Two Achilles warriors wearing heavy armor jumped off the pirate ship carrying Barbossa and Jack. The moment they landed was like a cannonball exploding on the beach, instantly creating two big holes.

"Wow, this really looks like a monster."

Looking at the big hole under his feet, Jack's face twitched. Even he had never seen such a monster. It could make such a big hole just by its flesh and weight. It can be seen how heavy this guy is.

"The sea is always so wonderful, and it is normal to have such a strong person who deserves respect."

Barbossa made an extremely sarcastic gesture at Jack, then raised his head awkwardly and looked at the Achilles warrior and said flatteringly.

For a true old pirate, you must always respect the strong, so that you can live longer in the sea.

"cut."

Jack curled his lips and let the Achilles warrior put him on a beach. The feeling of having his feet on solid ground was quite good.

After casually kicking the sand on the beach, Jack looked at the familiar scenery and couldn't help but recall the time when he led his subordinates who had not yet betrayed him to come here and discover the treasure of cursed gold coins.

He never wanted to collect beauties, power or wealth; what he pursued was adventure and the endless unknown.

Unfortunately, he underestimated human nature and the essence and nature of other pirates.

Time has passed quietly, and those subordinates who had betrayed him have received the punishment they deserved. Even now, they are no longer visible on the boat, leaving only himself and Xiaoba.

As for where the other undead skeleton pirates went, Jack knew it well.

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 through several streams, two bushes, and a more complex underground environment, they finally arrived at a place where large piles of treasure were piled up, and on top of the treasure was a stone coffin.

Taylor stopped as soon as he saw the stone coffin, and his eyes involuntarily turned into golden vertical pupils.

In his vision, the coffin was emitting some kind of higher-level power, which turned into wisps of black smoke that wrapped around the gold coins above. These wisps of black smoke were the so-called undead curse.

The nature of these wisps of black smoke is very high, at the level of the Blood God, but the intensity of his power is too low, so low that even Taylor can easily expel it.

Its energy intensity is even so low that it has difficulty maintaining its own essence. Once stimulated by external objects, its essence will collapse like bubbles at the touch of a button and then dissipate between heaven and earth.

In other words, the god's immortal curse is now more like a useless frame. The frame looks tall and magnificent, but if a breeze blows, it will completely overturn this seemingly magnificent frame.

In addition, this sarcophagus exudes an air of desolation and decay. It is obvious that the owner inside, or the former god inside, is dead.

It took quite some time for him to die.

"How long has it been dead? The extraordinary factors of this world are rapidly dissipating. It is probably thanks to its own nature that it can maintain this simple curse."

How could it dissipate simply by being crushed? How could it disappear by being burned to ashes by flames, and how could it lose its effect by being chopped into pieces by wind blades? It turned out that because the gods themselves had perished, the extraordinary factors in this world were also fading rapidly.

After signaling his subordinates and the two old pirates to stay where they were, Taylor floated to the sarcophagus alone, raised his hand, and threw all the cursed gold coins on the sarcophagus aside.

The cursed gold coin emitted a gray-white light that was invisible to the naked eye. Waves of cursed power attacked Taylor. Taylor's golden vertical pupils widened instantly, and two golden electric currents appeared out of thin air, shattering all the cursed power.

When Taylor picked up the real coffin below, all he saw was a grayish-white crystal and some powdery substance.

"This is…………"

After taking a closer look, Taylor discovered that this thing might be the deity in the faith pantheon. As for the powdery substance next to it, it was most likely something like bone ash powder.

For the real system of gods, there are two paths in the infinite plane. On the one hand, one relies on one's own real strength and adopts a method assisted by faith to ignite the so-called divine fire to help the transition of one's own life essence.

The other system, as recorded by wizards, is described as a system of belief in God that is full of flaws and extremely dependent on faith in emotions and external objects.

The belief system of God is entirely built up by the beliefs of ordinary intelligent life forms. It is very effective and has been developed very quickly, but it also contains huge flaws.

The first point is that if their believers die, the gods will die with them. The second point is that if the gods have too many believers, the believers' various prayer desires and their own fantasies about the gods will cause the gods' essence to be distorted in an uncorrectable way, and they will increasingly derive in the way imagined by the believers.

The most important point is that believers have seriously delayed God. Believers in God will never master their own laws because their own power is based on the emotional power of believers' power of all living beings. It is too chaotic and too complicated. There is no way for them to have a dedicated law path to study because its essence is an extremely crude mixture.

Even though he understood the rules, he was unable to master them due to his own confusion.

This is why wizards look down upon the God of Faith. Moreover, among the third-level living materials, the God of Faith is also known as the easiest to cultivate, and it is a breeding pig-level material that can be raised in a slaughterhouse.

Just pick a few worlds and create a few gods for the non-human intelligent species therein. Gradually, these gods will be distorted, elevated, and deformed by faith, and finally become the materials that wizards want.

However, the value of this material is too low compared to other third-level materials. Many wizards call this material pseudo-third-level material, which is only slightly higher than the top second-level material.

"It seems that he is not the kind of hopelessly stupid person who believes in God. He even knows to forge a godhood for himself to analyze his own beliefs and filter out most of the distractions in his beliefs."

After realizing that this divine power was no longer threatening, Taylor took out a special pair of gloves made of second-level sea monster skin from the space storage ring, picked up the divine power, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

Due to the passage of time and faith, as well as the rapid loss of extraordinary factors, this divine nature has now, in a sense, become a screening machine for believers' distracting thoughts. There is not a trace of faith power left in it, leaving only an empty frame.

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 kind of supercomputer to record data."

After all, it is something that filters and analyzes believers' distracting thoughts and beliefs, and it is definitely more than enough to be used as an auxiliary tool like a supercomputer.

(End of this chapter)