The battle broke out at this moment. The moment he saw the dragon's blood, Muria regarded this knight who exuded the pressure of the gods as a must-kill target.
Because Muria has determined that the culprit who killed the dragon under his command was the undead knight who appeared in front of him majestically.
This knight couldn't help but kill his subordinates, and also extracted the essence from the three dragons to nourish the spear in her hand. This was one of the reasons that made Muria furious.
Although if you think about it from another perspective, it is a routine operation to use the essence left behind by the enemy's corpse to nourish weapons, but it does not mean that such behavior is tolerated.
Dang! Dang Dang!
The slashes of metal weapons echoed in the wasteland of bones, and every time the slashes collided, a hurricane-like shock wave swept across the entire wasteland. But fortunately, this wasteland was constructed by the power of one of them, so there was no impact.
Although he collapsed in the aftermath of a battle of this level, he persisted extremely tenaciously.
But such good times did not last long. Although he had the advantage of a mount, he was also covered in thick armor, and he held in his hand an artifact of death that attracted even the gods. He was also an experienced god of war.
But the knights who fought with Muria fell into an irreversible disadvantage during the battle, and gradually changed from fighting to being beaten.
But fortunately, the weapons in his hands were sharp and the armor on his body was quite heavy. Even if the prison-suppressing halberd in Muria's hand broke through the underworld spear in his hand and landed on his armor, it would only leave a deep cut.
Marks, unable to break armor.
But the armor that could withstand the attack of the prison halberd could only delay the knight for a moment. When the battle reached the thirtieth round, the Wasteland of Bones could no longer hold on and collapsed, and the ruins of the ruins
The desolate scene returns again.
Miria, who felt more and more relaxed after the collapse of the Skeleton Wasteland, really raised her leg and kicked the god knight off his mount. However, Miria took advantage of the victory and pursued the victory, preparing to attack the death that was smashed into the depths of the ground.
When the Spirit Knight launched his decisive attack, a roar sounded that shook the entire underground ruins.
roar!
The mount that had lost its master erupted with overwhelming evil aura, and purple-black hellfire ignited from everywhere on this ferocious beast, which also wore animal-shaped armor. For a moment, the monster's ferocious flames surged into the sky, and its momentum was actually stronger than that of the knight sitting on it.
It's even stronger when it's on its back.
“Interesting!”
Muria whipped away the undead beast that wanted to bite him with a halberd. Feeling the power of the halberd transmitted to him, he couldn't help laughing.
"Your so-called master is actually your restraining shackles, how strange it is!"
Just when Muriadu was using the priesthood [Earth] he controlled to strengthen the ground around the ruins to prevent collapse and prepare for a more intense battle.
The undead beast that was blown away by his halberd merged with the knight, and then merged together at a speed that Muria had no time to stop, transforming into a half-human, half-beast monster, and the aura it exuded rose again.
"No wonder my subordinates fell!"
Seeing the undead knight in front of him opening new forms again and again and increasing his power, Muria couldn't help but sigh sincerely, "This is just like the boss in the game. Who can withstand ordinary creatures?"
But, I sigh, even if the undead knight exploded for the second time and its form changed, when facing Muria, the one who deserved to be beaten still had to be beaten honestly. Its skyrocketing power was not enough to win back his face.
Disadvantage of losing to Muria.
After holding the prison-suppressing halberd and beating the undead knight in a fancy way, Muria felt that it was not enough, and with a passionate roar, he transformed into the dragon king form.
And when the golden Dragon King appeared underground, it was like a sun falling into the earth, and all the darkness disappeared under the light of the Dragon King.
The knight in black armor looked more and more dazzling and disharmonious in the light... But this undead knight who looked so cruel and evil in front of the golden Dragon King, when faced with the gaze cast by the Dragon King, he...
He looked so weak and helpless.
And when the knight's lance was taken away and the black armor on his body was pulled off piece by piece, this feeling of weakness and helplessness became even stronger.
But Muria, who happily discovered that he had harvested another set of artifacts, didn't care about it. Although such a harvest could not resurrect the three fallen dragons, it could at least comfort his sad heart.
"It's totally wrong!"
After the joy of harvesting the artifact passed, Mu Ruiyazhe, who was still in the form of the Dragon King, fell into thinking. He recalled the brief but fierce battle just now and discovered many things that were wrong.
"Although the fighting techniques are in line with the standards of the God of War, the response is still too rigid, and it is completely instinctive. The most important thing is that when we are in a desperate situation and there is no possibility of victory, there is no excitement at all to escape.
If it were an ordinary undead, such behavior would be within the scope of understanding, but as a god who holds the power of death, he still fights to the death? This doesn’t make sense.”
"So, you are not a god, but an undead made from the corpse of a god."
Muria looked down at the crystal bones scattered under her feet. Among the skulls, she could still see the soul fire containing the divine brilliance shining. Although such divine brilliance was bright enough for ordinary things, it was not suitable for ordinary things.
For true gods, this kind of light is really weak.
"Poor God!"
Muria, who had no empathy at all and no sense of sadness at the death of a rabbit or a fox, collected all the dead bones. The battle just now had completely verified the quality of these dead bones, so Muria would naturally not waste them.
"Let me see, what is connected behind this portal? Is it really as I guessed?"
The Dragon King whispered with expectation, then restrained his brilliance, and carefully passed through the portal formed by communicating with the world of the dead based on the power of faith.
Later, the Dragon King came to a wasteland strewn with bones, which was exactly the same as the realm built by the Necromancer Knight he had just fought, but the difference was that what the Necromancer Knight built was illusory, and what he saw now was real.
And what he saw was not just the wasteland. On the distant horizon, he also saw mountains made of piles of white bones, which were very conspicuous. And when Muria carefully observed this world dominated by the undead, a group of people let him know.
He felt an inexplicable roar echoing in the world,
"I am the immortal undead emperor, what can you do to me?"