When Asa rushed into the darkness that represented the King of the Dead, he heard such a sentence. He was stunned.
It wasn't just this sentence that made him stunned, although the sentence itself was enough to make him stunned.
Gru used the earth-shattering arrow shot from the phantom bow to break through the substantial darkness. He threw himself in. No matter how terrifying the scene was in the darkness, and how terrifying the King of the Undead was, he would have been there long ago.
He was prepared, but he didn't see anything terrifying. He only saw a young man with a gray body standing in the center, saying this to him numbly.
The surrounding darkness has closed again. But the center of the darkest black, the birthplace of all the dark atmosphere in the Sea of the Dead, is not dark at all.
There is nothing abnormal here. The darkness just forms a closed space around it. From the outside, it looks extremely dark, but in the middle, it is as calm as the eye of a typhoon. And it is real and pure.
An almost nihilistic calm.
A gray man stood in the center, a gray smoke condensed on his body to form an armor. His expression and eyes were as empty and void as those around him, but other than that, he didn't look like there was anything big about him.
Abnormal. Except for the black sword hilt in his hand that exuded a faint aura that extended into the surrounding dark barriers, he and the core of the endless sea of the dead, the legendary king of the dead who destroyed everything, seemed not to be.
Great match.
It is different from when it first appeared in the Glory Castle. Not only the appearance has changed, but the feeling is also completely different. There is no longer the biting blackness that swallows everything, and there is no more aura that shocks and frightens all living beings. All that is left is the surroundings.
The same emptiness and nothingness.
Perhaps this is the essence of death. The so-called horror, cruelty, and blackness are actually just coming from the heart of the living being.
If it weren't for the aura coming from the dark sword hilt in his hand, Asa would really have thought that what was in front of him was just an illusion of nothingness. He couldn't even muster the fighting spirit, just like a man who had summoned up enough courage, thought enough, and written a good book.
A hunter who had written a suicide note and was about to kill a lion by mistake found that what he was facing was just a portrait.
Not only was there such a sense of weightlessness, this person standing in front of him really made him feel a sense of nothingness. It seemed that there was a physically real emotional black hole there, absorbing all his feelings, all impulses, all
All the power has disappeared.
"I know you will definitely come, so I have been waiting for you." The King of the Dead said hollowly. "I can feel now that all of this is the pull of fate. So I am here, waiting for fate to take its turn.
You bring it."
"Destiny? I have heard this word many times, but it makes me feel more bored each time, especially now."
Asa was talking to himself rather than talking to him. He had no interest in chatting with this opponent, whether he was the King of the Undead or whoever he was. He knew who was left outside now before he rushed in
The one you have to face is the Necromancer. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of warriors may be dying.
Words can only go through process, but what he needs to get here will never go through process.
"No matter what fate you are talking about, I only know that I am here because I want to come, and I come to get a result." Taking a deep breath of the endless empty air in the middle, filling the chest, it seems to be giving
He was filled with the feeling of fighting spirit and strength again. This deep inhalation was not just air, but also sucked out all the thoughts and sources of power from the depths of the body and soul. He raised his knife and pointed at the man who had become the King of the Undead.
people.
"Either you die or I die. No matter which outcome it is, it doesn't matter. Come, let me see the fate you mentioned." Asa's voice has become hoarse. He is not just speaking with the air he inhales, his body, spirit and soul are deep.
All the emotions and power everywhere have surged out and surged through the body.
I don't know whether it was because he rushed into this space, or because he sensed his will. The Ghost King's robe had long been attached to his body, and it seemed that every fiber had been integrated into the capillaries of the body, and was integrating with the body.
1. Judging from the appearance, this is no longer an ordinary-looking robe. Prismatic horns and protrusions began to appear on it, like a beast finally showing its claws and horns.
Maybe it’s because of facing this endless emptiness, maybe it’s because we finally have to face the reality that we may have to die, maybe it’s because of this looming fate, all the things pouring out from the depths of consciousness are becoming more and more intense. Although
In just a moment, the past scenes flashed through my mind with incomparable clarity, connected in series, and cemented into one.
I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want you to die and everything will be over.
A roar suddenly came from his mouth, reverberating like it was being torn apart in this extremely empty space. Asa's man had become one with the knife in his hand and the robe on his body, turning into a phantom and using everything to inspire condensed energy.
He rushed towards the King of the Dead with all his strength, and he wanted to use this real power to tear this empty enemy into pieces.
Outside the central emptiness, the aura of darkness slowly faded away. Partly because of Gru's arrow, and partly because of the huge black shadow coming across the sky from behind.
Huge, strange notes came from the black shadow, and then echoed in the space. It was not in any knowable language, but more majestic and incomprehensible than any language. The vast desert actually sounded like a small chamber with constant echoes.
, the echoes did not disperse, but continued to reverberate and overlap with each other. Countless blue sparks began to appear in the space that was originally filled with dark aura, and the remaining coalition forces all began to lie down on the ground.
, holding their heads and tossing and groaning, only a few people could still stand amidst this weird and huge sound.
In the distance, the tide of undead that was slowly coming here has completely stopped, and the undead are gradually collapsing amidst this loud sound.
Located in the center of this sea of the dead, any elemental magic is originally powerless in the face of the death energy of the dark star. The ubiquitous dark energy not only drowns all life, but also all elements can only be submerged, even
The spellcasting abilities of the archmages in the coalition forces here are so low that they are not as good as ordinary mages. However, this is obviously the power of magical spells, but they are still running rampant. The dark atmosphere is gradually dissipating in this spell, and it returns.
Retreat into the darkest mass in the center...
"Teacher Moriel Sandro, are you really going to do this..." The flames in Vidnina's eyes were swaying like candles in a hurricane, and they would be extinguished at any time. She already understood the moment she saw this figure.
How is this going.
Only the dragon language magic of the ancient dragon can break through the barrier aura of the Dark Star in this way, and there is only one dragon in the entire continent that can emit this magic, the black dragon princess Mori who was sealed under Negan by Akibad.
you.
The necromancers behind the Lich didn't react at all, but looked indifferent, even more indifferent than the Lich who was already undead. When the King of the Dead was so close to Diya Valley, the sword of the Dark Star had been activated.
.The brand of the Dark Star in their bodies has taken effect. All the original rationality has been covered up, and now it is just something between the corpse witch and the lich, between the living creature and the undead.
This is the inevitable fate of the Necromancers, the path set by Archibald. But Sandro chose another path at this last moment.
The Lich suddenly turned around, and the flames in her eyes suddenly swelled. The Dark Dragon she sat down opened its huge mouth, and the overwhelming green corpse fire spurted towards Gru and everyone below.
But the fire stopped after only half a moment, and all the sounds echoing in the space suddenly stopped. All the blue sparks in the space gathered around the green corpse fire and the dragon of darkness, and then the sprayed out
The corpse fire seemed to solidify in mid-air, and the next moment, the green fire began to collapse together with the entire body of the giant cyan dragon.
With an extremely unpleasant scream, the Lich led several other necromancers to jump down to the ground. When they landed, the Dark Dragon had turned into fragments all over the sky and disappeared into the void, even if the surrounding darkness was
Even the aura of the star failed to preserve its image.
"Is this Landa's soul imprisoned in the Dark Star? Your spell makes me very sad, little lich girl..."
The black dragon had flown up in the blink of an eye. The huge figure was shrinking and deforming as it landed. When she landed, she had become the image of a woman in black with fiery red hair. She looked at the lich and the person behind her.
The other necromancers then nodded casually and said: "In terms of human beings, you are very strong. In terms of magic power, you are probably only a little weaker than Akibad. But I really have nothing against the undead.
I like it, so you all go to hell."
Moriel's voice still retains the majesty of the dragon. Although the effect of dragon language magic has dissipated, not many people in the coalition can still stand up. Especially the orcs, even the strongest ogre among them is now fighting
They were almost like a frightened rabbit. Even when they faced the endless undead, they had never been afraid, but now they were trembling. This is the nature of animals, the instinctive fear of beings that are far stronger than themselves.
"Don't tell me that joke that's not funny. Your dragon's power is of no use to us." Only the Lich and a few Necromancers didn't look afraid. Although the Dark Dragon had been defeated, they were facing the most powerful force in the mainland.
A powerful creature, Widnina still laughed like an owl. "In front of the great King of the Undead, what do you mean to me?"
"King of the Undead? Are you talking about this thing?" Moriel turned his head and glanced at the pitch black, and smiled. "Do you think just finding a guy with the hilt of the Black Star can become the King of the Undead?
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She turned her head and smiled at Gru again: "Come on, kid, let me see how much progress you have made. Let's get rid of the skeletons of these reptiles first, and then we will go and unscrew that guy's head together."