From the moment Douglas stepped down from the Throne of the Undead, the aura of death that was more chaotic than chaos on his body became extremely strong. This aura that could submerge all life in it, not only had no vitality at all, but even the elements would be destroyed.
Submerged in nothingness. Even the most proficient magicians in holy magic, even if they keep applying purification magic to themselves, cannot stop this voice from unscrupulously destroying their bodies and souls. Any known magic, in death
In front of the voice of the King of Spirits, he is no better than the most insignificant drop of water in the vast ocean!
Ryu Endo is not a top powerhouse, and his strength is not strong enough to withstand Douglas' death words, but he is the son of God the Father.
The divinity screamed crazily for a moment, and finally managed to offset the power of Douglas's words, but it was already trembling and dripping with cold sweat.
Almost all the coalition soldiers fell, and the surging undead army lost its opponent, but did not take the opportunity to attack.
The sea of undead that was beating wildly and attacking fiercely has calmed down. Whether it is the most fragile half-skeleton, or the powerful skeleton titan, and of course the newly condensed skeleton dragon and undead banshee, all have stopped.
Just like the most devout believers worshiping their gods, just like the most loyal subjects worshiping their absolute king, all the undead knelt down in unison.
As if the tide was ebbing, the undead army suddenly dwarfed.
The chaotic and noisy immortal battlefield has completely quieted down. Except for Douglas, only a few strong men and a handful of warriors are still standing.
Both the warriors and the priests were extremely horrified, standing there staggeringly, with expressions of bewilderment on their faces. The King of the Undead just said a few simple words.
The power has surpassed the sum of all the strong men. This huge contrast brings only the deepest and most complete shock to the soul.
This is the power of the King of the Dead, a power that is unstoppable and impossible to match.
Amidst the vibration of the echo, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Douglas, standing opposite the new King of the Undead only about ten meters away.
All the warriors have been defeated, and all the strong ones are weak and worth mentioning. When the King of the Dead is about to counterattack, there is still a hero who dares to face death, and there is a strong man who wants to challenge the powerful Undead face to face.
King. This figure is simply a shot in the arm, bringing the last glimmer of hope to all desperate creatures.
Facing the ultimate death that is unstoppable and irreversible, there is still a strong man who can challenge death, and a strong man who makes the King of the Undead have some scruples. This hope is really too precious.
Everyone opened their mouths, ready to let out a cheer from the bottom of their hearts. But the cheer that gave hope to life and hope to the world was not sent out after all, because everyone was horrified to find that the person standing in front of Douglas was not a certain person.
A hero, but a skeleton!
How great the hope is, how great the disappointment is. The meaning of this sentence is most perfectly explained at this moment.
No matter which race he is from, under the current situation, he is still qualified to attract the attention of the King of the Dead. He is definitely the hope and focus of the entire world. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the savior.
However, the reality was just the opposite. Standing in front of Douglas was a skeleton.
What a ruthless blow, what a cruel black humor. It made the remaining coalition forces want to cry, but they couldn't. They wanted to laugh, but they were extremely desperate.
Skeletons are usually regarded as the most popular manifestation of death. Seeing skeletons always makes you think of death. In Douglas's army of the undead, there are thousands of skeletons of various forms.
This skeleton seems to be very different from ordinary skeletons. It is taller and has a warm luster all over its body. There is a small flame mark between the eyebrows in the middle of the skull. The most conspicuous thing is that
The thing is, this skeleton is holding a huge black war scythe, the inner blade of the war scythe is flashing with golden light, and behind him, there is a pair of huge bone wings that are folded up.
This is obviously a more strengthened skeleton that has undergone mutation, but he is just a skeleton after all, which determines his own death attribute, because no race or any kind of life will appear in the form of a skeleton, except for undead monsters!
This is the nameless skeleton, Douglas's doppelgänger.
Douglas didn't care about the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of the living beings. He just kept his right hand stretched out flatly and waved slightly towards the skeleton in front of him again.
Douglas's voice was still silent and hollow, as if it was a call from another world: "We were once separated, and we will merge. You know this, and I know it too. After experiencing so much, we finally got here, and we
will become true perfection..."
Douglas took a step forward, and the black breath of death surged out and spread towards the nameless skeleton.
The nameless skeleton remained silent and tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't recognize the Douglas orc in front of him. He looked at him carefully and took a step back involuntarily, as if under the control of his subconscious.
This action is like a curious but timid chick, always subconsciously staying away from any strange existence.
The Nameless Skeleton is Douglas's avatar, a part of Douglas. They have the same divinity and the same soul, and there is no need to use language to communicate. In a sense, the Nameless Skeleton and Douglas are a whole.
But now, Douglas's impression on the nameless skeleton is so strange. Although the Douglas before was wild, he was always full of vitality. Although the Douglas's body in front of him has not changed at all, even the beating rate of his heart and the speed of blood flow are completely unchanged.
They are the same, but the nameless skeleton feels that he is another existence, another completely unfamiliar but absolutely powerful existence.
"Everything about you is given by me. You are me and I am you. Don't you understand yet?"
The hollow voice sounded in the heart of the nameless skeleton again. A completely different experience with the same consciousness made the nameless skeleton realize more and more clearly an ironclad fact: the Douglas in front of him was no longer the same Douglas as before, he was another kind of person.
Existence can even be said to be another form of life.
For this, the nameless skeleton feels more prepared than any clever detection technique.
So, he took another step back, and the distance between him and Douglas further widened!