While Menes was chanting a spell to deal with it, Nitokris's magic was also at the most critical moment, her vision, her attention was completely focused on the distorted thing in her palm, which was different from traditional magic, but without the imprint of the gods, and the thing in her hand was turning from virtual to real, and finally formed the purest gray. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gray, gray, gray

It is not the color of "gray", but the "gray" of white and black mixed together, with both white repelling everything and black devouring everything.

The gray shadow twisted and struggled in Nitokris's hands, on her chest, as if the Great Demon King was being burned at the stake on a cross, absorbing the surrounding air, the surrounding light, mixed with Nitokris's will and magic, and in the twist, finally a round object was being generated.

"The Mirror of the Corpse. Dark Mirror. Turn into a door and lead terror here...... [Anpw?] Nebu? Ta? Djsr）】”

She chanted the spell needed for magic again, and under the reinforcement of the spell of the spirit, all the magic power in her body gathered in it, and after a few seconds, the distortion and struggle of the object in her palm suddenly stopped, and it completely broke away from the illusory state, revealing the true appearance of the object inside.

A mirror, smooth with a gray glow, in front of which are two statues carved with various Egyptian hieroglyphs, and behind the mirror is an eye, an eye with a golden glow.

It's obviously a mirror, but it doesn't reflect any scene, there is only a gray vortex on the mirror, a vortex that sucks light, magic, and air into it, it seems to be a vortex that can drag away the human soul just by looking at it, and it is true, it has not reached the level of legend, even if you just look at it with your eyes, you will suffer a lot of damage.

"Anpw? Nebu? Ta? Djsr)]", this time again, please, the current battlefield, there is no room for miscellaneous soldiers to play, let them use death, use the soul as a feeling, feel the gorgeous exit I gave them. ”

It's called a treasure book, but it's actually a mirror, an artifact that Nitokris got from somewhere and from someone's hands, this weird mirror is her strongest weapon and the strongest magic, and in her hands she can even do things like reflecting the entire underworld, doing things that even gods can't do.

When Nitokris summoned the Tome of the Underworld, Menes' spell was still not fully recited, but even though the magic was only halfway through, the power began to be unleashed.

"All evil and darkness fall from your heart. ”

With the solemn voice, the movements of the undead who were slaughtering were slowing down, only the pain that should not have appeared on the undead flashed on their crazy and bloodthirsty faces, Menes's attack, his spell, did not act on the body, the undead did not even feel pain, not even touch, there was no such organ as a pain nerve in the body, so what could make them suffer was not the trick that acted on their body, but the trick that directly acted on their soul through the body, and this also slowed down their action to slaughter the Apophis soldiers, and the casualties of Alexander's army rose sharply, and there is only one step away from the final collapse.

Seeing this, Nitokris looked panicked, although she didn't know the magic that Menes was going to use, but judging from his expressions and movements, what Menes was going to use must be a trick to restrain the undead and restrain herself.

"How could you get what you wanted...... Even if the opponent is the original pharaoh. ”

"But, I ...... I am also the Pharaoh!"

Since they are both pharaohs, then in terms of rank and status, the two are equal.

Nitokris suppressed her panic and decided to strike first, and before Menes had finished reciting all of her spells, she would finish all of Apophis' army.

Nitokris placed a pair of hands on his chest, and the book in his hands floated in the air, and then the entire light of Alexander, whether it was the fire that was burning on the ground, or the dazzling sunlight of the sun hanging high in the sky, was swallowed up by this mirror.

Darkness, darkness, darkness

Whether it was Apophis' army or Alexander's army, the only message received from the eyes and from the sight was darkness, which made the armies of both sides suddenly detach themselves from the battle, and neither of them had the heart to attack the enemy when the eyes could not see anything.

Like a king descending, like a god coming into the world, all the colors, the previous yellow, the white, and the most dazzling red, all had their heads held high, and they gave up the center of the stage to the endless black, the overlord of the colors, devouring all the black.

Then, the sound disappeared completely, the sound of weapons colliding with each other, the sound of blood flowing from the wounds, the screams before death, the sound of the undead's claws scratching on the heavy armor, the cries of collapse, as long as they belonged to the category of sound, all disappeared from this battlefield.

They couldn't see anything but darkness, they couldn't hear any sound, all the living creatures on the battlefield stopped moving in their hands, and stood quietly waiting for the vision to end, both sides of the battlefield were battle-hardened warriors, even in the face of such an unexpected situation, they would not panic, they knew that in such a situation, any superfluous movements would be useless, and more importantly, they had faith, they believed in the Pharaoh on their side, and believed in Menes/Nitokris.

Apophis' army believed, believed that Menes would be able to change the situation.

Alexander's army, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief mixed with a mixture of joy, for they knew that this was the work of Nitokris, and even that when they thought that when their eyes saw things again and their ears heard again, that would be when victory would come and all the enemies would be reduced to corpses.

The living stopped what they were doing, and they all stood quietly and waited

The undead, Nitokris's magic freed them from Menes' spell and turned back into claws, mouths full of blood, quickly and efficiently slaughtering the soldiers, who stood and waited, giving them death as a gift without their knowledge.

Stationary targets can easily pass through the gaps in their armor, and they can slowly aim at the target's vital points to damage the enemies behind them, so that they can kill with one blow without dragging their feet.

One by one, Apophis' army was falling, their mouths unable to make a sound, their ears unable to receive information, so by the time their skin channeled the information of their own damage to their minds through the sense of touch, it was too late.

When the undead on the ground were attacking frantically, and were killing and killing, the [Treasure Book of the Underworld] suspended in the sky had a new action, and after plundering all the lights and sounds in the field, it was not satisfied, and used the second trick, Nitokris tried to speed up the death of Apophis' army and interrupt Menes's spell.

From the [Treasure Book of the Underworld], which could not reflect any scene, but was just a swirling gray mirror, a pale translucent claw stretched out, followed by the body, a body that emitted a faint white light, and finally the whole body walked out of the mirror.

They are of all shapes, dressed in a variety of costumes, belonging to different races, trolls, giants, treants, Chimera, Cyclops, and even the very rare psionic monsters of the main plane, but there is only one thing they all have in common, and that is a translucent body that emits white light, sticky and transparent.

One, two, three

In a few breaths, the sky was full of these white figures, they were spinning and converging into a circle in the sky, like a huge moon, completely replacing the moon as the light source of this space, of course, the creatures below still couldn't see anything.