Woo, it's a little slower...I'm guilty

It's obviously easy, but it's a little bit worse...

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"A meaningless struggle. What do you want to prove?"

The young emperor sneered: "Before stirring up your relatively flexible tongue, it is best to use your stupid head to think about what will happen if you disobey me? This is the last chance I have given you. If you surrender to me, you can still save your life and even enjoy the joy of being a conqueror."

But his expression still changed.

"Submission to a dead soul?" Edward retorted without hesitation: "Also, are you really suitable now? Are you the Great Emperor Isgandal? Let me guess, in fact, you haven't been born in this world for long... The opportunity... should be the one who entered here first, right? He awakened you, and you took his memory?"

The psychic squinted his eyes, his silver-glittered pupils staring at the handsome face, every expression that was a little out of control.

"Oh, maybe not just him, but most of them are just messy rumors. It's ridiculous that you actually pieced together the so-called emperor from it. To be honest, if this was an ordinary palace, you might be blinded by you for a while. However, no emperor, at least a living person, would like to put himself in a pile of skeletons? The only answer is that he himself is just an image of a pile of dead bones!"

"Stop it! Foolish mortal! You have exhausted my patience and are ready to pay the price for your behavior!"

The scolding turned into a rumble like thunder, not only from the other party's mouth, but from the direction of nowhere...

Accompanied by this terrifying sound, there was a stronger sense of oppression! The pressure of the spirit suddenly became ten times heavier, making the psychic warlock step by step - at this moment, he felt like facing the huge waves of the tsunami, overwhelmingly submerged him in the unfathomable sea water...

That kind of fear has almost turned into despair and spreads in the hearts of mankind.

A little warm feeling is gradually spreading in the body at the next moment. It is the assistance brought by positive energy, even if it is just a little bit, which is enough to save people's souls in the cold wind.

However, Edward did not feel much relaxed, because he immediately noticed the figure blocking his face. The beautiful and brave ground turned a little pale.

"Scary power..." The blazing holy flames burned like a torch, but after a few heavy breaths, Elena finally made a sound: "It is actually able to suppress the gift of the Lord of the Dawn. Such evil... is far beyond imagination."

"It is indeed the king of ancient times, and it is indeed a great power."

The young man named Tiberius Gragu suddenly spoke at this time. The old wizard beside him held up his staff, and a faint luster surrounded the four people, protecting the almost vague pressure: "This kind of power is something that is truly worthy of admiration."

"What a madman." Edward gritted his teeth and couldn't help but murmuring curse: "Plan to become the puppet of that monster?"

"I have no special interest in him, whether he is the Great Emperor Isgandal, God, Demon, or Dead. As long as it can give me what I need, it will be beneficial to me." To the brief curse, the young man turned a deaf ear to him, he raised his head with a smile on his face: "I am a citizen of the empire, and the empire is a country with the strong as the criterion. It seems that there is no need to consider whether it is a weak enemy or a strong attack.

Edward couldn't help but feel sank in his heart.

From the beginning, more than half of what he said to the monster emperor was to warn these people - although he was a competitor before, this guy's arrogance could be seen in a short contact. As long as he made good use of it, a warrior of the Great Knight level and a high-level mage would be enough to tilt the balance of victory in his direction.

But now it seems that human hearts are indeed something that is difficult to control.

"Do you want to sell your soul to the devil?" The paladin couldn't help but whisper an angry whisper. When facing a strong enemy, courage will make her calm and peaceful, but some principled questions can easily arouse the anger in her heart.

"Do you think that selling your soul to a god is considered noble? A stupid slave to God." The young man sneered loudly: "To become strong, you must make sacrifices, regardless of whether it is part of you or something you cherish. Power: itself is a transaction, and a person must make efforts to obtain it."

"Okay, very good, smart idea." The young emperor, or his incarnation, zombie... spoke. The original calm had faded away. He turned his black and red eyes to the golden halo: "As for you, poor mortals! Pray for your humble life, because you will soon be wiped out... Hahaha! Come, the power of death will transform this humble existence into one of you."

He stepped forward, his luxurious robe without wind, and with the sound of laughter, the whole room vibrated...

It's not because of the resonance caused by sound waves, but the real vibration.

The lamp holder, door lintel, altar or throne are all invaded by a deep darkness, and then, hands, feet, bodies, heads... countless bones jumped and twisted, changing from one form to another. Get up from the ground.

Originally just human bones, they actually combined into a more terrifying image. Several skeletons pieced together a larger head, dozens of arm bones, and leg bones twisted into the shape of limbs.

This guy seemed to have some human characteristics, his crawling back and limbs on the ground, but he was like a giant dragon. Dark red flames were burning in his huge hollow eye sockets, and the hairs all over his body... In fact, it might be more appropriate to call it a bone spur. Although it looks sparse, it can be combined with the black carapace and bone plates exposed below it, which immediately reminds people of the pain of cutting bones.

As for the pair of forelimbs, the five pale finger bones were almost completely exposed, and the tips were as narrow and sharp as sickles. In comparison, the legendary claws that the dragon proud of were probably already gentle toys. What's more, the ten bone knives were surrounded by purple-black death breath, which was particularly shocking.

"Edward, leave here...you take Lisa first. I will find a way to open a road outside."

The paladin suddenly pressed his voice into a low whisper.

When she turned her head, Edward noticed that the originally blue pupils had turned into a flashing golden color, making her face a little strange.

"Let you be the queen? Stop joking..."

"Now is not the time to be a hero!" The paladin frowned. The anxious and uneasy in his tone was beyond words: "We can't escape together! I... Although my strength is not as good as him, I am more than enough to use the self-guarantee. But I am not proficient in the teleportation of magic. Therefore, you must find a channel to go out..."

"You know I don't know much about magic...haha."

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth in the shadow of the psychic warlock, but there was no movement at all under his feet - he easily participated in this fatal adventure, and both girls followed him just because they were the new ones. He might not mind letting strangers take the blame for him, or he would be willing to do that, but let his woman behind the palace find an opportunity to escape by himself? Even if such a guy has strength in the future, immortality or anything else, he will always be Makoto Ito.

"Before you are erased, in the last moment, you will see clearly this power. This great power given by God is also the power to send you into the abyss of hell... absolute power!"

The shout with laughter finally fell. While the conversation was made, while the monster showed its figure, the emperor's movements did not stop at all. As soon as his long words fell, the space around him suddenly lit up! The lightning as big as a bucket was stimulated from his hands, and at the same time it spread the shining golden light and shadow around the paladin!

However, the lightning then turned in a direction and put the light green shield with a rumbling sound!

The wild lightning lasted for a moment, but the shield flashed a few times, and finally turned into invisible! The mage who supported the defense groaned and staggered back. The power of the divine power and the power of mortals were indeed incomparable. He obviously did not expect that the guy who seemed to be unable to resist would bend the level of the space so easily!

The residual light of light scattered in the air and turned into a tiny halo, illuminating a black robe behind him. He stood there quietly, his hood with deep shadow covering his face, and there was no change.

But all the gazes projected on him seemed to be slightly shocked - they noticed some decisive differences.

Of course, this is not the end.

Around the psychic warlock, there was a strange light, subtle and bright, like a starry sky surrounding it. He raised his hand, and then the starlight expanded - at least fifty magic missiles flashing with bright purple light pulled the long trail and pounced on the human figure standing in front of the throne, covering the sky and the earth, continuously bursting purple balls one after another on the invisible barrier, making people's hearts feel the evaluation of "Qimei".

"Interesting trick!"

The emperor's incarnation made a sharp scream, and then the biting cold wind condensed in the air and roared in the next moment! The terrifying ice condensed every drop of water from the air, turned them into sharp fangs, and stabbed towards the figure... And not only the emperor himself, the little Count and his mage, but also the dozen humans who had already collapsed around him, all jumped up at this time. The ice condensed like their hands and feet, ice spears, ice skates, ice arrows..., large and small, but soaked the entire space! They were like pliers and scissors. They bit and intertwine, enough to cut any solid thing!

For a moment, almost everyone's vision was filled with this blue!

But the psychic warlock immediately returned the color.

He stretched out a hand from his robe, bent a finger, and then, the storm that rolled out of thin air formed a wall of circular airflow in the space. The moment he touched the fierce ice crystals turned into countless scattered dust!

"The Supreme Leader is...how did he do it?"

This scene made the old mage not far away sigh - he crushed a gem ornament and wrapped the four people in a layer of golden protection. Whether it was a storm or ice, they could only dissipate in front of this defense, but the old man's eyes were staring at the black figure tightly.

Because his every move has violated the common sense of magic.

The strong wind then dissipated, revealing the figures of the spiritual warlock and the emperor who were confronting each other from afar.

"Kill him, I will give you the reward you deserve... far more than you imagined."

The shadow next to the throne spoke. He seemed to have returned to that calm state, but he also lost the arrogance that was in control of everything, and his eyes were locked in the black shadow. His words were directed at another person.

“As you wish.”

The young man named Tiberius Gragu smiled, but did not take action. He just gave an instruction to his subordinates.

So the giant man stepped forward. In just a moment, his body became bigger. As he moved, the leather armor that had been strapped to pieces was finally unable to bear it. It broke into a creaking moan and barely surround him, which was somewhat similar to the underwear that someone remembered.

"Come on, boy. I haven't encountered an opponent who can be evenly matched for a long time."

Walking out of the golden aperture, he laughed wildly, waved the big sword in his hand that looked similar to the long sword. The wind pressure brought out a sharp loud noise, and he walked down the field with his legs like a pile driver. The closer he got, the more he felt the hugeness of this monster. In comparison, his opponent was like a five or six-year-old child.

A glorious child.

The paladin's body bent forward, tilted like a tight bow, with a little toe. The ground was trampled into pieces, and her body had turned into a short trajectory of white holy light!

The giant faced the attack in a motionless posture - the posture of his bent body was to crush the muscles of his waist, abdomen and arms into a tight spring. Then, in the moment of a short attack, stretched the joints and muscles, and stinged like a poisonous snake that curled up the body, greatly increasing the power of the attack!

The burning sword and the black giant sword drew trajectories in the air. The three collisions almost destroyed everyone's hearing. The thunder-like thunder roared the entire hall, and the fine bone pieces were scattered.

So the battle unfolded again.

As the darkness spread, the skeletons climbed up from every part of the hall, and the white light passed out from the shadow of the room, outlining Miss Lisa's figure. Several bones that had just climbed up from the ground immediately turned into dust. In the positive conflict between positive and negative energy, the defeat of negative energy is usually the ending, such as pouring soup on snow, like fire melting ice, which is the most amazing.

But even so, it was not as good as the shadow of the black robe. Edward just bounced his fingers, and green spheres of at least three feet in diameter condensed in the smoke-like air.

It should be a second-class acid bead, but now they can almost erupt in acid... A flash of light on the surface, and the acid from another world turned from a spherical shape to a small waterfall flowing on all sides. The crackling and hissing corrosive sound made loud. Several undead skeletons turned into black residues in an instant! They also enveloped the strong warriors standing nearby. If he hadn't stomped his feet and flew away more than ten feet, he would probably have ended up better than those skeletons.

Then the sense of smell began to be destroyed - the suffocating sour smell spread everywhere, the terrible sour smell destroyed the air in full swing, and even blocked people's breath in an instant. The nasal cavity seemed to be rotten, leaving all lives with the ability to retreat.

Even the emperor standing next to the throne.

"Shadow." He murmured, and then his whole body turned into a blurred shadow.

It disappears here and appears in a corner of the hall.

But the shadow that had just condensed again couldn't help but pause slightly - the light around the hall had dimmed at some point - was shrouded in a large dark green luster.

With the hand stretched out from the black robe, half of the hall was shrouded in light, and several warriors who were still sprinkling ice crystals immediately fell to the ground wailingly. The flesh and flesh of the body seemed to have been drained from moisture, and the armor and weapons of the hands and feet fell all over the ground! Even the emperor's incarnation staggered when his body was in contact with the dark green luster - the luxurious robe covered his body, but the appearance of the human body was shriveled.

...

Edward's silver pupils flashed, carefully capturing the change.

"This guy's body is not a real material form, so it can change so strangely. But as long as one thing is mastered, one can easily deal with originally complicated things."

"His form is not a ghost, possesses an entity, to be precise, but that entity is mostly made of energy, very pure...

"That's probably a real divine power - one and a half planes must be built to suppress it. I'm afraid that only real divine power can make such a correspondence."

"He is a zombie constructed by divine power! The power of divine power replaces negative energy and provides the source of his activity, but there should be some of them. As long as he finds and destroys that part, he will probably collapse."

“…”

Countless thoughts were surging in Edward's mind and fleeting - but to be precise, the thinking that did not belong to him was more like a mind with a **, giving him the necessary knowledge.

Giving this word is not appropriate, practical, or precisely, it is called indoctrination.

Not only knowledge, but also personality, way of thinking, and view of the meaning of life. Countless thoughts will surge in the moment of contact! Although it is not an aggressive oppression, it is too complicated... If the spiritual pressure of Isgandal just now was a tsunami, then these consciousnesses are the entire ocean, and even the entire planet itself!

Such a quantity is directly pressed on a person's spirit!

This is the price of the Royal Staff... to be continued...

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