877 Throne of Death!
Blackwell's ghost ship stopped at this moment far above the sky, but his hollow ghostly eyes were still affixed to the ground, and faint killing intent and unwillingness were apparent on his corporeal skeletal face.
"Since I can't take the Throne of Death alone, I'll just muddle the waters and wait for a perfect opportunity to strike. I can't let someone else take the fruits of my thousands of years of labor." Blackwell muttered with dense killing intent emitting from his eyes as he took a big gulp from the wine gourd, "But how could he kill the Cursed Necromancer King without getting the Spirit Poison King's curse affecting him?
"Although I had calculated wrong when I detected the Cursed Necromancer King's strange movement over a century ago and thought he was finally going to die, it still didn't make any sense for him to kill the Cursed Necromancer King.
"After all, when those guys tried to kill him last time, there were some strange changes in the curse, making the Cursed Necromancer King almost an unkillable roach. Not only that, but he was also creating something when I attacked him. Was it something to do with it, and that unknown guy just happened to be lucky?"
The more Blackwell thought about it, the more frustrated he became. However, when he considered Jacob's power to suppress his law, his expression became somber. He knew that Jacob killing the Cursed Necromancer King without being affected by the curse wasn't a fool's luck or coincidence; Jacob actually had the power. At this moment, a black paper with an eerie purple marking appeared in Blackwell's hand. The next moment, he channeled his soul force, and the paper started to burn in ghastly blue flames.
Blackwell said, "Soulless Ghost King, it's your favorite junior brother, Drunkard Ghost speaking. I hope you haven't forgotten about your drinking buddy in six thousand years. Yeah, there's no need to worry about me.
"So, here's the thing, I don't know if you got the news, but the Curse on the Valley of Sunless Dusk has been lifted, and that roach, Cursed Necromancer King, is finally dead; good riddance, right?
"Anyway, I don't need to remind you that since that roach is gone, the Throne of Death, yeah, the same soul artifact of necromancy that the Cursed Necromancer King acquired from the mysterious region of the Star Ocean and the reason he was able to become almost unstoppable and create his kingdom with it.
"I don't need to tell you that the Spirit Poison King, Blood King, Black King, and that two-face skank of the temple, Holy King, all attacked the Cursed Necromancer King for it but failed, and all these years they had tried to claim it back but failed before giving up.
"But now is your chance to acquire it before they get the news. I'm already on my way there, so hurry up…"
The next moment, the black paper in blue flames suddenly turned into a dark streak before it vanished into space.
But Blackwell wasn't done. Another black talisman appeared this time with a different pattern and a crimson pattern. Just like before, the talisman burst into crimson flames, and Blackwell spoke with a big grin.
"Senior Spirit Poison King, it's your favorite Wine Supplier, and I have huge news for you, I hope you're ready…"
Blackwell repeated this action five more times before he gulped a few mouthfuls of wine as he sneered while looking down, "Heh, brave brother, we'll meet again…"
With his hollow words, the ghost ship fades away, leaving behind antagonizing wails of ghost slaves…
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Jacob was unaware that Blackwell had just stirred a huge storm in three factions, especially in the Dead Faction, and terrifying hidden entities that the Legendary Plains hadn't seen would soon be on their way.
But Blackwell was also unaware that the situation in the Legendary Plains had completely changed in the past two thousand years and was extremely chaotic right now.
Anyhow, Jacob would've only scoffed even if he knew since he wasn't going to be here for long, no matter how many people Blackwell tricked into coming after all. Not to mention, those guys can't stop him at all if he wants to leave.
At this moment, Jacob stood in front of the death law essence pool and gazed majestically at the dark throne hovering over it.
Furthermore, Jacob also saw a black corporeal coin on the seat of the throne, and his eyes flickered with a hint of surprise as he instantly recognized that coin. It was the Soul Totem, and with the terrifying, dense power of death law releasing from it, Jacob knew it was a Legendary King. The Soul Totem belonged to the Cursed Necromancer King!
Jacob didn't hesitate. With his powerful soul force, he locked the throne and pulled it towards him. The throne didn't resist at all, and Jacob could feel that it was really a Legendary King Rank Soul Artifact of death law, and there was also a terrifying power of curse hidden in it.
Jacob also felt that this throne was somewhat different; as the Cursed Necromancer King had said, it had evolved into something else and more power.
Jacob glanced at Elia, and her eyes were fixed on the throne without even blinking. When the throne appeared in front of him, he immediately picked up the soul totem and carefully examined it since he was afraid that the Cursed Necromancer King might've left behind some trick to be revived again.
After all, a Legendary King can be revived as long as they can escape with their soul totems. But the soul totem seemed clear, so Jacob stowed it away in his pendant since he would use it as fuel.
He then looked at the throne and said to Elia, "It's a soul artifact. You need a powerful soul force for it to recognize you as its owner. Try it and see if you succeed with your Quasi Legend Rank Soul Force. If this treasure is compatible with you, it might recognize you as you are now. If not, then I'll keep it until you become a legendary rank."
"Thank you, teacher!" Elia's eyes lit up as she excitedly thanked Jacob. Her voice was filled with gratitude, as she knew how precious this treasure was, yet Jacob was giving it to her. She felt very moved.
Jacob then ignored Elia. While she was trying to tame the Throne of Death, his focus shifted to the death essence pool, and his eyes flickered. After all, what Jacob actually wanted was this death essence more than anything since it was one of the materials he needed for the third phase's first stage.
'Should I try to put the entire pool into the Infinite Space?' Jacob thought before he released his soul force, which started to wrap around the entire death essence pool.
Now that the curse was gone the altar under the pool was also gone, so there wasn't any kind of restraint here. So, when Jacob completely envelops the Death Essence Pool, Jacob tries to shit it into the Infinite Space.
The next moment, the pitch-black pool instantly vanished, leaving behind a black pit with a trace of dense death law.
'I succeeded!' Jacob's eyes shimmered with delight as he saw the death essence pool appearing in the infinite space.
However, at this moment, Jacob suddenly turned around when he felt powerful energy undulation. He was astounded when he saw the Throne of Death had transformed into a miniature version and was hovering above Elia's head as her eyes were closed.
'She can really tame it?' Jacob was again surprised. His expression turned solemn when he looked at Elia, and a hint of coldness crept out!