Chapter 355: Don’t know how to live or die

Gris hung in the air, facing the barbarian demigod from afar. His soul was connected to the spirit of the god of war, to all the people who had souls connected to him, to Samorson,

His power is limited, but when he connects himself with the entire huge network of faith, he becomes a powerful whole.

A constant stream of power gathered towards him.

Among them, Samolson was the one who helped him the most.

This powerful immortal king has the same power attribute as Gris, and is in the same space, and its power can be transmitted almost without loss.

The Samorson, who had a solid form, had a helpless and bitter expression on his face. Under the imprint of his soul, he could not even control his own strength and could not refuse such a plundering behavior.

After forcibly replacing the consciousness of the God of War Spirit, Gris could clearly sense that the power of faith that was continuously dedicated to the faith network composed of the dwarfs who believed in the God of War Spirit as the node, and the dwarfs who believed in the God of War, formed a group of faith of 200,000 far beyond Gris' imagination. He was still an ordinary upper immortal creature not long ago, but when he appeared, he stood at the level of a demigod and touched the mysterious and magical realm.

From the perspective of a golden skeleton, this power is huge, but from the perspective of a demigod, these powers seem a bit insignificant, and it is estimated that it will cost more than half of the time to continue its own consumption.

But no matter what, Gris truly understands where the gods are powerful. A god of war with only 200,000 believers can have such a huge contribution to the original power of faith. What about the god of light with hundreds of millions of believers? What about the goddess of life? How powerful should their strength be?

In fact, Gris' deep soul connection is also a kind of network of faith, but more compulsory connection. It is just that this deep soul connection is connected with some undead creatures whose conscious activities are not full of conscious activities. Those low-level undead skeletons are either eating or sleeping. Even conscious lichs and undead have no high-level pursuits. Their mental activities are not strong, and the group thoughts they produce are also not strong.

Fortunately, the immortal kings did not rely on the power of faith to gain power. They rely more on the soul energy transmitted by this deep connection. Although the effect is a bit poor, there will never be any such thing as a believer's belief collapse, converting to others or becoming atheism.

Gris, who masters both methods, can use either method to strengthen himself at any time. At the same time, both methods are used, which means he needs huge power.

The breath continued to grow and the power continued to gather. When it reached a certain point, Gris opened his mouth, and balls of soul fire were spit out by him, constantly exploding in the air, turning into countless fine dots, like flying drizzles.

He had done the same thing once in Noutriumburg, but it was definitely not as spectacular as it was. Countless purple fine dots floated away, covering this huge underground space that could not be seen at first sight, dyeing the black into bright purple.

More than one million thoughtless souls are nurtured here, which means that more than one million barbarians are buried here, that is, more than one million strong bones. Among so many races in the human world, the barbarians are the strongest physique and are destined to be the most suitable source of body.

However, it is hard to imagine how difficult it is to reincarnate for more than one million bodies at one time. Gris Noutramburg's reincarnation of tens of thousands of humans was almost exhausted and almost fell down. Now it is going to reincarnate dozens of times.

If it were before, it would be impossible, but now he is no longer the same. The 230,000 souls of thought have strengthened his soul to an incredible strength, and can even overwhelm the mind of the God of War. Such a powerful soul can completely support him to release a large amount of soul fire, not to mention that there are Samorson and the God of War as a backing, so there is no need to worry about the lack of energy.

The reincarnation skeleton is different from the reincarnation lich. The reincarnation lich requires an immortal sacrifice, which takes about seven days to completely merge the soul and the body. However, the reincarnation skeleton does not need to be so troublesome. The body is already ready-made. As long as the soul injects the energy to provide action, the skeleton can wake up.

The purple light spots floating all over the sky kept sinking into the ground, and the graves trembled one after another, and the gravel covered on them kept raising, falling, raising, and falling. Finally, gray-white hand bones penetrated the grave and came out.

These hand bones tug at the gravel that buried it with force. When the gravel was almost clear, the grave suddenly bulged to the highest point, and then a tall and strong white bone skeleton collapsed with a bang.

One after another, the skeletons jumped out of the grave. After a while, the entire underground space turned into a sea of ​​skeletons. One million undead creatures gathered in the same space. Ordinary people could not hear the sound, but Gris and others could clearly sense the fluctuations brought by their unintentional soul ups and downs. The fluctuations brought by millions of souls gathered together and eventually formed the sound of a soul roar like a landslide and tsunami.

Looking at the immortal skeletons gathered at his feet, Gris felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. In the world of death, he had accumulated more than 30,000 people in a desperate world, but now in a blink of an eye, one million more, which is so cool. These are the foundations for him to become an immortal king. Without a huge number of people, how can he be called an immortal king?

"Who are you?" Suddenly, with a roar of pride, the two and the beast appeared in the distance of the underground space. One of them was a savage man who was as tall as three meters tall, surging with a strange power, and was carrying a helmet made of a white bear's head.

The White Bear is a level 6 monster of the generation and growth of the wilderness. It is thick in skin and thick in flesh, good at ice and snow magic, and has very strong strength. In the customs of barbarians, only leaders above Youchang are qualified to wear the White Bear helmet. Obviously, this person who is just in the barbarian clan is as strong as the sword saint.

Another barbarian with a thin body, holding a wooden stick in his hand and riding on a giant green wolf. He looked ordinary, but everyone knew that among the barbarians who were powerful warriors in the whole clan, only the shamans who were more noble than You would use wooden sticks as weapons. Shamans can communicate with the world and use any power at will, which is a more strange profession than magicians.

Gris turned his head and looked at it. Both the Grand Priest and Chi were indifferent and had no reaction. In addition, Samolson was gone. In addition, except that he was distracted by the reincarnation of the skeleton, the others must have known that the arrival of these two beasts had long been ignored because they were not worth paying attention to it.

The two of them dared to jump out and roar at Gris and others. They were not only unable to recognize the situation, but also had a high opinion of themselves.
Chapter completed!