The intention of the King of the Undead is very obvious, to make all the stupid lives that hinder him disappear, and then merge with the clone in a leisurely manner, and finally reach the perfect state. He has used bloody means to destroy the human warriors of the coalition, and now he is moving towards

The Kent Orcs are coming.

The brave Kent orc warriors were certainly not afraid of death. They had long been mentally prepared to die in battle. When "Douglas" walked towards them, almost all the remaining Kent warriors rushed forward bravely.

No matter what kind of brave attacks, no matter how tenacious and tenacious fighting spirit is, it is meaningless, because the King of the Undead is too powerful, and any attack in any situation will lead to self-destruction.

Every soldier knows this deeply, but they have no fear. This is the pride and dignity of life.

"roar!"

When the wild roar sounded, a huge wild wolf lay between "Douglas" and the Kent warriors.

The wild wolf's body was already covered in scars, and several patches of hair seemed to have been burned by magic flames, revealing the charred skin under the fur. Only the silver line from beginning to end was still clear, like some mysterious thing painted with silver powder.

mark.

"Douglas" just glanced at the Silverback Wolf King, and the black aura of death surged out, forming a huge palm shape and grabbing at the angry Silverback Wolf King.

The Silverback Wolf King seemed to have expected that "Douglas" would use this method, jumping aside with the unique agility of the beast. But it was not an ordinary magic hand, but a surging breath of death. No creature could

Can't escape.

The giant left hand formed by the condensed breath of death gripped the Silverback Wolf King at an incredible angle and speed, and the huge wolf body was completely hidden in the giant hand.

Even as strong as a demon wolf, it could not withstand the erosion of the breath of death and the kneading force of the giant. Within a moment, the silver-backed wolf king's mouth and nose splattered with fountains of blood.

The silverback wolf king let out a miserable howl...

Amidst the shrill screams of the Silverback Wolf King, a huge silver dragon suddenly descended from the sky without warning, stretched out two huge front paws, and grabbed "Douglas"!

The King of the Dead didn't even need to raise his head to know that this aura that was very similar to the aura of a dragon was not a real dragon, but a counterfeit with dragon blood.

The death aura on "Douglas" suddenly extended out and hit the "dragon" wrapped in a silver film.

Even a real dragon would be swallowed up by the boundless aura of death, let alone an impostor? So "Douglas" doesn't care about this level of sneak attack!

Roger, a boy from the tiger tribe who transformed into a silver dragon, is far from being as strong as a top expert, but his reflexes and agility are definitely outstanding.

Seemingly without any time interval, the silver dragon readjusted its dive posture to flying high. The black aura extending from "Douglas" followed him like a shadow, growing and meandering, continuing to stretch high into the sky, chasing the embarrassment of the fleeing silver dragon.

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The black aura that has extended to the sky is like a life link, chasing Roger, who has transformed into a silver dragon, with nowhere to escape...

"Now!"

The panting silver dragon and the screaming silver-backed wolf king almost let out the same cry at the same time. A black figure was like an out-of-bore cannonball, drawing a darker trajectory in the heavy black fog, Billy Arrow.

Sharper and faster than lightning, it suddenly attacks "Douglas"!

It's the nameless skeleton!

The war scythe in the hands of the nameless skeleton shone with a golden light, and then completely disappeared into the black mist.

Only now has this tactic been fully revealed: Young Roger and the Silverback Wolf King are just two baits, attracting the attention of the King of the Undead and weakening the most powerful aura of death. The real killing move is

The nameless skeleton that has been waiting in the dark for an opportunity!

The courage of young Roger and the Silverback Wolf King was simply unparalleled. They risked being destroyed by the King of the Undead to divide the aura of death. Their cooperation was impeccable and had reached theoretical perfection.

All of this is just to create an opportunity for the unknown skeleton to take action.

The cooperation with the nameless skeleton is more perfect than perfect, and it is so skillful, as if it has been done countless times.

In the Silverback Wolf King's perception, this skeleton holding a war scythe is the Douglas who has fought alongside him countless times. All the cooperation does not need to be explained, he has already understood it by heart.

The tactics, movements, and even the timing and angle of action are all absolutely perfect.

But what they were facing was the King of the Dead, a concrete embodiment of the rules of the universe. Any form of cooperation, no matter how sudden a sneak attack, was meaningless.

Nothing can destroy death itself, but the nameless skeleton was able to destroy Douglas's body, and that was enough!

With the power of the King of the Undead, even in the face of such a perfect sneak attack, he can deal with it calmly, but he cannot do this.

Even if Douglas is close to god-level immortality, he is not truly immortal after all. His body will still be hurt. This is the kind of damage that the King of the Undead cannot feel.

If Douglas' body dies, the power of death will lose its carrier.

The King of the Undead has at least a hundred ways and ten thousand means to make a fatal counterattack, but he does not want to and cannot destroy the nameless skeleton.

Because the nameless skeleton is part of the carrier that holds him, if this skeleton is destroyed, the carrier of death will become eternally incomplete.

The power of death is so majestic and powerful that not only ordinary flesh and blood bodies cannot bear it, but even the bodies of gods with imperfect divinity can only use it temporarily.

Death itself is eternal, but the carrier of death is temporary. This is an unavoidable paradox.

He couldn't use the most destructive means to fight back, he could only dodge.

Until now, the King of the Undead has never evaded, nor has he bothered to dodge attacks of any strength or form, but now, Death itself has indeed had the idea of ​​​​dodge.

When this idea came up, the will of the King of the Dead discovered that it was a trap.

The Silverback Wolf King and Young Roger are the bait, and the nameless skeleton is the main attacker. This is an illusion! In fact, the nameless skeleton is also the bait!

The real attacker is Douglas. Douglas in the true sense, to be precise, is Douglas's consciousness and will!

The King of the Undead does control Douglas's body, but this control is not absolute, otherwise there would be no life here, and death would have leveled the world long ago.

It is precisely because Douglas's will has been fighting against the King of the Undead, fighting for control of his body, that the King of the Undead cannot exert its full power.

Now, the competition has heated up.

He grabbed the silver-backed wolf king with a giant palm condensed with the aura of death. Some of the aura of death had already stretched to high altitudes to engage in a chase battle with the flying and hovering silver dragon. He also had to dodge the attack without hurting the nameless skeleton.

, has caused the will of death to weaken slightly.

This is Douglas' opportunity.

The strongest will and the most tenacious spirit once again competed with the will of the Lord of the Dead, trying to control this body again.

Douglas's body has swung back slightly, which is a very obvious forward posture for dodge movements, but his feet are firmly nailed to the ground like nails, and most of his body is leaning forward, as if he is facing the enemy.

Towards the lightning-like black war scythe!

It is hard to imagine that a person's flesh and blood body can actually make two completely different movements. It is also hard to imagine that a person's consciousness can split into two completely opposite wills, so that all movements are distorted.

Deformed.

The fierce struggle in the spiritual world continues, causing the body to make very strange movements.

The King of the Undead's consciousness was dodging, but Douglas's consciousness was commanding his body to actively face the fatal blow. This was committing suicide.

Only by destroying your own body by committing suicide can the power of death have nowhere to go!

Liu Endeng behind him was silent. He took a small half-step with his left leg and stretched his right leg straight back. This was a very standard lunge. The Elf Shenzi Archer was about to attack.

The strange thing is that Liu Endeng did not have a bow or arrow in his hand. He did not even assume a shooting posture. Instead, he clasped his hands together and prayed loudly.

Ryu Endo was never a pastor, but his prayer voice was so loud.

The father-god of the elves has fallen. Even if the prayers resound throughout the world, there will be no response, but he is still praying.

Liu Yuandeng is the only son of the only god in the Elf tribe. Praying is completely redundant, but his prayers become louder and louder:

"Elves who have been passed down for thousands of years, the greatest creator of life, the biggest change in my elf family will occur at this moment. No matter what I do is right or wrong, I hope you can understand..."

It turns out that Liu Endeng was not praying to gods, but to the entire elves.

As the prayers became louder and louder, the expression on Liu Yuandeng's face became more and more determined. His delicate face seemed to be made of steel, and golden halos were emanating from his forehead.

The halo did not have any violent and domineering aura, but was so soft, making Liu Yuanteng's whole body shine with a faint golden light.

The golden halo floating around Liu Endeng's body is like a firefly on a summer night, carrying the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of insects, and the buzzing sound of leaping fish and warblers. It feels like you are on the bank of a river full of life after the rain, as if you are in a fragrant garden.

A sacred forest land with lush grass and colorful fallen flowers.

The soft golden halo is getting brighter and brighter. It is the most original breath of life, the last gift left by God the Father to the elves, and the basis for Liu Endeng to achieve immortality - Corellon's fragment of divinity!

This is the purest and most mellow breath of life in the world. Wherever the golden halo shines, even in the charred wasteland, even in the land of gray ashes, goose-yellow and tender green branches sprout. Life is in the place filled with the breath of death.

The universe between heaven and earth is still vigorous and abundant.

The flying and circling golden halo gradually scattered over Liu Yuanteng's body, densely wrapped in layers like a huge golden cocoon.

The intertwined light and shadow suddenly lit up, and this human-shaped golden cocoon was like an arrow from the string, suddenly "shooting" towards "Douglas"!

It was indeed a spurt rather than a flying collision. Yanagi Endou used his own body as a bow and the Father's divinity as an arrow to shoot Douglas, who had become the King of the Dead.

This is the arrow of divinity, this is the arrow of life. There is no way to dodge or block it.

When Liu Endeng's arrow of life hit Douglas's body, the golden light suddenly split open, like moths flying towards a campfire, and merged into Douglas's body with the most enthusiastic and joyful gesture.

Life and death both belong to the fundamental rules of the universe. It doesn't matter which one is more powerful, but their properties are completely opposite.

Life cannot be stopped, life cannot be killed, even death can only be born after life. Without life, there is no death. Life and death, like light and darkness, are two completely different levels of the same thing.

It turns out that the integration of life and death is so natural and smooth, just like a mighty river flowing into the boundless ocean, without any sluggishness or any obstacles.

The divinity of the God of Life jumped and sang joyfully in Douglas's sea of ​​consciousness, impacting and merging with the boundless aura of death, and at the same time canceling each other out.

Life sprouts, blooms, matures, ages, dies, and then sprouts again. Life is an eternal and infinite cycle, and death is also a part of this cycle. It turns out that death is just a link of life.

Waves arose in the sea of ​​consciousness that was drowned by the breath of death, and the void and nothingness that permeated the entire small universe had cracked open.
To be continued...