Hel, the female who wielded the power of shadow, had just left.

The crystal in the center of the hall began to shine again, and the black-red light filled the hall with an oppressive atmosphere. Three energy vortices reappear inside the crystal. The three mages behind the whirlpool all returned after Hull left.

"What do you think of dry bones? She's your apprentice after all, do you think Hull is telling the truth? ”

Heatley's voice was still so old and sharp, but it no longer had that madness and hiss.

However, the tone of the dry bones is still so cold and mechanical, which is impressive.

"What we can find out is naturally the truth, and what we can't find out is naturally not to say it...... Continue! ”

"What a good pair of master and apprentice! Good one as always. Heatley sneered sharply, "If it were me, I would take out her soul and burn it in the fire for a hundred years, and then make a resentful banshee to serve her mentor!" ”

"Hitley, the apprentice is the inheritor of the master's knowledge, strength, and will, not our slave, you are too extreme."

"Extreme!"

Heatley's voice suddenly raised by a few tens of decibels, "A guy who can't even control his own apprentice is not qualified to talk about me, I see that you hurt your brain when you transformed into an undead form, and you don't realize that in fact, your apprentice has betrayed." ”

"Hey! Enough is enough, you two. ”

The crow helplessly stopped the argument between the two, "I really don't know why the two of you quarreled like this as soon as we met, but we naturally have something to say when we come back to this ghost place." Don't waste any time! ”

As soon as the crow's voice fell, there was silence in the underground hall, as if the tearing just now had not happened at all.

"It seems that if I don't speak, the old fellow, you two won't speak first." The crow said helplessly.

Dry Bones and Heatley seemed to acquiesce to his claims.

"Hull's problem is not a big deal, she thinks she hides it well, but she doesn't understand it!" The crow sighed abruptly at the other end of the whirlpool, "In the eyes of us old fellows, there is no possibility of hiding her kind of fanatic. ”

"A wretched creature who has given up on himself. I really don't know whose will it has been inherited. ”

Heatley didn't forget to taunt the dry bones until this point.

"We don't have to focus on her, and I don't think you're concerned about her, right?" Dry Bones didn't respond to the taunt, "Kyle Noons, this boy who hasn't undergone the Awakening Ritual, but whose 'Purifying Power' is superior to the other Noons family's direct line, is the reason we're gathered here. Isn't it? ”

The dark hall was quiet again.

………

'Grand Master... What a distant but unforgettable memory! ’

The crow said in his heart.

At that time, he was just an incomparably small shamanic apprentice, and compared to the existence of great masters and demigods, he was just an insignificant speck of dust that could be erased at will.

Yes! Dust only...... Not even ants.

Although the power of the ant is also insignificant, it is still eye-catching, at least worthy of the contempt of the strong, even if it is as small as smoke, but there is hope to become a giant............ Or the plaything of the strong.

And the dust ............ It's just dust.

The crow still remembers himself looking up at the sky...... The incomparable shock in my heart.

It was a desperate war, a war of mortals against the demigods.

Six thousand years ago.

The icy continent north of Tygulas.

Millions of barbarian warriors (polar people/barbarians) gather in the Wilderness Canyon in the middle of the continent to challenge the three masters of the northern continent for dignity and freedom. And the entire human super-level of Tygulas also went to the Wastestream Canyon to participate in the battle, just to help the human race get rid of the oppression and enslavement of the demigods, and win a land that truly belongs to the human race.

As in epics and legends.

And they succeeded!

What was once a wilderness canyon has long been transformed into a magnificent temple to commemorate this great victory.

And being able to engrave his name on the altar of the Heroic Spirit in the temple is the supreme glory of the Rennes Empire.

But......

Now the teenagers who listened to the bard's epic recitation did not know that a warrior like himself who participated in the war was determined to die at that time.

In the canyon of the Wild Stream six thousand years ago.

On the battlefield of the hard tundra.

Nearly 10,000 human super-rank and epic powerhouses have come here from all over Tyguras to participate in this battle that will determine the fate of mankind.

A single super-rank warrior can rival hundreds of full-fledged warriors with the power of one person.

Thousands of super-level powerhouses gathered in one place, and they were even more invincible.

Whether it was the orc army, the tide of beasts, or the bloodline of the holy beasts known as the holy bloodline, they all fell in front of the coalition forces, and even the powerful demigod heirs like the holy beasts were mostly besieged and killed by the super-rank and epic powerhouses.

After a series of great battles, the army came to the final enemy.

Demigods!

An immortal being whose power and life personality are alongside the primeval dragons and elemental gods, and are also the true ruling class of Tygulas.

Their power is so strong.

Just a hundred meters high, the mountain-like bodies already make people's scalps numb, not to mention, they also exude a super energy storm around them that is difficult for the naked eye to see, just these natural energy surges, they have an energy condensation equivalent to level 3 magic.

Individuals who have not reached the super level can't even connect closely, let alone attack!

But the real despair has just begun.

The more than 2,000 berserker masters did not suppress the endless anger accumulated in the first half of their lives, and the moment they saw the demigods, they went berserk at the same time, and the super aura field generated turned their entire bodies into a vacuum at that moment.

The ensuing wind blew all the small soldiers in the radius away.

Berserkers wield immense destructive power when they go berserk, especially with over two thousand super-rank Berserker Masters. For any mortal realm of Tygulas, this power should not be underestimated———— the combined power of two thousand super-ranks is enough to destroy the city and destroy the country.

But...... They are facing demigods.

The giant bear demigod Bilwin only spread its domain, and the frozen ground softened from steel-like hardness to glue, burying the two thousand charging super-level berserkers into a depth of tens of meters, and then, immediately reverted back to hard frozen soil, making it difficult for the berserkers to break out.

After the end of this battle, there were very few survivors among these Berserker Masters.

And behind the Berserker, hundreds of super-level telekinesis also shot at the same time as the Berserker Master went berserk.

Juggernaut, Crusher, Marksman, Weapon Master, each telekinesis class has a large number of super-level powerhouses joining the battle.

But......

The sword aura's panicked sword aura obscured the sky, and the invisible concussion of the smasher with the heavy axe shattered the earth, but it could not hurt Bilwin's hair. With the opponent unable to get close, Bilwin even ignored the weak ranged attacks of these telepaths.

Only a handful of sharpshooters could hurt it, but the wounds inflicted by those arrows were nothing more than just broken for a demigod hundreds of meters in size.

Bilvin simply ignored them.

Fragments of the Blazing Sun, Spear of Thunder Judgment, Dimensional Sunspots, Antimatter Annihilation Cannon, Light of the End, and even the legendary level 5.5 magic spells, the Secret Fire of Entropy and the Amber Seal of Time. Dozens of archmages and great shamans wield these powerful spells to attack the giant bear demigod Bilwin, intending to save the berserkers.

was countered one by one by the frostwolf demigod Wolft and the wind fox demigod Fawkes with superb magical abilities.

And with the opponent's casual blow, dozens of super-level powerhouses will return to the underworld.

In the face of the overwhelming power displayed by the demigods, the super-level warriors turned into blood one after another, and the shamans and mages were mostly exhausted, and they no longer had the power to cast spells to fight back.

The powerlessness of the ants makes people see no hope of victory.

The fear of despair and death also hangs over everyone's heart.

That's when ... He appeared!

Dressed in white robes and holding a long stick, he stood in the sky out of thin air, and ...... As a mortal, challenge three demigods at the same time.

No one believed he could do it.

Some admired his courage, others remained silent.

Some of those who gave up hope of victory even laughed at him as if they were clowns who were playing tricks on themselves.

The Crow remembers that he fell to his knees, looking up at the figure in the sky, praying to an unknown being, wishing the mighty warrior victory as in the legend.

Because, if the strong can't defeat the demigods, this war is meaningless.

The barbarian warrior coalition is still fighting each other on both flanks with the legions formed by the mixed orcs and beasts of the wolf, bear and fox, but the human side, which is inferior in numbers, is gradually falling into a state of defeat.

The super-tiers on both wings are constantly reinforcing the battle to encircle and suppress the demigods, but defeat is only a matter of time.

And the morale of the coalition forces is gradually crumbling under such circumstances, and it is falling into the disadvantage.

The holy beasts that had lost the group of super-level powerhouses were even more in a no-man's land on the wings of the coalition army, and the severed limbs and wreckage of the warriors were everywhere where the huge bodies passed.

Only when the demigods die can they truly win.

Werewolves, bears, and foxes will crumble in their faith and morale, and they will be crushed when they enter the war.

The Beast Legion will also dissipate on its own due to the loss of its summoner.

Even if the remaining Divine Bloodlines and Sacred Beasts are powerful, they are powerless to return to the sky after losing their numbers. can only be helpless to flee and face endless encirclement and suppression in the future.

As long as this man in heaven can do it!

…………

"Lord Crow! Lord Crow! Are you listening? ”

Hitley's shrill voice woke the crow from its memories.

The memory of this war is deeply engraved in the soul of the black crow, and it has become the strongest obsession in his heart.

But he wasn't disgusted.

As undead, obsession is the meaning and purpose of their existence, and without these almost paranoid beliefs, no spellcaster can survive the pain and nothingness of the undead's transformation.

The most important thing is......

It's been six thousand years, and his current strength is far from the Great Grandmaster...... How far away is it.

He's going to have to figure it out!!

"Nothing! …… Heater, where are you talking? The crow asked.

Heatley didn't dare to be as sneering as he was at Dry Bone, and even his tone and voice became much softer.

"It's about the descendants of that great grandmaster, after the dry bones were mentioned, you have been in a daze, and we are waiting for you to speak."