Minecraft: Starting With The Awakening Block Puppet Master

Deep Valley of Soul Sand!

The sound of the collision of bones came one after another, and the strong withering power almost made the place barren. At a glance, everything was filled with corrupted soul sand.

It's hard to imagine that there are any living beings living here.

On a nether fortress that spans east and west, there are countless withered skeletons patrolling back and forth.

Once they discover a foreign invasion, they will immediately enter a state of war.

In the center of the fortress is a very strange main hall building. The top of the main hall is filled with withered skulls!

In the main hall, the Withering King sat on the throne, looking down with indifferent eyes.

There is an old man in purple robes beside him. It is worth mentioning that under this old man's cloak are not black bones, but the white color of a normal skeleton.

Under the main hall, some skeleton soldiers were kneeling in twos and threes. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look at their king, as if they were afraid of something.

"Have you gathered the hundred pig spirits I want today?" The Wither King said leisurely in a cold voice.

"If you want to reply to the king, there is only one left to go!" the leader of the withered soldiers replied tremblingly.

"Oh? One more to go?"

The Wither King opened his eyes. He was very dissatisfied with this answer, and the karma in the skull's eyes was filled with anger.

"King, don't worry, we are looking for you, wait for an hour, we will definitely catch you..."

Before the wither soldier could explain, a big black hand suddenly grabbed him, and the extremely rich power of wither immediately enveloped him.

"No! King! Spare my life, I know I was wrong, spare...ah!!!"

The big hand continued to shrink, and the sound of bones breaking mixed with the screams of skeletons were annihilated in the black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the black smoke was quickly recovered and returned to the Wither King's body.

The withered soldier just now has disappeared, leaving only a solitary withered head.

"Trash, there are so many piglins in the Crimson Forest, you can't catch a hundred piglins every day, you are just a bunch of trash!"

The Wither King waved his newly grown arm, which was still a little uncomfortable to use.

The withered soldiers in the audience were so frightened that they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

There are indeed many piglins in the Crimson Forest, but they have to be able to get in.

The golden ax of the pig spirit barbarian is not a vegetarian!

The wither soldiers looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

Recently, their king broke an arm and needed a lot of withered bones to repair his body.

As long as there is a small thing that makes the Withering King unhappy, the final outcome will be to merge with the King!

"Someone, take down this head and place it on the top of the hall as a warning! By the way, bring up the ninety-nine pig spirits today."

"yes!"

As if they had found a savior, three or two wither soldiers rushed to pick up the heads of their companions on the ground, hoping to use them to get out of here.

When the purple-robed old man saw this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and said: "As the king of a clan, he actually uses his own people to repair his body. It's ridiculous! It's really ridiculous!"

The Wither King slowly looked at the purple-robed old man. He was not angry because of the other man's ridicule, but looked a little surprised.

"No matter how you look at it, you are just an ordinary skeleton."

The purple-robed old man chuckled, tapping the beat gently with his fingers, and said in a lazy voice.

"Whether I am ordinary or not is not the point!"

"The point is, I can sit here and communicate with you as an equal, right?"

The purple-robed old man's words were thorny and did not give the Withering King any face at all.

The karma fire in the eyes of the Withering King kept flickering, but he was still unable to detect the true and false nature of the other party, and in the end he had no choice but to give up.

Some time ago, after he failed to block the door, the purple-robed old man approached the Withering King on his own and claimed that he had a way to become a god.

At first, the Wither King didn't believe it. He had been exploring the realm of demigods for most of his life, but he still couldn't find a way to go any further.

The other party was just an ordinary skeleton from the upper world, so how could he possibly know how to become a god?

But the fact slapped him hard on the spot.

The purple-robed old man not only gave the idea of ​​becoming a god, he also took out a box with the aura of a god.

The divine breath on the box is very weak and can be blown away by a gust of wind, but the Wither King is certain that it is the divine breath.

That was a state he could not reach after groping for most of his life.

The Wither King felt as if he was frozen in place, a surge of anger constantly rising in his heart, and his voice was cold and hoarse.

"You said that the fundamental reason why the Wither clan cannot become gods is because we have no flesh and blood?"

The old man in purple robe nodded and replied.

"Yes, you, the Wither clan, gave up your flesh and blood and specialized in the power of Wither. This in itself is a very biased approach. Wanting to become an omniscient and omnipotent god is simply a fool's errand!"

"Hmph!" The Wither King snorted coldly, reached out and smashed the throne on his left, gritting his teeth.

"So I followed your method. I have been sucking the flesh and blood of a hundred piglins every day for this month. Why is there no movement in the realm!"

The purple-robed old man didn't take it seriously, and continued to speak without even looking at the Withering King.

"One hundred piglins per day are too little flesh and blood, and one month is also too short. As the king of the Withering Clan, you don't even have this patience!"

King Wither suppressed the anger in his heart. As the king of his clan, he was always a little uncomfortable being despised by an outsider.

"Your method better work, otherwise you will die miserably!"

The purple-robed old man did not answer this time, but looked at the ninety-nine pig spirits who were brought into the hall.

"Let's get started! The flesh and blood sacrifices are a bit lacking today!"

The Wither King's eyes were cold, and he condensed a black nether star from his body, which was the origin of his wither.

The next moment, countless tentacles stretched out and plunged straight into these half-dead pig spirits.

The pig spirit screamed in pain.

Their fat bodies were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, even their bones were eroded into ashes by the power of withering and dissipated invisible.

The Wither King closed his eyes and enjoyed the flesh and blood flowing into his body.

Then he suddenly let out a breath of black air, as if it had hurt his origin.

"You're kidding me! The corrosion of decay is in conflict with flesh and blood. How can you improve your realm by absorbing flesh and blood!"

The Wither King suddenly realized something, and the murderous intent in his eyes was intense to the extreme.

If the purple-robed old man doesn't have a perfect explanation, he will definitely make the other person disappear in pain instantly.

The face of the purple-robed skeleton remained as calm as ever, as if he had no intention of explaining anything.

"court death!"

The Withering King roared angrily and raised his hand to kill the opponent!

Just when he was about to take action, his demigod cultivation that had not been touched for a hundred years suddenly became loose.