In the impression of the nameless skeleton, the aura of the Douglas in front of him was completely different from the Douglas in his memory. The chaos and emptiness reminded him of the gray plain plane involuntarily.
After going through countless hardships and long periods of anticipation before arriving on the main material plane, I once again felt the unique aura of death in the gray plain plane, and this aura was emanating from Douglas.
Not long ago, the familiar Douglas once said that he would not force the fusion of two lives to be completed, but the current situation is completely opposite to what he said, because the black breath of death is rushing out, like a
The endless void will completely swallow up the nameless skeleton.
Yes, this is devouring, not fusion!
The nameless skeleton has long since become a relatively independent life in fact. Even a completely willing fusion will make him lose his life, let alone this kind of forced devouring?
Now Douglas has become the concrete embodiment of death. He has lost his living life and independent soul, and has become the King of the Undead.
The nameless skeleton seemed to have completely understood this. As a being with thoughts and independent consciousness, the bone wings behind him opened up in an instant, and he swung his war sickle to chop at Douglas.
The nameless skeleton does have a very authentic and authentic undead form, but he is by no means an undead monster in the general sense, but a life that possesses part of Douglas's soul and consciousness, a life that exists in the form of an undead.
He is alive!
He has the right to make his own choice, and his choice is the sword he wields with all his strength.
The war sickle was as dark as the aura of death, stirring the black aura. The huge bone wings flapped violently. Amidst bursts of flapping sounds that hinted at wind and thunder, the nameless skeleton had already flown backwards.
Douglas's extremely empty eyes actually showed a look of astonishment.
"You shouldn't refuse fusion. You can't refuse, because you are me. How can I refuse myself?"
The black aura of death is no longer a pervasive steaming contamination, but like a piece of sky suddenly descending in front of the nameless skeleton.
This black aura, deeper than the sky, is like an icy background that has been dead for tens of millions of years, like the universe before chaos, filled with the great will of the King of the Dead, like dark fragments of stardust.
Swirling around the universe, flourishing with unstoppable momentum and the most primitive beauty.
Is this the scene at the Big Bang when the universe was born? Did life emerge from this chaos filled with death?
Facing this vast aura, the nameless skeleton kept retreating. All the corpses and skeletons along the way were fragmented and melted into pieces in the frenzy of the black aura of death, becoming part of the black chaotic aura.
The nameless skeleton flew back faster than the black aura swept through it, but he retreated in the black aura. This situation is like the speed of light, although it has reached its limit, but it is always spreading within the scope of the universe.
This aura of death that can turn all life into nothingness is nothing to be afraid of for the nameless skeleton. The nameless skeleton is not afraid of death because he has already died at least twice.
Only things that have died will not die, just like fish will not drown. This is an absolute truth.
In order to gain a longer life, Wall used the bloodiest ritual to transform himself into a lich. Even the lich without a body and life would have withered on the gray plain. Now the nameless skeleton is just
It was just a part of Douglass's divinity, a mixture of an incomplete soul and a gradually developing independent consciousness.
The power of death can indeed directly turn the incomplete soul of the nameless skeleton into nothingness, but Douglas, who has become the incarnation of the King of the Undead, will not do that, because the nameless skeleton is a part of him, which is equivalent to directly blurring himself.
.
The will of death and the power of death cannot be carried by ordinary bodies, just like a large mountain cannot be packed into a small and fragile cardboard box. Only the soul and body of a god can contain the will and power of death.
The greatest authority.
What the King of the Undead needs must be a divine body.
Douglas has killed Shibron, the last son of God, and absorbed all of Hut's divinity. But when he was on the gray plain plane, he lost part of his divinity and a little of his godhead. All those things that were lost were condensed into the nameless skeleton.
on the body.
Only by merging with the nameless skeleton can we truly move toward immortality, transform into a god, allow the King of the Dead to truly descend, and fully embody the will of death.
Douglas became a god, and the power of death came completely, leaving only the last step: merging the clones, and merging Douglas' soul and divinity into two parts.
The nameless skeleton's wings have been fully opened, like a brilliant black lotus blooming in the dark night, wielding the war sickle to cut through the aura of death as grand as the background of the universe at all costs, avoiding Douglas who is approaching step by step.
"call"
A burst of flame suddenly spurted out. This was the hottest and most powerful flame between heaven and earth. It combined the most primitive power of earth fire and fire dragon. It was impossible to describe how melting gold and iron made it possible.
The flames condensed intensely, passing through the cold and silent aura of death, like a line of fire lighting up the entire universe, and sprayed directly onto Douglas's face.
It is the fundamental rule of the universe that no element can harm it and will die, so Douglas did not care at all about the hot breath and strong flames and continued to move forward.
The aura of death that swept over was like a thick layer of black mist. Through this layer of black mist, one could see the figure of the nameless skeleton flying horizontally and horizontally, and the black war scythe drawing the wildest trajectories.
Holding the weapon tightly to challenge the strongest, this image is so familiar, like Douglas standing high on the altar and declaring war on the King of the Dead!
Facing the aura of death as vast as the universe, he still fights to the end and never gives up. This kind of momentum always reminds people of the Kent lord who went deep into the imperial capital alone to set off a huge wave!
Vaguely, the skeletal skeleton flapping its wings seems to be Douglas who rose up in Kent and led the orcs to sweep across most of the empire.
Almost everyone has the illusion that although the King of the Undead with infinite death power still maintains Douglas's body, he is no longer the original Douglas. On the contrary, this one looks more like Douglas.
It is the skeleton of the undead monster that is the leader of the coalition who leads thousands of warriors to fight against death!