Beside a seemingly ordinary island, a dark pirate ship parked here silently.
Two Achilles warriors wearing heavy armor jumped off the pirate ship carrying Barbossa and Jack. The moment they landed, it was like a cannonball had exploded on the beach, leaving two big craters in an instant.
"Wow, this really looks like a monster."
Jack's face twitched as he looked at the big hole that was stepped on under his feet. Even he had never seen such a monster before. It could be stepped on with just its body and its own weight. Such a big pit shows how heavy this guy really is.
"The sea is always so wonderful, and it is normal to have such a respectable strong man."
Barbossa made an extremely mocking gesture from Jack, and then raised his head to look at the Achilles warrior full of flattery. said.
For a real old pirate, you must always respect the strong, so that you can live longer in the sea.
"Tch."
Jack curled his lips and allowed the Achilles warriors to put him on a beach. It felt quite good to have his feet on the ground.
After casually raising his feet and kicking the sand on the beach, looking at this slightly familiar scenery, Jack couldn't help but recall the time when he led these men who had not yet betrayed to come here to discover the treasure of cursed gold coins.
He never wanted to collect any beauties, any rights, or any wealth. What he pursued was adventure, the endless unknown.
It's a pity that he underestimated human nature and the essence and nature of other pirates.
Time has passed quietly, and those subordinates who once betrayed have also received the punishment they deserve. Even now, they are no longer visible on the ship, leaving only himself and the minibus.
As for where the other undead skeleton pirates have gone, Jack knows exactly where they are.
Taylor floated down from the pirate ship like a leaf.
Taylor expressed disdain for the environment of this place. He just floated in the air and let Jack and Barbossa lead him and his warriors led by Hawks to the sarcophagus of the cursed gold coin.
After passing several streams and two bushes, as well as a more complicated cave environment, they finally arrived at a large pile of treasures, with a coffin made of stone on top of the treasures.
Taylor stopped as soon as he saw the coffin made of stone, and his eyes involuntarily turned into golden vertical pupils.
In his field of vision, the coffin was exuding some higher-level power, turning into wisps of black smoke that wrapped around the gold coins above. These wisps of black smoke were the so-called immortal curse.
The essence of this wisp of black smoke is very high, at the level of the Blood God, but his power intensity is too low, even so low that even Taylor can easily expel it.
Its energy intensity is even so low that it is difficult to maintain its own essence. Once stimulated by external objects, the essence it presents bursts like a bubble, and then dissipates between heaven and earth.
In other words, the immortal curse of the god is now more like a useless shelf. The shelf looks tall and glorious, but if a breeze hits, it will completely overturn this seemingly magnificent shelf.
In addition, this sarcophagus exudes an aura of death and decay. It is obvious that the owner inside, or the former god inside, is dead.
He died not long ago.
"How long have you been dead? The extraordinary factors in this world are quickly dissipating. The ability to maintain this simple curse must be thanks to your own essence."
After seeing this sarcophagus, Taylor's doubts were answered. After all, it was a curse cast by the gods of the third-level life form.
How could it dissipate by simply smashing it? How could it disappear because it was burned to ashes by the flames, and how could it become useless because it was chopped into pieces by the wind blade?
It turns out that the god itself has died, and the extraordinary factors of this world are also rapidly fading.
After reaching out to signal his men and the two old pirates to stand still, Taylor floated to the sarcophagus alone, raised his hand, and threw aside all the cursed gold coins on the sarcophagus.
The cursed gold coin burst into gray-white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and waves of curse power hit Taylor. Taylor's golden vertical pupils glared instantly, and two golden currents appeared out of thin air, shattering all these curse powers.
When Taylor picked up the real coffin below, he saw only a gray-white crystal and some powdery things.
"This is..."
Taylor looked carefully and found that this thing may be the godhead in the belief system. As for the powdery thing next to it, it is most likely ashes or something like that.
For the true divine system, there are two paths to the infinite plane. On the one hand, relying on one's own true strength and using faith as an auxiliary method, one can ignite the so-called divine fire to assist the transformation of one's own life essence.
The other system, in the records of wizards, is called a system of belief in gods that is full of flaws and extremely dependent on belief emotions and external objects.
The system of belief in gods is entirely built up from the beliefs of ordinary intelligent life forms. The results are obvious and quick to achieve, but it contains huge flaws.
The first point is that if their believers die, the gods will also die with them. The second point is that if there are too many believers in a god, the various prayer desires of the believers and the believers' own imagination about the gods will make the gods The ontology produces distortions that are difficult to correct, and increasingly evolves in the ways fantasized by believers.
The most important point is that believers have seriously delayed God. Belief in God will never master his own laws, because his own power is based on the emotional power of believers, which is the power of sentient beings. It is too chaotic, too complicated, and fundamentally It is impossible to have a single path of law for him to study, because its essence is an extremely crude mixture.
Even if he understands the law, he cannot master it due to his own confusion.
This is the reason why wizards look down on the God of Faith. Among the third-level living materials, the God of Faith is also known as the easiest to cultivate and can be raised in a slaughterhouse.
Just find a few random worlds and create a few gods for the non-humanoid intelligent species inside. Gradually, these gods will be distorted, improved, and distorted by faith, and finally become the materials that the wizards want.
However, the value of this material is too low compared to other third-level materials. Many wizards call this material a pseudo-third-level material, which is only higher than the second-level top material.
"It seems that he is not the kind of hopelessly stupid person who believes in God. He also knows how to create a godhead for himself to analyze his beliefs and filter out most of the distracting thoughts in his faith."
I found that this godhead has nothing to do with it. After making the threat, Taylor took out a special glove made of the second-level sea monster skin from the space storage ring, picked up the godhead, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.
Due to the passage of time and the passage of faith, coupled with the rapid reduction of extraordinary factors, this godhead has now become a screening machine for believers' distracting thoughts in a sense. There is no power of faith in it, leaving only An empty shelf.
Looking at the godhead in his hand that had lost its original luster and turned into an empty shell, Taylor touched his chin and suddenly had an idea.
"Perhaps we can use it as a supercomputer to record data."
After all, it is a tool for filtering and analyzing believers' distracting thoughts and beliefs. It is definitely more than enough to be used as an auxiliary tool like a supercomputer.
(End of chapter)