Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 844
The Wandering City floats alone in the air, and the bustle and prosperity that once belonged to it are silent under the cover of black clouds.Only the Mystic Eye is still spreading its brilliance, like a standing beacon.

On the underground pedestal of the Wandering City, Morroki stared at the map model drawn in the magic well. The dazzling white spread like a diseased sore on the planet. The Dragon Priest's expression softened.

Morroki's fellow dragon priests came out of the shadows one after another. This time they gathered together, they tacitly did not bring any followers.

"There is no one, I still prefer the way this city used to be." The Elf Queen observed the flame agave plant that was once raised by her in a glass cover, and flicked her fingers to revive the dying plant stand up.

"The transfer of the citizens has been completed a long time ago. They have been placed in other planes, waiting for our return in victory." Morokei retained the last of his humanitarianism, and nodded to the approaching White Dragon Priest, "Your troops How are you training?"

"Very good, very good, great! Our striker is very good, and the Life Overseer is like coming on vacation."

The black dragon priest also nodded in agreement, "The main force is well protected, so good that we feel insulted. It is indeed a good thing to avoid meaningless sacrifices, but we cannot always rely on the dead."

Andrei's strong push gave people a feeling that they could push everything flat. The scale of the undead army and flesh and blood creations seemed so huge that they were simply unshakable.

"No, it's not that easy." Moroki stared at the magic net model, the hoarfrost on the map was about to stain the coordinates he was familiar with. "They should stop."

An earthquake broke out in the entire cursed cemetery, and the ground tilted. Explosions and painful wailing of the undead came from outside. Saw the enemy's attack.

The dense barrage of light guns poured down, and the sound of thunder struck the defensive barrier, and a small half of the gathered death breath was evaporated.Lyle listened to the heartbeat, and the other liches also seemed to have similar physical stiffness like him.The outer walls of the gravestones of the cursed graveyard fell away, and the liches and their enemies saw each other.

"Sheriu" had a familiar smile on his face. Behind his thin body was a reorganized army.Tentacles squeezed out from the gaps in the armor, abscesses and sharp mouths with fangs grew from the gaps in the equipment, distorted flame giants, corrupted shield-raising warriors, and the number of individual eyeballs exceeded double digits, all observing the same kind from different perspectives.

"For... the Holy Light..." The empty cry was just repeating the previous oath, which was the only language left in the digested spirit.Just looking at it can produce a certain amount of mental stimulation, the lich does not have the cerebral cortex of the living to provide mental feedback, all the dead just breathe in the cold air, and give birth to something special in the soul.

Light and death, justice and evil.They stop clamoring, they gather magic, they chant spells, they roar.

"For... the Holy Light..."

"For Andrey!"

Braving the rain of guns of light, stepping on the scar of death, and controlling flesh and blood monsters, the liches gave up their calmness and let the awakened chaotic instinct control their roars.They were enjoying, recovering one of the lost emotions in the conflict, fighting frenziedly, colliding fiercely with the corrupted paladin with bloody flesh on the opposite side, pouring magic power and spells wherever they could see.The descendant creation rushed towards the flame giant, using four sturdy modified limbs to control the flame giant's wrist, and the remaining arms grabbed his head that was flowing with magma.However, as the flame giant leaned back slightly, the head hammer that fell suddenly was like a cannonball exploding on the body of the creation. This physical blow, obviously possessed by the flame enchantment, directly ignited the boiling point of the suture beast, allowing the contents to flow from Flowing from the softened body.

The basic level of the commanders of the Fire Bathers is still superior to others. The flame giants formed by their corruption are like walking war storms. Wherever they go, they will scatter their bones.Only when the presidents or members of large associations join forces, can the decline be stopped.The cutting-edge combat power didn't make a move, because they knew that the Sleeper hadn't played his trump card yet.

Mr. Dean held a sickle in his hand and led Lyle and others to step over the companions who were splicing their bodies. At that place, the sleeper happened to be looking at this side with a smile.

"They are the best human beings, the leaders of this era."

"They used to be." The ferocious sickle cut open the corrupted knights around Terry together with Mr. Dean, who pulled out their souls from their shattered bodies. The supposedly clean spirits were filled with dirt-like impurities. Knowing that they are terminally ill.This kind of blasphemous color has never been created by even the most insane lich. A lich will transform the soul traits for certain needs, but it will not corrupt for the sake of corruption.

The sleeper was not killed by Mr. Dean, tentacles grew out of the black mud and dragged him back quickly.

"Although your attack is ineffective against me, being beheaded is always an unpleasant thing." Opening his arms, swarms of tentacles surged out of the black mud. They did not attack, but spontaneously danced towards the dark space above.Triton's avatar dissolved like sludge, and in a dense sea of ​​tentacles, parts of the god were pulled from the heart of the planet.

A vertical eye, connected to the ends of all the tentacles, easily covers the gap between the clouds and the black mud. A wall, a mountain, and a world barrier are all inferior to their own stalwart.Regardless of the distance, the time sequence, the soldiers have witnessed their real enemy, and only then have they felt the enemy of this world and this planet.

The sleeper opened his eyes, and the ancient voice sounded in the hearts of all those who were watched.

【Your struggle is meaningless】

【Your doomsday is horrible】

【Howling as much as you can, your destiny is the confusing stars】

"God's 'immune' response has started, immediately gather troops and let all the fighters appear before His 'eyes'."

"Dragon! Yemotar!"

The storm tore apart everything, and the wings rolled up ashes and thunder, and the enraged Dragon Father rushed towards the god with killing intent.The power of Yemotar the Devourer is superfluous, and the Dragonfather does not provoke an immune response in the Sleeper.The previous fragment of God was too large. If Triton splits another fragment to compete with it, this new fragment may rebel on the spot like his predecessors.

【Angel, show my brilliance】

The thunder grabbed by the giant claws and the roaring flames in the mouth disappeared without a trace in an instant. The angel appeared from the black mud, and the three heads responded respectively. Although the corrupted angel looked schizophrenic and non-aggressive, he Easily put out the fire of the dragon.

[Leader of Light·Legion Angel·Dragon Calamity·First Divergent·Perfect Sacrifice·Heaven Incarnation...]

A large group of traits are superimposed on the body of the corrupted angel. Just feeling the residual power makes people feel nauseated. He is the greatest unnatural creation created by nature, desecrated sacred, and corrupted after being captured by the sleeper. These forces that should have been in conflict with each other have become dignified terror under the strange coordination.

Corrupted Angels are equal in divinity to the Creator.

One is to represent the will of the planet.

One is an error derived from the planet.

Without any psychological burden, the Andre Lich chose to rush forward, fearing that later, the corrupted angel with an unconscious mind and schizophrenia would find [Dragon Calamity] from his own special garbage dump, and then perform a public slaying of the Dragon King .
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