Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

Silla was tired of playing house with these monsters. Even a professional butcher would feel annoyed if he kept killing pigs.

Thinking of this, Silla began to write instructions.

[/effect give Landnell minecraft:instant_damag 10 *]

[Command generation: Give target Landnell 100,000 points of instant damage for ten seconds.]

Landnell was still spewing dragon breath when he suddenly exploded on the spot. The huge skeleton fell into the magma and died miserably.

Silla felt it once and found that this command was quite effective and the mental consumption was not too high.

With the amount that the Cup of Infinity can absorb and discharge, it can be filled up in two seconds.

The purple-robed wizard looked at Silla thinking as he stood under his attack, and he himself fell into deep thought.

Q: What should I do if I can’t play it?

"Prophet, follow the white light. Here is everything you need."

Just as Silla was thinking about how to quickly kill these bosses and then go find the skull, a sentence came into his ears, which instantly perked him up.

"Who is speaking?"

Silla looked around following the voice's prompt, and sure enough, he found a white bright spot flashing rapidly.

"You should know my name. I am the Wither Skeleton King, the Lord of Hell."

"Come on, fight me. Here are everything you want, two wither skulls and four soul sands."

Silla slapped the flying flame demon, looked at the direction of the white light, and smiled slightly.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Silla drew his sword, and golden lightning burst out.

"Instant kill, long-range surprise attack!"

boom!

Silla turned into a shadow and disappeared. At this time, Abron also quietly floated down from the Hell Rock on the roof.

"Nord, the King's War is about to begin."

The purple-robed wizard called Nord looked at Abron and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I wonder who will be the new king."

"It's the purple-eyed skeleton. I just got beaten up. It can be considered as paying off the debt I owed to that guy Wicks."

“When Silla really turns into a withering, although he won’t die, I feel that he will inevitably suffer some physical pain.”

"But it won't be me, Abron, who will bear the brunt of the consequences."

Abron said this with a relaxed look, and he didn't seem to care whether the Twelve Apostles suffered after the split.

"Well, the worst among us is Randolph. He got beaten a lot because of his imposing appearance."

“So I’m not very good-looking.”

Nord said, lightly chasing after Silla.

"Hahaha, okay, let's go watch the battle."

After Abron and Nord finished speaking, they flashed and chased after Silla.

On Silla’s side, he was quickly chasing the white light.

There were countless monsters around Silla, but Silla ignored them and crushed everything in his path.

Crushing the Hell Fortress, passing through the Crimson Forest, and crossing the Soul Sand Canyon, Silla continued to chase the white light after digging out dozens of soul sands.

Finally, after flying for 60,000 squares, Silla came to a lava sea. There was no roof of hell rock above the sky here, only endless red fog.

The boiling magma dropped volcanic ash like rain and the sour gas like white mist lingered in the space.

The shore was a beach made of soul sand. The countless souls and resentments on the soul sand stretched out countless hands, trying to grab Silla's legs, but they were all swallowed up by withering and corruption.

"Come on, hahahaha, come find me in the center of the magma!"

The voice in my ears was a little trembling and crazy, as if it had been long awaited.

"Okay, then I'll come and see what the King of Hell looks like!"

Silla flew high into the sky, with air waves sweeping around him, turning into a black line and rushing towards the center of the light.

The Withered Skeleton King sitting on the high throne was like a dead skeleton, sitting straight on the throne, motionless.

Silla appeared dozens of blocks away from him, looking at the skinny wither skeleton on the throne.

He looks like an ordinary Wither Skeleton, except for the crown on his head, that's all.

Silla's gaze swept over the head of the Withered Skeleton King.

Realm Master-Withered Skeleton King x

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His eyes swept around the Wither Skeleton King. Next to his seat, there was a cross block with bedrock rotating in it.

"What are you looking at?"

The Wither Skeleton King suddenly spoke, looked at Silla and asked.

"You look weak, not even as strong as those cheap Wither Skeletons out there."

Silla replied simply.

"Hahaha, I can communicate with you, that's the difference between me and them!"

As the Withering Skeleton King spoke, he stood up from the throne. He was not tall, and could even be described as thin.

"I know what you're looking for."

The Wither Skeleton King said this and waved his hand, causing a huge netherrack platform to rise from the lava below.

There is soul sand already placed on the platform, and a wither skull is already placed on the right side of the shelf.

Silla looked at the two missing positions and turned to ask the Wither Skeleton King.

"There are two missing, right?"

The Wither Skeleton King smiled, pointed at himself, and then pointed at Silla.

"You and I are both, aren't we?"

"In the whole hell, only the king can have his head removed, and if you want to become a wither, you have to become a king."

Silla nodded without surprise. This was quite different from the game. It seemed that Withering would not be weak.

but...

"I want to share this body with you?"

Wither Skeleton King shook his head.

"Only the victor is qualified to be king. The winner gets everything, and the loser disappears forever."

"The head on the stand is the first king of hell. He fought his way through the chaotic hell of tens of thousands of years and became the first king of hell."

"It was also him who led the army of Hell and killed his way through the main world. He was powerful enough to crush everything in front of him."

"The first king possessed absolute military power, and humans were almost terrified when they saw him again."

Silla looked at the square head placed on the soul sand and said with a smile.

"But he failed, and he failed at your hands."

The Wither Skeleton King laughed.

"The main world is infinite, and so is hell. Everything he does is in vain."

"So I killed him. He was extremely powerful, but he didn't know how to use the rules. A creature under the rules is not worthy of being the king of hell."

As the Wither Skeleton King spoke, he waved his hand, and countless blocks appeared out of thin air, lava was dancing, and layers of magic floated in the sky.

"The next step is the showdown between us."

"The victor takes off the loser's head and becomes the dominant central consciousness."

Silla looked at the huge momentum around him. This was the power of instructions, and he could feel it.

"Before the war, I have a question for you."

"What was the name of the first king of hell?"

The Wither Skeleton King shook his head and corrected

"It's still the Wither Skeleton King. We all have no names. After becoming king, we only have one name."

Silla listened to the Wither Skeleton King's answer, sneered a few times, and began to input commands.

『Strength → 255』

『Speed→255』

『Resistance→255』

boom!

As the instructions were drawn quickly, mental energy was also consumed quickly.

"This time, the King of Hell will have a name."

Silla looked at the Wither Skeleton King opposite with his purple eyes, without any emotion. The next moment, he moved like a rabbit.