Wizard: Seeker of Infinite Planes

Chapter 191 Injustice
Looking at the aggrieved Witch Tia, Taylor's face flashed a strange look. I'm afraid the former goddess of the ocean, who has been bound by a layer of illusion, didn't know that she was the one who stabbed her in the back and murdered her.

"At that time, I was thinking of going to see my old lover after gathering my strength, but it was a pity that someone tricked me..."

"The ten-year agreement and rules... The timing is too coincidental..."

Davy Jones, my love!
The witch's face, which was originally full of resentment and anger, gradually softened, and a sense of gentleness and longing slowly emerged on her face.

Maybe she is still thinking about meeting her old lover after breaking free from the shackles.

This is a bad fate......

Taylor shook her head imperceptibly, then stretched out her hand, and the witch suddenly stopped in place. She felt that the air around her seemed to be activated, turning into transparent ropes, completely binding her In situ.

"What are you doing?!"

A hint of disbelief flashed in the witch's eyes. She didn't expect this guy to do something to her, and she had already acted very obediently.

What does this dragon want to do?Don't you know how bad the world treats them?

"Although it is a pig-like belief system, you are still a good material, and one thing I want to know is how you extracted those souls, and then let that guy Davy Jones take charge of the pilot."

The witch's face was ugly, but when the enemy was strong and she was weak, even if she used to be the goddess of the ocean, there was nothing she could do. She gritted her teeth and said:
"After the death of those main gods back then, the authority they stole from this world disappeared completely. At that time, the sea was full of undead. In order to further gain faith, I stole the authority of the god of death that had not completely disappeared. I placed that part of the authority of the god of death in the northernmost prison of the world to draw souls."

"However, what is drawn by part of the authority of the God of Death is just an ordinary soul. If the strength is too strong, the soul will not be subject to such constraints."

Count you acquainted.

Even a part of the authority of the world has a lot to study.

In fact, for the traction and use of souls, in this pirate world, including another world of Marvel, there are many ways to manipulate souls, including wizards' think tanks, which also have a lot of witchcraft to refine soul essence, or to store a large number of souls.

However, this kind of witchcraft is generally impossible to obtain without certain authority in think tanks. In order to prevent some wizards from going astray in order to collect souls wantonly, the senior management of the White Tower Alliance is very strict about the knowledge of think tanks in terms of souls.

The Ancient One master at Karma Taj has sealed up the spells of the soul, and Taylor is not good at rashly asking for it.

Moreover, it is not of much value to forcibly condense the souls of ordinary people or the souls that have not reached the level of a supernatural creature, even the devils in hell would not care about it.

What can be used as the universal equivalent currency of the infinite plane is the soul of a first-level extraordinary creature, because the soul of this creature has undergone transformation and has a high value.

This kind of ordinary soul essence that is forcibly condensed can only be useful if it is used to prolong the life span or strengthen the soul, etc., to go crooked or puppet enlightenment, and the soul witchcraft will be useful. Further possibilities.

No one has used soul-based witchcraft for a long time, because this kind of witchcraft consumes too much of the soul, and it is too serious. There have been no wizards to study soul-based witchcraft for many years.

Taylor needs these ordinary soul essences to further open up the intelligence of Achilles fighters. As long as he has enough Achilles fighters with self-awareness, self-judgment ability and rich combat experience, the basic disk will be even better. Larger, it is more convenient to carry out plane invasion, and it is not good to always follow a large army.

"You definitely know where the sea map of the Devil's Prison is, or you are a living map. The former goddess of the sea, it seems that I have wronged you to come with us."

Taylor snapped his fingers, and Hawks behind him picked up the witch like a chicken.

He has now decided that the next step is to go to the Devil's Prison. Instead of letting the large number of sea souls accumulated there slowly dissipate, it is better for him to take out and refine them and contribute to his future soldiers.

And he is not like a devil who just stuffs it into his stomach regardless of good or bad. He will make an appropriate selection. After all, he has not many Achilles fighters on hand now. It is enough to pick out the soul.

What he wants is authority.

As long as he can study and analyze some of the remaining authority in this world, he can do things like collecting souls himself.

Jack and Barbossa watched the unfolding of this scene. Barbossa looked indifferent, even teasing the monkey on his shoulder most of the time.

But Jack was different. He widened his eyes. He didn't expect that the witch he was afraid of, the sealed sea goddess, would be so vulnerable in front of this monster, and even now it was like carrying a chicken. The other party is holding it in his hand.

"What a terrifying monster."

Jack frowned, his unrestrained temperament completely disappeared at this moment, he clenched his left hand with his right fist and rubbed it on his right fist, wondering what he was thinking about.

Snapped!
Barbosa on the side put his hand on Jack's shoulder and said with a smile.

"If you want to take refuge with the master now, I think there is still time, but this time you will become my first mate."

Jack, Jack, I didn't expect you to be shocked one day!
Barbossa was extremely pleased with Jack's shocking appearance just now. From the time they met, this damned transvestite-like captain has been playing with a bohemian look every day, as if he knows everything about the sea. Now Finally met a can't handle it?
"is it?"

Jack moved Barbosa's hand aside with a look of disgust, then turned the corners of his mouth upwards, his eyes crooked, and said with a look of extreme disdain.

"I am Jack Sparrow. The entire sea is the only remaining great pirate. In the future, my name will be recorded in the annals of history. It is your honor to be able to work for me under my hands."

It's an honor to say that you are fat, but no matter how honored you are, can you compare to my new master?

The two quarreled with each other, and while they were arguing, they followed behind Taylor. They still stepped on the calm sea, looked at the flowing water below, as if they were walking on a mirror, and walked step by step to the docked island. on board the Black Pearl.

The waves are rolling, the sun is shining, and the soft sea breeze blows up the black sails. The black sails of the black ship are raised again, and the Statue of Liberty points to the north. This time, the legendary Black Pearl points to the man who makes all the seamen live. Everyone heard of the deep sea devil prison.

After randomly finding a single room below the deck and throwing the sealed sea goddess into it, Taylor returned to the captain's cabin. On a group of sophisticated magic auxiliary research props filled with enchanted witchcraft runes of various powers, Taylor took A dry wooden eyeball and a silver coin like a pendant appeared.

"A keepsake with breath and a trace of power, it looks really normal."

(End of this chapter)