The pitch-black ring was getting bigger, bigger than the largest windmill in the Solan Empire, as if leading to another world.

The cold frost hit the face, the land was stained with a layer of white frost, the sound of swords and bones colliding came from the ring, and with a dragon roar, a shocking figure appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The dragon, a creature even more mysterious and unusual than the elves, soared into the battlefield in nine days.

It was the first time they had seen the dragon, but that didn't stop them from judging that it was a corpse.

When he was confused, the sound of the collision was closer, and the mighty army of the undead rushed towards the troll army with a terrifying gaze, taking over the exhausted and exhausted people.

Wells walked out of the line with a pale face, came to the side of the academy, and sat down on the corpse of a troll, watching the battlefield with bated breath, as if he was fighting something invisibly.

As the second batch of students, Wells is naturally the senior among the seniors, and although the other teachers and students are happy and confused, they don't have time to greet too much, and they have recovered their magic power to cope with the next changes.

The battle in the black fog of the sky became more and more intense, and from time to time lightning and strong winds or black flames fell on the battlefield, destroying everything without distinguishing between friend and foe.

The frost dragon flipped its wings around the battlefield, bringing up bursts of frost, and the breath in its mouth caused the 'Demon' trolls to freeze directly into ice cubes, and then be swept apart by the wind.

There are still countless trolls coming from behind, but there also seems to be an endless army of undead in the ring.

Although these former human alliances were fragile and vulnerable, the flick of a stone rod could turn them into a cloud of bones, splashing with frozen flesh and blood.

But in just the next second, the scattered white bones will recondense into warriors, driven by the soul fire.

The battle body of a hundred years ago, the war spirit of a hundred years later.

The two fused together, the rusty blade shrouded in a faint blue light, slicing through the troll's body like tofu, this is the power of death, the power of the end that annihilates everything.

There are many manifestations of 'life', but there is only one kind of 'death'.

One sword, two swords, countless sword lights fell, and the troll finally stopped struggling and fell to the ground with a bang.

The eerie army of the undead advanced slowly on the battlefield, but never took a step back.

After several days of fighting, the magicians did not regain their strength for a while, but the Boxers Association and the Church personnel of Winter Castle took this opportunity to catch their breath and launched a counterattack again.

Counting the undead legion, the three-sided attack compresses the momentum of the trolls little by little.

The fluctuations in the black fog grew stronger and stronger, and Wells suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at the fog in the sky.

As if an exploding powder keg, the black fog exploded silently, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye spread outward, and the momentum was so great that it lifted up the ground that was not far away, and the water in the lake instantly evaporated half, and the dark clouds in the sky were broken, revealing the bright moonlight.

Even among the coalition forces that were advancing towards the Academy of Magic, hundreds of miles away, Sost and Yafanka looked at the sky and were silent.

Countless trolls fell to the ground, and the boxers association and church personnel vomited blood and wilted, and those who were not strong even exploded into blood mist.

Only the undead legion was still driving out of the ring, and the broken bones could not be condensed, so the broken bones of several corpses were put back together and continued to wield the long sword.

Kaufman's black robe was charred and scarred everywhere, but he himself was still laughing wildly, and he didn't look weak.

On the other hand, Kraken, as a nezumi mage, he was not good at frontal combat, he had already vomited blood, and if it weren't for the Night Pope and Sammo behind him who were healing him, natural magic and physical magic recovering his injuries, I am afraid he would not even be able to stay in the sky.

And Samo and the Night Pope are no better, one relying on their powerful talents, and the other barely having the strength to fight with the blessings of magic and magic.

The only one who is in good shape is Butterfly, but at this time she is also a little embarrassed and covered in injuries.

"Do you feel it? This is the power of the true gods, those mortals naively think that they can win by army, but to me, this is just a game, are you ready to die?"

"You really understand...... What is death?"

A not loud and trembling voice came from Wells's mouth, and the magician beside him did not hear what he was saying, but the five people in the sky heard it clearly, as if the cold ghost was whispering in his ear.

Wells, with an inexplicable smile, looked Kaufman in the eye, as if to see him through.

"When you die, you'll understand for me. ”

Kaufman smiled, slowly opened his arms, and leaned on the True God Stone in his body, he integrated himself into the heavens and the earth.

Invisible majesty emanated from him, the earth shook, the sky tore, and a streak of water fell from the sky.

The Kraken finally couldn't hold on and flew out, and Samo hurriedly followed.

Wells's figure flashed and appeared in the sky, with a black light in his eyes, quietly waiting for Kaufman's movements.

Boom!

The bell rang, and a brilliant golden light lit up in the gaps in the clouds, and the trolls that were illuminated spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.

A golden finger peeked out of the clouds with endless light and divine might, and pointed at the laughing Kaufman.

"I remember you! Pope of Light! You have indeed become a god! Unfortunately, you can't stop me, I am the only true god!"

With a roar, the black mist turned into a giant spear and collided with Alena's fingers, shattering both of them.

In the kingdom of God, Alena frowned, Kaufman's power was indeed not far from God, so she was thinking about whether to move the sun over.

Of course, she didn't know that if it was like Cassia Ming's previous temper, I am afraid that it would be directly smashed by the sun just now.

Seeing that Kaufman's power was about to break through that threshold, the Second Night Pope couldn't hold on and retreated.

At this time, Hell, Lana was planting the seeds of Brandy's transformation by the River Styx, and suddenly, the whole hell began to shake violently.

She stood up solemnly and looked around, only to see that the entire hell had begun to float towards the top of the continent.

On the battlefield, Kaufman's eyes shrank, as if sensing that something was wrong.

Then he felt a sense of extreme end, a sense of vanity of destruction descend upon him, the golden light in the sky was gone, the battlefield on the ground was gone, and in its place was a barren land and a blue river.

Wells' eyes were dark, like a bottomless abyss, trying to suck his soul out.

"If it's useless, just rely on ......"

Halfway through his words, Kaufman was suddenly stunned, the suction force did not act on his soul, but the True God Stone in his body.

Kaufman mobilized all his strength to fight against the entire hell projection, stabilizing the restlessness of the True God Stone, but his attention was focused on Wells and ignored the butterfly on the side.

A bright bolt of lightning struck him, and Wells suddenly increased his strength, and the space around him seemed to overlap with hell.

"No!"

The lightning bolt left, and Butterfly's figure appeared, taking the True God Stone away, but she was also seriously injured and swayed in the air.

At this moment, far away from the shadow of hell, she looked up and saw the water falling from the sky, and without thinking about it, she plunged into it headlong, and then went upstream.

Wells in the air stretched out his hand and pressed it, and with an unwilling roar, he and Kaufman disappeared into the air with the hell projection.

Seeing this, the dark mages on the ground quickly withdrew with the army of trolls, and the army of the undead was also stunned, leaving only the huge ring still whirring and braving the frost.

......

"Your Majesty?" or the Dean?"

Wells bowed to Cassia without humility or arrogance.

"Whatever, we haven't seen each other in years. Cassia said with a smile.

Wells nodded, not speaking.

"Are you ready?"

Wells shook his head.

"To build up your faith?" Cassia asked rhetorically.

"Death does not require faith, it exists in the very heart of every living being. Wells shook his head again.

"I'm an adventurer, and I want to take a closer look at the world. ”

Cassia Chin: "The limit of death is rebirth, go ahead, remember to bring back the Soul Stealing Scroll, this place is about to start getting on the right track." ”

Wells nodded and left, Lana looking at the bound Kaufman, and Cassia patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't think about it, there are so many seeds. ”

Then, Cassia walked up to Kaufman and looked at him carefully.

"With the nourishment of the True God Stone, now is the right time. ”

"Let go of me......! You!"

"Wells said he wanted you to really understand what death meant, go ahead, there's your place here. ”

Cassia reached out and slapped Kaufman's pleas for mercy and roars out of hell.

Since then, there has been an additional barrier between hell and the mainland, the Ami Shell Fault, which is used to imprison and block the free movement of souls.