It turns out that the aura of the King of the Dead has become so powerful that it can not only annihilate all life, but even the material that comes into contact with him cannot escape. Even the relatively illusory power of sword light cannot be spared.
The King of the Dead himself is an absolutely powerful existence, and this power cannot be resisted or broken.
Until this time, everyone understood a truth, a truth about death.
From ancient times to the present, there have been as many powerful heroes as there are sands in the Ganges River, and there have been as many gods as there are stars in the sky. In the previous battles with the King of the Dead, they all fell. Only the King of the Dead still exists. That is because of death.
Like life, it is the most basic rule of the universe. Death itself cannot be defeated or destroyed. No matter how powerful the force is, it will fall into an eternal void in the shadow of death and transform into true nothingness.
Unless this universe does not exist at all, death is eternal. And when the universe does not exist, all life will have nowhere to live and will eventually become a part of death. This is an endless cycle with no solution.
The King of the Undead cannot be eliminated. The only way is to destroy the body of the King of the Undead, as in the legend, so that the power of death has no carrier. Only in this way can life have the faintest hope.
Only in this way can we gain a long or short survival time before the next coming of the King of the Undead.
Tie Shuai cast his eyes on his old friend Grell. Just when the magician stood up and prepared to unleash the most powerful magic in his life, the figure sitting on the throne of the undead finally stood up.
Douglas, who transformed into the King of the Undead, stood up.
In front of many strong men, Douglas's figure could no longer be described as burly or tall. He was simply an indomitable existence, an existence that made all living beings fall deeply into nightmares and never wake up.
More majestic than mountains and deeper than the sea, Douglas is like a void universe descending into this world.
Because of the entanglement of the black aura, Douglas's face looks a little dark, but not blurry. With Douglas's current strength, he has already surpassed the gods and become a being as majestic as the sky and the earth. Even if he is completely wrapped in the black aura,
It will also be remembered by all living things for ten thousand years.
Standing up, Douglas' eyes were still empty, as if everything in the world and the world itself were not worth a look.
Slowly walking down the throne, every step is extremely heavy and slow. The steps above the throne seem to be a long process from birth to death. In the eyes of all living beings, it seems like a terrifying journey of a million years.
reincarnation.
Neither the sword nor the magic made Douglas move, or even raise his head. When he finally stepped down from the throne and walked towards all living beings, everyone felt fear and horror from the depths of their souls, because everyone
We all know clearly: The King of the Undead is going to fight back.
Even the most fertile imagination cannot describe how powerful the King of the Dead is.
When Douglas's feet stepped on the ground, the sand on the ground immediately turned into a cinder-like substance. It was garbage that had been burned and refined and all vitality had been lost.
Everyone, whether they were powerful warriors or powerful men who defied the odds, couldn't help but retreat. This was not simply fear, but life's most instinctive fear of death.
Death is the final end. In front of the King of the Dead, all so-called power and all so-called bravery are meaningless.
Life's struggle is over, now it's death's turn to fight back.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The land Douglas walked on was all scorched black with death.
When Douglass stepped down from the throne, the earth was dead!
Every time Douglas takes a step forward, the strong men in the coalition must take at least two steps back, and the distance between the two sides becomes farther and farther...
Douglas slowly stretched out his right hand...
At this moment, any warrior or strong man felt his soul trembling. No one knew what kind of attack Douglas would use, nor could they imagine what kind of damage his attack would cause.
Douglas's right hand was stretched out flatly, with the palm facing up and the back of the hand facing down, and his limbs were slightly bent.
There is no power and no change at all.
It was only then that everyone realized that Douglas had never thought of attacking anyone, he just made a waving gesture.
Existence or destruction, life or death, all these heaviest things cannot make Douglas waver in the slightest, but now he is waving!
There was an empty space in front of Douglas. No one dared to stand in front of him. Who was he waving to?
Before everyone could understand, Douglas's voice had already sounded in everyone's mind: "Come here, I'm waiting for you!"
Who is he waiting for? This is a strange question!
When this idea just emerged from my mind, Douglas's voice had already reverberated between heaven and earth.
Empty, nothingness yet boundless, this was not a simple voice at all, because Douglas did not speak at all. With the greatness of the King of the Dead, he did not bother to say even one word to any living being in the world.
All these sounds are completely the result of the black breath of death colliding with each other and agitating each other.
Even the ancient secret language of the dragon clan, even the metaphors of the gods, cannot be compared with this voice. Although this is not a language, it is more majestic and vast than all the known remaining pressures. On the empty battlefield, it is like
There were echoes like that in a small space enclosed on all sides without doors or windows, because even the vastness of heaven and earth cannot accommodate the great will of the King of the Dead.
The echoes of the King of the Undead are still roaring in my heart. Not only have they not weakened slightly as time goes by, but they are getting bigger and stronger, stirring each other and superimposing each other, as if the Big Bang created the sun, moon and stars.
covered the entire space.
All the coalition soldiers, even the tenacious elves, even the bravest orcs, suffered endless torture because they heard the voice of the King of the Undead.
The soldiers held their heads crazily and covered their ears. However, all these actions were in vain and meaningless struggles, because the sound was not actually a sound, but some kind of telepathy. Even without hearing organs,
You can also “hear” it clearly!
The screams gradually turned into moans. Except for the few strong men in front and the few who were the most powerful in the alliance, all the creatures affected by the voice of the King of the Undead had fallen down without exception.