Dust of History Chapter 1: Prologue of Destruction (Part 1)

Thicker clouds covered the sky than when the meteor fire shower started, and it was all boundless ashes like death. At this moment, it seemed that even the sky was dead.

Fear, awe. This is the common feeling of thousands of people on the square. 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 kind of hostile and rebellious fear when facing an enemy or a monster. It is a completely irresistible and irresistible fear. , the fear of power, the fear of 'death' itself.

Injured and weak people fell silently in this breath. Everyone else and the orcs were dumbfounded too.

Amidst the endless breath, a figure slowly walked out of the Hall of Light. The main hall was already dimmed, and the white fluorescence that flowed on all the buildings of the Glory Castle at any time was gone, and even the white of the marble itself had become a kind of dead gray. This person walked out of the hall, but the entire hall, the entire Glory Castle was submerged under his shadow.

Every time he took a step, the ground under his feet began to crack and shrink, turning into carbon-like dross. Only a few people in front of the main hall could see him clearly. Even the light shone on him as if he would die immediately.

The originally handsome and sunny face was filled with boundless death-like indifference, dead gray eyes, skin and body as black as obsidian, lifeless, and a vast black aura continuously oozing from him. Diffuse outward. What he held in his hand was Di Yagu's artifact, the hilt of the Black Star.

This breath was originally emitted by the hilt, but now it diffuses outward from his whole body. And darker and thicker and heavier. It's not that the hilt has become a part of his body, nor is he a part of the hilt, the two have completely merged without distinction.

But the empty and empty eyes seem to be looking at nothing, nothing is worth looking at, but these eyes are looking at the direction of the ground. It is the four people in the hall, Asa, Gru, Lancelot, and Pope Magnus who is twisting Adela's body. Although all people and all lives are dust in front of him, these few particles of dust are indeed more noteworthy than others.

"How is that possible?" The pope's face was as pale as paper, and his calm expression all along disappeared. His body was shaking constantly, and he finally knelt down. Not only did he kneel down physically, but he didn't even have the faintest sense of resistance and escape mentally. These few words were all his remaining rational struggles.

Once the Necromancer appears, all necromancers can only become his servants. This is the fate Archibald has set for all necromancers. As the price for being able to move freely in the Shadow Spiral Mountains, the necromancers all have the brand of the Black Star on their bodies, which is the brand of fate. Even if he is not Adela himself, even if his soul as Magnus is firm and extraordinary. Under the breath accumulated by the dark star for thousands of years, it is no different from an ant.

"Jarvie? How could it be him?" Lancelot's expression was not much better than that of Della. Even Archibald, no one has seen what it would be like if the black star, known as the world-destroying artifact, was pulled up. But he understood that now they had seen it.

Talis knelt on the ground, her face covered in cold sweat from the pain. The prosthetic limb on her severed hand has withered and fallen off, and the prosthetic limb that Lancelot invited a cardinal to use white magic to make is like a vegetable leaf thrown into the stove under the breath, which comes from her The severed wrist spread towards the body, killing all the vitality that came into contact with it.

"Attack this person with everything that can use light archery, and use everything that can use magic." Lancelot shouted loudly. It's just that this time the paladin's order was no longer as calm and magnanimous as before, a bit like hysteria in fear.

Light archery is a very low-level white magic. There are thousands of people who can use it on this square. Following Lancelot's order, thousands of white area practice light belts head towards the main hall from different angles. Javie shot at the mouth. Although many spells dissipated halfway because of the distance, the rays of light gathered together were still extremely dazzling.

But the light shining on Jia Wei's body only caused the black mist around him to fluctuate, and then was swallowed by the mist, but he didn't even move a finger. The magic that was originally designed to disintegrate undead creatures had no effect on him. The next moment, the magicians' fireballs, ice thorns, awakening arrows, and hundreds of levels of magic all flew here, but a white light curtain appeared in front of him, and all the magic hit it silently. Dissipated without a trace.

This is not his ability, it is more than a dozen figures behind him that emit this magical defense light curtain. More than a dozen skinny old men in white robes are walking slowly from the Hall of Light. Their movements are stiff, and their skinny appearances are different. Many of them are no different from skeletons. What they have in common is that the burning eyes It is the unique soul flame of the Lich.

Lancelot's expression was extremely ugly, and even his lips were trembling. Not only him, but almost everyone who could see this scene had this reaction. All the people in Glory Castle knew these old man-like corpses, which were originally the corpses of successive popes kept in ice crystal coffins in the depths of the hall.

Not only here, but the large area of ​​corpses left by Inham on the square is also the most active now. Those mummies and skeletons all staggered to their feet.

No one intentionally uses necromantic magic, even the necromantic magic itself was created by Archibald according to the breath of the black star, which itself is already the purest, strongest and highest necromantic magic . The huge castle of glory is completely shrouded in this aura. The once holy land of light and the capital of faith is now just a place of death.

"Run away, this is no longer a monster that humans can deal with." Before the main hall, Asa took a deep breath and spat out a few words with difficulty.

Although he didn't understand why Jiawei appeared here and was able to hold the hilt of the black star, he knew most clearly what it meant to really hold the hilt. After experiencing the aura contained in this sword, it is no longer a person who can completely control this sword.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to feel that Jia Wei's eyes that have no eyes and eyes to speak of are looking at him, and there is a strange smell different from this breath, but at this moment It is impossible for him to have any thoughts to distinguish here. He originally wanted to take advantage of the gap between the magic of the priests to go up and try to see if he could take the hilt from Jia Wei's hand, but now it seems that there is no need to try.

But just as he said these words, when he was about to turn around, he saw a figure rushing forward with a dazzling light.

In a world of dead black and dead gray, this piece of light is dazzlingly bright and full of vitality. Even the light of thousands of white magic just now is not brighter, purer and more powerful than this time. This white light is mixed with a majestic green breath. Although the entire Glory Castle is still shrouded in gray and black, but in this All the black and gray areas where the figure passed were dispelled, like a shining shooting star across the sky in the dark night, even the gray-black haze that was filled in the hearts of thousands of people on the square when they saw this light was also one of them. loose.

There is only one person, the only one, Gru is the only one who can rush out like this at this time.

He is the only one in this dead place who can stand up straight without any slump, and is not affected by this breath at all. Since the appearance of Javi's aura, Gru's eyes and attention have all been focused on him, although the magic in Inham made him covered with injuries, although the power and darkness of this aura has long been beyond human control Resistance, but the flame in his eyes, the light of fighting spirit at this moment is unprecedentedly strong.

He didn't open his mouth to ask who this is and what it is, he didn't need to follow it or know it, just when he felt the existence of this thing, this breath, there seemed to be a voice telling him ~IndoMTL.com~ this is the enemy.

Maybe it's because his vitality is too strong. When other people are completely shocked by the breath of death, only he has the ability to resist, to show fighting spirit and hostility, and to instinctively feel disgusted. The leaves of the world tree he just used and the repulsion of this breath may be some other reason that even he himself does not understand. The sudden hostility and fighting spirit are so strong, coming from the depths of the soul.

In this shaggy fighting spirit, there is also a feeling that he touched his own soul just like when he was fighting with Lancelot Temple Knight just now. Half hostility and fighting spirit, half to make this feel a step further, he lunges at Javi.

A white light curtain flashed in front of Jia Wei again, and the dozen or so Lich behind him just instinctively released their magic to protect their gods. These Lichs were all top magicians during their lifetimes. Even if their proficient white magic and the breath of the black star are incompatible, the magic shield released by the team is far superior to any magician.

The image of white light burned to the extreme and pierced through the sky, burning all the brilliance accumulated for hundreds of millions of years, rushing out and hitting the huge black hole that swallowed everything. The light curtain that had resisted hundreds of magic just now had no effect under the impact of this force, just like the paper shield under the cannon, and the white and black collided without hindrance.