The Dragon's Dark Night Dead Mage, Cfontala Angelus, understands what kind of advantages the rise of high-level magic has over the Eight Desire Kings and their kind, otherwise it would not be like a miscellaneous soldier, dying.
It's in the hands of the Eight Desire King.
Now, it dares to say this: "I have reached the height of the Dragon King by relying on the rules that are rejected by the Dragon King as 'filth'. Even if the Dragon King wants to attack me, I still have the power to fight him (provided that the Dragon King does not have to start)
source magic).”
However, although it has gained strength through the player's magic, it has nothing to do with the player, so the remaining dragon kings have no intention of attacking it.
On the contrary, among the very small circle of powerful people on the mainland, there are rumors that the Dragon King is imitating its methods and trying to become stronger in order to respond to players' invasion of the world at any time, and has even succeeded -
Chang An Dragon King single-handedly defeated the previous batch of players holding world-class items, and even took away the world-level items. Although Origin Magic still played a great role, Rank Magic has greatly increased under the current world rules.
The battle of the Dragon King continues.
The Platinum Dragon King used this rule to pretend to be the same kind of players, and got into the previous batch of players, using their hands to deal with invaders from other worlds. This group of players has been toyed with and applauded, and finally was torn apart by the contradictions of human beings. Most of them
They met tragic ends one after another.
Kfontala tentatively knows the above two things.
Now, it sits in the mountaintop castle that was destroyed in the war during the period of the Eight Desire Kings. Using this as a stronghold, its territory is surrounded by hundreds of miles.
There are also undead under its control deployed in and around the castle.
Now, it feels that something impossible is happening.
In this world, the Dark Night Dead Mage is a top existence, and its former race is the Supreme Dragon Clan, so it is the top of the top. No matter which race it faces, it is like a superior looking down at ants.
However, that kind of thing is indeed happening now. The undead under his control are rapidly losing contact one after another starting from the periphery of his territory - they are being wiped out.
Kfontala can use the undead under its control to detect the situation around it. This is the main reason why it controls a large number of undead and arranges them around. Otherwise, it would look down on the undead transformed from inferior creatures.
And the blank area it perceives is heading towards the mountain where it sits.
However, even for a moment, Kfontara could not confirm the presence of the visitor, because even if the undead he controlled could be used to confirm the situation around him, the strength of the shared organs that could be borrowed was the strength of the undead he controlled, no matter how low it was.
The undead, whether high or intermediate, were all destroyed before they saw the visitors.
Who is coming?
Grantz Rock is the only one who has understood the magic of true death?
Could it also be Xiyueen, the Necromancer of the Dark Night?
Or the King of Shadows whose name is “terrifying” and whose name he doesn’t even know?
Or what about Ben Jerry Ansis, the ancient undead man with the alias "The Abyss"?
Kfontara listed several strong men in his mind that he knew could do such a thing, but most of them should be unable to beat him. It was stupid to go out of his home court to challenge it. They had survived for a long time.
Wouldn't do such a stupid thing.
After some time, the information was refreshed——
"Is it out of the living's hatred of the undead? That's it."
Kfontara felt that the strong vitality revealed in the moment before his perception area became blank. To the undead, it was like a living person placed in a desert under the scorching sun.
"Okay, I'll wait here and accept your challenge."
Closer, closer.
Kfontala straightened up, spread his dark wings, and flew outside the castle. He didn't want to tear down his home because of the battle.
A burst of smoke quickly approached up the hillside and stopped dozens of meters away from Kfontala.
"Hula!" Kfontala flapped its wings to disperse the smoke and dust, and it saw the little goblin in weird clothes.
The half-part dress pattern with white stars on a blue background and red and white stripes, and the hat with a purple low white star on her head, looked as funny as a clown in Kfontala's eyes.
Now the clown goblin was half-crouching and panting. It seemed that killing the low-level and mid-level undead along the way had taken a toll on his physical strength. However, Kfontala did not laugh. The vaguely powerful vitality he felt made him understand that his opponent had enough energy.
Capital standing in front of yourself.
"Maybe it's the strongest opponent so far." It thought.
First, collect as much information as possible on the opponent while the opponent is taking a nap.
"[Discern enemy],"
"[mana essence],"
"[life essence]."
Kfontala activated three spells in succession. At the same time, the little goblin raised his head and inserted a hand into the black crack that appeared out of thin air. At this moment, Kfontala chose to continue to activate new spells without hesitation.
magic.
But instead of using attack or defense magic when the goblin seemed to be taking out weapons or props, he activated: "[Greater teleportation]!"
There is no option to fight, there is only one option that is absolutely impossible to choose, and it would be really stupid to choose that one.
Unexpectedly, the first magic judge found that this little goblin was actually level 90, which was the same as his own. The race name turned out to be goblin. In the case of the same level, this was really unfavorable. Goblins are spiritual beings. If they attack
It is not enough to kill someone. Hitting a vital part or amputating a limb will only consume more physical energy at most. An ordinary low-level healing magic can repair the mutilated limbs even if it cannot restore too much HP, preventing body functions from problems due to the mutilation.
Generally speaking, this alone is not something to be afraid of. In this case, you only need to continuously attack the vital points or cut off limbs to deprive the opponent of physical strength and magic power. However-
That monster is too ridiculous to say. The biggest question is - what is the blood tank that runs through the sky and the blue tank that is twice as high as mine? The Eight Desire Kings are not so exaggerated, are they?
Not only that, this guy's body is also "embedded" with several racial names, levels, blood tanks, and blue tanks, which means that this guy has been "fused" with other monsters in some way.
Each of those ones is no match for Kfontala if taken alone, but they can be combined with the largest one -
The one who will be consumed first is definitely himself!
And the action of pulling something out of the black crack, isn't it the standard action of the Eight Desire Kings and their guardians? How could the kind of guy who almost destroyed the Dragon Clan win?
How can you lose when flying dragon rides on the face? The other way around is——