Crimson Blood Coffin

"That box is a drawing for the construction of the altar, which is the preliminary drawing for the nightmare altar we are using at this time, and the box also records the hiding place of another nightmare altar."

LaVar felt a little stuck in his memories. It would be a long time before he knew the value of this blueprint, but this was only the beginning of his story with the Deserted City.

"We are not the only ones who believe in that great existence. Countless deep-water aliens have a high chance of having certain information entanglements with that existence at specific frequencies. The power of hymns is not that simple. In that song When it appeared, most of the great and unknown races had conflicting thoughts of wanting to believe in the other party to gain asylum, but also fearing that they would fall into crazy beliefs that they could not extricate themselves from. "

"The Nightmare Altar exists like this, but such an altar also has an upper limit. There is no place to vent the entangled information. In the process of continuous accumulation, it will cause greater problems. But using the biochemical technology of the Migo tribe It's different. Create a biochemical mechanical device that can perfectly harvest dreams, and then match it in the nightmare altar to prevent nightmares from coming, and have a place to vent nightmares. Perfect faith will not have side effects. "

LaVar's face was smiling, as if the idea came from him.

However, the reality is indeed him,

After the former great elder disappeared, this altar had become his personal property. The remaining gill people elders did not know the existence of this interesting thing. Laval, who had taken it for his own use, waited for a while and then He built a simple nightmare altar privately, and I have to say that the ability to evolve his bloodline and reshape himself really gave him a brand new look. He was also fortunate that the treasures he had been rewarded before included some fragments of real deep divers, allowing him to effortlessly Successfully ascending to the throne, he became the Great Elder with the purest bloodline here.

Looking at Fakeyu in front of him, Laval also restrained some information slightly. As long as the other party knew the general information, the private information he had hidden and shared with the Migo tribe would not need to be exposed too much, and in the future Basically, similar situations will never happen again.

"The former great elder disappeared from our sight like this, and the rest of us are also the only remaining gill people this time. We witnessed the birth of the Desolate City amidst the destruction and reshaping."

Having said this, Laval showed slight respect to the Migo next to him.

"But we are not intact. We who were hiding in the waterways were also attacked by the death force. It's just that we were lucky. As the last batch of affected creatures, we happened to meet this man who came to investigate. Migo, under the protection of his power, completely escaped this innocent disaster after losing only three or four Gill people guards."

That overwhelming power of death,

In Fakeyu's words, it is the power of death that is full of the power of creation, leaving it to death to survive? No! That's not the case. The power of death, which has been completely separated from the simple concept of human life, has become a power of death independent of any substance after being materialized.

This is what Migo told Laval. Everything in front of him had to surprise him.

This is not the power of gods. There is no such greatness in it, but it has a creative power that cannot be ignored. Perhaps as long as you wait for a period of time, this power will achieve greatness. Even if it is only the greatness of a lower level, it is an existence that transcends everything. .

But it is obvious that there is no source in that power, it is just dry and spreading outwards, blocking the great aura that destroys the entire city.

Success and failure,

Both parties disappeared, and the City of Desolation also appeared in this world. From the creation of death, from the power of death that is completely independent of any material, everything was reborn, and everything was reborn. Reshape, follow the original connection of this city, reshape all the creatures in this disaster, and produce immortals like Baden!

"Lord Fake, there are three types of gill people in the deserted city. One type of primitive gill people who stubbornly resisted became even more crazy after being disturbed by great dreams and beliefs. Coupled with the special environment in this dead city, , the crazy things are even more serious.”

Laval glanced at Fakiyu for a moment, crazy, indeed this is also a crazy master, those gleaming lights from the opponent's eyes are not the muddy look of those gill people.

"The second category is the gill people among us who escaped into the dead city. Many of them tried to use the dead city to reappear their lost lovers, and then used the environment of the dead city to simulate a false nightmare altar. A large amount of energy is used to maintain the entire operation. This group of gills is nothing to worry about. Most of them cannot come in and out at will and must stay in a fixed place to continuously provide energy output for the entire environment. "

"As for the third category, they are the gill people sent out among us." Laval bowed his head slightly to Fake, and continued: "Lord Fake, the deep divers who awakened in the nightmare altar before you are also They are all there, with cold blood flowing and faith stabilizing the fortress to resist the invasion of the dead city. This is where they are most suitable to explore.”

"Explore? Is there anything we need in the dead city?"

Fakyu asked, seeing that Laval did not feel any discomfort towards the so-called pre-awakened deep divers.

"We suspect that the former great elder is still alive!" Laval raised his head and looked at Fakyu and Migotaiser beside him. His inner desire was completely exposed: "He is not dead! Some of those crazy gill people have shouted his name crazily! So he must be hiding somewhere secretly!"

"Moreover! He went to the dead city alone and was unwilling to come out, which means there must be a bigger secret!"

Greed,

The pupils of Laval's human face exuded endless brilliance. In the illusion, it seemed to reflect a city, the mysterious and extremely desolate dead city that changed him.

"Then what about him? Why did this Migo tribe help us?" Fakyu was indeed very interested in what Laval said, but when he suddenly interrupted, Laval held back the words that were blocked in his mouth again.

"Great God-Waiting Master, I only had some contact with this fellow gill man before. This time, I appeared here again after receiving his invitation and some cooperation between my race and the Royal City."

"Oh~ is that so~", Fakuyu pretended that he really just knew it, but then asked: "So are you willing to tell me what kind of cooperation you have with the Royal City?"

Fakuyu was a little tired of listening to so many words from Laval, but in fact, he was just doing things for his own selfish desires. It would be better to listen to more interesting things here.