

This team of humans was moving things, moving boxes out one by one, stacking them aside first, and then returning to the teleportation gate to continue moving. After going back and forth a few times, this team of humans retreated to both sides and lined up, as if preparing to welcome some big shot.

The next moment, a Star-Born floated out of the teleportation gate.

Everyone's spirits were lifted. Anthony looked at the Grand Speaker for the first time and found that he subconsciously shrank his head, as if afraid of being discovered by the other party.

"You know him?" Anthony asked in a low voice.

"This is Nanmian." The Grand Speaker responded.

"Pfft... Nanmian Beimian, wouldn't there be Dongmian Ximian? Are you guys so perfunctory in naming?" Nai Ge couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The Grand Speaker said urgently: "Keep your voice down. He is not the kind of goods like Beimian. He will be discovered."

Nai Ge was indifferent: "Won't be discovered. There's a little sapling here. He is more powerful than Beimian?"

The Grand Speaker looked at the little sapling on Ang's head hesitantly, not quite understanding why it wouldn't be discovered if it was there. However, as long as there wasn't too much movement, it wouldn't be easy to be discovered at such a distance.

In order not to let Nai Ge laugh out loud again, the Grand Speaker explained in a low voice: "They are not on the same level at all. Beimian is just a spoiled child, relying on having a big toy to bully people everywhere. Nanmian is a true Star-Born, and his strength is very terrifying. I can't beat him."

Anthony and the others' expressions became solemn. They knew the Grand Speaker's strength. If even the Grand Speaker couldn't beat him, then this Nanmian's strength couldn't be underestimated.

"Then what about Dongmian and Ximian?" Nai Ge asked.

"No Dongmian or Ximian." The Grand Speaker responded angrily.

Just as they were muttering in a low voice, a team of humans wearing shackles and bracelets walked out of the teleportation gate, each carrying a coffin on their back. The style of the coffin was exactly the same as those the Grand Speaker was dragging.

"Hmm?" Anthony and Nai Ge were stunned for a moment, immediately put on pinhole imaging glasses, looked while saying: "There are fluctuations of Origin power. Grand Speaker, this is your kind of coffin."

"Not just coffins, these people carrying coffins are also Mourning Undead Soldiers, the kind without Origin power." Anthony reminded.

Those wearing shackles and bracelets were also not ordinary people; they were all Mourning Undead Soldiers. They carried heavy coffins on their backs, but didn't look strenuous at all, and even had the leisure to look around.

Everyone left the teleportation gate, and the teleportation gate closed. That Nanmian walked onto the teleportation array and began to adjust the coordinates of the teleportation array, preparing to start. Obviously, this was a transit transport, and this was not the final destination for those people.

Just as Nanmian was adjusting the teleportation array, an accident happened. Two of the Mourning Undead Soldiers carrying coffins suddenly exerted force, twisted each other's palms and feet, took off the shackles and bracelets, and reconnected their hands and feet.

Mourning Undead Soldiers are essentially mourning skeletons wrapped in skin and flesh. Damage to skin and flesh doesn't affect their actions. After reconnecting their hands and feet, they immediately carried the coffins and fled for their lives.

Nanmian reacted very quickly, kicked his feet, and shot toward the fleeing Mourning Undead Soldiers.

The two Mourning Undead Soldiers sensed Nanmian chasing them. One of them, who looked older, shouted: "I'll stop him, you run quickly. You might survive if you run to the Feilie Empire."

The younger one gritted his teeth and accelerated wildly without looking back.

The older Mourning Undead Soldier turned his hand and swung the coffin, smashing it at Nanmian's head.

Nanmian shrank slightly, and the forward-rushing figure stopped instantly. The coffin swept past the tip of his nose. He reached out and grabbed it, his fingers as if they had stretched, and he steadily hooked the other end of the coffin.

The older Mourning Undead Soldier obviously had martial arts skills. Finding the coffin hooked, he immediately twisted it.

One was a Lord of Mourning, one was a Secondary Origin. The strength was simply not something the coffin could bear, and it was directly twisted to pieces.

The Mourning Undead Soldier reached out his hands, grabbed the body inside the coffin, and swung it at Nanmian as a weapon.

Nanmian frowned, his figure retreated several bodies in a hurry, put his right hand behind his back, and said indifferently: "You made me angry."

"Oh? Angry? Then that's great. You imprisoned our father and son for hundreds of years, using various methods to refine us into such ugly living dead. I wish I could kill you." The Mourning Undead Soldier roared.

Nanmian didn't have any emotional fluctuations: "You made me angry, and I want to make you angry too. Is that your child? If he dies in front of you, will you be angry?"

Nanmian's words were a bit childish, like the tone of a child snatching a toy, but the content was hair-raising. The Mourning Undead Soldier subconsciously looked in the direction of the other Mourning Undead Soldier.

I saw that Mourning Undead Soldier had already entered the void, stepping on the void and fleeing quickly, leaving only a small dot. In a little while, he would disappear and completely leave the enemy's field of vision.

As long as I stop him for a little while, the older Mourning Undead Soldier thought in his heart.

The Mourning Undead Soldier, who was determined to die, swung the body in his hand and pounced on Nanmian.

Nanmian didn't collide with him head-on, but wandered around, his right hand behind his back, the energy reaction on his body getting stronger and stronger. Until more than ten seconds later, his right hand swung out abruptly, and a beam of light was swung out by his right hand, drawing a straight trajectory in the pitch-black void, landing on that small dot in the distance.

The small dot flashed and disappeared silently.

"Hiss—one-hit kill of a Mourning Undead Soldier? Charging for more than twenty seconds, what kind of attack is this? Origin power?" ===== CHAPTER 1105 =====