We have found clues to the Mark of the Soldier Master in Kesia. Although the process is not that smooth, we have basically locked in the trajectory of the Soldier Master's movements in Kesia before his disappearance.

In short, there are many weird guys here who call themselves "servers of the gods".

They stayed in Kesia for a long time, and it was said that they were guarding the secrets hidden in this land.

If we didn't know Zaresantis, this information would of course be important, but the good news is that we have an omnipotent prophet here to guide us, so the news that the servants of the gods are desperately guarding is in front of us.

It’s worthless to come.”

After Black traveled through the Anima Mirror and returned to Revendreth, and was waiting in the underground hall for General Draven to fine-tune the Mirror leading to Maldraxxus, he took the time to talk to Nag who was still in the Maw.

I contacted Farr.

The person who answered the communication was the ghost princess Nagfar. According to the pirate's baby daughter, the two mothers had already led the team deep into Kesia, and they might not be able to contact her in the past few days.

"Then how did you deal with those servants of the gods?"

Blake held his pipe in his mouth, grabbed the Seal of Black Clothes, and asked. Nagfar, who was opposite the projection, moved the perspective of the conversation, allowing Blake to see the group of god-servers on the deck of the ghost ship who were wiping the deck.

she says:

"Because the ghost sailors wanted to go ashore to find the treasure, I took these chattering guys on board and made them do hard work. They didn't refuse, but they kept telling me that they saw it in the guidance of destiny.

future.

You also said that dad, you will destroy the entire existence of the Shadow Kingdom.

They are trying to instigate me, but I just take it as a joke. It’s actually quite boring here in Kesia. Speaking of which, these servants of the gods are very strange. Dad, they don’t resist, and they work hard and peacefully.

It's incredible.

If you ask them to clean the deck, they will clean the deck. Even if no one is watching, they will not run away. After finishing their work, they will gather together and talk to each other in a deep voice.

Why do you feel like a group of fanatical believers? It makes people feel uncomfortable."

"For them, this is probably part of their self-understanding of destiny. That's how they are. They can be desperate because of destiny's guidance, but they can also be depressed because of destiny's silence.

The only mission of these guys from birth to death is to interpret the destiny and maintain it. They have no such thing as individual thinking and ideal wishes."

The pirate yawned and explained to his precious daughter:

"Don't have too much communication with those servants of the gods. Those guys are very good at convincing themselves and others that they can indeed see a limited part of the future, but they are not prophets.

Be sure to keep this in mind, you can refer to their suggestions but do not do exactly what they say.

After you get the Mark of the Soldier Master, transfer all the God-servers on the ship to Zoval, who has plenty of ways to deal with these nagging bastards."

"Yeah, I know."

Nagfar made a 0K gesture to her father, and she changed the topic and said:

"This time, after Mother Sephiel and the little bitch Xalatath come back, we are going back to the Maw to make supplies. Dad, when are those guys you mentioned coming?

Do they have the guts to follow us and do this big thing in the Shadow Realm?"

"Soon."

Lord Evil God was unwilling to discuss this issue too much. He took off his pipe and said to his daughter:

"What is supposed to come will come. Please wait patiently in the Castle of Destruction. Remember to help me pay attention to the situation with Prince Renasor. If they need help, you can help them appropriately without exposing you...

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Having said this, Black saw General Draven standing next to the activated Maldraxxus Magic Mirror and gesturing to him to open the passage.

It's ready to be sent.

The pirate nodded and said goodbye to Nagfar:

"Say thank you to Sephiel and Xal'atath for my hard work. Maiev and I are looking forward to the day when we can meet you again: My good daughter, if you endure this deadline, you and I will both get something.

Freedom and everything we desire.

"I don't care. As a ghost ship, I think my current life is quite interesting. Carrying a group of ghost pirates to hunt for treasures in the ruins left by the Firstborn is a pastime that fits the pirate ship lifestyle.

But I highly doubt that the two women you miss will not be happy about it."

Princess Mononoke grinned, put a black pirate hat on her head, blew a kiss to her father to say goodbye, and said:

"Xalatath is a famous jealous person in the pirate world. Although Mother Sephiel seems to be non-competitive on the surface, she also has her own ideas in her heart.

They can accompany you to find Maiev so that the man you fall in love with will not spend the rest of his life in loss and pain. But after you find Maiev, dad, you will have to spend your whole life to repay the two mothers for their sacrifice.

Paid.

This may give me some warning and make me be more cautious when dealing with relationships in the future. I don’t want to make the same mistakes as you old men and women.”

"You little brat, stop worrying about adults' affairs!"

Black said with a frown.

His daughter immediately made a face and said to her father "slightly":

"I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious, Dad. It seems that I have indeed inherited your super strength in ridicule, my own daughter."

"I think you want to piss me off so that you can inherit my pirate treasure, but you think so. Your little aunt is the first in line to inherit."

Pirate Pirate curled his lips and reached out to turn off the communication projection. He lowered his head and grinned and said:

"It is said that a daughter is an old father's caring little cotton jacket, but I think you and your Aunt Fenna have become too close and have become evil.

Okay, I'm going to find Fenner.

God knows what trouble she caused in Maldraxxus. I want to take her away before things are irreversible.

Anyway, goodbye, Proudmoore girl, remember to write to your grandfather and two grandmothers if you have nothing to do. The lonely old man can rely on the letters from his children and grandchildren for the rest of his life."

After finishing the chat, Blake blew out the smoke ring happily and whistled again, summoning back the little fish man and his pet Moonberry who were rummaging around for good things in the nooks and crannies of the underground palace.

They are going to their next destination.

"The magic mirror of Maldraxxus is different from the other two realms."

Before crossing the Mirror Path, General Draven explained to Black:

"When that warlike kingdom was first established, magic for external teleportation was in effect. No matter what spell-casting techniques were used, the final destination of all external teleportations would be directed to the Arena of Death in the center of the Maldraxxus kingdom.

People there call the arena the "Theater of Death."

They have their own rules. The warlike guys stubbornly believe that Maldraxxus does not welcome weaklings and cowards, so any outsider who enters that country must first experience a brutal melee of hundreds of people.

Only those who survive the melee will be allowed to stay in Maldraxxus for a long time, so you must be prepared for a fight."

"how about you?"

The evil god glanced at General Stoneman, who shrugged in a humane manner, took out a badge of the deceased theater champion from his Stoneman backpack and pinned it on his armor, and then curled his lips and said:

"How do you think I know the rules of that hellish place? I almost died on the land of the Lord of War when I was secretly shaping these passages for the Emperor.

The day I went there, that damn arena was holding its annual "Masters Tournament", and I was forced to have a 13-man melee with the monthly champions in the arena...

But how to say it?

I’m still more powerful.”

Speaking of this, General Delevingne seemed to touch some irreparable horrific carvings on his rock body as he recalled it, but his stone face was obviously somewhat proud.

Being able to win the championship in the Masters of Maldraxxus already shows that he is one of the top fighters in the entire Shadow Realm.

"Well, then you are really miserable."

Pirate Chip showed his trademark unfortunate smile and said:

"I think I will definitely not be so miserable that when I enter Maldraxxus, I will be forced to have a passionate fight with the crazy gladiator champions. Isn't it just a hundred people?

It’s a trivial matter.”

The evil god snorted, kicked the little fishman who was a little scared, and then looked at Lady Moonberry, who was in a low mood because she was expelled from her hometown by the goblins. He grinned and was the first to step into the spinning circle in front of him.

in the passage.

In fact, as Delevingne said, after entering the teleportation mirror, Blake did feel that the destination of the teleportation mirror was forcibly changed by strange magical power, allowing him to only follow a fixed route to cross the teleportation path.

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In the changes in the scene in front of him and the refraction of light, the first thing Lord Evil God perceived was the fanatical shouts coming from the stands around the pentagonal arena.

There is also a pungent and nauseating smell of blood. From his professional perspective, one or two fightings are not enough to make the smell of blood on the ground under his feet so strong. It must be the long years of fighting that make this place come again and again.

Soaked in blood, this land has even produced something similar to a "cursed aura".

Once souls with low life forms enter here, they will be forced into a violent state of mind, let go of all hesitation and thinking, and plunge into endless fighting like wild beasts.

This should be the characteristic of Maldraxxus, a war country.

Indeed, as Draven introduced, cowards and weaklings cannot survive in this country. Every life here is a fighter who has survived brutal battles.

It's just like the legendary hell of Khorne.

"boring!"

Just a few seconds after Blake's figure appeared in the exciting and fierce gladiatorial competition, a low roar sounded from the sky.

The evil god raised his head and saw a ghastly split-winged beast that was very similar to a bipedal flying dragon flying over the arena. A huge and ferocious figure was riding on the armored flying dragon with a giant sword on its back.
To be continued...