Two rays of light, one white and one gold, drifted away in the air, leaving behind a howling wind and a deafening sonic boom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the battlefield of Denglick was not only Wu Liang and the three rushed to the Ranger North Camp.

Sealing Mephisto's Ice Blue Soul Stone was of great significance, and the Heroic Angel Imparis immediately confronted Diablo's Demon True Body, and then turned to follow, and the King of Fear naturally knew that the Heroic Angel wanted to take the Ice Blue Soul Stone for himself, so he followed. Just before leaving, he glared fiercely at the creator of the resentful sanctuary Aenarius, and by the way, he summoned the King of Destruction, Baal, to his side and rushed to the Ranger North camp with him.

At the same time, Aaron, the son of the Holy Light, who had been unable to attack for a long time, gradually regained his composure, and his cheeks, which were distorted by anger, were forcibly smoothed out by him, and he returned to his previous merciful appearance. His eyes indifferently glanced at the behemoth beast that occupied the entire field of vision, and when he saw Zhao Huangqi's miserable appearance of being beaten, he slightly expressed the resentment in his heart, ignoring the will from Aenarius, waved his sleeves, and went home.

However, when Zhao Laoshi saw him turn around, he immediately shouted bitterly: "Hey! You're ...... Ah, it hurts, it hurts...... Don't go! ”

After a frenzied battle, Qingmei became a little bored with a pot of wine, and gave Zhao Huangqi a stick lightly, knocked it out of the head of the behemoth, and left this place of right and wrong alone, carrying a spear.

……

The gray earth left a string of footprints leading to the sky.

Zhao Huangqi rolled dozens of times in a row, and couldn't help but spit out the goblin green shake he had just eaten, and forcibly endured the feeling of being turned upside down, raising his hand to wipe the stains from the corners of his mouth, but grinning in pain because he touched the red and swollen wound. Raising his thin red and green claws, he straightened his obviously larger head, muttered "Fighting is love, scolding is love", and walked along the series of footprints.

……

Finally, the refugees who saved the day left the shimmering cliff unharmed.

Without Imparris's obstruction, Casas, who had come back from the dead, dropped the sword of justice in his hand and dropped the declaration, which happened to fall into the hands of Tyrell, the man at the bottom of the cliff, and then, Ferdilan resisted the idea of talking to the teacher, and gave the order in an orderly manner, leaving the palace of the Black Mad Lord, leaving Tristram, and marching towards the winger fortress before the thick black clouds in the sky had not yet hit.

Suddenly, two rays of light flashed in the sky, and the sensed Casas and Ferdilan masters and apprentices cast their eyes.

But the spirit angel Israel looked down at the scroll of fate in his hand at this time, and said in an ethereal voice that was difficult for ordinary people to hear: "Hate, will it come to an end in the next moment?" ”

This sentence was heard by Ferdilan, who was close at hand, by Wu Liang, who was incarnated as light, by the pursuing Heroic Angel and King of Fear, by the suffering Aenarius, and by many players and natives.

Even Abd al-Hazr in the Outlands of Chaos, and Mephisto sleeping in the Soul Stone.

"No ......"

This is the roar of the King of Hatred, which finally disappeared into the boundless dark world, and did not even stir up an echo, but attracted a dragon roar of "You give me a stop" from the white-eyed dragon, and a dragon claw of "Don't affect Uncle Ben's mood".

……

As soon as the Supreme Being was gone, the battlefield of Dengrik immediately became extremely deserted, and Aenarius concentrated on merging humility and honesty with the Shoulderplates of Lightwing, the Lord of Pain Ireni was left by his side to protect the Dharma, and Lilith, the Mother of Humanity, remained unconscious. The Count of Monte Cristo finally made peace with the Bald Head and the Wind Wolf, and the latter two seemed to have received such wonderful news and did not linger and left immediately, but the mad demon chose to stay here, and joined the behemoth to join the siege of Marcel.

At this moment, the Lord of the Undead, Marcel, under the siege of the two legendary powerhouses of Lionheart and Lord Alpaca, the three Westmar royals of Raphael, Lamarcus, and Rakitic, as well as the behemoth beast whose strength is not weaker than that of the legendary powerhouse and the mad demon, one of the peak players, unexpectedly showed his decline.

Originally one of the strongest people in the world, Marcel would not have fallen into such a situation, but when Aenarius fused with the Shoulder Armor of the Light Wing, he would release endless divine power, which caused a great obstacle to him when his whole body was filled with the dead breath of the dead.

In addition, the Soul of the Sanctuary has been delayed, which has increased the strength of the behemoth, and whenever he is about to use the Soul Snatcher Scythe to kill one of them, he will be shocked by it on the spot, not only losing the best time to attack, but also often causing himself to fall into a Jedi, if it were not for his extreme strength, he would have been surrounded and killed by everyone.

The face under the black cloak was cold, and Marcel desperately wanted to destroy the big man who was in the way, but after thousands of years, the latter had an inexplicable relationship with the shelter, and under the deliberate actions of Abd al-Hazir, he had a body so large that even if he struck with all his strength, he could not kill it.

"Abd al-Hazir!"

Marcel chewed on this name with special significance, remembered the person who behaved very specially, glanced at the phantom of the King of Nefarem who did not leave with Wu Liang, and said secretly in his heart: "What are you planning to inherit the will of the King of Nefarem?" ”

Roar!

The roar of the mighty lion swept through the wind, causing Marcel's gray wings of light to float leisurely, and the black cloak outlined with gorgeous gold stripes hunted and hunted, turning into the heart of a golden lion, and pounced on Marcel with a furious momentum.

At the same time, a grim-faced Rakitic inspired the black gem on the artifact Mephisto's Kiss, and in an instant, the blood-colored lines on the blood marble shone with a strange red glow, revealing Mephisto's godless phantom behind Rakitic. This is only an illusion of the Lord of Hatred, equivalent to a puppet without consciousness, but it allows Rakitic to have the ability to control elemental molecules in a short period of time.

Colorful elemental molecules flashed through space as he waved his hand, and then formed a colorful Chaos Storm around Lionheart, swarming towards Marcel, who was fighting alone.

However, the Lord of the Undead is the Lord of the Undead after all, even when the mountain is exhausted, he has never shown even the slightest hint of fear, and the undead death qi in his body has been suppressed by Aenarius, and his strength has been greatly reduced, so he can only borrow the power of the artifact Soul Snatcher Scythe to resist the attacks of Lionheart and Rakitic.

I saw that the dark Soul Snatcher Scythe, with a crescent-like light at the crescent-like blade, flashed away, and then Marcel accompanied the pair of artifacts, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating with the wind at the moment when the lion's claws and the chaos storm hit.

Roar!

A melodious roar rang out from the mouth of the behemoth, and Marcel's body suddenly appeared out of thin air behind Lionheart, his slightly stiff body deformed the movement of his slashing Soul Scythe, otherwise the blow would have seriously injured Lionheart.

Call......

A scorching stream of air surged from behind, and a pair of large flame hands that were enough to slap Marcel flat like a fan slammed in, and His Excellency the alpaca stood on the shoulder of the Flame Stone Demon and looked at the Lord of the Undead with a proud expression.

Rumble!

The sparks shot out, and the huge palms of the flame stone demons suddenly collided together, and when the hands collided, countless scorching lava spilled out, which quickly cooled in the air, turning into black brown stones, and falling to the ground with a tick.

However, instead of being turned into meat sauce, Marcel suddenly appeared in front of the behemoth, and the Soul Reaver scythe slammed into the latter's huge cloudy eyes. The behemoth beast has too much influence on him, at least let him lose his ability to fight, so that he can have a slight chance of turning the tables.

However, Marcel overlooks the role of the others, especially the Demon as a player, and his contract servants.

The Black Dragon Phantom that devoured the Handmaiden of Death has further improved its strength, although it has a very big gap from the supreme existence of Marcel's level, but it can still be done by imitating the behemoth beast to shock Marcel for a moment.

In an instant, the dragon mouth of the black dragon phantom suddenly opened, and in the eyes like a master, only indifference remained, and this indifference was filled with the desolate aura of the ancient period. Marcel suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and then the desolation in the eyes of the black dragon phantom really surged over his body.

A gray mist full of decay and withering, very different from the dead of the dead, poured out of the mouth of the black dragon's phantom and bloomed wherever its gaze passed.

Marcel's body trembled, and she froze in the air and could not move, when she was struck by a seemingly clumsy behemoth, a head hammer that was powerful enough to smash the earth, and her body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. And Lamakus, who was holding the Gaozu Giant Sword, finished gaining momentum, and the strong muscles under the heroic armor suddenly tightened, bursting out with huge power, causing the Gaozu Giant Sword that weighed more than 10,000 catties to slash out like lightning.

Although the dead qi in Lamarcus's body was also firmly suppressed by Aenarius, the huge power of his body was not lost, so this half-human, half-undead who wore the crown of Westmar was still an important combat force.

"Damn!"

Marcel was angry at the rapidly wilting black dragon phantom and the rapidly retreating madman, if it weren't for them, his blow would have directly defeated the behemoth, and he would not have ended up in the same embarrassment as he is now.

The Great Ancestor Giant Sword cut through the air and slashed at the waist, even the Supreme Being could not ignore such an attack, the former wise angel was not good at defense, and the strength of his body was far less than that of the Hell Demon God.

But at this time, he still hadn't gotten rid of the shock of the black dragon phantom, and he couldn't control most of his body. As a last resort, at this critical moment, he could only let go of the Soul Snatching Scythe in his left hand, the artifact had a spirit, and after leaving his hand, it automatically flew into an arc in the air and crashed into the Gaozu Giant Sword.

Clang!

Hong Zhong's deep voice sounded when the two divine weapons collided. Suddenly, the adjacent pieces of land in the collision area cracked, and the lines like spider webs spread, leaving a bottomless crater in the center of the collision.

After all, LaMarcus's strength is a big gap with Marcel, and the Soul Snatcher Scythe is an artifact that is countless times more powerful than the Gaozu Greatsword, and Marcel finally just fell to the ground, but LaMarcus was carried by the Gaozu Greatsword and flew upside down.

However, to Marcel's frown, the previous Soul Snatcher Scythe did not return to his hands, but floated to Raphael, who had never made a move, and at the same time, there was a dusty crown, which also flew from the top of LaMarcus's head to Raphael.

Suddenly, Marcel's gaze at Raphael suddenly froze, and Rakitic was even more surprised to retreat again and again, and even LaMarcus, who was flying upside down in the air, was struggling, his head roaring and blank.

Lionheart was the only one who bowed slightly to Raphael, or more precisely, the dried corpse wearing the crown of Westmar next to Raphael, and cast a respectful gesture.

The corpse had just been removed from the black cocoon by Raphael, and he was none other than the slain of the Emperor Westmar, the Lakis whom Black Thorn admired so much.

"Soul Snatcher's Scythe ......"

Lakis looked at the whirling black scythe, trembling and stretched out his palm, gently catching it, his life-filled eyes revealed a little sadness, and gently stroked the body of the scythe that ordinary people would die if they touched it.

"None of the emperors of my Westmar royal family could die well, and after death, they were even absorbed by this soul-snatching scythe to nourish this artifact." On the Scythe of the Soul Snatcher in his hand, Rakis felt the breath of the ancestors, "I know that you covet our bloodline of the King of Nefarem, and want to use this to rebuild the power of the King of Nefarem, but ......"

Rakis shook his head slightly, his withered body, completely dehydrated, shaking off a little dust.

"The soul of the ancestor is the opposite, restricting the sublimation of the soul snatching scythe, leaving you to fall short and unable to achieve your goal, am I right? Dear Angel of Wisdom! ”

Lakis's words made the three Westmar royal families present all creepy, the Westmar Empire has lasted for hundreds of years, and there are as many as fifty emperors on the throne, and it is rumored that after the death of the Chinese monarch, their expressions must be hideous, and this phenomenon also appeared in many princes and dukes, counting as many as three hundred. The Soul Snatcher Scythe had absorbed so much of the blood and soul of the Westmar royal family, and for a while, the three of them were shocked.

Marcel finally got rid of the influence of the black dragon's phantom, the gray wisdom light wings flickered gently, and he, dressed in a gold-patterned black robe, floated in the air like a god of death, looking coldly at the "back to the light" like Lakis, silent, without answering.

"Alas......"

Lakis sighed inexplicably, and under the gaze of everyone, he said slowly: "In order to see you for the last time, I deliberately reserved my last breath, but I didn't expect to meet you in this situation." ”

"Resign yourself to your fate, Marcel!"

"Your Soul Snatcher Scythe loses its effectiveness, which means that you have lost your last support, if there is anything else you want to say, say it as soon as possible, I want to watch you die before I die......"

Lakis spoke in a very soft voice, but it exuded an indescribable momentum, and the Westmar crown on his head suddenly dispelled the ashes of the death order soaked in it, and it shone in the sunlight, and the glittering golden light flowed down, draping him in a dazzling golden robe, and although his appearance was difficult to see at this time, there was a royal power that was not angry and arrogant.

He looked down at the Soul Snatcher on his right hand, and as Rakis had said, it had lost its effectiveness. The souls of the Westmar royal family, which was the source of the power of the Soul Snatcher Scythe, in turn suppressed the Soul Snatcher's ability at this time, causing Marcel, who was already greatly weakened, to lose the last support.

Taking a deep breath, the Lord of the Undead, who had really reached the end of the mountain, still did not answer Lakis's words, and threw the Soul Snatcher Scythe in his hand aside as if he had abandoned it, quietly watching the people who were about to move.

"Raphael, Ramarcus, Rakitic, Lionheart, and the otherworldly and the alpaca, whoever can slay Marcel, I will give him the last of my strength. The glory of the king, the will of the king, the majesty of the king, the method of plundering the attributes of the king, the location of the secret vault of the Westmar Empire, and even the scythe of the soul, I can give it away. ”

"Hurry up, I'm a dying man, there's no way to stay too long!"

In the face of Marcel, whose strength has dropped to the bottom, Lord Alpaca may be the only one who has no intention of participating in the competition, but being able to kill Marcel, the Lord of the Undead, with his own hands will bring great benefits to his path as a necromancer. Therefore, the six beings who were named all chose to take action as soon as Lakis finished speaking, even though Marcel may still have a backhand, but the current situation does not allow them to think about it.

At the same time, Ireni, the Angel's Lord of Pain, was sent by Aenarius to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Marcel, which made the Lord of the Undead even worse.

For a moment, Raphael's Holy Light, Lamarcus's Ancestral Greatsword, Rakitic's Mephisto's Kiss, Lionheart's Royal Majesty, Mad Demon's Spear, Llama's Flame Stone Demon, and Irenie's Pain Power launched an overwhelming attack on the defenseless Marcel.

Only Lakis and the behemoth, who made a promise, quietly watched this scene that could only be seen in ancient times.

This is the first Supreme Being that the Sanctuary Clan has been able to kill with their own hands for the first time in countless years.

Although the battle was fought with the help of Aenarius, and the Lord of Pain, Irene also chose to intervene, it was impossible to hide the glory of the Sanctuary Clan, especially the Westmar Royalty.

In order to kill Marcel, in order to free the Westmar clan from the nightmare of hundreds of years, Lakis took advantage of the general trend of the times and deliberately spent his life force, just to be able to witness Marcel's death.

"Die! Marcel ......"

Rakis looked at the Lord of the Undead, who was surrounded by many attacks but did not dodge, and muttered, "Your end can only be death!" ”

As Lakis said, Marcel's final outcome can only be death, but as the master of the soul realm, he does not want others to end his life.

So, he chose to blow himself up.

A silent explosion suddenly appeared as numerous attacks masked Marcel. He completely detonated the undead aura in his body, and even though the divine aura released by Aenarius had greatly suppressed the gray dead qi, it still couldn't prevent it from leaving a black round hole in the space.

The hole engulfed all the light, and sucked all the attacks into it silently. Immediately afterward, the hole began to collapse inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it formed a negligible black spot.

Everyone's first reaction when they saw this black dot was to retreat, and they did their best to retreat backwards, because the energy contained in this black dot made even the king of pain, Irene tremble.

Explode......

Only a dazzling light filled the whole world, and only all the matter in front of him could be seen to be swallowed up by this light. The air had long since disappeared, and it was not until near the end of the sunspot explosion that there was a loud noise that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Even the people and horses of the Ranger North Camp could feel the distance shock and hear the deafening sound with their own ears.

The light finally dissipated, leaving only a mess on the ground.

In the tears of the soldiers and civilians of Dengrik, Dengrek was completely erased and replaced by a bottomless round pit.

"Hehe......"

Rakis stood at the edge of the crater, looking at the empty world, and smiled with relief.

"I knew you were going to kill yourself......"

Then, a total of six rays of light escaped from his body, merging into the bodies of five people and one alpaca. When Lakis was dying, he deliberately sent a message to the dying mad demon: "Seeing that you have lost your weapon, I will give you a weapon, as for the other one, you need to find it yourself, if you can find it, our Westmar royal bloodline will help you." ”

"Irien!"

Rakis quietly looked at the terrified King of Pain, his body had begun to dissipate with the wind, and said, "Get Lilith back, and I think you will be free from the hands of Aenarius!" ”

Ireni looked at Rakis suspiciously, and then couldn't help but look back at Aenarius, who was struggling with pain, and hesitated.

"Do as he says!"

At this time, Ares, the god of war, who had not chosen to make a move from beginning to end, spoke coldly.

For some reason, when Ireni heard the player's words, she immediately chose to be convinced, trying her best to find Lilith's breath, and then her eyes lit up and she hurried in one direction.

An embarrassed Raphael appeared behind Lakis and watched in pain as his father's figure faded away.

"Raphael ......"

Lakis turned around with some sense, gently removed the Westmar crown from his head, and finally put it on Raphael's head.

"Joining the Liberal Church is your choice, I will not stop you, I will not blame you, I just hope that you can remember your original promise."

"Be kind to your people no matter what......"

Suddenly, a breeze blew on the ground......

A generation of emperors, Lakis, passed away.