Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 642: Elegy of Death

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The tall Naga clan powerhouse was holding a sword and looked at a loss.

"Dead!"

Ron's sleeping lips spit out a word fiercely with his eyes full of resentment.

Like a sharp sword's gaze piercing through the eyebrows, the strong Naga clan felt the pain of juliè from his head, and then, a scene that made outsiders look extremely strange happened.

I saw that the head of the strong Naga clan suddenly became thick and swelled like a balloon. The more it swelled, the face of the strong Naga clan showed pain.

With a "bang", finally, the balloon inflated to its limit and exploded. I saw the head of the Naga sanctuary expert exploded like a watermelon, and blood shattered along the brain.

"How could this be?"

Alternative students, seeing Ron wake up, all the powerful sanctuary of the Eighth Legion were dumbfounded. In an instant, they felt a permeating danger...

"Bang...bang...bang..."

Ron's eyes widened, and the powerful pressure suddenly spread, and the heads of the surrounding Naga clan experts exploded one after another. Like popcorn, their huge bodies collapsed and a lot of smoke appeared.

With Ron's powerful strength, he basically killed the strong below the sanctuary in seconds. Soon, the corpses of the strong Naga tribe died.

No one noticed that from the dead bodies of the powerful Naga tribe, a tiny black thread-like object floated out of them, flying towards Ron like a target.

Ron opened his mouth and sucked, sucking the black threads directly into his mouth.

Those black threads are struggling constantly, and there is a look of fear in the smoky faces. These black threads are the souls of the dead Naga clan powerhouses. They are bound by Ron’s "soul extraction". Until he was absorbed into Ron's soul.

After inhaling those souls, Ron was shocked. The injuries on his body quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was intact after a while.

With a sound of "canopy", Ron's body turned into a thousand black mist, broke free of Xia's embrace, and floated in the air.

"Ron...you...you finally woke up!"

Xia raised her head and looked at the sky, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

"Yes..." Ron nodded slowly. He looked at Xia, who was covered in scars, with a trace of unnoticeable anger in his eyes. Then, his eyes turned to those strong in the sea clan sanctuary, cold With a cold smile, he said in a deep voice.

"Those who hurt us will have to pay!"

"What? He woke up..."

Vitala was taken aback.

Boljokov sneered, "What about waking up? In the end, Yi Yang died. No one can fight against the powerful Eighth Army!"

Looking at Ron floating quietly in the sky, for some reason Fleet instinctively smelled a hint of danger.

"Be careful, this guy may not be that simple!"

"It doesn't matter, kill him first!" Vitala gritted her teeth and said.

As long as you kill the necromancer, you can know the girl's whereabouts through his soul, so Vitala doesn't worry about finding someone, as long as she is still in the Shenandoah Continent.

"Kill!"

Under Vitala’s order, the Eighth Army once again carried out a massive offensive. Countless marine fighters stepped forward to save them. Frogmen, murlocs and other races carried weapons to kill. Demon, sea witch and other professions have released long-range attacks. For a time, countless frost and fire bombs flew into the air, and the coral chariot of the sea clan also began to roar, and stones with various magical powers were projected into the air.

"Swish swish"

The figures of Vitala, Fleet, Burjokov and others turned into a group of phantoms, flying out like streamers. They spread their teeth and claws, swimming in the air like snakes, flying in four directions. come.

"What's the matter?"

Nicole, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked. She looked at Ron in the sky with a trace of confusion. She felt that Ron was obviously different when she woke up, but she couldn't tell where the difference was.

Nicole's hand gradually squeezed, and she secretly said, "Ron, you must come on!"

"Damn it!"

Xia Ya yelled and took a violent step forward. With a wave of her long sword, she assumed a desperate posture, and the heavy armor "cacked...cacked..." with her movements.

At this time, she felt a dizziness in her mind, but it was signs of overdraft in her body.

Xia yelled something bad in her heart. At this time, she only felt her body sink. When she looked up, she saw that Ron had been standing on her right shoulder for some time. The wide shoulder armor just contained Ron. That thin body.

"Ron, you..." Xia Ya asked dumbfounded. She could see that Ron's eyes contained a powerful war spirit.

"Char, don't worry!"

Looking at a group of Naga Sea clan flying over, resembling monsters, Ron's mouth was slightly sneered, "These people, leave it to me!"

Unexpectedly, Xia nodded obediently. She straightened her body and looked at the sea warriors rushing over without fear.

Ron's robe swings, and among his white arms, a bone stick is tightly pinched. The skull of the young dragon at the top of the bone stick is so dazzling, there are black holes in the eyes with a strange light.

"Why? I have a bad feeling..."

Azerothik was caught in the air by the second prince. The fat on his body was trembling constantly, and there was a look of fear on his face. He always had an unspeakable intuition for danger. It was this intuition that made him once again. Once again, he escaped the danger, so that he, who was weak in strength, could survive to the present.

"No, leave soon... that necromancer... terrible!" Ezehik said in a panic, "If we don't go, we will all die!"

"Really?"

The second prince was skeptical. In his eyes, Ron was no doubt about the dead, but he was cautious by nature. He hesitated and felt that he was listening to Ezehik. He immediately turned around and brought Ezehik. K flew to the rear.

At this time, Ron began to sing in a low voice.

"The night is permeating the rotten land... The dim moonlight lingers the sentiment of death... In the battlefield of blood and fire, the dead are remembering the glory of the past... Hatred reverberates in the air... With immortal faith... great undead... how can you tolerate... that **** enemy stepped on your corpse... when the death knell rings... can you... stand on the ground again Above..."

Xia Ya quietly listened to the spell, her thoughts seemed to fly to the ancient battlefield. On the decaying land, blood and flames were intertwined, and the enemy stepped on the corpses of the dead, laughing wantonly and hatred. The breath is in the air.

Suddenly, Xia's heart felt like a fire burst into flames.

At this moment, a black book floats quietly on top of Ron's head, exuding a vast and majestic force of death.

"This...this is..."

Nicole's eyes widened in the distance, with an unbelievable look in her eyes, "Book of Death!"

"How is it possible? Who is he? How could he have a book of death?"

Nicole's body trembled slightly, her hand held tightly due to excitement, and she looked pale due to excessive force.

Ron's face was as deep as water. He sang calmly until he exhaled the last syllable. Suddenly, his eyes were full of excitement. With a wave of the bone stick in his hand, the powerful breath of death shot in all directions instantly.

"The fourth chapter of the book of death, the overture of the dead, the elegy of death..."

"Boom..."

An overwhelmingly powerful force spreads over the sky, with a strong breath of death, although it has not yet approached, it has already made people feel the fear of dying in their hearts.

The huge breath of death covered the sky, covering everything around, even the sun in the sky became eclipsed.

"This...Is it possible?"

The eyes of Vitala and others were horrified, "How could he... have such a powerful force?"

The vast breath of death obscured the sky, like the end of the day, the soil on the ground began to harden, turning into a hard lump like black ground, and a slight cyan appeared in the soil.

"Crack...Crack...Crack..."

Countless undead crawled out of the ground. These skeletons were holding weapons in their hands, and bloodthirsty rays of light radiated in their eyes. They were constantly howling. A mighty terrorist knight with a long knife in his hand, as if waiting for orders. Like a soldier, standing quietly.

In the sky, dozens of abyssal bone dragons flapped their muscleless bone wings, sending out a terrifying roar...

Countless undead creatures were all summoned in an instant, and the number was hundreds of thousands.

"Why... how come so many undead creatures suddenly appear?"

"Bone dragons...many bone dragons...Each bone dragon has the power of a sanctuary...how to fight this?"

"I...we are dead!"

Strong fear flashed across the faces of the Sanctuary powerhouses of the Eighth Legion, and even Vitala's face turned pale, the opponent's strength far surpassed her imagination.

"Let me tell you..."

There was a sneer on Ron's face, "We Necromancer, never afraid of siege..."

After saying this, Ron waved the staff in his hand, and hundreds of thousands of undead charged toward the Eighth Legion of the Naga Sea as if they heard the order.

For a time, a jiliè battle broke out between the two sides.

At this time, the powerful men of the Naga Sea tribe discovered to their horror that under the aura of death, the attack power and defense power of the undead have greatly increased, causing them a headache, and what is even more frightening is , These undead are like having an immortal body, and there is no concept of injury at all. Even if half of their body is cut off, they can grow back quickly.

The Naga Sea Clan faced a group of races that were not afraid of death and could not fight to death. In just one breath, the Eighth Army suffered huge casualties. Countless sea fighters were killed by the terrorist knights, and some were killed by skeletons. The brave smashed the corpses with chaotic swords, and was more burnt and exhausted by the powerful black flames spit out from dozens of abyss bone dragons in the sky.

The balance of war tilts toward the undead.

Under the strong breath of death, Ron is determined to bury all living creatures completely.

On the battlefield full of blood and fire, the overture of the undead played and gathered into a wonderful death elegy!