Control the Dragon of Time

2022-04-05

Chapter 188 Evil God stretched out his tentacles (please ask for a monthly ticket)

The main material world, Noah continent, Bones wasteland.

The breath of ash-gray lingers in the air, which is filled with thick layers of gray lead clouds.

It is noon in Noah’s continent, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat, projecting to the earth below, but there is still no trace of this dead and gray wasteland. The sun shines.

High in the sky, the wind blows, but it can’t do anything about the heavy lead clouds that block the sun.

This is no ordinary cloud cover.

They are the condensation of various negative emotions emanating from countless dead people at the moment before their death, and they are the death and darkness Spiritual Qi of terrifying.

If some ordinary birds with fast flight but unresponsiveness don’t pay attention, they plunge into these gray clouds, and in a blink of an eye, they will fall from them in the form of skeleton birds or rotten birds, becoming white bones wasteland. a part.

Legendary powerhouse, Pope of Light used up all the energy in order to dispel these heavy negative Spiritual Qi.

That day, the gray cloud in the sky was much thinner, but it quickly returned to its original state.

The Pope’s Light God spell isn’t enough to quell the hatred of the dead.

Under the grey cloud.

Countless undying creatures roam here.

Skull warrior, necromancer, undead Knight, wraith, Nether Soul, corpse witch

This is the paradise of the dead, the paradise of the dead.

Once this special place of bones wasteland is formed, it is like a gray and white scar on the ground, and it is still moving towards the surrounding slow and evil erosion and spreading, the undead carry the hatred for the living before death , disgust for living creatures, want to destroy all the good things, and make this place a dead world.

All around the bones wasteland, there are now many fortifications built by the human dukedom union and the Holy Church.

The only purpose of those continuous city walls is to prevent the sudden attack from the undead.

Fortunately, the Undying Monarch has not yet emerged as the ruler of the bones wasteland, and those fortifications have only encountered sporadic attacks since construction.

But even so, everyone will not take a chance on the dangers of skeleton wasteland.

The undead and the living are two life forms that cannot coexist peacefully.

The human beings who set foot on the wasteland of bones, too many have died in the gray and gloomy air, and then were transformed into a part of Undead by the death Spiritual Qi.

Merely in this forbidden area, there is still a silhouette of the brave fearless human Paladin.

Death Spiritual Qi is too rich and has always had a tendency to expand outwards.

If you don’t care about it, the bones wasteland will be out of control, swallowing life at a rapid speed.

The blood sacrifice array power that is enough to consecrate the gods has been fused with this barren land with the death of Harris.

In order to curb this process, Holy Church has controlled the concentration of Spiritual Qi of death within an acceptable range, and has been recruiting Paladin and priests to continuously kill those who are relatively high level in the undead realm. of the undead.

Co-operate with some human soldiers to clean up ordinary ignorant skeletons.

In this way, although the white bone wasteland could not be eradicated, it finally controlled its spread and even reduced it a little bit.

According to this process, if there is no accident in the middle, in time, after many years, this dead and dead wasteland may become the beautiful and fertile Bucky Great Plain, once again. Become the granary of the dukedom of mankind.

But no surprises.

The accident is about to happen.

A Squad Paladin rode a tall warhorse, with a priest in white robes, dashed in a ghastly pale bone rack, and rushed into the depths of the bone wasteland.

They had just returned from the Arctic ice.

After investigating there, because there was no trace of the Evil God sculpture at all, they left the barren and harsh extreme north.

Now the major countries have been greatly injured due to the collapse of the Alliance Army, their national strength has not recovered, and there are still traces of war on the devastated southern land.

Famine, plague, robbers, monsters, dragons and other events make people devastated.

The Holy Church does not intervene in war, but for the recovery of this post-war trauma, their choice without the slightest hesitation helps the human nation, but there is always not enough manpower.

Looking for the Evil God sculpture, restraining the bones wasteland, and stabilizing the post-war situation. HolyChurch has been very busy during this time.

The temple was empty, and Knight and the priest threw themselves into the disaster area.

The team that just returned to the continent from the polar ice plains received a new task of clearing the undead without much rest.

As brave and enthusiastic Paladin, they did not complain at all, and they came to the bones wasteland without stopping to fight with the endless undead.

However, as the backbone of Paladin, every dispatch is not random.

According to information, recently, in the depths of the bones wasteland, some undead creatures that were wandering all around unconsciously tended to move towards the center somewhere.

What this situation represents, Holy Church, who has dealt with evil creatures for many years, knows very well.

There are high level undead born.

For Paladin stationed in the wasteland of the bones, the most important task is to purify the newly born high-level undead.

As long as there is no high-level undead presence and command control, the terrifying sea of undead will not form.

As a believer of Light God, whether it is Paladin’s holy vow spell or priest’s Light God technique, it has a strong killing effect on undying creatures.

This small but elite team is enough to nip the newly born high-level undead in the bud.

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In the muffled muffled growls and wild beast roars, countless of the undead surround.

An incomparable gigantic skeleton lion sits in the center of these undead, with the soul Nether Fire burning in its eye sockets, and the rest of the undead seem to respect it, standing beside it in orderly silence.

But a closer look reveals that the skeleton lion is just an illusion.

On its huge skull like a hut, with the whistling of the dark wind, a translucent ghost shadow can be vaguely seen.

A slender girl named Nether Soul.

The female Nether Soul swayed her transparent calves, and her back looked a little quiet under the gloomy sky.

If there are survivors of the golden alliance army here that day, they will be surprised to find that the face of this female Nether Soul is exactly the same as the nine-ring archmage who died tragically under the attack of Harris that day.

Thanks to the future Galleon turning back time, the soul that Harris devoured was spit out again.

Isaiah’s soul did not enter the Netherworld River, and with a strong unwillingness to stop in the bones wasteland, was changed under the pollution and erosion of the dead Spiritual Qi, and new life was born from it.

“Isaiah’s name when I was alive”

Nether Soul, the female Nether Soul, looked up at the sky, seeing the endless gray clouds in her field of vision, and hearing the uncontrollable low roar of the undead.

She appeared in Wasteland a few months ago.

confused and ignorant, hating all living creatures.

Then over time, fragmented memories begin to flash back in the soul, quickly becoming whole.

The pictures, from birth to growth, to the complete memory of final death, are all displayed in the eyes of the female Nether Soul.

The memory image was finally fixed on a Lich who looked like a skeleton.

Through these precious memories from the nine-ring Illusion Technique archmage, the female Nether Soul has Light of Wisdom and inherits some of the powerful Illusion Technique abilities of the original body.

But, she’s not Isaiah.

Accurately speaking, she is a new life born from Isiah’s unwillingness and resentment.

She hated the golden alliance, hated Harris, hated the kingdom of Timor……. hated all living things.

The female Nether Soul doesn’t feel like Isaiah either, those memories are more like a movie from an outsider’s eye.

She gave herself a brand new name.

Elena.

The Queen of Nether Soul of Bone Wasteland, Elena.

In the essence of undying creatures, there is hatred for the living and desire to destroy the beautiful world.

Elena is no exception.

She is now integrating the bones wasteland, and at the same time coveting the bright and magnificent living world in the distance, her mind is churning with cruel thoughts.

The rest of the high-level undead in the bones wasteland are no match for Elena at all.

She is just a look, a gesture, the soul of the other party just born soon sinks into the Illusion Technique of the Queen of Nether Soul, from the inside out, from the heart to Elena. , regard her as the king.

“Come on, Undead will finally break free from this place, and the waves of the undead will permeate all directions.”

Elena whispered.

Suddenly, her eyes paused and she looked towards the front.

In the rays of light of white, there is a force that disgusts her is approaching.

The surrounding undead looked over at the same time, roars of disgust and hatred one after another.

Under Elena’s will, the jagged giant lion slowly stood up.

The predecessor of the skeleton giant lion is the Heaven Realm lion summoned by the high-ranking sorcerer of the eight-ring spell. After the death, these huge wild beasts from the beast land became the undead creature skeleton giant lion. The most majestic skeleton lion king is Elena’s mount.

Boom boom boom. The skeleton lion takes his steps.

It is thirty-five meters long, and can span several hundred meters in every vertical leap. It is surrounded by Spiritual Qi of death and is extremely fast.

In a blink of an eye, Elena drove the skeleton lion king to the place where the white radiance occurred.

The burly Paladins shrank their defenses against the undead attacks from all directions. The priest in the middle continued to apply the healing dive technique to heal the wounds of the riddled with scars Paladins.

They didn’t expect that there are not only many undead gathered here, but all of them are powerful.

Even the most common skeleton warrior is a strong skeleton, as hard as steel, attack momentum is big, power is deep, fast and vigorous, completely not comparable to the previous bone racks that shattered when touched .

The skeleton warriors here were powerful extraordinary warriors, not ordinary soldiers.

The Holy See team is in trouble.

“It’s not a good material. Throwing it into the shadow pool will give me more high-level undead.”

Elena grinned.

Through Paladin’s corpse, a high-level Death Knight can be transformed, and the priest can become a dark corpse witch, adding a force to her power.

This is what makes the undead so scary.

They can turn the dead into their own.

Dead skeletons still have a high chance to stand up again under the nourishment of negative Spiritual Qi.

If there is a protracted and continuous undead war, and the undead army cannot be eradicated in a short period of time, then they will become stronger and stronger. engulf.

Fighting and retreating, resisting the undead attack, the Holy See team that was retreating here saw a huge skeleton lion.

The female Nether Soul, who was sitting on the head of the skeleton lion, shaking her calf, also caught their eyes.

At this moment, the resolute Knight’s face could not help but wrinkle deeply.

“Retreat now, and get the word out here anyway.”

Has Paladin said solemnly.

“That’s not good, I’ve already taken a fancy to you, how can I let you leave?”

“Be my pet.”

Elena buried deep hatred in her heart, but there was a bright and happy smile on her face.

The translucent Nether Soul stretched out its long fingers and aimed at its prey.

“Stop resisting and sink into a beautiful world.”

A silent ripple emanated from Elena’s fingers, hitting the next second People surrounded by the dead.

All those who were hit were stunned.

The eyes that are as determined as iron, after a little struggle, become blank and hollow, the body motionless, like losing control, stiff in place.

puff puff puff .

The burly skeleton with a sharp blade stabbed the weapon into the flesh and blood, bringing a puffer of blood.

The warm blood fell on the ground, blooming bright blood flowers, which was incompatible with the dead gray and white of the bones wasteland.

“Drag these guys into the shadow pool.”

Elena casually instructed.

A undead Knight with a certain spiritual wisdom around him bowed his head and said, “As you bid.”

The Paladins are not dead yet, they regained consciousness under the severe pain, one side lowered his head. He prayed aloud, barely holding on to the surging attack.

Paladin in this state is not the opponent of the undead Knight.

However, when several undead Knights stepped forward, the mutation suddenly occurred.

One after another black mist erupted from the wounds of Paladin and the priest, condensed into black tentacles in an instant, and squeezed out from the wound like a living thing.

The black tentacles are covered with densely packed eyeballs, which is chilling.

This scene made the undead pause for a while, and Elena looked puzzled.

Again, this sudden scene left the followers of Light God completely unprepared.

“What is this?”

They have a terrified look.

The black tentacles that grow from their own body are full of evil and ominous aura, and they are extremely chaotic.

“Interesting.”

Elena came back to his senses, looked at the Paladins with great interest, and waved at the same time, pausing the undead’s offensive.

“Bright Paladin, with a dark evil hidden within him?”

“It seems that the Holy Church has also fallen, which is really interesting.”

The Paladins gritted their teeth and recited the dogma of Light God aloud, their bodies flashing white. light.

Immediately, the black fog surged, quickly swallowing up those rays of light, and growing stronger.

On the square face, a pair of eyes began to turn black.

The whites of his eyes were quickly covered with black, and scarlet blood threads climbed up among them, looking terrifying.

Soon, the Paladins with a bright aura all disappeared.

The feeling that disgusted Elena and made the undead around him go crazy.

The black fog was like a living creature, rolling in place endlessly. All the silhouettes of Paladin were in the pervasive black fog, obscuring their vision and making it difficult to see clearly. Some struggling and desperate gasps echoed in the black. It sounded in the fog, accompanied by a sour skeleton shattering, and the sound of flesh and blood wriggling.

Elena’s playful eyes turned serious and serious.

Even though she was in this black mist that swelled and shrunk, churning like boiling water, she also felt an unusual and extraordinary power, which fascinated people, made people yearn, and made people addicted to it.

“What is this?”

Elena whispered to herself, staring at the black mist without blinking.

After a while, the black mist seemed to be affected by the blowing of a gust of overcast wind, no longer rolling like that, and began to shrink gradually.

When the last trace of black mist disappeared under the gloomy sky, what was inside revealed its true colors.

That is a black sculpture.

It looks like the sun, but its tentacles are its burning flames. The surface of the sun is covered with eyeballs. No matter which direction you look at, the countless eyes seem to be looking at it.

Flesh, skeleton, and the armor worn by the Knights make up this terrifying sculpture.

Elena stared at the Dark Sun Sculpture, her eyes becoming more and more addicted.

In her eyes, the entire world disappeared at this time, and only the Dark Sun Sculpture in her eyes remained.

The image of this sculpture became infinitely tall in her eyes, exuding the power of Supreme. It looked ferocious and terrifying, but it also had a strange, bizarre evil beauty that made Ai. Linna couldn’t be disgusted.

All eyes were watching her, and Elena’s appearance was reflected in every eyeball, and she saw countless herself.

At the same time, a low murmur rang in Elena’s ears.

“He was born in the dark mist, he is the creator of the dark mist.”

“He brought darkness, he brought light.”

“He wrote life, he wrote death.”

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“He is the creator of all things, and he is the most high sun.”

The murmur wasn’t any language Elena knew, but the moment she heard it, she understood its meaning.

“The Most High Sun”

Elena whispered, repeating the murmur she heard over and over.

Under the gaze of many undead, Elena floated down from the head of the skeleton lion, stepped on the bright and transparent jade foot, and came to the Dark Sun Sculpture step by step.

The Queen of Nether Soul extends the hand, stroking the Dark Sun Sculpture so softly.

Fingers circled and slid over the eyeballs one after another, with a gentle movement like a lover’s caress.

At the same time, under the increasingly gloomy sky, strands of black mist emerged, as if they had found their final destination, scrambling to get into Elena’s body, filled with translucent The body of the Nether Soul, interwoven into flesh and skeleton.

It didn’t take long for a woman to appear in the undead realm with no strands and a complete body of flesh and blood. Her body was spotless, clean and flawless, out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Looking at its appearance, it is no different from the nine-ring Illusion Technique archmage before his death.

Amber eyes, better face, tall body, mysterious temperament…

The only difference is Elena’s eyes.

There is a twisted growth of hatred and resentment deep in Elena’s eyes, completely different from the well-respected Isiah.

“The Primordial Supreme Sun, Your Blessed One, will spread the radiance of the true sun over the continent of Noah, dispelling darkness and bringing light.”

The black mist interweaves , turned into a black robe of gauze texture, covering the curvaceous body.

Elena looked up at the sky again.

Her hateful gaze seemed to pass through the heavy cloud and saw the golden scorching sun burning silently on the sky.

Second-turn self-discipline 1…Give a monthly pass.

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(End of this chapter)