The hearse drove through the air, leaving a long black trail, which looked lifeless.
Lich King Alanbulu stood on the hearse, overlooking the black earth, with a sad expression on his face: "The starburst magic circle will bombard the Nirvana Barrier soon, but we still can't find a way to rescue Your Majesty. This
But what should I do? Damn Gust, didn’t he say he had found a way?”
The news that Alanbulu received was that in four or five months, the Starburst Array would be fully charged with energy, bombarding the Barrier of Annihilation, and striving to eliminate the Undead King. Four months were about to pass.
Unfortunately, if he knew Ange and had a good relationship, Ange might have told him that the Starburst Array showed no signs of energy accumulation.
The spores of the God of Life have quietly spread throughout all the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes of the entire Starburst Array. If the Starburst Array has a strong energy response, it will be the first to know.
Alanburu was talking to himself, and naturally he did not expect anyone to respond to him. He continued to mutter in a low voice: "The old undead ghost Gust said he had a secret source of information, but refused to say anything about the source. Such a sneaky attitude cannot be ignored.
Could it be the message given to him by the Church of Light? Otherwise, why would it be so secretive?"
"If the source of the information is a human or the Warlock Alliance, then he will definitely not be sneaky. He can get the information in the Warlock Alliance. That is his ability. Only when the source violates everyone's taboo, he will not even tell me."
"Damn it, how did this old undead get involved with the Church of Light? Don't find any evidence for me, or I'll have to clean up his troubles." Alanbulu muttered in annoyance.
One of the undead knights in front turned back and shouted: "King, we are at the Immortal Temple just ahead. Do you want to worship?"
Alanbulu shook his head and said: "I won't go, I don't have time. When you see that smart little bone, just throw it a soul crystal."
"Good." The immortal knights responded and turned back, but soon, the immortal knights shouted loudly: "King, look!"
Alanbulu followed the guidance of the undead knight and saw a huge dragon statue.
"Who carved a giant dragon and put it here?" This was Alanbulu's first reaction, but he reacted as soon as he said it:
"No, it's not a sculpture, it's a petrified dragon? That petrified dragon Darhan Diawara in the Palace of Knowledge, who moved it out here? Is it Gust? This guy didn't even say a word to me when he moved it.
?Go down and have a look.”
Alanbulu obviously knew the petrified dragon, and even knew the dragon before it was petrified. This gave him a huge misunderstanding, thinking that it was brought back by Gust.
Because except for them, no one else knows that there is a petrified dragon deep in the main hall of the Palace of Knowledge. Even this petrified dragon is the key to the wisdom of many souls.
The undead cavalry led the hearse and slid towards the ground. As the distance got closer, Alanburu also saw the situation on the ground clearly, and even saw the altar of reincarnation covered by the petrified dragon.
"Hey, no, how come the altar of reincarnation was repaired? Who repaired it?" Alanbululu was surprised and immediately felt something was wrong.
Gust would move the petrified dragon back without telling him, but it was impossible to build the altar of reincarnation without telling him, because he presided over the construction of the altar of reincarnation.
This is as absurd as not telling Duroken about Ange's World Transit Station.
"Be careful, something's not right." Aramburu warned loudly.
The undead cavalry were somewhat disapproving. What kind of place was this? The Peaceful Plains. Further south was the undead abyss. What could be wrong?
However, they still pretended to use weapons, mostly lances, because lances could sometimes be used as javelins.
Just when they were about to hit the ground, a little girl suddenly jumped out from under the petrified dragon.
"Where did the little girl come from? Be careful, don't hurt... No, the holy power of light! Be careful!" Alanbulu just wanted everyone not to hurt anyone, but the next moment he was frightened by the holy power of light that erupted from the little angel.
.
The little angel's hands were weak... before he could push it out, he remembered something, scratched his head, stretched his back in annoyance, and opened a pair of real wings.
"Fighting bird? Why is there a fighting bird here? How did she get here? Are all rangers blind?!" Aramburu was shocked.
After opening her true wings, the little angel slowly opened her second pair of light wings. She had been warned many times not to let out the holy light randomly and to take her time to attract the enemy's attention.
The little angel hates this the most. Whenever he takes action, he will use his big moves to feel good. But there is no way. Among so many people, she and Anthony are the most bright and powerful. Anthony has other tasks, so she can only attract the enemy's attention.
Strong.
"Four-winged battle bird! Everyone, be careful." an undead cavalry shouted, throwing his lance.
The long knight turned into a powerful crossbow and stabbed the little angel.
On the side of the little angel's body, light wings spurted wildly, pushing her to move a large distance laterally. The light wings sprayed, and the third pair of light wings also unfolded. At the same time, she pulled out the Archangel's wings.
stick.
"The Supreme Holy Spirit!? The one in Beifeng City! No, there have been two Supreme Holy Spirits in Beifeng City. Everyone, be careful of the other one!" Alanbulu reminded loudly.
The dracolich Nozalo had already informed everyone about encountering two seraphs and the pope in North Wind City. The seraphs and the pope from the Church of Light had not been seen for many years, so this news caused a stir.
Alan Bulu naturally knows that everyone attaches great importance to it.
Unexpectedly, a seraphim would appear so close to the Abyss of Immortality. What about the other six-winged archangel and the pope who can teleport?
As soon as the thought came up, Ange jumped out from the other side of the petrified dragon, rolled directly onto the dragon's back, stretched out his hand and wiped out rows of holy light missiles.
The little angel was just a prop to attract their attention, and Ange was the fort that really suppressed the undead cavalry. For a moment, all the undead cavalry were swept away by the Holy Light missiles and could not lift their heads.
Alanbulu used his staff and was about to suppress Ange, but suddenly he felt something ominous. He turned his head and looked in the other direction, and saw a bright light flashing on the other corner of the equilateral triangle with the little angel Ange.
move.
Alanbulu immediately smashed a piece of bone on his chest, and a bubble-like circle exploded.
I saw that everything around me slowed down, and as the 'bubble' exploded, it expanded rapidly. Everything trapped in it became extremely slow, including a purple gold skeleton.
Feti was stunned by this 'slowing down' effect. Everything became extremely slow, but his thinking and reactions were normal. He watched Alanburu in front of him quickly take out his staff and think
Spell, ready to go.
Feti felt as if he had passed through some invisible barrier. The slowing effect disappeared instantly. His speed returned to normal, but he immediately plunged into another invisible mass of 'mud'.
"Super powerful hysteresis?" Negris asked next. If general magic has levels, then hysteresis is a magic with no level. A first-level magician can cast it, and so can a mystic mage. It just has an effect.
Each is different.
Alanbulu's delay spell is obviously very powerful. It can delay even the Lord of Mourning like Feti. He casts delay spell continuously, and the hearse also moves backwards, widening the distance from Feti.
At the same time, ghosts were summoned by him, and they rushed towards Feti fiercely, entangled him, circled him, and pulled him.
Naturally, these ghosts couldn't hurt the Lord of Mourning, but combined with the delay technique, they bluntly slowed Feti's speed, and finally forced him to stop.
"This... Feti was actually forced to stop? This lich is so powerful." Nigris said in shock.
Silba on the side was also poking his head and said: "It's normal. The Lich King Alanbulu, the Mage of Truth, is very powerful. If his followers were not restrained by the adults and delayed to stay behind Fei Ti, riding
The spear may have been thrown... Hey, where is the undead cavalry?"
Everyone's attention was attracted by the confrontation between Feti and Alan Bulu, and they didn't pay attention to Ange at all. Now they turned around and looked over, only to find that the twelve undead cavalry had disappeared. Ange waved a
The Great Scythe of Holy Light has twelve soul flames hung on its blade.
"Is this... so fast? These undead cavalry are too good, aren't they? What is that? The Scythe of Holy Light? How come it is the same as the Scythe of Death?" Silba said in shock.
Negris awkwardly buttoned the scales on his waist: "That's the Death Scythe. It was used to deceive people in order to cut wheat."
Feti was forced to stop, and the 'flash' was naturally interrupted, and he had to fall to the ground. His flash could only be cast on a place with solid support, and could not be cast on the air, so even though he was walking on the air
ability, but to activate the flash, you still need to find something solid to step on.
Alanbulu took the time to look in the direction of Ange, and then his expression changed drastically: "Where are my people!?"
Ange quickly opened his true wings, and the light wings spurted out wildly, pushing him to fly towards Alanburu at high speed.
"Who are you? You are not the Supreme Holy Spirit! Let go of my people!" Alanbululu roared angrily. With a wave of his staff, a green wind blade slashed down and slashed towards Ange, who was locked in his gaze.
Swish, swish, swish... Ange likes to fight against others with magic. Twenty holy light missiles were sprayed out in one second, and Alanbulu's wind blade was blown up in the air.
"Elemental javelin!"
"Wind Arrow!"
"Delay!"
"Tornado Blade!"
"Soul shock!"
Ange always used holy light missiles to deal with the magic in front. At this extremely high speed, Alanbulu couldn't use any magic. He was forcibly overwhelmed by the holy light missiles, and Alanbulu was so anxious that he wanted to jump out of the car.
Blatantly using the soul impact that undead creatures are best at... beam.
Ange tilted his head back, then came back as if nothing had happened, raised his finger towards Alanbulu, soul shock - beam!
Thank you Banque Qingci, book friend 20220531215628344, for the reward.