Chapter 106: Pain penetrates the sky! (merger)

A few dozen minutes ago, the corridor of the ruins of Wanzaijing was underground in the Hyliya Shroud Tower.

The heavy footsteps echoed in the extremely empty corridor, the black mist dissipated, and the air emitted a strong and unknown aura.

The walls of the hall were shattered and the floors collapsed. Countless gravel ruins were supported by dilapidated forces, and they were suspended in the air in an anti-gravity posture. If there was any mistake, they would step into the abyss and be eroded by the power of curses.

Planck held the musket in his right hand and the pirate scimitar in his left hand. He carefully followed the floating green skeleton undead, alerting the surroundings to covet himself, but due to the power of the holy stone and the holy objects of Baru, the Mist Walker dared not approach.

He accidentally stepped into the filthy mud. The black mud soaked in the upper, and Planck's face showed a disgusting expression, and then he glared at the dead soul in front of him fiercely.

"Thresh, where the hell are you going to take me?"

"Don't worry, we've arrived."

Thresh's voice was so sinister that he floated down the steps and came to the bottom floor of the hall he had just stepped into.

Planck remained vigilant and followed closely, standing in a position where he retained three positions with Thresh, and could respond to the attack and countermeasures as soon as possible.

The corrosive stench in the air is simply disgusting, but the air here is obviously much fresher than the slaughter docks that are specially slaughtered by sea monsters and are soaked in blood and oil all year round.

Planck sniffed, his thick eyebrows tightened, and he quickly adapted to the environment, "This is..."

Then, his eyes were attracted by a two-handled giant sword on the stone platform with black and green mud exposed in the middle of the bottom floor of the hall.

"The Soul-Devouring Blade, the Defeat King's Sword Muqing, Kamavia's weapon as the kings. With this giant sword, they conquered one country after another and laid the foundation for Kamavia's thousand-year prosperity."

Planck obviously didn't take Threstone's words to heart, "Puff... If this sword is really as powerful as you said, why haven't I even heard of that kingdom before?"

What a ignorant idiot!

Thresh opened his sharp-toned skeleton mouth and fell into a moment of silence, without responding to the question.

Although Planck was not ignorant and mastered the local language of Bilgewater and the common language, he knew nothing about history.

For Thresh, who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable during his lifetime, talking to such an ignorant "ordinary man" was a great insult and torture.

Of course, it is not the "pleasure" brought by physical pain, which Thresh doesn't like.

After a brief thought, Thresh chose to skip this topic and directly introduce the power of the ruined King's Sword, which is both true and false:

"There has been recorded in Fukugami Island that Mu Qing, the sword is invincible and can control the soul. Foyego once used him to destroy Hylia's corrupt regime.

"Even if the rune mage who killed the Dark Seed and held the arcane power could not compete with him at all."

"Dark? What is that?"

Thresh was choked and then smiled lowly: "Hahaha... this doesn't matter. You just need to know that they are enough to match the gods."

Upon hearing this, Planck stared at Mu Qing with a look of surprise, "So... as long as I get this sword, I can have the power of the gods?"

“Naturally.”

Planck thought silently and suddenly raised his gun to aim at Threstone.

"Captain, what does this mean? You know that the broken thing is of no use to me." Thresh's words were full of doubts.

“What about the price?”

"cost?"

Planck had a gloomy face and yelled at Thresh: "Don't pretend to be stupid to me! Do you think I'm a fool?!

"I started with robbery on the twelve sea areas trade routes! I have experienced countless life and death crises, and deception and betrayal are like drinking cold water!

"But these difficulties and setbacks finally created the throne of my Pirate King... Don't think that your little trick can make me fool!"

Thresh was not angry at Planck's rudeness and doubts, but instead laughed out loud, "Sure enough, indeed... my vision is very correct."

Planck's eyebrows were locked tighter, and his fingers were already tightly clamped on the trigger.

Of course, he knew that ordinary physical weapons were not enough to treat predatory spirits like Thresh, so he broke up ordinary fog walkers.

But at least when it condenses into a solid, the musket can cause limited damage to it, and play a certain blocking effect, and then prepare Planck to resist-

The holy objects he "borrowed" from the Baru Sect and the Light Sentinel can be used to fight against the immortal cursed souls.

"Yes, if you want to control the Sword of the Defeated King and obtain the power of the Defeated King, it does take a small price." Thresh said, "but it all depends on you personally, the captain."

"What do you mean?"

“Literally.”

Thresh said in a teasing tone, whether it was targeting Foyego or Planck in front of him.

"It needs to test your will, you control Bilgewater's will."

Planck lowered his right arm again, lowered his muzzle aiming at Threstone, turned his eyes back to the ruined King's Sword, and gritted his teeth and said, "No one can steal Bilgewater from me!"

"Then..."

Thresh was about to say something like "blessing", but his voice suddenly stopped, and a slight harsh and angry feeling oozed out of his body.

"Sorry, Captain, my fortress has penetrated a few little bugs and sentinels."

Thresh explained a little, "I want to go back and solve them. As for whether to accept the trial of this sword...you can make your own decision."

After saying that, Thresh turned into layers of particle light spots, and its body drifted like mist, blending into the black fog, leaving Hynia's core, only Planck was left.

"Despicable and treacherous dog bastard! Bah!" Planck spat in the direction where Thresh disappeared.

He clearly said before that the queen's crown could help him gain the power of a ruined king, but now he doesn't mention it at all.

What are you planning?

Planck was full of doubts.

But instead, he shook his head and looked at Mu Qing, who had his sword tip sank into the stone platform for more than a dozen steps away, narrowing his eyes as sharp as an eagle's eyes.

A choice?

Haha…Bilgewater’s throne can only be mine!

Light Sentinel, Baru, Olui... Don't try to steal my throne.

No one can shake my will!

Planck clenched his fists, stepped onto the bare stones exposed by the sludge, and walked step by step to Mu Qing's stone platform.

The dilapidated glimmer flashed, and the closer it got to the devastated King's Sword, Planck could feel the heart-wrenching aura it emitted.

However, Planck was not afraid, but was extremely excited.

"It seems that Thresh is a little bit good." Planck took back the musket and the long sword, reached to the hilt of the sword with both hands, and murmured, "This sword will definitely help me stabilize the position of King Bilgewater..."

However, the moment he contacted Mu Qing, a whirl of fatigue mixed with anger, as if a little bit of waking up suddenly exploded in Planck's mind:

"Who is it, dare to disturb my king's sleep?!"

At the same time, thick black and green mist surged out from the sword body, forming a slowly rotating vortex wrapped around Planck and Muqing.

A cold numbness that fell into the ice cave began to spread from Planck's fingertips to his arms. Only then did he realize that the faint green magic light actually spread slowly upward along his arms, and even the holy stones and Baru sacred relics could not be stopped.

"What's the matter?!" Planck intended to withdraw his hand, but found that he could not do it, "What is this..."

Realizing that this might be Thresh's conspiracy, Planck's face changed drastically, "You are the King of Defeat?!"

The soul sleeping in the sword gradually recovered its silence, but it still had not fully recovered. "Uncle, where is my queen?"

"Unpardon? In my Bilgewater, no one has ever dared to call me that in person. You are the first one."

Planck quickly recovered his calmness, burst out with amazing willpower, and cursed without restraint:

"It's just a dead person who relies on external things. Who knows where the bitch queen, who has ridden thousands of people, died? Your power must belong to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qing's breath was surprisingly restrained, the black fog no longer overflowed, and the broken corrosive force did not continue to erode upward along Planck's arms.

Planck grinned, thinking that he had defeated the soul of the devastated king and was recognized by Mu Qing.

But little did not know that it was precisely because of his unrestrained mouth that the brief calm before the storm was created.

"Unpardon! You are unforgivable to insult my queen!" Foyego's roar echoed in Planck's mind.

The next moment, the surging destruction instantly swallowed Planck himself, and his soul was like a lonely boat before a hundred-meter tsunami caused by a hurricane, which was directly dispersed by Foyego like an ant being killed.

However, the expression on his face froze, and soon Planck, who had recovered from expressionlessness, did not fall down due to loss of soul. Instead, under the control of the power of destruction, he directly held Mu Qing's sword hilt with both hands and slowly pulled it out of the stone platform.

At this time, Planck had been completely occupied by Foyego.

The dilapidated aura soared into the sky.

"It's really disgusting me!"

It was like adapting to the newly occupied body. Foyego held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, carried the giant sword on his shoulder, and pinched it tightly from time to time to relax his left fist.

He knew that he had been sleeping for a thousand years, and through Planck's memory, he also learned some of the things about Isuld.

She is really dead...

A strong sense of sadness enveloped my heart, but instead, Foyego's eyes regained an excited light.

"No, no, no...she is still there! I can sense her breath, right on this island..."

Immediately, a large amount of black fog accumulates and converges, continuously injecting into the body, transforming it into a state that is more suitable for accommodating dilapidated.
To be continued...