"Knock!" "Knock!" ...... The earth vibrates rhythmically with the approach of a certain being, a behemoth that shakes with every step.

"That's, stitch up corpses?" Muria frowned as she looked at the huge humanoid figure that stepped on the ground in the distance, "Such a huge size can be compared to an adult Titan, this is a monster that has used how many corpses have been piled up." ”

"Aang!" When the third Legend of the Necromantic Council came to his aid, an ancient dragon stopped its attack on Bryant with a look of helplessness, and went to intercept the legendary undead with a plague aura made of countless corpses.

......

"Get out of the way!" Somewhere in the sky, an indifferent voice rang out.

"Wait until he's dead!" replied a lazy voice, as if he had just woken up.

"He's already been killed once by your descendants. ”

"Die, I see him bouncing down there. ”

"He has already been resurrected once, his possibility has been reduced by half, and if he is killed and resurrected again, he will completely lose the possibility. ”

"Oh, that's for the best!" the lazy voice remained unchanged from the one that had become a little angry.

"Bryant can't die today!"

"Those descendants of mine don't seem to want to kill that guy, they just want to seal him away! ”

"After the seal, it is entrusted to you for safekeeping, what is the difference between that and death?"

"If you do something wrong, you will pay the price!"

"He's already paid the price!"

"It's not enough!"

"He's only half as likely to be as epic as before!

"It's not enough! kill so many of my descendants, don't dream of achieving an epic. The lazy voice became serious, with a mocking tone.

"He's the lich I value!"

"So what?"

"Star Dragon King, are you sure you want to stand in my way?" Somewhere in the originally empty sky, endless black fog surged out, and in the fog, blood rain fluttered, and all kinds of strange heads formed by the resentment and curse formed by the tragic death of hundreds of millions of living beings shuttled through the black fog.

Among them, a huge majestic figure hundreds of meters tall loomed, filled with terrifying coercion, just standing still, there were spiderweb-like spatial cracks around him, and they could not heal for a long time.

"Hmph, if you want to fight, just say it, I'm afraid you won't make it!" In the black mist, opposite the tall figure, a dragon-shaped phantom that shone with starlight and stretched for an unknown number of kilometers appeared, obscuring the sunlight in the sky.

Plunge a part of the world below into darkness. The creatures were in a state of panic, and the sky suddenly turned from day to night, a sign of great foreboding.

"Hehe, the youngest dragon king of the dragon clan, I haven't fought with you yet, let me see if you, the dragon king, live up to your name today. In the black mist, the figure reached out with a big hand and grabbed it towards the dragon shadow in front of him, which was like a starry sky.

Such a huge dragon shadow, of course, is just an appearance, this is a manifestation of the power of the dragon king, if the true body of the star dragon king is so huge, then he doesn't say a word, turns around and leaves.

"I'm not the youngest dragon lord of the dragon clan right now. Even if the Star Dragon King was about to fight, he still had a lazy posture and tone, "Ghost Lord Barcelona, your news is too backward, don't you know that our dragon clan has recently added another dragon king?"

"Oh, after 10,000 years, a new dragon king has been born in your dragon clan! That's really gratifying, I have the opportunity to meet the dragon king of your dragon clan. There was an indifference in Barçaromu's scarlet gaze, and even if he was speaking, his hand was still unswervingly grasping towards the Star Dragon King.

"There will be a chance. "In the winding dragon-shaped phantom, a dragon claw phantom that was as large as a mountain range poked out, and countless starlight condensed towards one of the dragon claw fingertips, causing the fingertips to condense into substance, and then pointed towards the big hand that the ghost master poked out.

The fingertips of the dragon's claws collided with the palm surrounded by black mist, and the place where the two came into contact was the starting point, and in a silent moment, a large area of space collapsed and shattered, like a piece of paper - no sound came out, everything happened in silence.

"That's good!" After the two epic beings collided, the shattered space quickly healed, and Barcelo Mu praised loudly, commenting on the blow that the Star Dragon King had just struck in a high-ranking senior attitude, "You have a strong control over power. ”

"Barcelomu, you can't do it, it's been almost 50,000 years since you achieved an epic, so you have such a little ability?" Hearing Basaromu's "evaluation", the Star Dragon King said unceremoniously sarcastically,

"Actually tied with me, I thought you could beat me with one slap, for such a long time, what are you doing every day, studying bones?"

"......" Hearing the sarcasm of the Star Dragon King, Barsaromu was speechless, but in the black mist that swirled around his body, the blood rain fell more intensively, and the terrible screams of the various creatures formed by the curses of the world became even louder.

The black mist surged, as if some terrifying monster was passing through it, and the core of the dragon-shaped phantom came out, a dragon with a lazy aura, half-squinting like a starry sky, lazily watching all this.

The strength of the epic is not to live longer than anyone else, so even if there is an age gap of more than 30,000 years, the Star Dragon King is not worthy of one of the foundations of the Necromantic Council in front of him.

"That's enough!" Just as Barçaromu was about to strike again, a loud voice full of dead silence came from behind him, shaking the space with a sense of supreme majesty.

"Speaker!" In the dark mist, the ghost lord Barsaromu bowed his head slightly, "I want to keep a member of the council who has the hope of achieving an epic!"

"Who?"

"Bryant. ”

"There is no need for this, he has been resurrected once, the soul core is incomplete, and it has been abolished, even if he has the opportunity to obtain the source power in the future, there is no foundation for fusion, and he has no qualifications to cultivate. Abandon it directly, for the sake of this waste, you don't have to fight the dragon king. ”

"Ha!" After feeling the two familiar breaths behind him, as well as the gaze cast from the sky, the heart of the Star Dragon King gradually relaxed.

"Barsaromu, if you really appreciate that little lich, you can use the source power you have at your disposal to repair the damage on his soul foundation! The Star Dragon King said in an almost mocking tone.

"Hmph!" Barcelo Mu snorted coldly, using his source power to help a lich he liked, he would not make such a choice even if he was brainless.

"Something that doesn't fight for it!" he hated to look at Bryant, who was beaten by sixteen ancient dragons below, and cursed, he actually chose to blow himself up when he was angry that the rising star of the Necromantic Council was besieged by dragons back then. If he is sealed, the Necromantic Council will not give up on him and will find a way to rescue him.

But now that the Speaker had given up on him, there was no need for him to hold on, and Barcelóm's body, with the wails and curses of the destruction of the world, disappeared from the sky, and the space that had shattered by his appearance healed quickly.