Chapter Forty-Eight: The Strength of Flame

This episode on the battlefield did not affect the entire battlefield, and the battle was still going on tragically.

On the battlefield, although the human forces were not afraid of death, they were defeated by the attack of the Necromantic Legion. Due to the lack of support for the Priest's Dispel and Purification, two spells with a strong restraint effect on the necromancer, mages often need to expend a lot of mana to defeat a necromancy.

If you look at it from the air, the gray and black necromantic forces are constantly eroding the positions of the bright white human forces, and the human beings are simply unable to organize an effective defense, so they can only fight on their own, rather than shrinking the front.

The battle on the ground is not optimistic, and at this time, the battle in the sky has also reached a fever pitch, due to the continuous attack and collision of the two, bursting flames splashed all over the sky, and the blood light brought out by the evil necromantic magic spell turned into mist and filled the surroundings, which made people feel frightened. Such a vision made Wu Wu whisper to himself worriedly, "Yan, you have to solve the battle quickly, it won't last long down there." ”

Just between worry-free thoughts, after an impact, the flame and the blood-colored skeleton separated, resisted a dark elemental bullet, and casually dissolved the corrosive power on it, and was already a little tired, but I didn't expect the other party's attack to also have dark attributes, although the attack power was not very good, but this corrosive power brought a lot of trouble to himself.

On the other hand, the blood-colored bones of the huge skeleton also had cracks under the attack of the flames, but the dead qi from the battlefield below continued to nourish it, and it instantly returned to intact, and even the faint strength increased.

"Hiss, as long as you are on a battlefield, you will never be able to defeat me, here, I will be like a god, I will never be injured or die!" Necromancer Ha Lu Ha Da laughed, as if mocking Yan's incompetence.

Yan didn't know the reality of the Dao, but in the face of a blood-skulling skeleton with no pain and very powerful combat power in front of him, how could he defeat this necromancer? Listening to the necromancer's still full of energy, it was obvious that the previous battle had not brought him the slightest consumption, Yan Zhilu Dao couldn't go on like this, the dead qi below was the best nourishment for the necromancer in battle, and if he wanted to defeat him, he could only fight quickly.

Looking down at the soldiers and mercenaries on the battlefield who were losing and retreating, even worry-free was on the verge of collapse, Yan Zhilu said that he couldn't wait.

A little reluctant to look at the carefree, Yan Xin dissolved the most hesitant in his heart, and said to himself: It seems that you have to use that, although you may leave her for a while after using it, but now there is no choice.

Immediately, Yan withdrew to dodge the skeleton's attack, and began to chant obscure words in his mouth, and suddenly a flame appeared in front of him, deep black, without a trace of temperature, with the continuous summoning of this flame, Yan's face quickly turned pale.

In the depths of the black clouds, a pair of dark eyes stared closely at the black flame that had just appeared, feeling that the faint flame exuded a world-destroying force, making him feel fear and threat, and the necromancer let out a hysterical roar, "Damn, little black fire, don't want to stop my progress." ”

The black-robed man had madness in his eyes, and his mouth also began to chant a difficult incantation, and all the undead on the ground battlefield suddenly fell to the ground one by one, and all the necromantic power converged to the huge skeleton in the sky, "Ten Thousand Spirits Gather!" ”

As the black-robed man fell, the skeleton changed dramatically, flesh and blood began to grow on the body that was originally only bones, and then the meridian skin, and the body was completed in a moment, and slowly the armor, giant sword, and shield appeared, and the necromancer turned into a black light, which merged with it, and a red light also appeared in the originally empty eyes, as if he had spiritual intelligence, feeling the danger in front of him, and roaring at the flames.

As all the undead fell to the ground, everyone collapsed on the ground, panting for breath, but when they looked up and saw the changes in the huge skeleton, they all gasped and became deeply worried, I don't know if the super divine beast called Yan can withstand this crisis, if even Yan can't resist, then this battle will become the killing of the undead.

Worry-free also worried about Yan, and silently thought in his heart, you must be careful, you must defeat that big guy.

As if hearing Carefree's prayer, Yan turned his head in the direction of Carefree, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled faintly. Then the earth-shattering momentum concurrently, and the black flames filled the air, replacing the original hellfire and turning into a body of flame armor.

Yan rushed towards the necromancer with astonishing speed and a brutal posture, and everywhere he passed, even the space stirred up a ripple. Looking at the rushing flames, a trace of fear flashed in the necromancer's eyes, but then it turned into madness, Zhilu Dao At this time, it was the moment of your death, and the blood light in the sky flashed from his body, holding a giant sword and shield with a shocking momentum, colliding with the flames.

A huge explosion followed, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the black clouds surged, as crazy as the end of the world. Everyone held their breath at this moment, their eyes did not dare to blink, victory or hell was about to be revealed in the next moment.

After a while, the sky began to calm down, and a figure fell, it was Yan! Everyone fell into the ice cellar, and they still couldn't stop it? But no one noticed the victory smile on the corner of Yan's mouth.

Slowly the black clouds dissipated, and the huge figure was gone, leaving only the emaciated figure of the necromancer, looking at the shocking blood hole in his chest, and his crazy voice was weak, "Impossible!" How so! I'm infinitely close to the power of God, how can I still be defeated! No! ”

Yan said coldly: "You are just close to God, even if you are God, you can't win me!" After saying this, Yan fell down like a kite that had been broken.

Wu Wu used his remaining magic power to use the Wind System Levitation Technique to catch the falling Yan, looking at the blood left at the corner of his mouth, he wiped it away for him in distress, with tears in his eyes, and said to Yan with a little choked up: "You saved me again." ”

"What a stupid thing, I didn't bully you enough!" Yan stretched out his hand and touched her head dotingly, comforting weakly.

Just when the two comforted each other, in the originally calm sky, black clouds condensed again, and the overwhelming evil force made people fearful.

"Hmph, useless things, you can't do this kind of trivial thing." A sudden roar appeared in the sky.

An astonishing light shone in Yan's eyes, who was originally exhausted, "The black hand behind the back has finally come out, and I felt the aura of your disgust in the previous battle." ”

Then, the space distorted, and a handsome man in a red robe appeared in the air, and his bright red lips were raised, "It's actually you, I didn't expect to see you here, your current appearance is really sad, back then you were even afraid of me." Hmph, if it weren't for the many restrictions in this world, I would have killed you today! ”

"Humph! A small projection doppelganger, and how can I endure it. Not to be outdone, Yan replied disdainfully.

The man in red also knew that today's matter could only end here, so he didn't say much, and with a wave of his big hand, a blood-red bead flew out of the necromancer's body and flew into the hand of the man in red.

"Yan, there will be a period later!" After saying this, the figure of the man in red gradually dissipated.