"The combination of dragons and elves? It's really ridiculous!" Yegana laughed forward and backward, as if she had seen the most ridiculous scene. She stretched out a finger slightly, pointed at Biyesi, and said with all contempt: "No matter what you think
How powerful you are, yet you are still an ant in front of my king’s great will and authority!”
"Now I want you to know the nobility of ants!"
Biyesi's throat suddenly burst out with a dragon roar that resounded throughout the world, and she pounced on the representative of death!
The newborn Biyesi, who was full of vitality, and Yegana, who represented death, began a fierce fight. The undead fragments on the ground surged crazily and condensed rapidly.
"If you have any other tricks, use them quickly!"
The current coalition forces have suffered heavy casualties, and the survivors are exhausted and scarred. If so many undead monsters are allowed to resurrect again, it will be a disaster.
The magician Agrel hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a small scroll with a simple style from his arms.
There is a emblem of the sun on the surface of this scroll, which is the holy emblem of the sun god Pelor, the main god whose divinity was split in the last divine war. He is a great god who belongs to the age of magic! The Lord of Glory in the future
The God of Dawn only inherited part of his divine power.
As if holding a red-hot iron block, Agrel slowly lifted the small scroll with a painful look on his face, as if he was lifting the whole world.
With a soft "chi" sound, the scroll was torn open!
Suddenly, a white light that was extremely majestic and magnificent penetrated the heavy black air and landed directly between the sky and the earth. The battlefield that was originally full of noise and chaos suddenly rang with brilliant hymns and boundless harmonies, everywhere.
The place of life-and-death battle, with blood and corpses everywhere, immediately became a legendary paradise.
Whether it is the blood flowing on the ground or the burnt black stones, they are all soaked in this light, exuding a holy atmosphere.
The white holy light became more and more powerful, and a dazzling sun suddenly appeared on the dark battlefield. The sun spread its light to every corner without hesitation, shining on everyone living or dead, making life and
The undead felt the overwhelming warmth.
In the middle of the sun, the face of an old man with white hair and beard appeared. This face was full of two completely different expressions, kindness and majesty, making everyone involuntarily respect him.
That is the image of the long-lost ancient giant—Pelo, the sun god!
The image of the old man in the sun suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and the sun suddenly became hotter.
In an instant, after the newly condensed corpse fragments came into contact with the sun, they immediately disintegrated piece by piece, disappearing like snowflakes burned by fire. The undead in the distance suddenly stopped its crazy and turbulent advance, and slowly receded like an ebbing tide.
Even the pitch-black air mass surrounding the King of the Dead not far away showed signs of shrinking and retreating.
As the most powerful god of light, any darkness is an evil that the Sun God hates deeply.
The King of the Undead retreated, and the sea of the undead calmed down under the sunlight.
If the Sun God came to this battlefield, he would certainly have the strength to fight the King of the Dead. However, this is not the real Sun God, because that great god has already fallen. This is just the glorious era of magic.
The legacy left behind is just a small scroll.
Light Purification, the top purification magic, can dispel all darkness and evil. It is also called the Great Purification Technique, a god-level magic.
But this is just a magic trick!
As time goes by, the effectiveness of the light to purify the world is slowly fading, and the time limit of the Great Purification Technique has finally passed.
The undead souls that were ready to move in front of them had long since disappeared, not even the tiniest debris was left, and the noisy battlefield suddenly became silent.
After a while, the black aura came back again, permeating the air slowly and slowly, and the undead in the distance still walked stiffly, approaching slowly with mechanical steps!
Although the sacred Great Purification Technique has an immediate effect, after all, it is just a powerful ancient legacy that will be gone after it is consumed. However, the breath of the King of the Undead actually exists and is everywhere!
She waved her hand to create a confined space, locking the dragon and the dragon knight firmly in that isolated space. A crazy laugh burst out from Yegana's throat: "I thought a great purification spell could threaten the greatness."
The King of the Undead? Haha, what an ant's IQ. You will never know how powerful death is, unless you all die, haha..."
Biyesi has broken two of these confined spaces one after another. Although it seems to be an understatement, the intensity of the shattered spaces has exceeded the scope of living things. Especially after breaking two confined spaces in succession, her power
There is not much left, and there is no way to break through the third cage-like confinement space.
It was as if she was locked up in a completely transparent prison. Biyesi could clearly see all the situations outside, but was unable to break through this layer of confinement. She couldn't help but roar and roar, frantically beating and tearing at the layer of space crystals.
Wall film…
Yegana no longer bothered to look at the extremely powerful dragon knight, just like a great warrior who didn't care about the feelings of the ants: "I could kill you, but I won't do that, because you are the one who has been given death by my king."
The existence of life and the form of your existence will be determined by my king. But I very much hope that you will return to the state of death again..."
At this moment, Douglas raised his sword again.
Completely different from the previous vigorous chopping, Douglas could not see any strength on his body, and even the blade of the Ziying sword became dull, as if it was just an ordinary hatchet.
Like a clumsy woodcutter, Douglas slowly slashed with the knife, as if the knife was not cutting at a terrible black cloud but at a piece of rotten wood.
Even this sword, which had no skill at all and no power at all, made Douglas look solemn and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Before this sword was swung, Douglas had already exhausted all his energy and fighting spirit. Because this sword was not only large and simple, but also compressed all the fighting spirit to a point that was so small that it reached the limit.
The life and soul of Douglas has been fused into it.
The sword's power was slow, but when it was swung out, everything around it was shaking.
The surrounding sand and gravel had already risen into the sky, as if there was a terrible sandstorm. The space had been completely filled with the overflowing power and fighting spirit, and then collapsed instantly.