At the moment when the gates of hell disappeared, the undead creatures throughout the whole process lost their motivation and direction for a moment.

With a pop, the white skull fell to the ground. A wisp of black qi rushed out of their bodies, and there was no more motivation to support them.

"After all, it's just shoddy stuff, or else it's just going to be ownerless. Nicholas said as he watched the situation in a crystal ball.

The Black Tower glanced at him faintly, and he immediately put his head away again.

"You deal with the undead aura here. ”

"No problem, no problem. Nicholas hurriedly responded. These undead qi were too strong, and if they were allowed to accumulate in the sky of the Imperial Capital Crocodile at will, it would threaten the lives of a large number of mortals.

This is not only an order given now, Nicholas looks at the dark clouds that have accumulated in the sky, this is his task for a long time to come.

At the entrance of the Academy of Magic, only the elf and Frank remained. Although the Undead Monarch has been beaten back to hell and has not had a deep impact on the present world, she still exists, and she does not look like she is about to fall.

If there's anything Frank has learned over the years of ambushing the King of the Undead in the Holy Continent, it's undoubtedly caution.

The King of the Dead has used the power of countless races, the Orc Hundred Races, the Woodland Kingdom, and the Dark Realm, but he has never been able to take his life. Although he is a dragon king, there are some things that have been rooted in his bones.

The elven royal family didn't immediately make a move on him, but gently hooked his hand in a certain direction.

A half-black-and-white, half-egg-sized, half-rotten eyeball landed in her hand.

"Is that such a thing?" Frank thought to himself, although he didn't know much about the relics of the creator god, but what the dead never had done to the woodland kingdom was too shocking.

He didn't know that the Undead Monarch had used such a thing to make the bones of the elves move. But if she still had her own consciousness, she would be disgusted with this kind of appearance, begging for peace.

Elves are like this, holier than angels and more respectful of death than demons.

A large amount of golden light converged on her hand, eventually forming a golden pillar of light. The deceased was forever restless under this power, and the black runes in his pupils flickered abnormally.

Click, from the first crack that appeared inside, the dead were never restless and began to be full of cracks.

The golden light was restrained, and all entered this relic of the creator god. The eyeball turned into a small sun, but the heat of the sun burst from the inside out, and the heat on its body came from the outside, with the sole purpose of destroying it.

There was a bang, and the movement was much smaller than Frank had imagined. Because the relics of the creator god have their own usefulness, and even if they are not used, they will not be easily destroyed. It was the first thing Frank saw that had been ruthlessly destroyed.

With the dead being ruined forever, there was finally a hint of relief in her eyes. A large amount of undead aura emanated from her, which the king of the undead had infused her, and once it was gone, she would lose her motivation like the skeletons on the streets.

It was at this time that a purple flower bloomed from the skeletons on the streets, the bones of the dead, the flesh and bones. Drawing on the power of the living and the dead.

As soon as it bloomed, they rushed towards the elf. The entrance to the Academy of Magic was soon surrounded by countless lilac crystal-like petals.

The seemingly beautiful scene has a depressing and dark feeling.

From the dissipation of the breath of the undead to the surging of the flowers of the hundred souls, it is only a few tens of breaths. And she was also rejuvenated at this moment.

The elves are still elves, but they are no longer puppets manipulated by anyone. The eyes are also a little more agile. The skirt made of petals flutters in the wind. Bending his knee slightly to Frank: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for not killing." I, Laisian, will write down this kindness. By my promise, Your Excellency is a friend of the elves. ”

Frank's huge body glowed white, and finally turned into a human form, looking at the elf in front of him. Listening to her words, the other party died just now, and the cautious style he had been doing finally made him silent.

However, this is also a correct choice, because once he makes a move, even if the other party cannot be resurrected, his body and magic will explode in an instant, and of course he will not die, but he will also suffer some injuries.

And the Violet that this elf said means violet, and the one with the surname of flowers and plants must be the forest elves among the three elves of the woodland kingdom.

However, he hadn't been to the Woodland Kingdom for too long, so he wasn't very clear about what was going on there. I don't know if any of the corpses of the Holy Orders have been stolen in the kingdom.

Now that the King of the Dead is gone, Frank shakes his wings and flies away with the idea that more is better than less.

Violet's dark green eyes flashed with a burst of light, and the people who watched this scene in the academy subconsciously felt bad, but fortunately, the crystal ball exploded into a pile of slag in time, but they escaped.

Violet looked at the world and spun around. As if he hadn't seen it in years, he finally walked towards Gandalf's location, whispering the language of the elves, which if you could understand it, meant druid.

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The sin bone who fought with Crowley also sensed the huge dragon breath, and it was no exaggeration to say that if there was no such thing as the magic array that the royal family had operated in the imperial capital for many years, that dragon breath could directly erase the city from the map.

But now it is not the imperial capital that has been erased, and an illusory hell gate has appeared behind Crowley. Once the caster is gone, unable to provide mana to the infernal creature, it will be sent back.

Sin Bone breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally sent you away." ”

Crowley looked at the door behind him, and the red-haired red-pupils smiled evilly, "What did you say." ”

When he raised his hand, the sword came out of his body. A bloody light burst out from the sword, directly severing the dimension and erasing the magic.

He, like the Sin Bones, can pass through Hell on his own. As long as he wants, he can even be unaffected by the summons of hell, that is, he can completely ignore the feelings of his host.

The upper and lower jawbones of the sin bone struck twice, and the little thumb bone protruded into the ear, rushing straight to the red light socket in front of him.

"Are you going to fight me to the end?" Sin Bone was a little helpless, and the finger bone holding the sword tightened a little.

"Where, was it because I was called out after all? Owe someone a favor, and there is no need to fight anymore now. But it's hard to come out, and you always have to walk around and leave a souvenir. Crowley said, inserting his sword back into its scabbard.

"So, are you going to keep fighting?" Crowley asked with a smile, as if he wasn't the one who had destroyed the streets of the Imperial Capital with the sin bones.

Sin Bone swallowed the sword into his stomach and raised his hands: "Forget it, truce." ”

(End of chapter)

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