The sky was filled with thicker clouds than when the meteor shower started, and it was filled with endless death-like ashes. At this moment, it seemed that even the sky was dead.
Fear and awe. This is the common feeling of thousands of people in the square. Just like the ashes in the sky, the boundless breath of death completely envelopes everyone's feelings. What arises spontaneously from the deepest part of the soul is not the face of the enemy.
Or the kind of fear that contains hostility and resistance when facing a monster. This is a completely irresistible and irresistible fear. It is the biological fear of an unchangeable rule, power, and the fear of death itself.
The injured and weak people fell silently in this breath. Everyone else and the orcs were also stunned.
In the endless aura, a figure slowly walked out of the Hall of Light. The hall was already dim, and the white fluorescence that flowed on all the buildings in the Castle of Light at all times was gone. Even the white color of the marble itself had turned into a dead gray.
This man walked out of the main hall, but the entire main hall and the entire glorious castle were submerged in his dark shadow.
Every time he stepped, the ground beneath his feet began to crack, shrink, and turn into charcoal-like dregs. Only a few people in front of the main hall could see him clearly. Even the light shining on him seemed as if he had died immediately.
The originally handsome and sunny face was filled with boundless death-like indifference, with deathly gray eyes, skin as black and lifeless as obsidian, and a vast black aura constantly seeping out of his body and spreading outward.
What he holds in his hand is Diyagu's artifact, the hilt of the Black Star.
This aura originally came from the hilt of the sword, but now it spread outward from his whole body. It was darker, thicker and heavier. It wasn't that the hilt became a part of his body, nor that he became a part of the hilt.
The two have completely merged and are indistinguishable from each other.
But the empty eyes seemed to be looking at nothing, and there was nothing worth seeing. But the direction these eyes were looking at was the four people in the hall, Asa, Gru, Lancelot, and Adela.
The physical Pope Magnus. Although all people and all life are dust in front of him, these few dusts are indeed more noteworthy than others.
"How is that possible?" The Pope's face was as pale as paper, and his calm expression was gone. His body was shaking non-stop, and he finally knelt down. Not only did he kneel down physically, but he was also mentally connected.
He didn't even have the faintest sense of resistance or escape. These few words were all he had left to struggle rationally.
Once the King of the Dead appears, all necromancers will have no choice but to become his slaves. This is the fate set by Archibald for all necromancers. In exchange for being able to move freely in the Shadow Vortex Mountains, the necromancers
His body is all marked by the Dark Star, which is the mark of fate. Even if he is not Adela himself, no matter how firm and extraordinary his soul as Magnus is, it is accumulated in the Dark Star for thousands of years.
His breath is no different from that of an ant.
"Javi? How could it be him?" Lancelot's expression was no better than that of Gedela. Not even Archibald, no one had seen the dark star, known as the world-destroying artifact, being pulled up.
What it would be like. But he understood that now they saw it.
Talis knelt on the ground, her face covered in cold sweat from the pain. The prosthetic limb on her broken hand had withered and fell off. Lancelot asked a cardinal to use white magic to carefully craft the prosthetic limb, which seemed to be thrown away under the breath.
When the vegetable leaves entered the stove, the breath spread from her broken wrist to her body, killing all the life that came into contact with it.
"Attack this man with all your light arrow skills, use all your magic." Lancelot's loud shout came out. It's just that this time the Paladin's orders no longer had the calmness and magnanimity of the past, and some
Like hysteria in fear.
Light Archery is a very low-level white magic. There are thousands of people in this square who can use it. Following Lancelot's order, thousands of white light belts are directed towards Jia at the entrance of the main hall from different angles.
Wei shot away. Although many of the spells dissipated midway due to the distance, the light gathered together was still dazzling.
But the light shining on Jia Wei only made the black mist around him fluctuate for a moment, and then he was swallowed up by the mist, but he didn't even move a finger. This magic weapon was originally designed to destroy undead creatures.
He had no effect at all. The next moment, the magicians' fireballs, ice spikes, awakening arrows, and hundreds of magics of all levels flew towards here, but then a white light curtain appeared in front of him, and all the magic
All the impact on the body dissipated silently.
This is not his ability. The one who emits this magic defense light curtain is more than a dozen figures behind him. More than a dozen skinny old men in white robes are slowly walking away from the Guangming Hall. Their movements are stiff and their appearance is skinny.
The degree is also different. Many of them are no different from skeletons. What they have in common is that the soul flames unique to corpse witches are burning in their eyes.
Lancelot's expression was extremely ugly, and even his lips were trembling. Not only him, but almost everyone who could see this scene had the same reaction. Everyone in the Glory Castle knew these corpse witches with the appearance of old people.
They are the corpses of past popes preserved in ice crystal coffins deep in the basilica.
Not only here, the large area of corpses left by Inham on the square is also the most active now. The mummies and skeletons all stand up unsteadily on their own.
No one deliberately uses necromancy magic. Even necromancy magic itself was created by Archibald based on the breath of the dark star. This breath itself is already the purest, strongest and highest necromancy magic. Huge
The entire Glory Castle is shrouded in this aura. The once Holy Land of Light and the City of Faith is now just a dead land.
"Escape, this is no longer a monster that humans can deal with." Before the main hall, Asa took a deep breath and uttered a few words with difficulty.
Although he didn't understand why Javi appeared here and could hold the hilt of the Black Star, he knew best what it meant to truly hold the hilt. He had experienced this in the deepest and most empathic way.
The aura contained in the sword is no longer a human being who can completely control it.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that Jia Wei's eyes that had no eyes or expressions were looking at him. There was a strange smell that was different from this breath, but at this time, he was already there.
It was impossible to have any thoughts to distinguish. He originally wanted to take advantage of the priests' magic to go forward and try to see if he could take the hilt of the sword from Jia Wei's hand, but now it seems that there is no need to try.
But just as he said these words and was about to turn around, he saw a figure rushing forward with a dazzling light.
In a world of total darkness and gray, this piece of light is dazzlingly bright and full of vitality. Even the light of thousands of white magic just now is not as bright, pure and powerful as this light. This white light is mixed with
The majestic green atmosphere, although the entire Glory Castle is still shrouded in gray and black, all the black and gray in the place where this figure passed has been dispersed, like shining meteors across the sky in the dark night, even the number of people on the square
When thousands of people saw this ball of light, the gray-black haze that had filled their hearts was relieved.
There is only one and only one person, and the only one who can rush out like this at this time is Gru.
He is the only person in this dead place who can still stand upright without any signs of slump or being affected by this aura at all. From the moment Javi's aura appeared, Gru's eyes and attention were fully focused.
When he arrived, although the magic in Inham left him covered in wounds, and although the power and darkness of this aura had long been beyond human resistance, the fire in his eyes and the light of fighting spirit at this moment were stronger than ever before.
He didn't ask who it was or what it was. He didn't need to follow it or know it. Just when he felt the presence of this thing and its aura, a voice seemed to tell him that it was an enemy.
Maybe it's because his vitality is too strong. When others are completely shocked by the breath of death, only he has the ability to resist, show fighting spirit and hostility, and instinctively feel disgust. Maybe it's because he just used
The leaves of the World Tree are repulsive to this aura, perhaps for some other reason that even he himself does not understand. This sudden hostility and fighting spirit are so strong, coming from the depths of his soul.
In this shaggy fighting spirit, there is also a feeling of touching his own soul just like when he was fighting to the death with the Knight of Lancelot Temple. Half of it was hostility and fighting spirit, and half of it was to make this feeling deeper, he rushed
To Javi.
A white light curtain flashed in front of Jia Wei again. The more than ten corpse witches behind him just out of instinct, all released magic to protect their gods. These corpse witches were all top magicians in their lifetime, even if they practiced proficient
The aura of white magic and the black star are incompatible, and the magic shield created by the combined clan is far beyond that of any single magician.
A white light image burned to the extreme and pierced the sky, burning all the brilliance accumulated for hundreds of millions of years and rushing out to hit the huge black hole that swallowed everything. The light curtain that had just resisted hundreds of magics was under this power.
The collision with each other was as useless as the paper shield under the cannon. The white and black collided together without any hindrance.