Cursed Immortality

Chapter 877 Throne of Death!

877 Throne of Death!

Blackwell's ghost ship stopped at this moment far above the sky, but his hollow ghostly eyes were still affixed to the ground, and faint killing intent and unwillingness were apparent on his corporeal skeletal face.

"Since I can't take the Throne of Death alone, I'll just muddle the waters and wait for a perfect opportunity to strike. I can't let someone else take the fruits of my thousands of years of labor." Blackwell muttered with dense killing intent emitting from his eyes as he took a big gulp from the wine gourd, "But how could he kill the Cursed Necromancer King without getting the Spirit Poison King's curse affecting him?

"Although I had calculated wrong when I detected the Cursed Necromancer King's strange movement over a century ago and thought he was finally going to die, it still didn't make any sense for him to kill the Cursed Necromancer King.

"After all, when those guys tried to kill him last time, there were some strange changes in the curse, making the Cursed Necromancer King almost an unkillable roach. Not only that, but he was also creating something when I attacked him. Was it something to do with it, and that unknown guy just happened to be lucky?"

The more Blackwell thought about it, the more frustrated he became. However, when he considered Jacob's power to suppress his law, his expression became somber. He knew that Jacob killing the Cursed Necromancer King without being affected by the curse wasn't a fool's luck or coincidence; Jacob actually had the power. At this moment, a black paper with an eerie purple marking appeared in Blackwell's hand. The next moment, he channeled his soul force, and the paper started to burn in ghastly blue flames.

Blackwell said, "Soulless Ghost King, it's your favorite junior brother, Drunkard Ghost speaking. I hope you haven't forgotten about your drinking buddy in six thousand years. Yeah, there's no need to worry about me.

"So, here's the thing, I don't know if you got the news, but the Curse on the Valley of Sunless Dusk has been lifted, and that roach, Cursed Necromancer King, is finally dead; good riddance, right?

"Anyway, I don't need to remind you that since that roach is gone, the Throne of Death, yeah, the same soul artifact of necromancy that the Cursed Necromancer King acquired from the mysterious region of the Star Ocean and the reason he was able to become almost unstoppable and create his kingdom with it.

"I don't need to tell you that the Spirit Poison King, Blood King, Black King, and that two-face skank of the temple, Holy King, all attacked the Cursed Necromancer King for it but failed, and all these years they had tried to claim it back but failed before giving up.

"But now is your chance to acquire it before they get the news. I'm already on my way there, so hurry up..."

The next moment, the black paper in blue flames suddenly turned into a dark streak before it vanished into space.

Jacob glanced at Elia, and her eyes were fixed on the throne without even blinking. When the throne appeared in front of him, he immediately picked up the soul totem and carefully examined it since he was afraid that the Cursed Necromancer King might've left behind some trick to be revived again.

After all, a Legendary King can be revived as long as they can escape with their soul totems. But the soul totem seemed clear, so Jacob stowed it away in his pendant since he would use it as fuel.

He then looked at the throne and said to Elia, "It's a soul artifact. You need a powerful soul force for it to recognize you as its owner. Try it and see if you succeed with your Quasi Legend Rank Soul Force. If this treasure is compatible with you, it might recognize you as you are now. If not, then I'll keep it until you become a legendary rank."

"Thank you, teacher!" Elia's eyes lit up as she excitedly thanked Jacob. Her voice was filled with gratitude, as she knew how precious this treasure was, yet Jacob was giving it to her. She felt very moved.

Jacob then ignored Elia. While she was trying to tame the Throne of Death, his focus shifted to the death essence pool, and his eyes flickered. After all, what Jacob actually wanted was this death essence more than anything since it was one of the materials he needed for the third phase's first stage.

'Should I try to put the entire pool into the Infinite Space?' Jacob thought before he released his soul force, which started to wrap around the entire death essence pool.

Now that the curse was gone the altar under the pool was also gone, so there wasn't any kind of restraint here. So, when Jacob completely envelops the Death Essence Pool, Jacob tries to shit it into the Infinite Space.

The next moment, the pitch-black pool instantly vanished, leaving behind a black pit with a trace of dense death law.

'I succeeded!' Jacob's eyes shimmered with delight as he saw the death essence pool appearing in the infinite space.

However, at this moment, Jacob suddenly turned around when he felt powerful energy undulation. He was astounded when he saw the Throne of Death had transformed into a miniature version and was hovering above Elia's head as her eyes were closed.

'She can really tame it?' Jacob was again surprised. His expression turned solemn when he looked at Elia, and a hint of coldness crept out!