The unbreakable worship and belief in the King of the Dead made this powerful woman involuntarily kneel at the feet of Douglas. It was a five-body prostrate worship that can only be used by the highest worshiper. Like all fanatical believers, they kissed crazily.
On the tip of Douglas's toes, the spokesman of death issued the most pious prayer:
"That's it, that's it! I thought that my king was defeated and killed by these weak ants, and I actually doubted my king's strength. It turns out that my eyes can't see my king's exquisite arrangements at all, and I can't understand my king's delicate arrangements.
The most outstanding way for the king to descend must be that my worship to my king is not enough, and my belief in my king must not be pious enough." Because of the excessive excitement, the powerful Yegana shook like a leaf in the wind, and her
Her voice sounded like she was crying or laughing wildly, so that even she herself did not know what kind of mood she was feeling. She just kept mumbling over and over again: "I have seen how powerful my king is.
I will never doubt my king's arrangement again. My king once said that he would meet Douglas again, so it turned out to be this way..."
"The tens of millions of coalition troops, the nobility of life, and the unyielding resistance are all meaningless and fleeting in front of my king..." Yegana was shaking more and more violently, and her voice was getting louder and louder.
, like a hysterical madman, or she was simply a hysterical madman. She clutched Douglas's calf tightly, as if she couldn't stand up at all if she didn't do this, looking back at thousands of people who were still in shock and unable to wake up.
The coalition forces and all living creatures are like looking at a piece of garbage that is about to turn into ashes: "My king has truly come to this world, and I respectfully request my king to destroy all these sinful souls. Only death can redeem these humble and dirty creatures. This
The world will surely... This world already belongs to my king, let this world tremble in front of my king's absolute power!"
In Douglas's mind, two completely opposite thoughts collided fiercely: The world where the grass grows, the warbler flies, the fish leaps over and the whale sings is so beautiful, and so worthy of nostalgia. All those former loyalty and bravery have been deeply integrated into
His soul. But another thought is equally strong. This world is full of the most shameless deceptions, the most cunning battles and the bloodiest and coldest plots. Humiliation and helplessness are the true face of this world, and the law of the jungle is the law.
The only rule of the world is that this is a sinful world that should be resisted and burned. Only death can return this world to eternal tranquility. Only death can cleanse all the dirty dirt.
Existence or destruction, these two thoughts clashed repeatedly in Douglas's mind.
Douglas's subconscious is still trying to preserve the world and all the creatures in the world. But another thought in his mind is dominated by the persistence of destruction, so that everything can return to the only equality and final destination——
die!
Both thoughts were equally strong, and Douglas didn't know how to choose.
Yegana's voice was still echoing intermittently in his heart, making a clearer picture appear in his mind: Although he could no longer remember who this woman was, for thousands of years, no matter whether it was light or dark, no matter
Whether he is strong or weak, this woman will never leave him and worship him with the most pious attitude. I think her words should not be wrong!
This is of course not Douglas's thoughts, but the subconscious mind of the King of the Dead. It is the clearest impression that Yegana left on the King of the Dead.
Since even the most loyal servants think the world should be destroyed, then destroy it.
Destruction, in Douglas's mind, has become an absolutely neutral word, because from the moment the universe was born, destruction has never stopped. It is the most primitive force as old as the birth. It is the basis for the operation of the universe.
There is no such thing as good or evil.
This is the rule!
The thought of destruction finally took over, and the King of the Undead's thoughts suppressed Douglas's thoughts. He remained motionless, not even standing up from the throne, but looking ahead with extremely empty eyes.
When the thought of destruction arose in Douglas's mind, the black aura that had almost dissipated suddenly filled the air again, and was even stronger than before.
The aura of death emanating from Douglas instantly completely submerged the area.
This breath is like the mist that hangs over the grass in the summer morning. It is very soft but extremely huge. It no longer looks like complete darkness, but more like the chaos when heaven and earth are not divided.
All the aura of death accumulated over thousands of years has been released, spreading silently like the moonlight on a clear night, making the sky, the earth, and everything in between become a little blurry.
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This black aura that was more like chaos, although still calm, was obviously larger and deeper than before, making all living beings shudder!
Being in this vast and vast atmosphere, even the most powerful warriors feel the fear and shock from the depths of their souls, and feel their own powerlessness and weakness. Whether they are brave and bloodthirsty orc warriors, or calm and wise
All the emotions and thoughts in the human magician's heart were driven away by this breath, leaving only deep fear and boundless despair!
Especially those soldiers who were seriously injured due to brave fighting, the black breath is slowly and unstoppably seeping into their bodies along their wounds. Their faces are becoming withered and dim, and their eyes are changing.
It felt so empty and void that even their breathing and heartbeat were gradually weakening.
The incomparable black aura of chaos is eroding their vitality crazily. It won't be long before these creatures who were still fighting the undead monsters just now will become members of the undead army!
Priests and priests desperately use healing and purification techniques, hoping to drive away death. Obviously, all these efforts are in vain, because the current King of the Undead is much more powerful than the one just now.
The aura is also much stronger. Even the most purifying sacred magic cannot prevent the warriors from turning into lifeless undead bit by bit. Even these priests clearly feel that their bodies and souls are changing.