The Staff of Life is the magic staff given to Sean by Goddess Abigail.

As an artifact given by an ancient god, it is normal for it to grow or shorten at will according to Sean's thoughts.

In terms of texture, not to mention.

It can be said to be indestructible.

It just behaves like wood, which does not mean that its inherent properties are wood.

The portion size is also scary.

Ordinary people probably don't even have the ability to pry it.

After getting bigger, the body of law is extremely easy to use.

As long as Sean encounters them along the way, no one can escape those twisted nightmares.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

Although Sean is a little bit dissatisfied with the power and energy provided by these twisted nightmares, it is still good to be able to replenish his own consumption.

But after walking along the mountain-like roots of the Abigail World Tree for several days, not to mention a living person, not even half of the land was seen - the roots of the Abigail World Tree are not so much

To be rooted in the ocean, it is better to say that the ocean exists around its roots.

Could it be that I am looking in the wrong direction?

The survivors of Abigail's plane are not below, but above.

Sean looked up at the canopy, which was like a canopy covering the roots of the trees.

As wide as the roots of Abigail's World Tree are, so is its crown.

Only when the sun takes a glimpse every day can we barely see their huge outlines.

Sean only stayed in Abigail's plane for three short days before he deeply realized how unfriendly a plane with broken laws was to the creatures here. At the same time, he also knew that Goddess Abigail had previously

When telling him the time, he used three hundred sunrises instead of three hundred days.

The normal counting of days is no longer useful here.

The sun doesn't come out every day.

Under the trees, the viewing time is even shorter. In less than an hour, it will be obscured by the huge canopy and endless gray fog.

As for thunderstorms, hurricanes, earthquakes, etc., these natural disasters are nothing more than child’s play.

They come and go in turn, and many of them have no warning at all before.

This is not surprising. After the plane barrier collapses, the plane is no longer in an isolated three-dimensional space, but is moving towards a four-dimensional space.

Don't think this is a good thing.

This represents another force that can interfere with this space.

A little energy fluctuation in the fourth dimension will stir up huge waves here.

In such an extreme environment, it is still a challenge for even an accomplished warrior to survive, let alone ordinary people.

If the intelligent creatures in Abigail's plane want to survive, they must have strong protective power as support.

After thinking about it, the only one with this ability is Abigail Yggdrasil.

Then maybe those survivors, like birds, built nests in trees to survive!

From this point of view, studying how to make yourself fly is the right move.

Sean's search for survivors in the past few days has been incidental, and his main energy has been spent on studying the third form of the body of law, that is, the flight form.

This matter can be considered a familiarity.

Not only was there the transformation of the flying state of the energy clone before, but the most important thing was the series of research on the body of law during the soul drifting process, which gave him an unprecedented understanding and control of the body of law.

Whether it's changing forms or streamlining structures, it's all at your fingertips.

There are two flight states designed by Sean for the Body of Law.

One is the jet aircraft mode, which uses the energy injection from the energy reactor to provide power.

The speed is unparalleled. A group of eight energy reactors, fully activated, will throw the thundering golden eagle eight blocks away, which is comparable to the most advanced fighter jets in previous generations and directly breaks the speed of sound.

After the successful test flight, Sean has never used this mode.

Because compared to high efficiency, the consumption is too terrible.

What the energy reactor spits out is all energy.

Energy is the foundation for maintaining the combat effectiveness of the body of law, and it must be guaranteed to be above a certain amount.

The second flight mode is to insert energy wings on your back like an energy clone to adjust the overall magic circuit structure.

Coupled with the energy injection system of the energy reactor, it is enough for the body of law to take off in a state of iron lumps.

When the time comes to use the buoyancy of the air to glide, the consumption will naturally be greatly reduced, and at the same time, the body of law can maintain good combat effectiveness.

Sean had a plan in mind and directly transformed into the second flight mode and took off into the sky.

He activated the cruise mode and flew towards the location that he had observed over the past few days, which might be the Abigail's sanctuary.

Sean couldn't help complaining about Goddess Abigail again.

This goddess is a bit too unreliable, so she cannot send him directly to the main gathering place of survivors so that he can start his work.

Chirp! Roar! Ah!

As soon as Sean approached the first suspected location, a familiar strange cry came from the air.

That was the sound that appeared after the twisted nightmares gathered together.

Sean was not surprised but happy, and thought to himself, maybe he has found the right place?

Twisted Nightmares are not social animals and will not get together under normal circumstances.

There is usually only one possibility of getting together, and that is when encountering a large number of prey.

Sean tried his best to control his breath and moved towards the direction where the distorted nightmare sound came from.

A fantasy war scene was displayed in front of Sean so abruptly. Even though he had experienced a lot, he was a little stunned.

That's a city.

A large city located in the canopy of trees, covering an area of ​​no less than thirty square kilometers.

Sean was not surprised when a city appeared above the tree canopy. After all, he had already made similar speculations before.

The Abigail World Tree has broken away from the category of trees and is enough for people to build cities and live on it.

It's just that the appearance of this city is a little different from Sean's original expectation of being built directly on the Abigail World Tree.

This city was not built on the World Tree from the beginning, but like the city Sean knew, it was built directly on the land.

In other words, the entire city, together with the foundation below, is held up by the Abigail World Tree.

It is densely covered with huge tree roots and branches.

A picture appeared in Sean's mind involuntarily.

A huge tree like a mountain burst out of the ground, the sky and the earth changed color, and the earth cracked. In front of it, the huge city was vulnerable, and humans were like ants.

The only thing to be thankful for is that it is completely opposite to those shadow matrons who are dedicated to destroying the laws of the plane. It was born for protection.

In the process of growing, a large number of tree roots and branches separated the cities where there were more intelligent life gathering places. As the World Tree continued to grow, it lifted the mud and soil together into the air. This was in front of me.

This city should be one of them.

The city is under siege by an army of twisted nightmares.

This is a truly twisted nightmare army.

Tens of thousands of twisted nightmares, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.

Being able to achieve this level is definitely not something that three or five shadow generals can do.

In addition to at least a dozen shadow generals in the center, serving as the command hub, there should also be a more intelligent shadow mastermind in the center to coordinate the overall situation.

It was also the first time for Sean to see those twisted nightmares of soldiers. What was even more rare was that their appearance was surprisingly similar, giving them the illusion of being of the same race.

These twisted nightmares are all flying. They look a bit like a combination of a locust and an octopus. They are slender and have the wings of a locust and a pair of powerful right legs, but the other limbs have become the tentacles of an octopus.

As big as a cow.

The body shape is so unified that 80% of them are twisted from the same species.

And the intelligence of this species is usually not too high.

The reason why twisted nightmares are twisted is related to the conflict between the minds that exist in their souls.

Usually the twisted nightmares formed by intelligent beings with stronger minds and longer resistance times become more bizarre in form.

On the contrary, those with relatively low intelligence did not change much after turning into twisted nightmares, and even retained some of their original colors.

I wonder if the twisted nightmare of locusts in front of me is caused by the twisting of locusts.

Where in the world can there be such huge locusts?
To be continued...