"boom!"

Accompanied by a roar like the wrath of the sky, the dead aura that turned into countless painful faces attacked out like a storm.

Wherever it passes, the atmosphere is rotten.

Wherever it passes, the ground is dry.

It is like a poisonous gas that corrodes the world itself, condenses all the filthy things between the world, carrying a terrifying and dangerous atmosphere, shrouding in the direction where Heen and others are.

"Danger!"

Everyone, including Thierre and Capelin, had such emotions and realized that they had no time to hide, so they could only subconsciously raise their hands and block them in front of them.

Of course, that is futile.

How could it be possible to resist with such a degree of resistance only?

Fortunately, Sheen took action.

“【Pay and disperse】.”

Shien flashed to the front of Thierre and Capelin, protected the entire Knights of the Blade behind him, and released the magic to dispel magic towards the coming storm of death.

The coming storm of death suddenly stopped and exploded, but did not dissipate on the spot, but turned into a chaotic black airflow that swept around.

The air flow is like a horse, and wherever it sweeps, it will dry up and dissipate like sand and dust.

The female knights of the Broken Blade Knights exclaimed repeatedly, feeling their scalp numb, and they didn't dare to touch those deadly qi, hiding everywhere in a mess.

But those soldiers and knights who stayed outside the gate of the royal hall were not allowed to come in due to Moro's order.

They were caught off guard without being able to react in time and were most direct touched by the dead Qi Mai Zheng.

"This...what is this...!?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"My body...!"

"Help...!"

In an instant, those who unfortunately touched the deathly aura practice screamed, and their bodies shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye. They turned into mummies and fell on the ground, without even a drop of blood flowing out.

Their vitality was plundered by the dead energy, and it also encouraged the dead energy, making the dead energy stronger.

“…!”

Thierre was shocked.

"hateful!"

Capelin was also angry when he saw the miserable situation.

Shien looked at Moro coldly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Moro, who was surging with death, smiled instead.

Moreover, he laughed very happily.

"Don't look at me like this." Moro laughed and said, "If you look at me like this, I will definitely be even more excited."

Because, she likes to see the pain, anger and hatred of people related to the brave.

Therefore, the more Xien hated himself, the more murderous he became, the more excited Moro became.

"This will make me want to kill you and make you even more desperate."

As he said this, Moro's slender hand moves, and countless dead auras turn into storms again.

However, this time, the deathly storm is no longer a painful human face, but a variety of human face expressions.

There are pain, wailing, despair, fear, and all kinds of faces full of negative emotions appear in the dead air.

Sheen could feel that the power of this death aura was far stronger than that of the high priest.

Not only is the "quantity" of death energy much more than the high priest, but there is even a huge difference in "quality".

"This is the magic I created based on [Horror Duke]. It is considered a superior version of [Horror Duke]. Not only is the power and effect much stronger than [Horror Duke], but there are also many ways to change it, which is that the dead energy needed is also more terrifying than [Horror Duke]."

Moro's laughter rang throughout the audience.

"Fortunately, this empire has had many disasters since ancient times. I don't know how many corpses and blood have been buried under this land. As long as I use the undead magic to directly squeeze out the vitality of this land, then the dead air will be as much as it needs. Only idiots like the high priest will honestly squeeze out one by one. Accumulating thousands of years of dead air cannot be as good as the weight I have accumulated in the empire for ten years."

Moro's words made Shien's eyes even colder.

"Who are you?"

Sheen squeezed out such a voice.

Necromancer magic.

Death spirit body.

And, that power up to the limit.

All these factors are showing Moro's extraordinaryness and telling the inconspicuous origin of her.

Moro had no intention of hiding it.

"At present, this is no longer something that cannot be said." Moro spoke indifferently and said, "From your appearance, you seem to have known the existence of the great spirit body, right?"

The high priest was cultivating Limjo to do the big spirit, so Moro naturally would not know.

Since the base has been destroyed, the existence of the high priest and Limjo is completely imaginable.

Not to mention, Moro also cursed the soul against the high priest.

She knew that once something happened, a guy who was afraid of death like a high priest would definitely say everything.

Therefore, she put a curse in advance. Once she mentioned her plan to outsiders and her real existence, the curse would take effect immediately and wipe out the soul of the high priest.

But even so, some information leakage is inevitable.

Therefore, Moro no longer conceals the matter of the great spirit body.

"The eldest young master you met is just a big spirit that the high priest has only recently created."

Moro looked straight at Xien and smiled sweetly.

"And I am the first great spirit created by the high priest, an ancient existence that was born thousands of years ago to this day?"

The high priest once created a large spirit body a thousand years ago and called it a failure.

Although the failed work successfully reached the limit of life and reached the limit level, it could never overcome the obstacle that should have naturally crossed and become a transcendent existence.

"I am the one who failed." Moro admitted it very simply, but said disapprovingly: "Of course, no matter how many large spirits she created, they will eventually become failures."

Why is this?

Moro has no explanation.

Moro just said that.

"I think she would call me a failure. Maybe it's not that I haven't met her requirements, but because I'm out of her control?" Moro said as if mocking the high priest, "She thought I hadn't seen through her purpose, and didn't know that she wanted to wait until she crossed the limit of life before taking away my body, so she put me next to her with confidence and acted together for nearly a thousand years."

This gave Moro a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"She didn't expect that I not only guessed her purpose, but also had extremely high qualities with the necromancer magic. I could write down any necromancer magic she used in front of me after seeing it once."

"She didn't expect that I would suddenly rebel ten years ago, not only out of her control, but also in turn controlled her and asked her to do my job for me."

"My curse on her is actually not just for the soul, but also for the magic that can relieve her body as an undead creature."

"In order not to lose that immortal body, that timid guy who was afraid of death could only listen to me obediently."

Moro said all this with a smile.

"Of course, she would not sit still and wait for death, and would not be willing to be controlled by such failures. Therefore, she was eager to create a second large spirit body, and by seizing the other party's body, she got rid of the curse I cast."

Unfortunately, Moro knew all this clearly, but let the high priest go.

Anyway, the high priest's plan will not be completed for a while, so why not squeeze out her surplus value before that?

"I also want to thank Boztutqing for helping me clear out the garbage that should have been removed."

Moro laughed happily.

That pretty smile, under the rendering of death, was only a sense of horror.

Sheen did not change his face because of this.

Although the matter of the Great Spirit surprised him, after listening to Moro's statement, Shien cared more about one thing.

"Then why do you hate the brave so much?"

Sheen made such a question.

“———”

At this moment, the smile on Moro's face disappeared.

The thriller not only did not decline, but instead climbed higher and higher.

Moro made a faint sound in the storm of death.
To be continued...