There is no majesty or momentum, just like the emotionless sun that shines its light on the earth without hesitation, shining on all the good and the ugly, the good and the evil...
This is not the ultimate magic of the sacred system that shines in heaven, because the aura of Agreel has no attributes of good or evil. This is the top-level non-attribute magic that has been lost for tens of millions of years: Aurora Illuminating!
Agrel's face was like a mask shining with intense light, and even his face... not only his face, but also his entire body showed signs of cracking in the intense light.
The magician has completely integrated his body into the light as fuel, making this brilliance that is more dazzling than the sun become extremely condensed, like a scorching sun falling on the ground. Even the orc warriors in the distance are also
Feel the slightest warmth.
Agrel's body has been turned into countless fragments, and all these fragments were burnt into more dazzling spots by the aurora as soon as they were broken apart. When the humanoid image of the magician was finally dissipated, this fierce mass
The light that reached its extreme and shone to its extreme suddenly cut through the boundless darkness and shot out toward Douglas.
It was as if the matter that had been accumulated for hundreds of millions of years was ignited in an instant, and all the brilliance was burning in the most explosive way. The power released could completely shatter the world. Everything along the way, especially those immortals who had just surged in
Creatures, even the most powerful skeletal Titan, are no stronger than a piece of paper in front of a rumbling chariot. They cannot delay or stop the progress of the aurora at all.
A ball of bright light rushed towards the darkness. The distinction between light and darkness was so clear. The two completely contradictory auras collided fiercely and canceled each other out. No sound was made, but all the darkness along the way was shattered and burned.
Not even the last bit of residue is left.
More powerful than the falling sun, more brilliant than the shining stars, this extremely intense and brilliant light tore apart the darkness with its overwhelming power.
Although no sound was made from this extremely spectacular scene, its power left everyone with nothing but awe from the bottom of their hearts.
Dozens of corpse monsters activated teleportation spells at the same time, trying to block the aurora with their bodies, creating a negligible time difference for the King of the Undead, but their bodies, which were a hundred times harder than granite, were all moved in an instant.
Dissolved by the aurora, like the most insignificant sunspot in the sun, it dimmed slightly and then disappeared. The fingertips of a few top three or five corpse monsters were still shining with the light of magic, as if they wanted to activate some kind of magic.
Law, but it was too late.
As the extremely intense light advanced, both the corpse demon and the magic they had just condensed on their fingertips disappeared. There was not even a slight shock wave, and no power was shown in the collision. This scene was like
Dozens of little ants that thought they were powerful stood in front of the rumbling chariot, and they couldn't even let the chariot bump over before being crushed by it.
All materials along the way collapsed and dissipated, whether it was bones or corpses, whether it was rocks or dust, including air and magic, everything was taken away by this extremely intense and extremely bright light.
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From this point of view, the aurora and the breath of death are so similar, the only difference is that the breath is different and the appearance is different between light and darkness.
The extremely intense light that has reached the limit of speed, Douglas is completely still, the two forms of movement and stillness are so distinct, forming the most vivid contrast. In the moment before the light and darkness collide head-on, the black on Douglas's body
The breath was shattered by the aurora and dispersed rapidly, like a leaking skin. All eyes were staring at this place, all breaths were held, and all heartbeats were temporarily stopped, looking forward to the most ferocious and explosive impact.
"boom!"
The deafening roar was real. When light and darkness collided fiercely, and when the aurora hit Douglas, although the aurora itself had no sound, the sound and momentum caused by the aurora destroying matter and stirring the air produced a
Huge roar. Two completely opposite huge forces devouring each other and canceling each other out, resulting in only one cancellation: destruction!
The power of destruction even surpassed the aurora itself. When it hit Douglas, it was like the sun falling into the sea, and the resulting aurora, together with everything real or illusory around it, was shattered into the tiniest free particles.
The roaring sound still echoed in my ears, mainly in my heart, and the flying dust gradually fell.
From where Douglas stood, the entire surface plate had completely disappeared, a huge sinkhole with a radius of 100 meters appeared, and even the black breath of death in the sky was stirred up. All these changes that can be seen with the naked eye are only
Just a by-product of the aurora explosion.
The real lethality comes from the absolute mutual repulsion of light and darkness. That is the main purpose of this shocking collision.
The most brilliant and powerful magician in the world completely sacrificed himself in exchange for this impact. The power of this impact can no longer be described in words. Even the richest imagination seems pale and poor in the face of this impact.
When the roar gradually faded away, when the dazzling light gradually disappeared, and when all the momentum gradually subsided, everyone discovered that there was still a figure standing at the place of impact.
It's Douglas!
It's Douglas, Lord of the Undead!
Douglas stood alone in the area that had just been destroyed once, suspended between the sinkhole and the ground, without even moving the corners of his clothes.
His eyes were still blank, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all. He just stopped moving forward, paused for about five breaths, and then moved forward again at the original speed and posture.
Walk towards the nameless skeleton.
Even the ultimate impact, which the magician sacrificed his life for, could not hurt Douglas. It could not even attract his attention at all, let alone change his direction of travel.
Everyone involuntarily thought of a word that made people desperate to the extreme: ants!
Yegana is right. In front of the King of the Dead, all so-called strong men are ants. No matter how strong an individual ant is, it is impossible for the King of the Dead, who is as thick as a mountain and as deep as the sea, to do the most powerful thing.
A slight change, no matter what kind of cry this ant makes, it is not worth a look from the King of the Undead!