Netheril Glory Chapter 463: The end of Ovain

The demon secondary lord’s projection giant claws are getting closer and closer, and the pressure like mountains has once again broken and cracked the space that has just been repaired. The chaotic abyss energy is burning the clear sky, as if standing in The abyss-like black and red brilliance also inadvertently penetrated every inch of the air.

This is an undoubted disaster. On top of this forgotten wild desert, if such a disaster is not stopped, the powerless kingdom and the innocent poor can only bear it passively, and then... die in despair!

But Kuang Tao is fortunate.

Facing the "Scourge" where the mountains collapsed, a black figure burst like a sharp sword at the huge claw that covered the sky and the sun.

It was a pure black dragon. The dark black dragon scales were not stained with blood in the blood mansions of the abyss. The bright dragon pupil was burning with a burning fire. Whenever he stretched his wings to separate the air, The magical aura that encircles its body will reflect the colorful flames on the surface of dragon scales.

Like the petrel that thundered into the storm, Ovakine-Sour Throat, the former leader of the Hoss Mountains also projected giant claws to the demon sub-lord to fly away!

He is going to stop this artificial "Scourge" and save all the creatures in the wild desert.

"Laugh at heart, Punk-Sian, you can never understand what is good and what is salvation, you are destined to only sink in the quagmire of "evil", and then look at the glory that is unique to "good"!

At this last moment, Ovak's thick accent spread clearly throughout the battlefield.

Just as he said, he will always insist on and practice his "goodness", even if he is crushing his bones.

Savior? Yes, it is the savior!

Maybe this is a term that has been criticized or even reduced to derogatory, but in Ouwain’s mind, this word is the responsibility and obligation that he must practice, it is to let him from the blood of Tiamat The key to liberation in life is also the belief he is carrying out from life to death!

Maybe no understanding and no reward, but this black dragon flew to the mortal fate without turning back, to the "goodness" and "redemption" he sought!

Of course, Ovaqin’s behavior is not destined to be recognized by "stakeholders" like Punk.

"Good"? Ridiculous, only strength is eternal, and only profit is the pursuit! "!

Looking at the smaller and smaller figure of Black Dragon, Punk's expression is still cold and gloomy as always. He does not understand Ovain's choice, nor does he need to understand Ovain's choice.

Punk only needs to know that by now, choosing to save the Black Dragon who has given up revenge has become a big help for himself. Next... The demon sublord Lord projecting the giant claw is no longer a concern.

As Ovaqin flew higher and higher, the Black Dragon’s soul began to break away from his body like a body, and soon, after Ovaqin’s deliberate stripping, the Black Dragon’s hole was full of holes. The soul finally completely detached from his body, and the already meaningless "dragon corpse" quickly fell in the air like a rag hanging a heavy object.

Oak, who exposed his soul, immediately caught the attention of the demon secondary lord projecting the giant claws. After all, this terrible secondary lord was attracted by the delicious soul from the beginning. When a powerful When a kind soul is sent to the door, the greedy devil will never choose to refuse.

So, beside the soul of Ovain, a large amount of abyss energy quickly formed countless tentacles and whirlwinds. These chaotic forces almost completely wrapped Ovain’s soul under the control of the secondary lord. Get up, and then they immediately projected the giant claws to the demon secondary lord and merged away as quickly as possible.

Owak didn’t resist, he was just indifferently surrounded by the energy of the abyss, and then indifferently integrated into the projection claw of the secondary lord............

Finally... At the moment when the fusion was completed, Ovakin finally resolutely unveiled his last, least practical, and most powerful card-the promotion legend!

Ovaqin’s promotion is doomed to failure. Since ancient times, no one has ever heard of a person who has a possibility of success in a broken soul.

But what Owark wanted was such a failure!

The promotion of the legend is an absolute qualitative process. At this time, the soul will begin to try to master the power of the law. Once it fails in this process, the power of the law will suddenly burst from the soul. The energy of the law that has become extremely pure and chaotic can absolutely destroy all non-legendary existence within a certain range without distinction.

This is undoubtedly a terrible means of death. At the same time, it is also the last killer of Owakin!

Now, in order to save countless poor people in the Kingdom of Waibion, the Black Dragon who chose to sacrifice his life for "goodness" resolutely detonated this power within the giant claw of the demon sub-lord, which will end this level of no legend. The projection of power, the shattering together with the altar of the abyss, by the way... completely annihilate his soul.

"Has the promotion failed? An expected sad killer"!

Looking indifferently at Ovaqin’s soul into the black and red giant hands, Punk, who estimated the distance, carefully retreated two or three steps in a row, and then... he began to watch the next one with all his leisure. Ovacin's "Closing Show"!

Maybe it is related to Ovak’s major law, maybe it is the result of the “real savior”’s intentional control. The explosion of the Black Dragon’s failed promotion is not a shocking explosion.

On the contrary, the destruction he released was silent and silent, as sublimated as energy.

I saw a burst of colorful light suddenly seeping out of the projection claws of the demon secondary lord.

Next, this glory began to form countless energy ribbons that danced in the sky. In the whirlwind of the abyss energy, this piece of ribbon was spread freely without any influence, and the endless silk was subordinated by the devil. The projection claws emerged as the center, and a large number of colorful ribbons quickly spread throughout the space.

Color, look around~IndoMTL.com~ The whole space is almost filled with color.

A large number of colorful ribbons are layered endlessly, accompanied by the gentle dance of each silk. For a time, these dense silks are as beautiful as flowers, and every radiance of energy seems to reflect people can think Everything that comes to mind is good.

But... the expansion of colored ribbons will obviously not be truly endless?

In fact, just as the last touch of silk approached the ground about three steps away from Punk, this "fancy flower cluster" with a volume of no less than a city quietly stopped its expansion.

Then, at the next moment...

The whole colorful world is suddenly broken like a dream bubble...............

　　

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