Dust of History: Do you know I’m waiting for you (below)

"I've been waiting for you, you know?"

When Asa rushed into the darkness representing the king of the dead, he heard such a sentence. He froze.

It wasn't just this sentence that stunned him, although this sentence itself was enough to stun him.

The earth-shattering arrow shot by Gru with the Phantom God Bow pierced the real darkness. He rushed in with his body, no matter how terrifying the scene in the darkness, what a terrifying monster the King of Undead is, he had already prepared for it, but he didn't see anything terrifying, only a young man in gray all over his body. Standing in the middle, said this sentence to him in a wooden manner.

The surrounding darkness has closed again. But this darkest black center, the birthplace of all the dark breath in the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, is actually not black.

There is nothing unusual here. The darkness just formed a closed space around it. From the outside, it looked extremely black, but in the middle, it was as calm as the eye of the typhoon. And it was real, pure, a kind of peace that was almost nothingness.

A gray person stood in the center, and gray smoke condensed on his body to form a piece of armor. His expression and eyes were as empty and empty as his surroundings, but other than that, he didn't look too unusual. Except for the black sword hilt in his hand that exudes a vague aura extending into the surrounding dark barriers, he does not seem to match well with the core of this endless sea of ​​undead, the legendary king of undead who destroys everything. .

It is different from when it first appeared in Glory Castle. Not only the appearance has changed, but also the feeling is completely different. There is no piercing darkness that swallows everything, and the aura that shocks and frightens all living beings is gone. The same emptiness as the surroundings.

Perhaps this is the essence of 'death'. The so-called horror, the so-called cruelty, and the so-called darkness are actually only from the soul of the living being itself.

If it wasn't for the breath coming from the pitch-black hilt in his hand, Asa really would have thought that what was in front of him was just a illusory phantom. He couldn't even muster the will to fight, just like a hunter who mustered up his courage, made up his mind, wrote a suicide note, and was about to kill a lion by mistake, but found that what he had to face was just a portrait.

It's not just such a feeling of weightlessness, this person standing in front of him really makes him feel a sense of nothingness. It seemed that there was an emotional black hole that physically existed, and all his feelings, all impulses, and all motivations disappeared without a trace.

"I know you will definitely come, so I've been waiting for you." Said the King of Undead hollowly. "I can feel it now, all of this is the traction of fate. So I am here, waiting for fate to bring you."

"Fate? I have heard this word many times, but it makes me feel more and more boring every time, especially now."

Asa was talking to himself rather than talking to him. He has no interest in chatting with this opponent, whether he is the Lord of the Dead or whoever. Before rushing in, he knew that those who stayed outside would face necromancers. In just one word, perhaps hundreds of soldiers were dying.

Words can only go through the process, but what he needs to come here never goes through the 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 want a result." Take a deep breath of the endless empty air in the middle, filling the chest cavity, and It seemed to refill myself with the feeling of fighting spirit and strength. This deep inhalation is not just the air, but also **** out all the thoughts and all the sources of power in the depths of the body and soul. He raised his knife and pointed at the man who had become the king of the dead.

"It's either you die or I die. It doesn't matter which one the outcome is. Come on, let me see the fate you mentioned." Asa's voice was already hoarse. He is not just using the air he inhales to make a sound, all the emotions and all the power in the depths of the body, spirit and soul have been poured out and stirred in the body.

I don't know if it was because he rushed into this space, or because he felt his will. The ghost king's robe has already been attached to his body, it seems that every fiber has been integrated into the capillaries of the body, and it is becoming one with the body. From the outside, this is no longer a seemingly ordinary robe. Prismatic horns and protrusions began to appear on it, like a ferocious beast finally showing its claws and horns.

Maybe it’s because of facing this endless emptiness, maybe it’s finally facing the reality that you may have to die, maybe it’s because of this looming fate, all the things gushing out from the depths of consciousness are getting more and more strong. Although it was only for a moment, the scenes of the past flashed incomparably clearly in my mind, connected in series, and cemented into one stream.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want you to die, let it all end.

The roar suddenly came out of his mouth, and echoed in this extremely empty space as if it was torn apart. Inspired and condensed power rushed towards the king of the dead, he wanted to use this real power to tear this empty enemy to pieces.

Beyond this central emptiness, the dark atmosphere is slowly fading away. Partly because of Gruna's arrow, and partly because of the huge black shadow coming across the sky from behind.

Giant and strange notes came from the shadows, and then echoed in the space. It was not any kind of knowable language, but more majestic and unintelligible than any language. The vast desert actually sounded like a small small room with constant echoes. The echoes were not scattered, but kept echoing repeatedly and overlapping with each other. Countless tiny blue sparks began to appear in the space that was originally filled with pitch-black aura, and the remaining coalition forces all began to lie down on the ground, moaning and moaning with their heads in their arms. stand in.

In the distance, the tide of undead slowly coming here has completely stopped, and the undead are gradually collapsing amidst the loud sound.

Located in the center of the sea of ​​undead, any elemental magic is powerless in the face of the death energy of the dark star. The ubiquitous black air not only drowns out all vitality, but also all the elements. Even the wizards in the coalition army's spellcasting ability here is so low that even ordinary wizards are inferior. But this is obviously the power of magic spells, but it is still unscrupulous. The aura of darkness is gradually dissipating in this spell, retreating back to the darkest mass in the center.

"Morrill? Teacher Sandro, you really did this..." The flames in Vidnina's eye sockets fluctuated like candles in a hurricane, and would be extinguished at any moment. As soon as she saw this figure, she already understood what was going on.

Only the dragon language magic of the ancient dragon can break through the barrier atmosphere of the dark star in this way, and there is only one dragon that can emit this magic on the entire continent, and it was sealed by Archibald under Negan. Black Dragon Princess Morrill.

The necromancers behind the lich didn't respond, they just looked indifferent, even more indifferent than the already undead lich. Now that the King of Undead is so close to Di Yagu, the blade of the Black Star has been activated. The imprint of the dark star in their bodies has already taken effect. All the original rationality has been covered up, and now it is just something between the Lich and the Lich, between the living and the undead.

This is the inevitable fate of necromancers, the path set by Archibald for them. But Sandro chose another one at the last moment.

The lich turned around abruptly, and the flames in his eyes suddenly flared up. The dark dragon she was sitting on opened its mouth wide, and the overwhelming green corpse fire sprayed 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 dark dragon, and then the sprayed corpse fire seemed to freeze in mid-air, and the next moment, the green fire and the entire body of the blue dragon started to explode. collapse.

With an extremely ugly scream, the Lich jumped off the ground together with the other necromancers. When they landed, the Dragon of Darkness had turned into fragments all over the sky and disappeared into the void. Even the breath of the surrounding dark stars could not preserve its image.

"Is this the soul of Landa who was imprisoned in the black star? Your spell makes me very sad, little lich girl..."

The black dragon had already arrived in the blink of an eye, and the huge figure was shrinking and deforming extremely when it landed. When it landed, she had already become the image of the woman in black with fiery red hair. She looked at the lich, and the other necromancers behind her ~IndoMTL.com~ and nodded casually, saying, "You are very strong in human terms. In terms of magic power, you are probably only stronger than Aki. Bard is a little weaker. But I really don’t like the undead, so you all go to die.”

Morrill's voice still maintained the majesty of the giant dragon. Although the effect of the dragon language magic had dissipated, not many people in the coalition army could stand up. Especially the orcs, the strongest ogre among them is now no more than a frightened rabbit. Even though they were never afraid when facing the endless undead, they are trembling now. This is the nature of animals, the instinctive fear of a powerful existence far beyond oneself.

"Don't tell me that bad joke, your dragon power is useless to us." Only the lich and a few necromancers did not appear to be afraid. Being the most powerful creature on the mainland, Vidnina still laughed like an owl. "In front of the great king of the dead, what is even you?"

"The king of the undead? You mean this thing?" Morrill turned his head to look at the pitch-black mass, and smiled. "Do you think you can become the king of the undead with just someone holding the hilt of the Black Star?"

She turned her head and smiled at Gru again: "Come on, kid, let me see how much you have improved. Let's get rid of the skeletons of these reptiles first, and we'll screw that guy's head off together later. "