Chapter 449: The King's Rest Place

Samolson is an immortal king, a king with a strength comparable to that of a god. Under the protection of the immortal chariot and the magic tower, he is an invincible existence. With such a powerful existence, almost nothing can destroy them...

However, in order to invade the material plane, Samolson left the protection of the magic tower and the dragon chariot, focused on crossing the plane, projecting his power into the human world, and was finally tragically plotted against it.

All this has been proven, indeed Ankvas' conspiracy, his purpose was to lure these invincible beings out of the invincible world and turn them into those that can be destroyed.

Samolson, whose strength has been reduced by half, is no longer an invincible existence. With the strength accumulated over millions of years in the Death World, he easily repelled the first wave of attack from the Holy Light Legion, but how many waves can the Death World support?

Even a level thirteen-level Galena dared to challenge his kingly majesty. When the energy of the death world is exhausted and Ankvas comes personally, what should he take out to resist?

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In disordered areas, due to the chaos of force fields, the medium-sized teleportation array cannot be used. Now that it leaves the disordered area, there is naturally no such problem.

If it is a plane without coordinate points, it will need to fly over slowly in the world of nothingness. If there are coordinate points, just transmit it directly. Samolson is the clearest and brightest coordinates.

They are not particularly large creatures. Using the teleportation stone slab directly is enough to teleport these two people with one horse and one flaming phoenix.

When a twisted wave appeared again, Gris and others were already in a magnificent hall. The dome as high as a hundred feet high, the spacious hall was as high as the sky, and the spacious hall could not be seen at first sight.

There is a large round pit in the center of the hall, and countless bones are piled up there, probably more than 100,000, and more than half of them have crossed the ground, like a huge bone mountain. These bones are burning with blue soul fire, burning bones like flames.

The burning soul flames floated from time to time, and the flames condensed but did not dissipate, slowly rising and rising to the top of the sky.

There was a sky above the dome that was hundreds of feet high, and an elliptical sphere was supported by several pillars outside the dome. The slowly rising flame finally floated into the sphere.

The huge elliptical sphere burns with red flames on the outside, and there is also a hollow circular structure inside. The ellipse on the outside and the perfect circle on the inside are combined, and from a distance they look like an eyeball.

Gris knew where this place was, the Magic Tower, the tower of the Second Death World with the huge flame eyeballs, Samorson's soul resting place.

Samolson's powerful thought moved to Gris and others, paused for a moment, and quickly retreated to the opposite direction in the center of the hall. Looking in that direction, Gris saw the steps dozens of meters, extending hundreds of levels until the platform a hundred meters above the ground.

On the platform, there was a high-backed stone chair, full of the style of an undead creature, and the back of the chair and the hands were all shrill and wailing faces. These faces were not carved, but were directly condensed into the soul with a secret method, and the wailing sounds of the souls could be heard from afar.

The material that makes up the chair itself is a very rare requiem stone. This is a material with calmness and soul comforting ability. It is very rare. Even if there are, it is mostly scattered small pieces, like the one in front of you that can be carved into a chair. Gris has never even heard of it. The requiem stone alone is already a priceless treasure, let alone the soul condensed by the secret technique above.

Between wailing and soothing, the immortal soul can grow rapidly.

This is a chair with infinite effects on soul growth. If Gris, who was in the Golden Skeleton era, would probably be moved when he saw this chair. But now, this chair has no effect on him, and his soul has grown to the point where no matter how much external force is, it will not work.

The same is true for Samolson. The Throne of Requiem has no effect on him and has only become a symbol of simple power.

With his mind retracted to the chair, Samolson stood up from the chair, and his low voice sounded in the space: "Welcome to the world of death."

Compared with just leaving the human world, Samolson's soul became much more vigorous, probably recovering about 70% of his strength at his heyday. But that's all. If you want to restore your heyday's strength, you must go through a long period of accumulation.

But no matter what, it was at least much better than when he first left the material plane.

"Sa...Samoreson?" The Flame Phoenix was frightened and subconsciously made a defensive gesture, staring at the Immortal King in front of him vigilantly. As the second person in the Fire Source Realm, the Flame Phoenix had certainly heard of the Immortal King Sammoreson's great reputation.

This is a creature with the same level as the Fire Monarch, with a strength comparable to that of a god, but is even more cruel and evil in the legend. When he suddenly saw this legendary existence, the Flame Phoenix was instinctively frightened and guarded.

It had no idea that Gris' destination was here, and it would not have thought that he would meet Samorson here. In its mind, how could a newborn and mourning lord like Gris know a godlike existence like Samorson? Things are too far beyond its imagination.

Its vigilance made Samorson's eyes turn to its body and look at it deeply. In an instant, the flame phoenix seemed to have a feeling of being seen through the whole body.

"It is the elemental spirit in the realm of the fire source." Samolson said casually, and the sentence is an affirmative, not a question-based one.

The Flame Phoenix had heard of Samorson, but Samorson obviously had never heard of it. Just glanced through it and saw through its depth. A deep sense of powerlessness arose in the Flame Phoenix's heart. The powerful existence at the level of the king is indeed difficult to measure.

After coming back to his senses, the Flame Phoenix quickly put away its alert posture. In this case, no matter how alert it is, it cannot be a match for Samolson. Instead of making such an offensive posture, it is better to obey. Samolson will not make things difficult for no reason.

And from Samolson's tone, there was obviously no hostility.

Seeing that the Flaming Phoenix was so tactful, Samolson ignored it and turned to Gris and said, "Some things may need your help."

With a deep soul imprint, Samolson and Gris are already one, and you can get straight to the topic without much communication.
Chapter completed!