If someone can cast a row of magic with just a touch of his hand, no matter what level of magic it is, this person is definitely not a rookie, because this involves an issue of elemental interference.
If two or more magics can be cast at a very close distance, it means that the opponent has good control over the elements.
What surprised the undead even more was that he cast a row of twelve bursting fireballs, and the opponent cast a row of thirteen bursting fireballs, which was exactly one more than him.
Is this intentional or a coincidence?
The undead waved his hand quickly, and the explosive fireball in front of him shot out in a whoosh, while his body quickly flew backwards.
Ange also waved his hand, and the exploding fireballs in front of him whizzed, accurately meeting the undead's fireballs, detonating them one by one, and shooting the extra one at the undead.
The undead stepped back and waved his hand. His hand drew a circle in front of him. Every time he drew a circle, an arrow of death's breath condensed in the center of the circle.
An extra bursting fireball was detonated by the Death Breath Arrow, and more Death Breath Arrows were shot at Ange.
Death Breath Arrow is the type of magic he is best at, not fire magic. He just wanted to humiliate the enemy, but found that the opponent could not be humiliated casually, so he immediately switched back to the type he was best at.
Arrows of death breath appeared continuously and shot at Ange continuously.
This is actually a very normal mage battle routine, suppress fire, adapt to circumstances, seize the flaw, and take it away in one wave.
However, this plays into the hands of a certain skeleton.
The undead were soon surprised to find that the skeleton's firepower was stronger than him, and the number of explosive fireballs was greater than his shadow arrows.
After canceling each other out, there was actually an explosion of fireballs that broke through the shadow arrow curtain and came to a close position. Then, with their eyes locked, they made a big turn and bombarded the undead.
A translucent shield appeared on the undead's body, resisting fireball damage.
"Zobada, what kind of ghost skeleton is this?!" The undead was so angry that he cursed in magic words.
A majestic undead mage couldn't suppress a skeleton in terms of firepower? No one dared to believe it.
He can't go on like this. Not to mention being locked in a stalemate with a skeleton, even if he can't win quickly, it will damage his reputation as an undead mage. That's a skeleton, a skeleton with low intelligence and not good at magic!!
The undead had already retreated a certain distance, so he took out a domino and crushed it. In an instant, a 'huge' wraith rushed out of the domino, wailing and rushing towards Ange.
Why do we use the word huge to describe it? Because normal resentful spirits are only as big as a fingernail. They come in groups, wailing and floating here and there. They are the lowest spirit bodies in the undead world. A little bit of death breath can stimulate their birth.
There are a lot of them, and a large piece of them will die as soon as the sun shines on them.
However, the resentful spirit that was the size of a fingernail grew into its current size of three to four meters in diameter, and its size increased tens of thousands of times. What also increased dramatically was its howling.
The greatest destructive power of vengeful spirits is their wailing. If a vengeful spirit appears in your room, but you fail to kill it, then it will circle around your ears saying "Ahhhh...ah
Ahhh...' screams, making you unable to sleep, neurasthenic, and restless.
If a bunch of wraiths appear in a room, it will basically be impossible to stay in the room.
If it is a giant wraith, then what it emits is not just a scream, but a skill - the wraith scream.
The giant wraith screamed at Ange, and a green sound wave that was only visible to the soul rushed towards Ange in circles, hitting his soul.
Ange blinked, but there was no reaction.
The giant resentful spirit was stunned for a moment, then floated a few steps closer and screamed again.
Still no response?
It floated a few steps closer, screaming all the way, until it floated in front of Ange, blocking Ange's ears and screaming.
The scream of the resentful spirit is a mental attack. If the spirit is particularly strong, you can ignore its damage. What a coincidence, Ange's mental power...
Ange could ignore this kind of damage, so he didn't plan to pay attention to it, but he couldn't ignore the little ghost on his finger. It couldn't stand it anymore. The little ghost raised his head and screamed at the giant resentful spirit: "Ouch!"
Circles of holy sound waves rushed to the body of the resentful spirit, as if it were like a flesh and blood body blocked in front of the shining of the holy light. It was sprayed out in an instant, leaving only the breath burned by the holy light. This breath was very similar to
The smell of drying quilts.
The undead who were concentrating on brewing magic were also shocked by the burning aura of holy light, and shouted in shock: "Holy light?"
However, the little ghost was too small and was still wrapped around Ange's hand. The undead did not see clearly and did not notice where this holy light aura came from. Was there an ambush?
The undead couldn't help but be more vigilant, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't imagine that the source of the holy light was on Ange's finger.
The Holy Light cast by Little Ghost has additional damage to undead creatures. The Holy Light cast by Ange does not have this additional damage because it is too pure.
With the arrow on the string, the undead had no time to explore. He raised his hands to the sky, made a gesture of raising his hands to the sky, and shouted loudly: "Sleeping soul, wake up, this is the paradise of the dead..."
Paradise of the Dead... Along with the cries of the undead, black smoke surged up from the earth. It was the pure breath of death. Under the eternal night, it was the moment when the breath of death was most active.
The ground rumbled and trembled, and not long after, dozens of gray-white hand bones were sparsely pierced through the ground, and dozens of skeletons climbed up from the ground.
Seeing these skeletons, the undead were unhappy and said angrily: "Zobada, I forgot, Harvey has summoned all the troops to attack the human front line." The powerful Paradise of the Dead, because of these off-site factors
, the power is halved...
The sparse skeletons couldn't be called a paradise for the dead at all, but the raging breath of death still brought him some comfort.
Kick kick, a sharp sound of horse hoofs came, and I saw two bone horses with soul flames surging in their eyes, dragging a carriage and galloping towards them. The speed was so fast that the carriage was about to fall apart.
A brazier bounces up and falls down, bounces up and falls down.
The bone horse came to protect him.
The two bone horses pulled by the undead are not horses, but horse-shaped skeletons. Because of their size, they are far more powerful than superhuman skeletons at the same level.
But before they could rush over, a white figure emerged from the ground, and two big hooves struck the bone horse from the side, kicking them away.
The horse and cart rolled several times and landed on the ground. The carriage fell apart and the braziers were scattered in all directions.
The two bone horses got up and looked at the thing that kicked them. It turned out to be a horse with a "leather hat" on its head.
The horse raised one of its front hoofs, hooked its toes towards them, and said aggressively: "Your opponent is me, with a skeleton as thin as firewood. Come here and let you taste the power of Grandpa Lightning."
"
The soul flames in the eye sockets of the bone horses shot out, and they both raised their hooves. The soul flames were seen surging on their bodies, and the armor slowly transformed into their bodies. Soon, the two bone horses were covered in soul armor.
Transformed into a strong and sturdy undead war horse.
The two bone horses snorted, spewing out bits of blue flame from their noses, and stared at Lightning, as if to say: Are you still thin now?
Lightning curled his lips, turned around, and raised his butt towards the bone horse: "Come on, chase me. If you can catch me, I'll fight you."
The bone horses were so angry that their souls were about to spit out from their nostrils, and Sayazi rushed towards Lightning.
The undead was so angry that he asked the bone horses to come over to protect him, not to chase other horses.
With a thought in their mind, the two bone horses had no choice but to glare at Lightning with hatred, turn around and run towards the undead's position.
They turned around, and Lightning also turned around. What horse could be more nimble than Lightning, whose hooves could flip up to the forehead? He was caught up in a short while, and kicked the bone horse's butt with its front hooves.
In the end, only one bone horse was left to deal with the lightning, while the other ran towards the undead to protect the owner.
Scattered skeletons also surrounded the undead, and dozens of skeletons could do nothing except serve as shields.
The undead guided the breath of death to his hands, and then looked at Ange. The focus of his soul was focused on Ange - his eyes were locked.
Because it has no eyes, it would be more correct to call it soul locked.
"Surge, the mist of death..." With a simple spell, part of the breath of death turned into mist and dispersed, quickly covering the location of the undead.
Ange looked at the mist nervously. He could no longer see the undead and couldn't lock his eyes with the other party. Can the mist prevent him from locking his eyes?
The bursting fireball can only stop. This second-level compression magic is not very effective against magicians with strong shields. It takes a lot of effort to break the opponent's shield.
This situation of not being able to see the enemy gave him a bad feeling, and he couldn't help but reach into the Palace of Rest.
This was the first time he faced a powerful magician, and he had no experience in this area. He didn't even know what the enemy was trying to do by covering him with the mist of death breath, so he could only adapt accordingly.
Some kind of power quickly gathered in the fog. Suddenly, a black beam of light came out of the fog and shined at Ange. At the same time, a soul cry came out from the fog: "Death Breath·Shock Wave!"
Ange felt as if he was being shone by the Holy Light. Not just once, but the entire beam of light rushed over and hit him. If he was hit head-on, it would definitely be more uncomfortable than the Holy Light.
It turns out that he used fog to cover himself in order to surprise and amplify his moves.
The death breath shock wave not only hit Ange, but also dispersed the fog, revealing the undead inside. The undead saw Ange shrouded in black light beams, and waved his hands excitedly: "Okay, be honored, stupid skeleton."
, you actually let me use this ultimate move against you, this is your honor...Zhaobada! Are you okay?"
The black beam of light disappeared, and Ange was seen standing intact, holding a purple-gold skeleton in front of him, and all the death breath shock waves hit the purple-gold skeleton.
The remaining energy reaches Ange through the gaps in the skeleton, but the remaining energy that has been cut into pieces, not only cannot cause harm to Ange, but instead pours into the body like the coolness of the wind of rest, nourishing Ange's bones.
The undead's eyes widened. If they had eyeballs, they would almost fall out. He murmured in a trembling voice: "Purple...Purple gold body? Whose purple gold body?"
This is a good question. No matter whose Purple and Gold Body it is, the problem is big, because there are only two Lords of Death in the world, one is Harvey and the other is Locke.
The purple-gold body was also unscathed, but it was hit by the breath of death and was a little hot and smoking. Ange shook it and stuffed it back into the Palace of Rest without falling apart.
If Bonelock knew that his skeleton was being used as a shield, he would probably jump out of his grave and blow Ange's head off.
"You...who are you!?" the undead asked in a trembling voice.
"The God of Immortality." Ange murmured in response, stretched out his hand in front of him, and immediately wiped out a mist, covering his location.
The God of Immortality? The undead are confused. What do you mean?
If Ange said that he was Strong Bone Locke, he would still be dubious. After all, Ange took out a purple and gold skeleton.
There are only two purple and gold skeletons in the world, one is Locke and the other is Harvey. Harvey is still alive and cannot be Harvey, so this purple and gold skeleton can only belong to Locke.
But when you say you are an immortal god, the undead can't help but laugh. If you want to scare people, don't brag like this.
But Ange's actions made him wary again. Mist of death breath? What does this skeleton want to do?
"Do you want to imitate me? Unfortunately, in a dead place, you can only cast a death breath shock wave once in a short period of time, because I have used up all the death breath left here." The undead said with a smile.
Whether it is death breath impact or general large-scale magic, there will be similar consequences. All the elements in an area are consumed, and there are not enough elements to cast the next magic.
Therefore, water magicians prefer environments with abundant water vapor, and fire magicians prefer volcanic craters. The environment has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort when casting spells.
The breath of death has been completely consumed by him. Even if the skeleton wants to imitate, there is not enough breath of death to mobilize. Is it just to block his gaze?
Just as the undead were confused, a powerful force gathered in the mist, and then, a black beam of light spurted out.
"How could...!" The undead only had time to scream in surprise before he was swallowed up by the black beam of light, and even the skeletons and horses surrounding him disappeared without a trace.
Ange looked at the place where the undead disappeared, and then looked at his own hands. In his palms, he saw that the flame of the soul was constantly burning, transforming into a pure breath of death.
What is the aura of death? In fact, it is thin soul energy. It doesn’t matter if the aura of death is used up. Just be more luxurious and use soul energy to transform it.
There is nothing else, but Ange has the most soul energy, because he is the immortal god!
From this point of view, Death Breath Shock Wave is clearly the most suitable ultimate move for Ange. Due to the limitation of magic power, other magic can only be cast at one or two levels. No matter how compressed it is, it will only have the power of four levels at most, and even the opponent's shield will be damaged.
Unable to hit.
The death breath shock wave does not require much magic power, only a large amount of death breath, as if it was tailor-made for him.
Realizing this, Ange suddenly wanted to give something back to the undead, because the value of this move was too great.
But looking around, wherever there are traces of the undead, they have been wiped out without a trace.
At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed behind him. Ange turned his head and saw a holy light pillar piercing out from the top of the relay tower and then disappearing. At the same time, the terrifying roar of the relay spirit came from the tower.
No! The little angel used the holy light to flash the relay spirit?