National Transfer: Necromancer! I Am A Disaster

In the middle of the swamp, there is a stone monument.

The stele is very high, as high as a kilometer.

It's because the swamp is too big, even with Lin Moyu's eyesight, he couldn't see the stele from the shore.

The stele was hidden in the middle of the black and gray swamp, and the Skeleton God Warrior only saw the stele when he approached the swamp just now.

Lin Moyu thought that in the materials Zhu Qiwu gave him, Xu Qingyang's soul was entrusted in a stone tablet in the swamp.

But not the one in front of me, Lin Moyu thinks it should not be.

There should be more than one giant swamp like this in the world of Nether Swamp.

Inferred in this way, there may be a stone monument in the center of the giant swamp.

It's really hard to say which marsh stele Xu Qingyang will be in.

The Nether Swamp is obviously not safe. Those rotten hands, rotten claws, and blossoming soul fires just now are not weaker than the ninth-level god king.

These guys hide in the swamp and are not easy to deal with.

It cannot fly here, and it is the home field of these rotten monsters.

Lin Moyu pondered for a moment, feeling a little helpless.

Already here, it is impossible to give up at this point, we can only take one step at a time.

As for what is in the stele, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know.

With a heartbeat, Lin Moyu turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the center of the swamp.

His speed is the same as that of the Skeleton God Warrior, reaching 150,000 kilometers per second, surpassing the limit of the ninth-level God King, and even surpassing the Little God Venerable.

Two seconds later, Lin Moyu finally saw ten times the phantom in his sight.

At this time, it was still far away from the stele, but there was suction from below the swamp, and Lin Moyu's body had already begun to fall.

With a thought, a skeleton warrior appeared below him.

Stepping on the Skeleton God Warrior with both feet, his body turned into a ray of light and rushed out again.

The Skeleton God Warrior was taken back before falling into the swamp, and Rigiri cooperated perfectly.

No matter how good the cooperation is, it can't compare to the cooperation between myself and the undead army.

The undead army is his own hand, like an arm.

The closer to the stele, the stronger the suction from the swamp.

Lin Moyu borrowed strength from the Skeleton God Warrior again and again, and got rid of the influence of the swamp suction time and time again.

After five times in a row, it finally landed on the stone tablet.

Standing on the stele, Lin Moyu hit the stele.

The material used for the stele is exactly the same as that of the Mysterious Manor Castle. It is so strong that Lin Moyu can't leave a single trace on it no matter how hard he tries.

But the stone tablet in front of him has traces of the battle on it, and it is also engraved with words.

"The Nether Legion, the First Army, and the Third Squad.

After seeing clearly the words engraved on the stone tablet, a chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

He found that his guess at the beginning was right, a world-shattering battle had indeed taken place here.

Nether Swamp is not a swamp, but a graveyard of flesh and blood.

The third team of the first army of the Nether Legion was collectively buried here.

In the cold, Lin Moyu couldn't stop being startled.

"The cemetery of a small team actually needs an area of ​​a million kilometers.

"The extent of the squad's numbers."

Lin Moyu felt that even if all his undead legions were gathered together, tens of millions of undead legions would not need such a large space.

The number of this team is at least hundreds of millions.

This is just a squad, a squad belonging to the First Army.

How many such teams should there be in an army group.

And in the Nether Legion, there should be several armies.

Now that there is the Nether Legion, will there be other legions?

How many other legions will there be, and it is estimated that they will not be too small.

Lin Moyu was deeply shocked. He originally thought that the number of his undead army was enough.

As long as one's own realm rises, the undead army is enough to sweep the starry sky.

But now it seems that my mere undead army is really mere, not even small shrimps.

How intense was the war in ancient times, and how large was the scale of the war.

Lin Moyu's heart was touched a lot, and some of the original complacency disappeared at this moment.

After forcing myself to calm down, I checked the stele repeatedly.

The stele is strong enough to ignore the invasion of time.

Using the vision of the undead first, there is no soul hidden in the stele.

The naked eye also did not see any clues.

Finally, Lin Moyu used the power of the soul to hook the stele.

This time the stele responded and shook slightly.

The slight vibration of the thousand-meter stone tablet was transmitted to the swamp, which immediately attracted a lot of reactions.

Flesh and mud were flying, and a black-red liquid with a strong rotten smell emerged from the bottom of the stone tablet.

Lin Moyu looked at the black-red liquid that came out suddenly, and after pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

He jumped down to the bottom of the stele, sucked up a large amount of black-red liquid with his palm.

Putting two fingers together into a sword shape, driving the black-red liquid, evenly smearing it on the text on the stone tablet.

When Lin Moyu's first stroke fell, the stele began to vibrate slightly, and more black-red liquid came out from the bottom.

The bottom is like a small fountain, with black-red liquid gushing out continuously.

After Lin Moyu painted one character, he sucked up more black and red liquid and began to paint on the second character.

One stroke at a time, Lin Moyu applied very carefully.

Lin Moyu did this because he saw some pictures.

This is the tomb, and the stele is actually a tombstone.

The characters on it are incised, and there seems to be a trace of blood inside the characters that hasn't disappeared.

Explain that a long time ago, these words were colored.

It's just that after countless years, the color on the text has faded.

He thought of the tombstones of the human race in the small world, which were filled with blood.

Just when black and red liquid came out from the bottom of the stele, Lin Moyu immediately knew what he should do.

To refer to the pen, because of the stele to fill in the words.

When the fifteen large characters were painted black and red, a red light suddenly shot out from the stone tablet and shot straight into the sky.

The stele roared, and the red light filled the air, covering a radius of 10,000 meters.

A scene that has been lost in history was staged before Lin Moyu's eyes.

A peerless powerhouse covered in thick armor stands in the starry sky.

The starry sky is full of corpses, and the corpses are endless and difficult to count.

In front of the strong, is a 830 powerful army.

Facing a strong army alone, but this strong man has no fear at all.

His voice resounded through the starry sky, "The army was defeated, and I would have been ashamed of my master. I would have exchanged my life and brought my brother back."

As soon as the words fell, the body of this strong man collapsed, and at the same time, he erupted with an earth-shattering and terrifying power.

All the corpses that were originally floating in the starry sky automatically gathered into clusters, turned into flesh and blood, broke through the limitation of space, and teleported away.

Immediately afterwards, the picture came to a gray world.

In the sky above the gray world, there are undead flames burning blazingly, illuminating the world.

"The Nether Swamp!"

Lin Moyu whispered softly, this picture is the Nether Swamp.

But at that time, it could not be called Nether Swamp. At that time, the land was flat and there was no swamp.

The sky broke open, and groups of huge flesh and blood smashed down in the air.

The flesh and blood hit the ground and splashed outward like water splashes.

A lot of flesh and blood splashed out, but the main body was still intact, forming pieces of huge swamps with a diameter of one million kilometers.

The splashed flesh and blood formed swamps of various sizes.

Then the phantom of the general appeared in the sky.

He died, but his spirit was immortal.

Reach out to attract a large number of stone tablets, and at the same time engrave words on the stone tablets.

The sound came out like a torrent of thunder!

"The place where the bones are buried, the fire of immortality will shine forever, and wait for the master to return, and then fight against the galaxy!"

As if in response to his words, countless flesh and blood boiled up, blood and mud mixed with countless severed limbs, like a volcanic eruption straight into the sky 100,000 meters, it was difficult to calm down for a long time