The battle broke out in this instant, and the moment he saw the dragon's blood, Muria made this knight who exuded the power of the gods a target to kill.

Because Muria had already identified the culprit who had slain his dragon, the Necromantic Knight who had appeared in front of him in a grand manner.

The knight couldn't help but kill his subordinates, and he also extracted the essence of the three dragons to nourish the spear in her hand, which was one of the reasons why Muria was furious.

Although it is a common practice to use the essence left behind by enemy corpses to cultivate weapons, it does not mean that such behavior is tolerable.

Bang!

The slash of the metal weapon echoed in the bone wasteland, and every time the slash collided, a hurricane-like shock wave swept across the entire wasteland, but fortunately, this wasteland was constructed by the power of one of the parties, so it did not collapse in the aftermath of the battle of this level, and it was extremely tenacious.

But this good times didn't last long, although he had the advantage of a mount, he was also covered with heavy armor, and he held in his hand a death artifact that even the gods were for, and he was also an experienced god of war.

But the knight who fought with Muria, in the middle of the battle, fell into the disadvantage with an irreparable trend, and gradually turned from fighting to being beaten.

But fortunately, the weapon in his hand was sharp, and the armor on his body was quite heavy, even if the Hell-Calming Halberd in Muria's hand broke through the hell spear in his hand and fell on his armor, it could only leave a deep slash and could not break the armor.

But the armor that could withstand the Hell's Halberd could only delay the knight for a moment, and by the thirtieth round of the battle, the Bone Wasteland could no longer hold on, collapsed, and the desolate self-scape of the ruins returned.

Miria, who felt more relaxed after the collapse of the Bone Wasteland, really kicked the Divine Knight off his mount with a single kick, but just as Muria was about to take advantage of the victory and prepare to launch a slay at the Necro Knight who had smashed deep underground, a roar rang out that shook the entire underground ruins.

Roar!

The horse, which had lost its master, erupted with a monstrous aura, and purple-black flames ignited everywhere from the beast, which was also wearing beast-shaped armor, and for a moment, the monster was fierce and fierce, and its momentum was even stronger than when the knight sat on its back.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Muria's halberd whipped away the undead beast that wanted to pounce on him and gnaw, and felt the power of the halberd transmitted to him, and couldn't help laughing,

"It's strange that your so-called master is actually your suppression shackle!"

Just as Muria used the priesthood at his disposal, the earth, to fortify the ground around the ruins to prevent it from collapsing, and to prepare for a more intense battle.

The undead beast that had been whipped away by his halberd merged with the knight, and then fused together at a speed that Muria had no time to stop, transforming into a half-human, half-beast monster, and the aura it emitted rose again.

"No wonder my subordinates have fallen!"

Seeing the necromantic knight in front of him opening new forms again and again, and his strength continued to increase, Muria couldn't help but sigh sincerely, "This is the same as the boss in the game, ordinary creatures, who can withstand it?"

However, sighing and sighing, even if it is a second explosion, the undead knight who has changed his form faces Muria, he still has to be beaten honestly, and its soaring strength is not enough to recover the disadvantage he lost in the face of Muria.

And after holding the Prison Halberd and beating the undead knight in a fancy way, Muria felt that it was not enough, and in a passionate roar, he turned into the form of a dragon king.

And when the golden dragon king appeared underground, it was as if a sun fell into the earth, and all the darkness disappeared completely under the light emitted by the dragon king.

The knight in black armor looked more and more dazzling and discordant in the light...... But this necromantic knight, who looked so brutal and evil in the face of the golden dragon king, looked so weak and helpless when facing the dragon king's gaze.

And when the knight's cavalry spear was taken away and the black armor on his body was pulled off one by one, this feeling of weakness and helplessness became even stronger.

But Muria, who found out that she had gained another set of artifacts, didn't care about it. Although such a harvest could not resurrect the three fallen dragons, it could also comfort his sad heart.

"Something is completely wrong!"

And when the joy of harvesting the artifact passed, Muriazhe, who remained in the form of the dragon king, fell into thought, he recalled the short but fierce battle just now, and realized that there was a lot of something wrong.

"Although the combat techniques meet the standards of the God of War, the response is still too rigid, and it is completely instinctive. The most important thing is that when he is in a desperate situation and has no possibility of victory, he does not have the slightest excitement to escape.

If it is an ordinary undead, such behavior is still within the scope of understanding, but as a god who holds the power of death, he still fights to the death and does not retreat? This does not make sense. ”

"So, you are not a god, but an undead made of the corpses of gods. ”

Muria looked down at the crystalline dry bones scattered under his feet, among the skulls, he could also see the soul fire containing divine brilliance shining, although for mortals, such divine brilliance was bright enough, but for true gods, such light was really weak.

"Poor God!"

Muria, who did not have the slightest empathy, and also did not have any sense of sadness about the dead fox, put away all the dry bones, and the battle just now had completely verified the quality of these dry bones, so Muria naturally would not waste them.

"Let me see, what's behind this portal? Is it really what I guessed?"

The anticipating dragon king whispered, then gathered the light on his body, and carefully passed through the portal formed by the necromantic world based on the power of faith and communication.

The Dragonlord then arrives in a bone-strewn wasteland, identical to the realm he had just built with the Necro Knight he had just fought, but with the difference that the Necro Knight had built illusory, and what he saw now was real.

And he saw not only the wasteland, but also the mountains made of bones in the distant horizon, which were very conspicuous, and just as Muria carefully observed this world dominated by the dead, a roar that made him feel inexplicable echoed in the world,

"I am an immortal and immortal Emperor of the Undead, what can you do?"