"Give you thirty seconds of casting time, let me see the so-called highest caster of human beings now."
Morriel looked at the lich not as if he was looking at the ant, but was originally looking at the ant.
"Okay, this is what you said yourself." The lich's laughter was even more unpleasant. The necromancers behind her quickly dispersed, each standing in a position to start chanting the spell.
This is not a duel, nor is it suitable for the duel, nor is it a condition like playing with children. Lancelot and Roland wanted to go up and stop and persuade Morrier, but they didn't dare. They felt that
Whether they were persuading or taking action without authorization, they only got a punch. What they did now was to retreat and retreat into the remaining coalition forces to lead the others back together.
What Morrier can despise may not be despised by others, or others must not be despised by others. These are the top master-level magicians, and even any of them can use thirty seconds to make the magic that they are ready to send out.
All the remaining coalition forces turned into ashes.
The spells of several other necromancers ring each other at strange rhythms, like the background music that foils the main melody, and this main melody is the sound of the lich that is so ugly that it doesn't sound like. The broken gong was broken by the broken jar.
The sound of chanting like a completely violent knocking on the ground kept coming out of Vednina's mouth. She opened her arms like a singer who was devoted to singing for love, facing the darkest black.
This strange and ugly spell ensemble kept rolling up the pitch-black vortex of breath in the air, superimposing it and resonating with each other, and then returning to the ugliest and terrifying singer of the Lich, who gradually condensed the nearly undead spirit around her.
The king's position is almost dark, so dark that it cannot be more black.
Unlike the ones around the Necromancer King, this black is not only so black that it can no longer be black, but also as if it were a living demon, rising and stimulating, turning into a huge black ball hanging high in Morrier and Ge
The top of Lu's head.
Countless undead bones that had been scattered on the ground jumped again at this time, overlapping with each other like countless ants, and melted strangely like wax and then condensed again. However, the recondensed bones were much smaller, and were swept across the surroundings by Gru.
All the remaining undead wrecks condensed again, but only more than ten huge skeleton dragons were condensed. However, if you look closely, you will find that the bodies of these skeleton dragons are no longer bones, but are as crystal clear as jade but also appearing faintly.
It turned out to be a banshee-like body. This is no longer a skeleton dragon, but a further ghost dragon.
More than a dozen ghost dragons flew up, and the black ball surrounding the air slowly fell down. Although it was slow, all the space under the ball was covered by this ball. The figures of Morrier and Gru only seemed to be
Two trivial dots.
"How is this song of the Dead? I know that all the magic nowadays probably can't do anything to you. I'm not interested in using the current magic system to compete with an ancient dragon for dragon language magic. But have you forgotten that we are all dead
Is the King's personal? The power of the thirty seconds of combined force to praise the Necromancer Song has summoned the power of the Necromancer King itself. Every ghost dragon there has its power that is no less than that of his lifetime, even if you were once black
What can the strongest man in the Dragon Clan be like? Can you still compete with the great Dark Star..."
The black around her was echoing the black balls above her. The lich was like the messenger of the black world, proud. But her pride only lasted for these few seconds.
Amid the two earth-shaking long roars, two figures soared into the sky.
If Gru's long roar was already a huge and invincible weapon, it seemed to tear the darkness apart, Morrier's voice was a sea of boiling and exploding, flooding everything here.
There was no light around her body, but it looked even more dazzling than Gru, who emitted a dazzling Douqi light. Her body was so small, but when she rushed and jumped, it seemed that the entire ground was sunk.
If Gru's long roar is like an invincible magic sword, Morrier's voice is an endless and irresistible sea that is boiling and exploding. This sharp and sharp, a magnificent, complementing each other, and contrasting each other,
They actually cooperated perfectly, as if the two figures were originally one. With a loud bang, the huge black shattered.
But the sound was not a shattered black sphere, but the surrounding ghost dragon. After the dazzling light of Gru's incarnation soared into the sky, it turned into a afterimage of light, quickly passing between the ghost dragons, and then these dozens of them were the same.
All the ghost dragons were shattered, almost at the same time, and the loud noise made a shock to the entire sea of undead.
What shocked the lich the most was not the loud noise, but the shattering of the black ball. Morrier's tiny body rushed into the darkness that seemed to devour everything, and then the darkness shattered silently.
Several grandmaster-level magicians used by magicians who can be said to be grandmasters were actually broken by this man with his bare hands.
This shock is not just spiritually. The bodies of several necromancers, including Vednina, shook at the same time, and then slowly collapsed. Vednina's lich body was like a piece of trampled on.
The cookies were all shattered and scattered, and the same was true for the other necromancers. This was the backlash of the dark star, and their consciousness and bodies had long been associated with the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, the dark aura and the ghost dragon in the sky were all shattered, and even the fragments were not left. Only two figures slowly landed from mid-air. The light of the fighting spirit on Gru's body had become much weaker, but Morrier still
In that way, there is no light on your body, but it is still more dazzling and dazzling than anything.
"Your body has been completely recovered?" Gru looked at Morrier and asked lightly. His body was covered with blood, and it was not easy to smash these ghost dragons. But no matter what, even if the one around him was an ancient giant dragon.
, It seems that he is still so strong, flawless, majestic and invincible.
"Ah. I haven't felt this good in tens of thousands of years." Moril's laughter rolled in the darkness. "After all these days, the two necromancers finally managed to practice half of the truth at the last moment.
In meditation, the two of them unsealed the seal with their lives."
"You mean both of them are…?" Vidnina's voice came from her collapsed body intermittently. Only her collapsed body could slowly condense, and several other necromancers had become one of them.
The backlash of the dust and the black star aura even as the servant of the deceased king would not be able to bear it. If the lich's soul had not had the independent consciousness and the magic of gathering spirits had the level of a master, she would have been able to
Just like them...
She guessed the purpose of Sandru leaving here, but she did not chase after her. First, she really did not have the confidence to deal with Sandru and Agrenier while leaving Dea Valley. Second,
She understood that even if Sandru could really sacrifice himself to lift the seal, the seal might not be able to be completely lifted.
What this seal originally required was to crack the person who had completely practiced the real meditation, but Sandru, or any necromancer, had not finished practicing the real meditation. Moreover, the life of Morrier in the seal had already been consumed.
It's almost done, so she's not too worried. But now it seems that the Black Dragon Princess is in good health and in good condition and has a high combat power, which seems to be better than when she faced Akibad five hundred years ago. Until this time she
Only then did I realize that it was not only Sandru who sacrificed himself to unseal the seal, but also Egrenel.
"Yes, it's two people, two very interesting people. Half a day ago, they used real meditation to condense all the magic power and vitality that had been colliding with more than ten days on my sealed magic circle, and finally broke.
The seal ball made by Chen Kibad with my blood and soul is completely cracked, and all the power inside is back to me. And after so many years of recuperation, I think my strength is enough now."
"That's why you used them for an experiment. You want to try how much difference is between you and that guy, right?" Gru asked.
"Yes." Morriel sighed. He looked at the blackest black ball and shook his head and sighed. Her long red hair was shaking, and even the look of despising and pity seemed to be inspiring and powerful. "It's a pity that I'm
So disappointed. As I felt before, such a guy could become the king of the dead. It was simply an insult to this artifact."
"Impossible, that's the power of the great necromancer. No matter how powerful you are, you can't compete with this power." Vednina lay on the ground, wailing.
"Idiot. Can't you feel it? The power of this dark star is too weak. I already felt it when the hilt of the sword was picked up, and I felt that the entire continent's veins were already shrouded in this dark aura.
In the middle, just like when the Elf King picked up the Black Star. But it seemed that because the carrier was too weak, the size of this power was too far away, just like a newly born young boy.
No, or puppets are more suitable. Such a guy can't even preserve his own consciousness completely, so why are he talking about the King of the Necromancer? You should know that even if the Elf King at that time had no black stars, his power was not below me.
For the boy who holds the hilt of the Black Star's sword, his strength is like an elephant and an ant."
"It's just a pity that I was no longer able to do anything. The seal and the injuries from the last battle were already unbearable. I originally thought that I could only wait quietly on the ground to die, regretting Chen Kibad and I was also regretting
The agreement could never be completed, but I never expected that at this time there would be a necromancer who would unseal me the seal, and the two acting guild presidents came. Originally, they should have become servants of the Necromancer King.
Become a semi-undead person who will always exist, but unexpectedly use their own lives to awaken me." Moril sighed a long sigh. "They have taught me another thing these days, except Akibad
In addition, these monkeys in humans are not useless.”
"That's really interesting two people. If possible, I really don't want them to die, and I want to hear their chats with each other. Even tens of thousands of years ago, there were rarely such fun times."
It was a look of recollection, and she was a little emotional. This emotional expression actually appeared on a creature like her that was so powerful that it was almost incomprehensible, and it looked like a very strange feeling.
"For the first time, I found that humans are really interesting, more interesting than all the lives I have ever seen. Although it has only been a few decades, almost all desires and instincts can be used
All kinds of wonderful and interesting ways are entangled together, settled down, and become various experiences and results. From them, I can see a lot, and I can see their lives, which are formed by countless entanglements of desires.
, it is more vibrant, more interesting, and more memorable than our tens of thousands of years of life."
"No. These two traitors." Vidnina was next to her suddenly screamed. Her collapsed figure had gradually condensed into an archetype, but this was just a shape. The power and magical structure in it had long been shattered. She now
It is similar to a lowest corpse witch. "They did not practice the fate given by Akibad, but escaped, and did not hesitate to destroy it with their own lives. They are the shame of Diya Valley and the shame of Necromancers.
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"You are a shame to human beings. No, it is a shame to all living things." Morriel turned his head suddenly and yelled at her. The huge waves of sound shocked the dry muscles of the lich's body fell one after another. This roar almost directly turned the roar.
Her re-solidified body shook and scattered.
"Do you really understand his meaning and thoughts? You just find a great shield for your stupid things. You can't even be a villain. At least you dare to admit what you have done.
What is a bad thing, you can only be considered a villain at most, you are confined to your humble spiritual world like an ant, but you still think you are great?" Morriel looked at the lich with contempt. "Human women actually do it.
Is it so disgusting? It seems that giving birth to a male in the nest is what you really should do. Women who think they can accomplish something big and think they are not worthy of it are usually the root of chaos. But don't worry, I will let you and this one be together immediately
The debris of the undead are like that."
Just as Morrier raised his hand, the blackest ball of black suddenly broke open...