The death knight's mirror image was filled with the power of death, riding a nightmare horse, and stood in front of the death knight.
The Abomination of Time uses Mirror of Time against the Death Knight.
Garen's body glanced at the demigod-level Necromancer, and used the evanescent mirror image on the skeleton-like mage, summoning the Necromancer mirror image.
Next, the two mirror images rushed towards their true form.
"Envoys of the Goddess of Magic, you can go and eliminate the ordinary soldiers of the Death Legion."
"Let me handle these demigods."
Garen smiled gently at the demigod spellcasters of the Heart of Spells and said.
Several spellcasters tacitly stayed away from the silver dragon, and without being stopped by the demigod of death, they began to cast large-scale sealing or banishment spells, clearing away the black ocean-like death soldiers one by one.
At this time, Garen withdrew his gaze and looked at the cowering undead dragon.
"you..............."
Gallon hasn't finished speaking yet.
A smile appeared on the translucent face of the undead dragon, and he quickly said in dragon language: "I am willing to surrender!"
"I was forcibly brought into the Kingdom of God by the Lord of the End of All Things! If you can help me solve the death mark left by Him, I will be happy to betray His faith."
The belief in undead dragons is very shaky.
This is consistent with its identity as a dragon.
It tells the truth.
The Undead Dragon originally believed in the Lord of the End of All Things for no money anyway, but he didn't expect to get the protection of the other party's divine power, and then slowly became an angel of death in a daze.
"You are quite sensible."
"Stay here and help the Heart of Spells deal with the army of death. As for the Death Seal on your body, you don't need to worry about it."
Garen looked at the undead dragon and said.
The undead dragon, which had just belonged to the Death Legion, soon turned against him, and in order to express himself, he worked very hard to kill the soldiers of the Death Legion.
Garen raised his head and looked at the battle between the two mirror images and their bodies.
The battle between the mirror image of the elapsed time and the two demigods of death was back and forth, looking extremely anxious.
The necromancy spell was recited, and endless bone claws were explored in the space, grabbing at the mirror image from all directions, but the mirror image seemed to know its attack methods very well. When the other party just chanted the spell, it laid out the indestructible bones.
A, surrounding itself to resist attacks.
Then, the mirror image raised its hand and cast the withering line of death without hesitation, but the necromancy spell also penetrated the defense in advance.
On the other side, the same is true for the battle between the Death Knight and the Mirror Image.
Every move they make seems to be carved out of the same mold. Both sides know their enemies well, so it is difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time.
"The mirror of elapsed time is considered the most powerful ability possessed by the evil god of time."
Garen nodded slightly.
After learning all the time-based abilities of the God of Time, Garen's combat power has once again improved to a higher level. Originally, it would take some effort for him to deal with demigods of the same level in a one-to-many situation, but now he feels relaxed.
So freehand.
Next, the Titan transforms into Garon and extends its dragon wings.
The body that covered the sky and the sun set off a hurricane torrent, and the solid dragon power and wind pressure surged toward the Necromancer like a mountain.
The necromancer's skinny skeleton had an ugly expression on his face, and he was a little distracted.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mirror Image's eyes lit up and he quickly constructed a spell.
A giant hand, completely black and made of the power of death, rose up from the ground, grabbed the Necromancer and squeezed it hard.
Click!
Layers of bone armor defenses were shattered, and the necromancer was hit by the hand of death. After finally fighting back and escaping, dragon wings like a city wall roared in with a terrifying hurricane.
Snap!
Like swatting away a mosquito, the huge dragon wings pressed down like a canopy, slamming the Necromancer into the ground. After smashing through an unknown number of layers of underground rock, he was embedded deep into the earth and rocks.
Immediately.
Each bone claw is like a blooming flower bone, grabbing the necromancer and breaking open the earth.
After the necromancer lost the power to resist, Garen followed the same method and sealed it with the time amber sealing technique.
Rather than killing enemies directly, Garen now prefers to seal them away forever.
A living demigod is a priceless treasure.
Among Garen's collections, the most valuable ones now are the many demigods he captured.
Now all that's left is the Death Knight.
The silver dragon turned its head and looked at the death knight who was fighting with his mirror image.
The two had just fought once, facing each other at close range, with the epee against the epee. The space around the sword body collapsed and regenerated, and the power of death erupted.
Garen, the giant god, flashed his body, and a claw fell from the sky, pressing towards the death knight.
The silent heavy-armored knight raised his head and looked at the silver dragon claws that looked like the sky was falling, with crazy blue flames igniting in his eyes.
It twisted its arm hard, abandoned the heavy sword, and threw the mirror image more than ten kilometers away.
Bend over and bend your legs, raise your arms high.
The death knight let out a heavy gasp, and for Garen, his ant-like body pressed against his dragon claws, struggling to exert his strength.
Bang!
The death knight felt the terrifying power of destruction. His arms wrapped around the power of death exploded into powder, and then his body was crushed and crushed by the clenched dragon claws. Similar to the death wolf, the skeletal body and steel heavy armor turned into
It's hard to tell one from the other in a puddle of mud.
"Comparing strength with a dragon that is stronger than myself?"
"I've died so many times that my brain has been damaged."
Garen shook his head slightly, questioning the quality of this collection.
The power of dragons has always been the best among all races. At the same level, not many creatures would want to compete with dragons, let alone Garen, who is in the form of a giant with terrifying power at a glance.
Beat him half to death, cast the time amber sealing technique, and throw him into the dimensional space... Garen completed these steps in one go, and his movements can only be described as flowing and flowing.
at the same time.
He looked around and looked at the situation on the battlefield.
After losing the demigod of Death as their opponent, the envoys of the Heart of Spells and the Grand Arcanists destroyed everything and shattered the portal connecting to the Kingdom of Death.
Without the continuous supply of the power of death, the soldiers of the Death Legion cannot be resurrected infinitely.
Their number is still quite terrifying, and from Gallon's perspective, they are all spectacular.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see a dense mass of undead creatures that are almost squeezing and pushing each other. There are skeletons, ghouls, walking corpses and other creatures raging on the surface, and there are gargoyles, ghosts, magic bats, etc. in mid-air.
The creatures are flying and it’s hard to count.
However, such a dense number allows the power of the spell to be brought into full play.
The blessing of the goddess of magic makes the magic power of many spellcasters nearly unlimited. They can cast spells without stopping without worrying about the loss of mental power.
The bright auras of various spells burst out and flickered, covering one area after another.
Endless undead creatures are sinking in the frenzy of spells, and their numbers are rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gallon did not stop here.
After he dealt with the Death Demigod, he used time teleportation again and went to the war zone where another teleportation gate was located.
In Netheril, on the Shenau Yangtze River.
The sound of the surging river, the roar of the undead creatures, the caster's chanting of incantations... All kinds of sounds gathered together and reflected in Garen's ears.
As soon as he appeared in this war zone, he saw an old acquaintance.
The King of Arcanists, no, the former King of Arcanists, Iolum.
To be continued...