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339 The Lord of the End of All Things(1/2)

This is destined to be a dark day recorded in history.
The black door suspended in the air is like a portal to hell. The boundless air of death rolls out, covering the sky and plunging the world into the reign of darkness.
Wherever the breath of death passes, rivers dry up and flowers and plants wither.
Even the mountains are dying step by step, and the heavy rocks slowly turn into gray-white dust.
Accompanying these scenes were the boundless legions like a black ocean.
Liches, skeletons, walking corpses, burning skulls, gargoyles, undead dragons... Countless undead creatures are the largest number of warriors in this legion, but there are also human spellcasters.
Orcs, orcs, and even elves and other creatures.
These are the people of believers in the Lord who is the end of all things.
Among them are more than a dozen demigod-level beings. As leaders of the Death Legion, they directly obey the orders of the God of Death.
This king of the walking dead is not in vain. His army is enough to destroy the Netheril Empire and the Demonic Sun Realm at the same time. Whether it is high-end combat power or comprehensive strength, the Death Army far exceeds the power of this main material world.
Moreover, these are definitely not all the combat power in the Kingdom of Death, they are only part of it.
It doesn't stop there.
The land of Felin began to tremble everywhere.
Especially places like cemeteries and barren mountains.
There seemed to be some creature struggling and moving under the soil. After a while, the soil finally broke through, revealing a rotten body that was covered in blood and flesh, or even just a skeleton.
The dead returned from the kingdom of death, and under countless horrified eyes, silently burst out towards the land of Nether, and merged into the death army in an endless stream.
"It finally begins."
"This real war."
In the quiet canyon, the silver dragon raised his head and looked at the teleportation gates lying in the sky where the boundless power of death was concentrated, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
At this time, Faerûn looks a bit similar to the Dragon and Elf war zone in the main timeline.
The gods' armies have precise targets and are large in scale. They generally do not attack ordinary people, but they also do not control the aftermath of unintentional waves. If they are affected, they will have to consider themselves unlucky.
Unless you want to try to get revenge on a god, what else can you do but consider yourself unlucky?
Garon's canyons were also eroded by the power of death.
The canyon, which was originally beautiful with beautiful scenery and the fragrance of birds and flowers, was also shrouded in the aura of death. At this time, many scenery was decaying and dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is the Lord of the End of All Creation releasing extraordinary divine power to influence the environment, turning the environment of Faerûn into a home suitable for the performance of His Death Army.
The power of gods is difficult to exert in the main material world.
But this doesn’t mean that even a little bit cannot be shown.
When a god, a powerful god, is determined to destroy a force in the main material world, his anger will make the entire world tremble.
"Teacher, you are indeed the master of the end of all things."
Karsus, who was also in the canyon, came to Garen and said in a low tone.
"This god guides the phaerim to fight against Nether."
"His hands are stained with the blood of my Netherese arcanist."
As he spoke, Karsus' tone was calm, but Garen could see that there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes. It was the flame of anger, the great arcanist's anger towards the gods.
"Then try to make Him pay for it."
The silver dragon lowered its eyes and looked at Karsus.
"Karsus, my proud disciple, are you ready?"
Karsus nodded solemnly.
"I am fully confident that I can successfully perform the Ascension Technique."
"Now I just wait until the Lord of the End of All Things is distracted, and I will make Him pay a heavy price for this."
He said every word.
Garen nodded slightly, and at the same time stood up with his huge body, slowly unfolded his dragon wings, and said with a smile: "I have been silent for a long time, now it's time to move my muscles and bones."
During the conversation.
The magic network spread all over Faerûn began to tremble violently.
Boundless elemental energy riots swept everywhere like the tide of the sea, dispersing the endless power of death, and the sky covered by darkness regained its brightness.
Other than that.
The arcanist of Nether, and the phaerinn of the monstrous realm.
At the same time, everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that their connection with the magic network seemed to have become deeper, and they could mobilize more elemental energy, allowing spells to be cast more easily and gain more power than before.
However, the four portals connected to the Kingdom of Death, guarded by demigods, still stood tall.
At the same time, the magical portal opened again.
Nagas, murlocs, orcs, elves, humans... An army of spellcasters from various races came out of it and descended directly to the border of Nether's land, guarding it silently.
The army from the [Heart of Spells], the Kingdom of Missriel, has arrived.
Every soldier here is a spell caster, facing the army of death from afar across the sky and the earth.
The oracle of the goddess of magic came at the same time, saying that she would not ignore the unprovoked persecution of the arcanists and the phaerim by the Lord of the End of All Things. These two races have their own people and believers.
At the call of the goddess of magic, many phaerim and arcanists rushed to the battlefield to stand on the side of the spell army.
During this period, the arcanists were surprised to find that some spellcasters whose names were recorded in the history of Faerûn but who suddenly disappeared appeared in the spell army. It turned out that they were absorbed into the kingdom of the goddess of magic.
at the same time.
The gray wasteland of one of the Outer Planes.
The realm of the God of Death, the Lord of the End of All Things, also known as the underworld, is located on this plane.
Deep in the fortress built by the accumulation of countless bones.
Sitting on the wailing treasure carried by the skulls of various creatures, the God of Death opened his indifferent and narrow eyes.
This god has dark eyes without any color.
Facing Him is like facing the ultimate fear, the fear of the end of death.
His eyes reflected the death of all things in the world.
There is a phantom-like cloak behind him. The windless and automatic cloak hides most of his body. Only the pair of dark eyes can be seen. One of his palms is pressing the thick roster, and the other hand
He was holding a quill pen with ink hanging down, as if he was writing something.
"Miss Riel, are you going to be my enemy for the sake of a mortal empire?"
In the Bone Fortress, the coldness of the Lord of the End of All Things is overwhelming, but the voice of no joy or anger can be heard, like talking to himself, echoing, spreading far away.
"Haha, you said arcanists are your people?"
"When did a group of arrogant arcane masters who did not fear the gods become your people?"
The Lord of the End of All Things seems to have received a response.
He sat on the Skull Throne, raised one hand, tilted his head, and continued to speak in a tone as cold as ice.
"So, no matter what, you have to help them resist the end of death?"
The Lord of the End of All Things slowly stood up.
His gaze was like electricity, penetrating through endless space and planes, as if he had come directly to the heart of the spell, and looked at the goddess of magic who was full of radiance.
"Very good, Missriel."
"Now let me try to see if your magic has improved over the years."
With that said, the body of the Lord of the End of All Things disappeared from the underworld.
God is basically invincible in his own kingdom.
But gods are never afraid to leave the kingdom of God. After all, they are never prisoners in the kingdom of God, but gods aloft.
The Lord of the End of All Things and the Goddess of Magic left the Kingdom of God at the same time.
To be continued...
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