After the Main God Space Goes Bankrupt

"Surrender to the will of the Lich King."

Amid the roar of the Lich King, Frostmourne drew a dark blue trajectory and waved towards Death.

"Unfortunately, I don't intend to surrender to you. On the contrary, as the god of death, I will bury you."

And Death did not show any weakness, raised the death scythe that harvested life, and slashed at the magic sword that devoured souls.

Zheng.

Amidst the neighing of the two death horses 'Invincible' and 'Green Horse', the Rune Demon Sword and the Death Scythe collided again.

Chapter 433

咴咴咴儿~

On the streets of Tokyo after night fell, there was a sudden neighing sound, followed by the clatter of horseshoes breaking the silence of the empty street. At the end of the street, one green and one blue, two horses Horses exuding different flames galloped forward.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang——!

At the same time, there were constant crisp sounds of cold weapons hitting each other. On the backs of the two extraordinary horses, two knights were holding the weapons in their hands, and they were facing each other again and again. The other person beside him waved away.

The cement and concrete pavement collapsed under the horseshoes, and the impact caused by the collision of weapons shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings. The spilled frost power turned the places it passed into freezing, and the scattered death magic made everything touched Things decay.

There is no sky-shattering big move, and no rays flying all over the sky, only simple cold-armed horse fighting, driving the tireless death horse, the Lich King Arthas and Death walked through one after another while fighting like this. street.

Zheng.

The rune magic sword burst bright sparks on the death scythe, but in less than an instant, this spark that had just bloomed was extinguished in the frost overflowing from Frostmourne, and then it was far colder than Northrend's. The wind and the bone-chilling frost magic power just flowed along the blade and spread out when the weapons collided.

However, flames suddenly ignited on the death scythe, which immediately evaporated the severe cold that had spread over it. Then, while striking back, the flames wrapped around the sickle exploded in an instant, slashing fiercely on the blade of the rune magic sword. .

Back and forth, the two death knights staged a fantastic horse battle in the middle of the world in this modern city.And the magic sword and sickle had fought tens of thousands of times, but neither the Lich King nor Death showed any signs of fatigue after high-intensity and long-term swinging of weapons.

In other words, for them, the concept of fatigue is already a thing of the past, they represent death, and death has never been mentioned as fatigue.

With a bang, the Rune Demon Sword and the Death Scythe slashed at each other again, neither giving in to each other nor equal. No one can gain the slightest advantage in this kind of horse battle, and their respective strengths are extremely similar. , so that to the living, the power of death, which is like a poison, is just a breeze blowing towards them.

The only difference is that one uses dark power to create severe cold and disease to deprive lives, while the other ignites the fire of hell to bury the soul.

"Enough." The faint blue soul fire in the Lich King's eyes suddenly swelled, heralding the wrath of the Lord of Calamity.

After a stalemate for so long, the delay in taking down this strange 'undead' in front of him made the roar in the heart of the Lord of Scourge from Azeroth almost erupt like boiling lava.

Ever since holding Frostmourne, defeated the demon hunter who had lived for tens of thousands of years in front of the Frozen Throne, then boarded the Frozen Throne, and put on the Helm of Domination representing the authority of the Scourge, Arthas How many times has the Lich King, who has become one with Ner'zhul, been in a stalemate with the enemy like this?

Almost every time the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde gathered to fight him, one-on-one, there was no mortal hero who could compete with him.

Even Tirion Fordring, who was holding the Ashbringer, only managed to let him retreat once with the help of the geographical advantage of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.

In addition, the edge of natural disasters swept across most of Northrend. Vrykul, mammoths, and Nibru spiders all surrendered to him. Affected by natural disasters, their remains were resurrected as frost dragons to join the natural disasters, and the warriors and even queens among the blue dragons surrendered to Frostmourne.

"I'm going to freeze you completely until there are only icicles left here!"

The repeated stalemate has made the Lich King unforgivable, and at the same time deeply impatient, and the Rune Demon Sword also responded to its master's anger, and the inscriptions engraved on the sword one by one Lights up, and the entire blade is covered by a faint blue ice flame.

boom.

The extremely cold storm suddenly shot up into the sky, and the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds. The severe cold swept across the sky of the city, and countless snowflakes were blown down by the storm. In a blink of an eye, the buildings in the city were coated with a layer of silver frost.

"Anger just makes people irrational."

Death, whose upper body was naked, ignored the severe cold and the power of frost in the cold wind. He calmly raised his scythe, and the flames of hell burning on Death's scythe dispelled the severe cold around him. The swing of the sickle cut through the cold wind.

"No, this will only become my strength." The Lich King responded angrily, and the flames on Frostmourne became more intense in another confrontation. "And I've had enough, now, let's taste the revenge of the undead."

After the Lich King's blow, the 'Invincible' warhorse under him neighed in a telepathic way, and then opened the distance from Death. Then, the Lich King held up Frostmourne, swung it forward forcefully, and roared.

"Slaves, your master is calling!"

bang.

The faint blue light spread out, and the ground directly in front of it collapsed instantly. At this moment, the whole street was crushed and sank by the invisible force, and the surrounding buildings collapsed in this disaster.

Rua~

Then, a long roar came out from the ground, a pair of huge bone wings pierced through the collapsed ground, and a huge monster was breaking free from the shackles of the ground.

And before this giant beast broke through the ground, the ground collapsed in a large area, which had already affected Death.But the death knight didn't panic, but pulled the reins. After the war horse neighed and roared in a low voice, it rose higher and higher, stepping on the collapsed rocks of the surrounding high-rise buildings as a springboard, and threw Death out of the collapsed area. .

But just when Death broke away and pulled his horse back to look back, he happened to see a huge frost dragon coming out of the ground, raising a pair of bone wings and flying into the sky, and in the dust below, Countless faint blue flames lit up, it was an army composed of countless undead from natural disasters such as skeleton warriors, ghouls, crypt lords, crypt demons, abominations and so on.

"Scourge, attack."

In the reverberation of the Lich King's roar, this army of summoned natural disaster undead roared and charged towards Death, and the flying frost dragon also swooped down at the same time, rolling in its abdomen. Frost rushed to the mouth, and then let out a deadly breath.

Soon, Death's figure was submerged in the frost breath and the swarming army of undead.

However, at the next moment, the huge scythe swept across, split the breath of the giant dragon, and chopped up all the undead from natural disasters in its path.

A figure with bone wings hanging behind him, wearing a tattered robe, and holding a huge scythe appeared in front of the Lich King.

Chapter 434 Kingship Has No Eternity

Wearing a shabby long robe, with a pair of dry bone wings on his back, arms with only skeletons stretched out from the black gray robe, holding a giant scythe carved with countless wailing human faces.

This is a classic image that can no longer be classic. The figure wearing a shabby robe and waving a death scythe is synonymous with death. It is the harvester of souls and a symbol of death. It is Death, the god of death.

The dark purple flame ignited on the scythe, and the god of death raised the scythe for harvesting souls, and swung the deadly scythe to sweep away. The killing hurricane split everything around, no matter it was the bitter cold Breathing, or batches of undead from natural disasters.