Dust of History: End (top)

"Give you thirty seconds of casting time, let me see the spellcasting art of the so-called highest human spellcaster."

The way Morrill looked at the Lich was not as if he was looking at ants, but he was looking at ants.

"Okay, you said it yourself." The Lich's laughter was ten times worse. The necromancers behind her quickly dispersed, each stood in a position and began to chant spells.

This is not a duel, and it is not a suitable time and place for a duel, let alone such a child-like condition. Lancelot and Roland originally wanted to go up to stop and persuade Morel, but they didn't dare. They felt that whether they persuaded or acted without authorization, what they got in exchange was just a fist. All they can do now is to retreat, retreat into the remaining coalition forces and lead the others to retreat together.

What Morrill can despise does not necessarily mean that others can despise, or that others must not despise. These few are the top master-level magicians, and even the magic that any one of them prepares to release in thirty seconds can turn all the remaining coalition forces into ashes.

The incantations of the other necromancers resonated with each other in a strange rhythm, like background music for the main theme, and this main theme was the Lich's ugly voice that didn't sound like a voice. The sound of chanting like a broken gong being smashed by a broken jar poured out from Vidnina's mouth. She opened her arms like a singer who devoted herself to singing, facing the darkest group. dark.

This strange and ugly mantra ensemble keeps rolling up black vortexes in the air, superimposing each other and resonating with each other, and then returning to Lich, the most ugly and terrifying singer, gradually condensing around her is almost harmonious. The position of the Undead King is almost dark, so dark that it cannot be darker.

Different from the ones around the Necromancer King, this blackness is not only so black that it cannot be blackened, it is so black that it swallows everything. Moreover, it seemed to be a living monster, rising and agitating, turning into a huge black ball hanging above the heads of Morrill and Gru.

Countless skeletons of the undead that had been scattered on the ground jumped again at this time, overlapping each other like countless ants, melting strangely like wax and then condensing again. It's just that the recondensed bones are much smaller, and all the remains of the undead that were swept away by Gru were recondensed again, but only more than a dozen huge skeleton dragons were condensed. But if you look closely, you can find that the bodies of these skeleton dragons are no longer bones, but crystal clear but faintly visible, and they are actually revenant banshee-like bodies. This is no longer a skeleton dragon, but a further ghost dragon.

Dozens of ghost dragons soared up, and slowly fell down around the pitch-black ball in the midair. Although slow, all the space under the ball has been covered by this spherical shape. The figures of Morrill and Gru looked like two insignificant dots.

"How about this Necromancer Song? I know that all the magic nowadays can't help you. I'm not interested in using the current magic system to compete with an ancient dragon in dragon language magic. But have you forgotten that we all Is it an individual from the Lord of the Dead? The power of the Song of the Dead who sang together for thirty seconds has already summoned the power of the King of the Dead himself. Every ghost dragon there has a power that is not inferior to that of his life, even if you What if you were once the strongest of the Black Dragon Clan? Could it be that you can still compete with the great Black Star..."

The black around the body echoes the black ball above, and the lich is like the messenger of this black world, triumphant. But her complacency only lasted for a few seconds.

Amidst the two earth-shattering roars, two figures soared into the sky.

If Gru's long roar is already a huge and indestructible sharp weapon that seems to tear apart the darkness, Morrill's voice is a sea that is boiling, exploding, raging, and drowning everything here . There was no light around Morlier's body, but it looked more dazzling than Gru, who was emitting a dazzling fighting spirit. Her human body was so small, but with this rush and jump, it seemed that the entire ground was sunken.

If Gru's long roar is like an invincible sword, Morrill's voice is a boundless, irresistible sea that is boiling and exploding. This one is sharp and sharp, one is magnificent and unparalleled, they reflect each other and set off each other, and they are completely matched seamlessly, as if these two figures and these two whistling sounds are originally one. Amidst the loud bang, the huge black object actually shattered.

But it wasn't the shattering black sphere that made the sound, it was the shadow dragons around it. After the dazzling light of Gru's incarnation soared into the sky, it turned into an afterimage of light, and quickly passed between the ghost dragons, and then the dozens of ghost dragons were all shattered, almost at the same time, making a loud noise The entire sea of ​​undead was shaken.

What shocked the Lich the most was not the loud noise, but the shattering of the black ball. Morrill's tiny body rushed into the blackness that seemed to devour everything, and then the darkness shattered silently. The combined forbidden spell used by several master-level magicians, which can be said to be grand masters, was actually broken by this person with his bare hands.

The shock was not just mental, the bodies of several necromancers including Vidnina trembled at the same time, and then slowly collapsed. Vidnina's lich body shattered like a biscuit that had been stepped on, and so did the other necromancers. This is the backlash of the dark star, and their consciousness and body have long been connected with the blackness.

In just the blink of an eye, the jet-black aura and ghost dragon in the sky were all shattered, leaving no fragments behind. Only two figures slowly landed from mid-air. The grudge light on Gru's body has weakened a lot, but Morlier is still the same, without any light on his body, but still more dazzling than anything else, even more eye-catching.

"Your body has fully recovered?" Gru looked at Morrill and asked calmly. His body was covered in blood, and it was not an easy task to crush these ghost dragons. But no matter what, even if there is an ancient dragon beside him, he still looks so strong, flawless, majestic, and invincible.

"Ah. There hasn't been such a good feeling in tens of thousands of years." Morrill's laughter rolled and echoed in the darkness. "After spending these days, the two necromancers finally managed to successfully practice half of the true meditation at the last moment, and the two of them broke the seal with their lives."

"You mean both of them...?" Vidnina's voice came intermittently from her collapsed body. Only her collapsed body can slowly condense, and the other necromancers have become dust all over the place. Even as servants of the Necromancer King, they couldn't stand the backlash of the dark star's breath. If it wasn't for the lich's soul gaining self-awareness and gathering spirit thaumaturgy at the level of a master, she could only be like them now. .

It's not that she didn't guess the purpose of Sandro leaving here, but she didn't chase after him. One is that she really doesn't have the confidence to deal with Sandro and Agrinel without leaving Dejagu. The second is that she understands that even if Sandro can sacrifice his life to lift the seal, the seal may not be completely broken.

This seal originally needs to be cracked by someone who has completely practiced the meditation of truth, but Sandro, or any necromancer, has not practiced the meditation of truth. Moreover, the life of Moreel in the seal has already been exhausted, so she is not too worried. But now it seems that the black dragon princess is in good health and condition, and her fighting power is even higher than when she faced Archibald five hundred years ago. It wasn't until this time that she realized that it was not only Sandro who sacrificed his life to break the seal, but also Agrinel.

"Yes, there are two people, two very interesting people. Half a day ago, the two of them collided with each other on my sealing magic circle with all the magic power and life force gathered for more than ten days through the meditation of reality, and finally I broke the sealed ball made by Chen Kibad with my blood and soul. It is a complete crack, and all the power inside belongs to me. And after so many years of recuperation, I think my power is enough now."

"That's why you use them as an experiment, you want to try to see how much power gap there is between you and that guy?" Gru asked.

"Yes." Morrill sighed. Looking at the darkest black mass, he shook his head and sighed. Her long fiery red hair flicked, and even this expression of contempt and pity seemed impassioned and powerful. "It's a pity that I'm so disappointed. As I felt before, such a guy can actually become the king of the dead. It's simply an insult to this artifact."

"Impossible, that's the power of the great king of the dead. No matter how powerful you are, it's impossible to contend with this power." Vidnina lay on the ground, wailing.

"Stupid. Can't you feel it? The power of this dark star is too weak. I felt it as early as when the hilt was picked up, and I felt that the veins of the entire continent have been enveloped In this dark breath, it is just like when the king of elves picked up the black star. But it seems that because the carrier is too weak, the size of this power is too far apart, like a baby just born No, or a puppet is more suitable. Such a guy can't even preserve his own consciousness, so what is the king of the dead? You must know that even if the king of the elves at that time did not have the black star, his power was not above me. Next. Compared with the kid holding the hilt of the Black Star, the power difference is like an elephant and an ant."

"It's just a pity that I didn't have the ability to do anything at that time. The seal and the injuries from the last battle have made me unbearable. At first I thought that I could only wait quietly in the ground to die. Kibbard's agreement could no longer be fulfilled, but I never thought that there would be a necromancer who would come to unseal the seal for me at this time, and there were two acting guild leaders. They were supposed to become the king of the dead My servants, who became half-dead and lived forever, unexpectedly used their own lives to wake me up." Morrill let out a long sigh. "These days they have taught me one more thing, except for Archibald, humans and monkeys are not useless."

"Those are 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 very few such interesting times." Molly There was a look of reminiscence on Er's face, and she was actually a little emotional. It seemed a strange feeling that such a sensual expression appeared on such a powerful and almost incomprehensible creature like her.

"For the first time, I found that the lower animals of human beings are really interesting, more interesting than all the life I have seen. Although it is only a few decades, it is almost all the instincts, instincts , but they can be intertwined in various wonderful and interesting ways, precipitated, and become a variety of experiences and results. From them, I can see a lot, and I can see their lives, which are countless ** countless What is entangled and condensed is actually more vibrant, more interesting, and more memorable than our tens of thousands of years of life.”

"No ~IndoMTL.com~ They are two traitors." Vidnina screamed suddenly, her collapsed figure has gradually condensed into a prototype, but this is only the shape, the power and magic in it The structure has long been shattered, and she is now about the same as a lowly Lich. "They did not practice the fate given by Archibald, but avoided it, and they did not hesitate to destroy it with their own lives. They are the shame of Di Yagu and the necromancer."

"You are a disgrace to mankind. No, you are a disgrace to all creatures." Morrill turned his head suddenly and roared at her. The huge sound shook the Lich's withered muscles, and this roar almost It directly shook her re-solidified body and shattered it.

"You bite Archibald one by one, do you really understand his meaning and thoughts? It's just to find a great shield for your stupid actions. You can't even be regarded as a villain. The villain at least dares to admit it. What you have done is evil, you can only be regarded as a villain at best, and you are imprisoned in your own humble spiritual world like an ant, but you still think you are great?" Morrill looked at the Lich with contempt. "Can human women be so disgusting? It seems that giving birth to males in the den is what you should really do. Women who think they can do something big and think they are great are usually the source of trouble. But don't worry, I I'll make you the same as this undead wreckage all over the place."

Just when Morrill raised his hand, the blackest mass of black suddenly broke open.