Chapter 704: Chapter 696: Where is my house? How come there’s only a pit left? Chapter 704: Chapter 696: Where is my house? How come there’s only a pit left? “Hmm, this isn’t right. The efficiency is too low.” Muria suddenly realized, now is not the time to use Atlas Grand Migration Technique, to capture these Steel Ghost Ships without including the surrounding sea water or the mud beneath. This technique is used at the time of relocation!”

“This magic thing still needs to be learned and applied in practice!” Muria exclaims, then swiftly makes an adjustment.

The Atlas Grand Migration Technique created by Golden Dragon Mother was a bandit-type magic, briefly having the effect of sealing away things, whether they are dead or alive, and carrying them away with a wave of restriction. Once there is time, a physical education session can be applied to the creatures within.

Therefore, Muria now uses the Grand Migration Technique as a sealing technique; withstanding the attacks of these Ghost Battleships, he extends his large hand to seal these various Ghost Battleships one by one, then throws them into his Semi Plane.

“There’s no time.” Seeing that there are still many ghost battleships that have not been taken away, a hint of annoyance appears on Muria’s face, but counting the time, it is around the time when Barbossa should return. Being caught by the victim face-to-face is thrilling, but Muria feels he is too young to experience such excitement. Let’s wait until later!

A laying hen that can lay golden eggs and a nest of golden eggs, which one to choose? Although as an adult, the right choice should be both, but Muria is not yet grown up and doesn’t have the strength to choose both, so he has to painfully choose one.

“Let’s move Barbossa’s shipyard first!” Muria sighs with regret, then turns his greedy eyes to the magnificent buildings protected by the Ghost Fleet.

Dragon scales appear on his cheeks, a pair of Golden Dragon Wings stretch out, Muria instantly turns into a golden rainbow, dodging the bombardment of the ghost ships and heading straight for Barbossa’s lair. The power of some of the ghost ship’s guns is indeed huge, but what use is it if they can’t hit him?

Roar! After entering Barbossa’s lair in his Titan Form, Muria could no longer suppress the agitation of his bloodline, transforming into a Golden Giant Dragon. The radiant and dazzling light of the Atlas Grand Migration Technique lights up between his claws, appearing extremely glaring in the eyes of the stationed Undead.

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“These Death Gods are always thinking about how to target me, really fed up.” Barbossa, having successfully rescued his subordinates and thwarted the Death Gods’ scheme against him, returns to the Sea of the Dead with his fleet, full of pride.

However, as soon as he entered the Sea of the Dead, Barbossa felt something was wrong. Although the Sea of the Dead seemed no different than usual, he felt through his instinct that many things were missing from his Sea of the Dead.

Without a second thought, Barbossa directly mobilized his authority to reach his multifunctional lair in the sky, then he was stunned as he watched the scene in front of him.

“Where’s my home? Where’s my huge castle? Why is there only a pit left?” Barbossa watched the large pit beneath his feet in confusion, looking around in a state of shock, he remembered that when he left, the area was filled with Ghost Battleships, and now
“Where are my ships? There were so many ships stopping here, why are there only so few left?” Seeing the ghost fleet that could fill the entire bottom of the sea when he left, was now sparse, with only a few sporadically scattered on the seabed, and half of these remaining Ghost Ships bear traces of battle, appearing wrecked and dilapidated.

“Where’s my shipyard?” Seeing his scattered Ghost Fleet, Barbossa felt anger building up in his heart. Compared to the ghost ships, the Ghost Shipyard was his foundation, with enough resources, these ships could still be built, but without the shipyard – the worst part was, if the shipyard was taken, this would mean that his core technology had been exposed, this was the most deadly.

“Damn, who the hell did this?” Barbossa, standing above the pit that was formerly his lair, had his Soul Fire trembling violently within his skull. Along with his anger, the Ghost Sea stirred up monstrous waves, countless low-level Vengeful Spirits scattered within the sea waves shattered, turning into a gust of Death Qi, while some remaining Undead trembled in fear.

“Can anyone tell me, what on earth happened here?” Barbossa, surrounded by web-like spatial rifts, spoke in a low voice. The Soul Sound filled with killing intent was instantly conveyed to the bottom of the sea.

“Master, you’re finally back. If you hadn’t returned, the Ghost Sea would have been emptied.” Sensing Barbossa’s aura, a rotting meat mountain struggled to roll out from the pit.

“It’s already been cleared out,” Barbossa, seeing the rotten meat mountain, feels disgusted but still patiently asks, this is the art of commanding, “how did you become like this? Tell me who injured you this way?”

“It was a Blazing Sky God Descendant, master, a Blazing Sky God Descendant who reduced me to this state. They severed all of my tentacles, you have to help me take revenge!” The decaying Big Octopus raises its almost completely cut-off tentacles, showing Barbossa the Blazing Sky Fire on them.

“…” Barbossa gazes at the Blazing Sky Fire on the cut surface of the octopus tentacle in silence, “How many pairs of wings did the Blazing Sky God who attacked you have? Do you remember?”

“Five pairs!”

“…” At this point, Barbossa fell silent. A Blazing Sky God Descendant with five pairs of wings, what a joke! He could guarantee that if he attempted retaliation now, there would be a pile of Cloud Cities descending the next day, blocking his Semi Plane, it is likely the Blazing Sky Gods would even interfere, purifying it into dust.

“Didn’t you provoke some big figure out there? Otherwise, why would a Blazing Sky God Descendant attack you for no reason?” Barbossa feels that he was robbed suddenly, probably because of this octopus. Thinking about this, the look in Barbossa’s eyes toward the octopus began to darken.

“Master, I have never provoked the Blazing Sky God Descendants! Before today, I didn’t even know her. She appeared out of nowhere, and then she cut me down like this.”

The octopus Undead whimpered, already sensing his master’s fear of the Blazing Sky God Descendant, likely the hope of getting revenge was gone. It’s likely just in vain that it was severely chopped, thinking this, the octopus Undead became even more saddened
“So my home, and my ship, were all stolen by the Blazing Sky God Descendant?” Full of fury, Barbossa rises with doubt. Why would such a proud race as the Blazing Sky God Race steal his Ghost Ship and his home, it doesn’t make sense.

“Master, the Blazing Sky God Descendant merely held me off, there were others who stole your Ghost Ship.”

“Who was it?”

“It looked like a Titan, but when he rushed towards your home, I saw it transform into a Golden Dragon.”

“Another Golden Dragon!” For the third time, Barbossa fell silent, then speechless. How many times was it now? What did he do to the Golden Dragons? Why does a Golden Dragon rob him every few hundred years? What’s the grudge?

Barbossa didn’t say anything, starting to tally his losses. The Ghost Fleet had lost about one-eighth, but his nest was directly packed and taken away. Very good, this was the same kind of behavior as the previous two Golden Dragons.

“What about my ports? Those undead who were serving me? So many prosperous ports, why are they all gone?”

Being robbed for the third time, Barbossa coolly looks at the octopus Undead by his side.

“They are all been taken away. According to my search in the memories of those wandering souls, the Ten Major Ports were reportedly cut from some unknown method by the Blazing Sky God Descendant and sent into the Semi Plane of that unknown entity that can transform between Titan and Golden Dragon.”

“This Golden Dragon is absolutely related to that guy Dimos.” Without investigation, relying on his intuitive instinct, Barbossa asserted directly. He suddenly thought of the Half-blood Titan he had met several decades ago.

That guy was just a Soul Intent Level, how could he have advanced within several decades of time, it’s not possible to become a Legend so quickly! Plus, back then, he was so good to him, does he have no conscience now? He came to raid his lair.

“Offspring of the Dragon King! I can’t afford to provoke them, I can’t afford them,” Barbossa kept reminding himself, this was an existence that he currently can’t provoke, he must be patient.

“But this is my accumulation of ten thousand years, having been robbed so much this time, my qualifications to become the next leader in the Council will definitely be canceled.” Thinking about the resources that can be allocated as leader of the Undead Council, Barbossa’s heart was bleeding. His plan to go to the Void would have to be delayed again.

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