National Transfer: Necromancer! I Am A Disaster

In the great disaster one hundred thousand years ago, the human race lost too much data.

Either stolen or erased, a lot of information has been completely damaged.

At that time, the human race did not have the Human Emperor Network, so if those materials were lost, they were lost.

Today, there is very little information about the ghost race from the human race.

In the only information available, the ghost tribe is very powerful. They once fought for the human race and suppressed rebellions of various tribes.

Several races were wiped out by it, and its fighting methods were somewhat similar to its own.

Later, the ghost clan disappeared for unknown reasons until they reappeared many years ago.

Every time they appear, the ghost tribe will cause a killing.

Their target seems to be not only alien races, but also human races.

From the ghost clan's past, Lin Moyu carefully analyzed it, and combined with the last words of the Holy Talisman Tianzun, he asked himself to find the ghost clan.

Lin Moyu got a bold guess that the ghost race was a race created by a certain deity during the ancient "910" period.

This race has extremely strong combat effectiveness and is also good at manipulating the power of the void, which is why this result is achieved.

The power of the void is so terrifying that even the Holy Lord cannot fight against it.

Even he still has a trace of virtual power now. If he encounters the ghost tribe, he may be dead.

"No wonder the Holy Talisman Tianzun asked me to wait until after the Holy Lord before looking for the ghost tribe. It turns out that he knows everything."

"Is the Heavenly Lord who created the Ghost Clan still there? Has he passed away like the other Heavenly Lords?

The Tianzun who can use the power of void to create a race is a top powerhouse even among the Tianzuns.

However, since the Holy Talisman Tianzun asked him to go to the ghost tribe after reaching the Holy Lord, there must be a reason.

A stream of consciousness swept over and landed on Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu looked around and sensed that there were a large number of starry beasts in the void, flying towards him.

The power of the formation disk attracted the attention of the starry sky beast. In the endless darkness, the formation disk was like a blazing flame, which was very eye-catching.

Although the giant beasts in the starry sky are powerful, most of them have no intelligence and only act based on instinct.

Lin Moyu put away the array disk calmly, he did not take these starry sky beasts seriously.

It's okay if you don't come. Now that you're here, don't leave. You'll become the nourishment for the Hell of Bones.

After the Bone Hell reaches the eighth level of the God, it incorporates the law of immortality, and the power of combining reality and reality is greatly increased, and the requirements for promotion are also greatly increased.

After that, the dozens of galaxies of the Hanshui Tribe were like a drop in the bucket, and their improvement to the Bone Hell was minimal.

Lin Moyu doesn't mind it at all now. The more nutrients, the better.

Dozens of giant starry beasts came from all directions, the weakest was the first-level god, and the strongest was only the third-level god.

Lin Moyu said with a little disappointment, "It's too weak, it's not even enough to fill the gap between teeth."

Such a little starry sky beast is really a drop in the bucket.

Lin Moyu felt that even if he swallowed all the starry sky beasts in the dark void, he would not necessarily be promoted to hell again.

The hell of bones emerged, instantly covering all the starry sky beasts that approached.

Terrifying sounds resounded in hell, accompanied by the frightened roars of the starry sky beasts.

A few seconds later, the Bone Hell disappeared, and the starry sky beast also disappeared, and the starry sky completely returned to calm.

After devouring dozens of god-level starry sky beasts, the Skeleton Hell remained calm and motionless.

Lin Moyu's eyes swept across the dark void, "There is no rush for now, I will deal with you later!"

Anyway, the starry sky beast here will not escape, and there is plenty of time to slowly clean it up.

Lin Moyu's eyes were cold and disappeared into the darkness.

Since the Hanshui Tribe disappeared without a sound, the world seemed to have fallen into silence again.

The demon clan set up barriers for each clan as quickly as possible, leaving enough to prevent attacks from the ghost clan.

With stronger barrier protection, all races seem to feel more at ease.

Only the Blood Ox Holy Lord has no hope in his heart.

He got news from the Holy Monkey Ox and knew how terrifying the ghost tribe was.

As long as he encounters it, even he will have to run for his life, not to mention the so-called powerful barrier of the demon clan, which is useless.

But he couldn't say these words. As long as he said them, the Alliance of Hundreds of Clans would inevitably be shaken.

The human race will also take advantage of the situation and attack fiercely to defeat them one by one.

There seem to be many tribes, but few of them can actually confront the human race head-on.

Even the demon clan "It is difficult for a clan to fight against humans alone."

Most of the weak races are just cannon fodder in the eyes of the powerful races.

The Demon Clan and the Golden Eagle Clan obviously understood this. While the Demon Clan was setting up the barrier, the Golden Eagle Clan led a coalition of hundreds of tribes to launch a more violent attack on the Human Race.

At least on the surface, let the humans feel that they are united.

The Alliance of Hundreds of Clans has surpassed the Human Race in terms of numbers.

In the several collisions in recent years, the human race has lost more than it has won.

However, they felt that this was a deliberate show of weakness by the human race. Every time the human race failed, they retreated very quickly, and in fact they did not suffer much loss...

They didn't dare to pursue them, because the defense of the human star field was too strong.

Formations were densely covered in the starry sky. If they dared to rush over, they would be severely damaged.

But they also know that continuing to be entangled like this is not an option.

The demon clan once proposed an idea, that they could concentrate their forces to attack a star field.

As long as one star field is breached, there will be loopholes in the human race's defense system.

But the premise is that they must be caught by surprise, and the most powerful force of each clan can attack them in one fell swoop.

Originally, this plan was already being prepared, but the sudden appearance of the ghost clan disrupted the plan.

Part of the demon clan's forces have now set up barriers for each clan, and this raid plan can only be postponed.

The Ximu clan is located at the edge of the space within the domain, very far away from the human star domain. It can be said to be the furthest clan.

If you draw a straight line on the star map, the nearest human star field that the Ximu tribe reaches should be the Qinglong star field.

You have to pass through seven races to get there.

The Ximu tribe is a plant-based race. They are surrounded by other races and seem to feel very safe.

In terms of strength, the Ximu tribe is very weak, almost the same as the Hanshui tribe.

He occupies eighty-six galaxies, but each galaxy is small, not large in scale, and has scarce resources.

The Ximu tribe was once powerful. One hundred thousand years ago, it was very close to the powerful tribe. At that time, it was very close to the human race.

Later, he was killed by Xiao Zhantian and completely disabled.

At the weakest level of 2.8, there was not even a god in the Ximu clan.

Originally, such a race was no longer qualified to live in this cruel world. Fortunately, they still had some uses.

The Ximu tribe is rich in a fruit called Ximu fruit. Ximu fruit contains huge vitality and is a fruit that all ethnic groups need.

Therefore, several stronger races nearby raised them in captivity to produce shimugao specifically for themselves.

Even this alliance of hundreds of tribes does not include the Ximu tribe.

The once powerful Ximu tribe has now become slaves kept in captivity by others. Their life seems stable but is actually extremely miserable.

Lin Moyu sat on the battleship, made a big circle, sailed along the junction between the inside and outside of the territory, and came to the territory of the Ximu tribe from the rear.

"You should have perished a hundred thousand years ago."

"After living for an extra hundred thousand years, your luck is over!"

There is no demonic barrier here, Lin Moyu easily flew in. After a few months, the God of Death came again.