A phantom standing tall on the sky suddenly took shape. It was a slender figure shrouded in a black cloak.
His face has a sharp beak like a crow, and his eyes are sometimes green and sometimes scarlet.
His upper body was above the gray-black clouds, and he walked slowly within the scope of the death canopy from time to time.
His eyes were extremely cold, giving him a majestic air.
"Is this the projection of the God of Death?"
Matthew tried to communicate with the projection, but couldn't get any feedback.
Soon he realized.
This projection has very little spirituality. It does not represent the consciousness of the God of Death. It is probably just that the natural disaster of the undead triggered certain laws in the realm of death, which in turn triggered the resonance of the God of Death's will.
This kind of projection is similar to a vision. It can provide limited effects on its own, but it can be said to be excellent in terms of shock effect.
Matthew glanced at the data column.
The arrival of the Death Projection approximately increases the probability of instant death for the Death Sky by one percent.
at the same time.
It also greatly increases the frequency of instant death judgments.
The creatures that were previously in the Death Canopy must undergo an immediate death judgment every half minute.
Once the saving throw fails, it is possible to be deprived of life and then transformed into an undead.
And now.
This frequency has been increased to once every twenty seconds and three times a minute.
This is actually a very scary improvement.
The accumulation of immediate death judgments can easily lead to qualitative changes.
Matthew judged.
With the current intensity of the Death Canopy, even strong warriors would find it difficult to withstand it!
In comparison.
The Dragon Lord Cossack is indeed worthy of the name of elite legend.
This guy's fighting ability is actually very strong.
If it were any other necromancer, he would have been destroyed by him long ago.
You must know that the other party is fighting Matthew against the canopy of death.
And at that last moment.
He even carried the Death Sky + Death Curse + Moonfire + Pale Hand + Reaper's Touch for more than 20 seconds!
If Orsay's sword full of negative energy hadn't pierced his heart.
The Cossacks might be able to delay it for a while longer!
This is enough to show how strong his physique is!
In fact.
Matthew also knew very well that it was Orsay's sword that broke the last straw in the Cossack's heart.
It is difficult to keep one's rationality clear in times of crisis.
Not to mention that the Cossack was in a more reckless state with the angel's hymn on his body.
The moment he saw the tip of the sword was probably not the Cossack's most desperate moment.
It really destroyed his belief in survival.
Orsay's indifferent face.
The death and rebellion of familiar people often create greater fear.
When the accumulated fear exceeds the critical point that can be tolerated.
Faith will collapse.
And faith.
It is the most important weapon against the Necromancer!
"Only the fire of hope and immortal blood are the only ways to fight against death..."
Matthew stood there quietly.
The death of the Cossack touched his heart.
He knew it without looking at the data column.
I have grasped a trace of the elements of death, and if I follow the clues, I will have a chance to enter this field!
It's a pity that that feeling is fleeting.
soon.
There was a huge noise in my ears.
With the sneak attack of the bone dragon army and the full pressure of the undead, the temporary front of the southern market collapsed completely.
The astral dragonmen who originally still had some fighting spirit completely lost the idea of resisting before the death of the Cossacks and the arrival of the death projection.
Everyone fled to the north like crazy.
Not even waiting for the undead army to attack.
There was a large-scale stampede and collision at the entrance of the market——
The dragonmen sent out by Rose earlier had just recruited some soldiers from the north to come for reinforcements.
As a result, before entering the market, they collided with a large number of deserters rushing out from the entrance.
When fear starts to explode.
No one can tell what happened inside.
Everyone can only see the chaos and despair in front of them.
They seemed to be swept away by a black torrent and pushed involuntarily into unknown distances.
They opened their mouths wide and wanted to shout, but found it difficult to even breathe.
In the dim sky and earth, the starlight was completely blocked.
Only the strong color blocks of black and white render everything on the earth.
It seems like a noisy pantomime is going on in Tyrannosaurus Town.
Everyone is on the run.
They were like a herd of panicked animals, finding a direction, trying their best, and then losing their will in the confusion.
Immediately afterwards.
They calmed down.
Or rather.
They achieved eternal peace.
Matthew stood on the canopy of death and overlooked the entire Tyrannosaurus Town.
The undead natural disaster has washed away one third of the town like a torrent.
The rest is just a matter of time.
He closed his eyes patiently and meditated.
Three hours later.
…
"Hint: You destroyed Tyrannosaurus Town!
You killed 24,789 astral beings!
The number of undead controlled by your Undead Scourge has reached 11,473!
The remaining corpses are still slowly being transformed...
Because you created an undead natural disaster and destroyed a small town, your legend level is +3 (sampan plane/star realm)
The astral beings who escaped from Tyrannosaurus Town are spreading word of mouth about the heinous crimes you committed.
soon.
The sampan plane and even the entire star realm will know your actions!
You've earned the new title "Mean Matthew"!
Despicable Matthew: This is a high compliment from the beings in the astral world. When you walk in the astral world, you will gain more respect.
In the future, you will gain a group of loyal fans in the star realm, and they will become your potential followers!
…
You completed the side quest "The Resentment of the Aboriginals!" and you obtained the legendary spell "Pot of Miracles"!
You cast the Miracle Pot, and you got an ordinary rusty kettle!
(Note: After one year, you will have the opportunity to cast this spell again)
Do you want to turn it on?"
…
Due to its special flexibility.
Matthew did not activate the kettle immediately.
Instead, he hung the kettle on his waist.
"Why do I feel like there are more and more things hanging on my body..."
He touched the smooth surface of the pot, and then touched the shovel, sickle and bamboo stick behind him one by one.
I always feel like my hands are not enough.
The battle in Tyrannosaurus Town has come to an end.
Matthew returns to the ground to take stock.
He came to the corpse of the Cossack. At this time, the Dragon Lord had completely transformed into Matthew's slave.
The new member of the team, "Undead Cossack", is a legendary dragon warrior with 21 professional levels.
The undead natural disaster gave him greater resilience and vitality.
Matching his original talent and physique.
This makes the Undead Cossacks more difficult to defeat.
However, due to the loss of the blessing of the domain and the support of the Blood of Glory, the Cossack's combat effectiveness was still greatly reduced.
In terms of combat effectiveness.
Matthew estimated that he could only suppress Peggy in her normal state. No matter whether she turned on the Valkyrie form or the Battle Angel form, she could easily defeat the Cossack.
But I got a new legendary unit.
Matthew was still very satisfied.
Next to the Cossacks and Orsay were tied the two priests with dull eyes.
Matthew took a look at the exquisite curves on their bodies and the way the ropes were bound.
Then I knew it must be A Bing who did it.
These two angels probably lost their will to fight and were captured by the soldiers.
Since Matthew did not give clear instructions on what to do with the angels, A Bing tied them up with other prisoners and waited for the Death Canopy to take effect.
Unfortunately.
Due to the special characteristics of angels, the other captives have become immortal, but they still maintain their aloof and holy posture.
This caught Matthew's attention.
He leaned over.
"Despicable Necromancer!"
The purple-robed angel cursed angrily.
Matthew looked at each other calmly:
"Despicability is a required course for necromancers."
The purple-robed angel sneered:
"So you're still proud of this?"
Matthew patiently said one more sentence:
"When you were killing humans in the star realm, did you ever think about glory?"
The purple-robed angel said disdainfully:
"It would be our honor to kill you inferior species!"
"We are different from you. Our custom is..."
Snapped!
A long whip suddenly appeared in Matthew's hand, and then he whipped the purple-robed angel mercilessly!
"ah!"
"Usul's scolding" hit her on the chest, her robe immediately shattered, and a scar appeared on her body.
Although it is not used in the cemetery, it cannot trigger the effect of Death Fire.
But this whip causes particularly direct damage to spiritual bodies.
The severe pain made the purple-robed angel moan.
But she still yelled at Matthew.
Matthew was also very polite. Every time she cursed, he would give her a whip.
soon.
She became dying.
"Is that all you have the strength for?"
The purple-robed angel is still provoking:
"Try harder?"
"I heard that necromancers are not good at that. It turned out to be the case when I saw it today, hehehe..."
Matthew suddenly stopped moving, and then smiled softly:
"You don't think I would be stupid enough to accidentally kill you, do you?"
A trace of panic flashed in the purple-robed angel's eyes.
"If I kill you, you will be resurrected in the kingdom of Baruch, the five-color dragon god."
"And if you stay alive, you will never have a chance to escape, am I right?"
Matthew had a devilish smile on his face:
"I know that angels cannot be directly transformed into undead."
"But I have also heard of some secret methods that can implant the seeds of the undead in your bodies, causing them to take root and sprout, and then one day replace them..."
"The undead cultivated through this method are often called Nightmare Eaters. They are undead creatures that are keen on devouring spirits. They are better at magic than banshees. Do you want to try being transformed into Nightmare Eaters?
Feel?"
The face of the purple-robed angel was full of fear.
Matthew turned to look at Rose, who could barely remain calm:
"But there is another way to deal with angels in the Alliance."
"That is to put it into a huge crucible and cook it. Sprinkle a lot of sea salt in the pot. It is said that sea salt is the nemesis of angels——
Because angels are astral beings.
The high concentration of sea salt can cause the astral body to quickly precipitate into astral dust.
This thing is very valuable in the league!
I’ve only seen this statement in books before, but I don’t know how it works in practice.”
As soon as this statement came out.
Both angels began to tremble.
The reason why they were able to accept death as if they were dead was because they were sure that they would be resurrected in Baruch's kingdom of God.
But now...
"Two ways to die and one way to live. I only give you one minute to choose."
Matthew looked at the two women calmly:
"Also, I would like to remind you that there is only one way to survive!"
Almost instantly.
The rose in red robe screamed:
"I choose to live!"
The purple-robed angel next to her had a look of astonishment on her face.
Immediately her expression became extremely distorted.
"No, no, bitch, you..."
Before she could finish her words, two zombies called by Matthew were carried away on the left and right.
"Find a bigger pot and put it in."
He also asked Death Knight Forty-Seven to take care of this matter.
Forty-seven made a relaxed gesture and left quickly.
Only the four-winged angel Rose is left beside Matthew.
"you……"
"What do you want to know?"
Rose asked with a trembling voice.
"This is not the place to talk, come with me."
Matthew pulled her up from the ground and pulled her into a small room next to her.
…
City of Night Angels.
Inside a magnificent building.
The logo of the Scourge Order hangs majestically on the tower at the top of the building.
In an empty hall inside the building.
A blond man was slowly and quietly wiping the stained glass window.
His voice is full of magnetism, giving people a gentle and peaceful feeling:
"You're in big trouble, Lance."
"The Lord is very dissatisfied with you."
The legendary warlock was sitting on a bench not far away.
He put his head in his hands, crossed his legs, and looked indifferent:
"Why do I think he would be very satisfied?"
"This is our opportunity - the group of dragon people with severe body odor have lost their power. It is a good opportunity for us to expand our power in the sampan plane."
The blond man asked in a steady voice:
"Do you think your subordinates are better at fighting the Death Sky than the dragons?"
Lance shrugged:
"This is the star realm, there are countless ways to get him out."
"The simplest thing is to use the banishment technique, right?"
The blond man smiled:
"Such a good opportunity?"
"You only want to be exiled? That's not your style, Lance."
Lance chuckled:
"Isn't banishment okay?"
"It's civilized and natural, and it can still achieve its goal. Do we have to kill him?"
"Speaking of which, I actually quite like that Matthew."
The blond man asked:
"Why?"
Lance said casually:
"He's pretty enough."
The blond man fell silent immediately.
Instead, Lance looked at the other party with provocative eyes:
"It seems you are unwilling to let him go!"
"Do you really hate him that much?"
"He's a young and handsome guy who hasn't done much... Oh, I remember, you have a very distressed subordinate who was poached by him, right?"
"What are their names, Lailai and Lala?"
The blond man said calmly:
"After Laila betrayed us, the first person she took refuge with was Galan."
Lance sneered:
"It's not impossible for you to masturbate like this, but everyone knows that Gai Lan is just that kid's tool. Not long after your Laila became a shadow believer, she kicked Gai Lan and found a new one.
Overseas sect leader."
"How come that boy is so lucky at such a young age? He has become the leader of an outsider, and no one else is outside..."
The blond man did not answer, but suddenly said:
"Release the beast."
"You lead him to the star realm, and I will send people to kill him."
Lance narrowed his eyes:
"Send someone, who?"
"Could it be Sen'er's little apprentice? That kid isn't even a legend!"
The blond man was still cleaning the glass by himself:
"Strength is not the most important thing when it comes to killing people."
"Isn't Matthew not legendary yet?"
"If he can kill Matthew, he will be a new legend."
Lance shrugged:
"I don't care anyway, even though he came for me."
The blond man nodded with satisfaction:
"How about the Five-Colored Dragon God?"
A trace of ridicule appeared on Lance's face:
"Return the Five-Colored Dragon God... Even Brooke's closest mistress stole his artifact and ran away. Now everyone in the star world knows that the so-called Five-Colored Dragon God is a sick horse that is about to collapse. Even the ants passing by want to
Come and take a bite!"
"He came to me, mainly to ask about what happened in Windward Valley."
The blond man asked:
"How did you answer?"
Lance yawned:
"I told him to eat shit."
…
Green jade green courtyard, wind-facing valley.
Terrani was leading her personal guards around to maintain order. The current situation made her very anxious. The mages brought by Matthew did not use any gentle methods when searching for the whereabouts of the warlock.
Most of them are tough.
The ensuing conflict is the accusations from compatriots and the laziness of the Wind Chasers.
Terrani's prestige is not low.
But she couldn't say anything in this situation.
She could only do her best.
Try to maintain order here.
Fortunately, after the initial conflict broke out, under the deterrence of the golem troops, the two sides officially entered a period of relaxation.
The mages are asking for information about Lance one by one.
The situation calmed down temporarily.
But even so.
Tyrani also felt like a light on her back from time to time.
She knew how her compatriots scolded her.
As a deviant elf.
She actually doesn't care much about reputation.
It's just that the feeling of being misunderstood is really uncomfortable.
She could only keep telling herself that she would only have a long time to come, and time would explain everything.
Just at this time.
A Wind Chaser suddenly ran over.
"Sir, there has been a theft at the art gallery!"
The young Wind Chaser reported loudly.
Tyrani frowned.
How can you care about theft at this time?
She rolled her eyes and her face darkened:
"Did someone from the Willow Leaf Organization ask you to report?"
She originally thought it was the remnants of the Presbyterian Church who wanted to play a trick of attacking in the east and in the west.
However, it is not.
Wind Chaser replied:
"No, it was Miss Beanna who asked me to come over and inform you."
"She happened to be helping in the gallery when the incident happened. The stolen painting is said to be very valuable, so she asked me to inform you as soon as possible."
"Miss Beanna also said that she seemed to have seen the person who stole the painting, like a wanted criminal in Jade Cangting."
Tyrani's eyes were even more confused:
"Which painting was stolen?"
Wind Chaser immediately replied:
"That's a relic from the era of the Troll Empire."
"The name seems to be 'Patricide'."
…
I was originally going to ask for leave today, but everyone voted so many monthly votes, so I wrote some immediately after I got home in the evening. Please forgive me for the short number of words. Considering everyone’s reading experience, I will try to finish writing this large plot before taking a rest.
Alright! Thank you all for your blessings and support.
