In the far south of Digoris, a great darkness is spreading unbridledly, where the Black Undead originated, the greatest calamity of the world today. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info It has existed since it appeared two years ago, showing its horror to the world.

Under the terrifying threat of this thing, humanity stopped the civil war, the dragons suffered heavy losses, and the world barely survived under oppression. Although the whole world is still peaceful in terms of manifestation, those who are discerning know that these manifestations of tranquility are only relying on the great support of the Lord, and it is not smooth sailing on the surface.

And today, the sage will lead the Heroic Spirits to this dark land, to solve the matter once and for all, and to return Digolith to its original trajectory. It will be a great journey, a battle that will go down in history, and countless people will come to sing the praises of this great battle of the gods - and this will become the most famous place in history.

"That's probably what the history books say."

Sang Zhefeng sat on the airship dedicated to Serigan, looked at the desolate scenery outside, and spoke.

"It's quite possible, after all, in history, people have always glorified or even deified people who were not perfect in the first place." Joan of Arc smiled and said, "I'm one of the more typical examples. Obviously, she didn't accomplish any great things during her lifetime, but she was called a saint...... This is a typical exaggeration. ”

"But it's also much better than the guy next to you."

Before Sang Zhefeng could speak, a mature woman in a dark purple tights on the other side answered. Her words directly interrupted Sang Zhefeng's words, and also made Joan of Arc look at the woman curiously.

"Huh?" Joan of Arc's face was visibly curious, she had no idea what the woman meant by what she had just said.

Sang Zhefeng looked at Skaha with a wry smile on his face, and said, "You are really ruthless......

Skaha shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. Joan of Arc over there rarely looked at Skaha curiously, and seemed to want to inquire about the ins and outs of the matter.

"Shouldn't it be ......" Joan of Arc looked at Sang Zhefeng with a little confusion, and said, "What did you do by using your power......

Sanzhefeng almost choked on his own saliva, he coughed twice there, and Joan of Arc smiled dryly and turned his body sideways, not saying anything.

"But then again," Sang Zhefeng turned his gaze to the situation inside the airship, and couldn't help but feel a little sweat on his forehead, "These [Heroic Spirits] are really chaotic......

Joan of Arc laughed dryly, but didn't speak.

Well, it's confusing. Look over there, there is a small and cute girl sitting on a tall and mighty bull-headed strong man, looking around condescendingly, and then looking at the other side, a guy with a golden body full of gold is there full of "miscellaneous" screams. Not far away, a large group of men in tights, creaking at the slightest movement, were discussing something about the philosophy of life - the whole scene here was almost like a mental hospital, chaotic.

“…… Although it is called a hero...... But there were always some quirks in life......" Joan of Arc laughed dryly.

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The airship flew in the sky, and as far as Sanzhe Feng could see, he could already see the thick black over there, as if it had not been splashed on the ground, covering the entire mountain range very conspicuously, where you could hardly see anything, and the most you could see was the thick darkness like ink.

And, of course, the strange undead who emerge from the darkness.

Sang Zhefeng squinted slightly at the sky over there, and in the middle of the sky, a small black dot was floating there, what seemed to be something like a bone dragon. And those guys also seem to have spotted Sanzhefeng's fleet, and those little black dots are also flying towards this side.

"Sure enough, the fallacy doesn't control here." Sang Zhefeng said lightly, Joan of Arc on his side blinked, and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?" ”

"If she were here, it wouldn't be such a harmonious group of ancient dragons - the ones who don't have hair on the ground can grow wings and pounce on us, believe it or not?"

Sang Zhefeng quipped to Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc thought about it for a while, and then showed a helpless smile on his face, "It seems to be right......"

Sang Zhefeng looked at those bone dragons and said, "Twilight Rain is still asleep." ”

Joan of Arc nodded and said, "The gods are still sleeping." ”

"Then use a quiet approach." Sang Zhefeng raised one of his hands, and his eyes emitted a golden and red light.

A small white ball of light appeared in his hand, and a faint cyan glow surrounded it. This little thing was very inconspicuous, but the moment Sang Zhefeng took it out, all the heroic spirits on the ship turned their gaze to it.

Joan of Arc, who was standing next to Sang Zhefeng, shivered and said, "Why do I always have a chill when I look at this thing." ”

"This thing is a good thing......

Sang Zhefeng narrowed his eyebrows slightly, then cracked his mouth and smiled. He slowly raised his arm and threw the ball out of his hand, and the next moment, the little thing seemed to fly quickly towards the group of bone dragons over there.

Almost everyone on the boat had their eyes on it, squinting at the ball that flew past until it disappeared from the public's sight.

Then, on the other side of the bone dragon, at that moment, a dazzling white light appeared there, and the next moment a huge ball of light appeared there levitating.

Immediately after, there was a silent devouring, where the bone dragons struggled and struggled, but to no avail, their fate was only to be devoured, and then to the darkest places, and there was nothing left.

There was not a single fluctuation of energy, there was not a single grandeur, there was not the slightest vibration - just so quietly - the bone dragon in that area was completely gone.

Sang Zhefeng leaned back to the pole, looked at the vanishing place, yawned, and muttered to himself, "Alright, it's time to clean up the garbage......