Chapter 742
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The harvest ceremony was still going on.
In less than half a day, the port of Mordor City was full. All the oak barrels that could be collected had been used up, and they could only be piled up in the open space of the dock. The officials of Mordor City now had a headache about how to preserve these catches. In the end, they had no choice but to ask the priests and wizards of the temple to set up a magic circle to preserve them at a relatively low temperature. Later, there was no other way. They could only let the catch pile up and send people to mobilize salt to get a batch of salted fish first.
There was a fishy smell over the entire port of Mordor.
Now everyone could only endure the pain and happiness. After all, such a harvest opportunity only came once or twice a year.
The Sea Temple was the big winner of this fish migration.
For a long time, the Sea Temple had been suppressed by the Temple of Wealth in the competition of Port Mordor because their opponents were really much richer than them. But today, the situation was really reversed. The number of people sacrificed in the Sea Temple had skyrocketed. Many people ran to donate and pray to thank the Sea Goddess for her gift. Now thinking about the pale face of Priest Jin, the Naga Siren priest who was in charge of the Sea Temple couldn't help laughing out loud. She was now ambitious. She was ready to take advantage of this opportunity to completely suppress the Temple of Wealth.
Everything was still busy.
However, after the huge school of fish passed about ten kilometers outside the port of Mordor, it began to quietly change a little.
The school of fish began to diverge.
This time, the fish migration was not the same as in previous years. Most of the fish migrating in previous years were of a single species, and there would not be too many species of fish occasionally showing signs of convergence. But this time, there were almost all kinds of fish. It seemed that all the fish that would migrate during this period of time had passed through the city of Mordor.
But!
After passing through the city of Mordor, these fish began to change.
The fish at the front were divided into three groups. One group continued to migrate in the direction of the Amazon rainforest, another group moved towards the southern sea, and the last group continued to migrate in a straight line.
All this seemed to be controlled by a great force, forcing them to pass by the city of Mordor.
Then, these fish migrated according to their original route.
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Desert of Death, underground ruins.
What happened in Mordor City was not enough for Gloria to send a magic message. What he was busy with now was to plunder the treasures of the Demigod-lich.
All the books had to be taken away.
Take away all the valuable experimental tools, but leave behind the strange organs used for undead experiments.
These things were too disgusting.
It took Søren more than an hour to finish cleaning up. By then, more than half of the laboratory was empty.
"Where is the head of a thousand souls?"
Søren stood in front of the experiment table and frowned. He muttered, "Is this thing not nearby?"
Under normal circumstances.
A Legendary monster that was formed from a large number of twisted souls had a trace of divinity, and Søren would never complain about having too much divinity. Finding and killing the Head of a Thousand Souls was a very meaningful task.
After Søren made sure that there was no Head of a Thousand Souls here, he decided to return to the next floor.
In front of him was a strange soul boiler.
Søren thought for a moment and used his divine power to seal the soul within. Then, he brought a sample back. This thing was often used by the evil gods to extract souls and then make powerful servants. He could take it back and study it a little. Many gods of death who were not strong enough would use this kind of boiler to extract excellent souls and finally turn these souls into their own servants because there were not enough powerful professionals in the church that served them.
It was basically impossible for the gods of death to do everything by themselves. In the eyes of mortals, those who held huge scythes were the servants of death.
Soran walked around the underground ruins and cleaned up a few Skeletal Undead along the way.
Finally.
He found a clue in a dark tunnel because he could faintly hear the mournful wailing of souls.
"It should be here."
Søren carefully cast a spell on himself and then went into stealth.
It was an empty hall.
There were piles of bones in front of him, and there was a huge furnace in front of him. Or rather, it was a fireplace. There was no fuel in it, and there was only a pile of bones under it. Blue flames danced in it, and he could faintly hear the wails of countless undead. There was a large sealing circle around the wall and a nine-pointed star circle on the ground. These should have been left by the Demigod-lich.
"Soul Furnace?"
Søren took a look and determined what the thing in front of him was. This should be the legendary Soul Furnace.
The Head of a Thousand Souls was inside.
Søren could feel a strong undead aura. The Demigod-lich had sealed the Soul Furnace in some way and then constantly extracted the divine energy in it. This power may have come from the Head of a Thousand Souls, or it may have come from the Soul Furnace itself.
"I must break the seal first!"
Søren slashed the wall with his sword. As the sealing circle was destroyed by the divine power, an ear-piercing scream sounded in an instant.
Black gas filled the air.
Countless ghostly flames ignited on the bones around and finally gathered in front of the Soul Furnace, turning into a twisted mass of countless undead with a vague humanoid outline.
"Head of a Thousand Souls!!!"
When the Head of a Thousand Souls gathered, a row of data appeared crazily:
"Affected by [Fear Aura]! … "
"Test of Will passed! You are immune to the negative effects of this aura! … "
"Affected by [Chaotic Aura]! … "
"Test of Immunity failed! Within the range of this aura, all your Tests of Immunity are reduced by 2 points! … "
…
Head of a Thousand Souls.
As the name suggested, it was a monster formed by more than a thousand souls. This kind of thing often had an extremely chaotic will. Even if there was a strong consciousness leading the body, it would also be affected by other souls.
Two Aura Realms.
Søren's expression was a lot more dignified. In an instant, he activated his Shadow Realm and Slaughter Realm, and then mobilized his Divine Power Points to slash at it.
Divine Power Points must not be saved!
Søren had planned to temporarily use up all his Divine Power Points because the Head of a Thousand Souls was a creature between incorporeal and corporeal. In the face of any physical attack, there was a 50% chance of Phase Evasion.
Any physical attack only had a 50% chance of hitting it.
But this was not the most disgusting thing. What was more disgusting was that the Head of a Thousand Souls, as a collection of high-level wraiths, had extremely high resistance and immunity to any magic attack.
It belonged to the kind of monster that had a very rare foundation of double resistance!
Against this kind of monster, both physical attacks and magic attacks were not very effective. Only the power of a deity could cause real damage.
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