"Okay! I also feel that after becoming a god, I am becoming more and more like a legal god.", "That is to say, I can squander my magic power like this now, and I will not have enough magic power in the year of the voyage.
When it comes to splitting the flower in half, the kitchen knife comes first!
"Shar, I want to ask you for something."
Shar rolled his eyes at Raven angrily: "What? Didn't the high-authority access to the Shadow Demon Network be given to you?"
"No, I want some casting materials."
"You tell me." Shar was a little numb. Raven was a bastard, he took possession of her, and then naturally took possession of what originally belonged to her.
What's hers is his, and what's his is still his.
Thinking about this situation makes me feel heartbroken.
"Give me the corpse of a black hole monster. I'm afraid I won't be able to control the medium-sized black hole monster as a casting material. Give me a small one. I think, with darkness as your signature and the goal of destroying the world of Ultron, you will not be without it.
Bar."
It's such an injustice. Following an omniscient person is a miserable life. If this continues, will there be any private money left?
But you still have to give what you have to give.
Shar told Raven the coordinates of a hidden demiplane specially used to store rare objects.
"You can only take the black hole monster!" Shar bit Raven's arm hard.
"That's right! Raven, you can't take more! The male god who robs the goddess's private money is the worst!" Laila supported Shar on the side.
"Okay, okay!"
On the other hand, in the camp where the Scroll of Nese was escorted, the deputy leader Mammon was pacing nervously.
"Damn that old pervert, he's so perverted even after becoming a lich. If you really don't want to let go of women, why don't you become a lich!" Mammon yelled.
His confidant whispered: "That's Corpse Princess."
"I know! I know!" Mammon was extremely irritated.
He is irritated and helpless. This is a world where strength is the most important. In the case where the talent is not much different, as a living person, the lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, how can it be possible to compare with those great arcana who have become lich?
Is it the accumulation of hundreds or even thousands of years?
Barax's strength is only at the mid-range level among the great arcanists of the Arcane Empire. Among the first-tier ones are Cassus, and at the top there are a few perverts like Iolum. But for saint-level existences like Mammon,
Say, Baraks is God.
The dragon coils up like a snake for me, and the tiger lies down like a cat for me.
Mammon had no room to refute what Baraks said.
"How long has it been?" Mammon asked.
"It's only twenty minutes. If the negotiation goes well, I'm afraid Master Baraks will have a pleasant night outside." Although a living person like him couldn't imagine what a lich could do, it didn't stop him from giving Ba
Lux left a fig leaf behind.
"Huh? Wait! Didn't I tell you that when Mr. Baraks is away, the patrol team should report every ten minutes?" Mammon suddenly realized that something was wrong.
quiet!
It's so quiet!
They were camping behind a leeward hill, but starting half a minute ago, Mammon seemed to be unable to hear the wind.
Just kidding, this is the desert in March, how can there be no wind at night like in the hot summer?
Suddenly pulling out the staff, Mammon was about to say something, when a ruby placed on the simple table suddenly shattered.
The blood drained from Mammon's face. That was no ordinary gem. It was a soul gem that contained a small fragment of Baraks's soul. The fragmentation of the gem only meant one thing: Baraks's fall.
As long as the phylactery remains, the lich is virtually immortal.
The reason why I say "almost" is because there is still the tragic possibility that the soul cannot return to the phylactery.
For example, you encounter a powerful true god who is good at capturing souls, or your soul is completely broken and can no longer be condensed.
No matter which one it was, Mamon's heart felt as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
What kind of existence could silently assassinate such a powerful demigod lich?
Just thinking about it is enough to make Mammon and his confidants tremble.
"Enemy attack!" Mamon's shrill cry spread throughout the camp, almost at the same time. Mamon did not hesitate to crush the magic crystal used for communication in his hand. Theoretically, as long as he crushed this thing
, all the members of the entire Severnton Council and the great arcanists with eyes above their heads will receive the alert immediately.
There's a commotion in the camp!
Regardless of whether they were asleep or awake, nearly a hundred strong men entered the fighting state in the shortest time.
Theoretically, within a few seconds, Mammon would be able to feel a strong spatial fluctuation above his head. It was the fluctuation caused by the great arcanists of Netheril breaking through the space and forcing their way in. He had faced hundreds of great arcanists.
, even powerful gods will feel their scalp numb.
However, no!
No fluctuations at all!
Mammon was extremely convinced that the signal was sent from his hand. But except for his subordinates who rushed to the main camp, the surrounding space was calm and peaceful.
There is no moon in the sky, and the night is dark. This is a world of darkness.
After rushing out of the camp, at the end of the field of vision, it seemed to be no different from before. Beyond the light of the torch, there was still the world as dark as ink.
"Enemy attack? Where is the enemy?" the strong men asked one after another.
"Idiot! Master Barax has just been plotted and has already died. And the alarm I sent out was not received by the council!" Mammon raised the broken soul crystal in his hand high and looked like he was about to burst with anger:
"The other party... has sealed off the entire space. Obviously, it does not intend to let anyone go."
After Mammon finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became commotion. More than one strong man began to explore the surrounding environment, and sure enough, they found that after passing a hundred meters beyond the edge of the camp, the surroundings were surrounded by powerful illusions and a strong night breath.
Tight and tight, not leaking any breath.
Mammon raised the staff high, and the gem on the top of the staff bloomed with dazzling brilliance. More than five protective spells were applied to nearly a hundred powerful men almost instantly!
"The other side has no chance of survival! What else do we want? Let's fight to the death."
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Throughout the ages, killing no one alive or massacring the city is the easiest way to arouse the morale of the defender. Without a way out and no way to survive, it will naturally squeeze its potential to the limit. Unless the attacker is super strong, even if it can eat
On the defensive side, a few teeth will also be chipped.
As morale improved, Mamon's frown did not loosen.
"In the dark night realm of this strength... is the high priest of Shar coming? If so, then it is dangerous this time!"
Not far outside the camp, Raven and his gang stood majestically less than thirty meters away from the edge of the camp.
"Raven! Is it appropriate for us to be so arrogant?" Laila blinked.
Isn't it? It's almost right under people's eyes.
Raven rolled his eyes: "If the phantom of the dignified phantom goddess cannot deceive the enemy. If the dignified goddess of the night cannot conceal her aura in the home of the night, you two should cut off your names and train again."
Laila stuck out her tongue cutely. Shar gave Raven a hard look.
"The enemy is in chaos." Feili reminded.
"It's time!" Raven was full of fighting spirit and nodded lightly to Feili.
The unique aura of necromancy magic suddenly lit up on Feili, and along with the casting gesture, Feili's Qingyue voice sounded.
"Dedicate a tombstone to the King of the Dead in the underworld; add hundreds of innocent souls to the plain of wandering souls; please forgive me for interrupting my respect for life and offer a cup of mortal blood to the God of Death. May the light of negative energy never dry up! May you
Death pierces the heart of my enemy like an arrow from the bowstring! May the enemies that my Lord points at my fingertips be shattered! I only ask the Lord of the end of life to grant me the darkness of death!”
No longer the Lich God, Feili, who was at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm, had to make up for the lack of god-level super magic expertise with lengthy incantations.
Moreover, what Feili cast was not a true forbidden spell, it was just a gathering spell that Shar opened the Shadow Demon Network and drew a large amount of negative energy to this airspace.
What Feili did was just foreshadowing. The actual casting of the spell still depends on Raven.
Raven did not sing.
Because any spell involving the death system must use the names of the three gods of death at this moment. If you are not pious enough to call the names of the gods, it will cause the spell to backfire at any time.
But could Revan be pious to Melkor, whose last soul was annihilated by his own hands thousands of years later?
Stop joking.
Raven directly used high-speed gestures and coordinated the systematic deployment of power to cast this 11th-level spell.
His long fingers stretched out out of thin air towards the huge negative energy mass mobilized by Feili, and grabbed it in the palm of his hand. Raven's hand seemed to have an invisible power, which could control the surging negative energy like an arm.
Keep the ground together.
The negative energy flowing everywhere is like a small ball of ink contained in a transparent glass container, echoing inside one after another. The dim light becomes darker and darker, but becomes gentler. All the ink-black energy seems to be gathered into a very small
The black spots were easily controlled within a very small range by Raven's hands.
What kind of control is this? Even the gods of the legal system, Laila, Feili, and Shar, all looked at this scene in shock.
Raven gently threw the black dot away.
The lightless black spot blended into the dark night, but when it lightly hit a tent in the middle of the camp, a black hole was born!
The 11th-level forbidden spell [Singularity of Collapse]!
There was no explosion, it was a pure space passage.
This powerful spell creates a temporary conduit that connects the main material realm, the magic network and the negative energy realm, allowing pure negative energy to flow into the world. This energy will immediately kill all living creatures nearby.
According to the game's calculations, this spell kills creatures gradually, starting from the point closest to the singularity, until it causes a total of 10,000 points of damage.
The number that Raven's system prompted at this moment was thirty thousand damage.
This is a very scary number. You must know that most dragons do not have more than 1,000 points of vitality.
Thirty thousand, in principle, is enough to kill everyone in the camp! (To be continued.)