The second detachment's defense zone was plunged into the realm of decay and darkness, and the heartless gag mage apprentice erupted with a striking force under the threat of death, Darius and the remaining soldiers finally had a gap to breathe, and West, completely encased in magic, slowly levitated into the air, giving decay and death to every lizardman who boarded the walls. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Darius found out something terrible.

West's short black hair was quickly dyed with white frost, and at the corners of his eyes, clearly visible wrinkles slowly emerged, and time left traces of time on him, and in a short period of time, West seemed to be twenty years old.

Sure enough, it is not without a price to obtain any power that surpasses his own strength, this is a forbidden power, if there are no side effects, how can West be willing to appear as only a mage apprentice on weekdays.

"Damn, stop, West."

Hearing Darius's almost roaring rage, West replied flatly, "Stop? Stop and then everyone dies together? Boss, you can see the form clearly, everyone can't hold it anymore. ”

He pointed to the nearby city wall, "See?" The lizardmen have already been killed, but this time is different, they are on their feet, we don't have the strength to drive them down, and the moment I joined the legion, I was ready for the day, you know? The moment you lure the Quetzalcoatl alone, I felt remorse for my weakness and inaction, and today, I ended it in such a way that at least I proved that I was not a coward. ”

Darius was dumbfounded, he looked around, the sound of the fierce battle was deafening, only this place, under the protection of West, had a moment of peace. The words of dissuasion came to his mouth, but they were forcibly blocked in his mouth and could not be spoken.

He sighed bitterly, the matter had come to this, and he could only silently watch West's curtain call.

Vest slowly walked to the edge of the wall, clasped his hands together in front of his forehead in front of the endless number of lizardmen below, and slowly lowered his head and began to pray to some great being in the underworld.

Then a hoarse voice sounded, a prayer-like chanting that was strange, and every syllable seemed to be a cry from the abyss: "Decay and decay whisper in my ears, I pass quietly through the silent valley, I am fearless, I never flinch, the dark Pruto will be with me, your staff will lead me forward, your staff is my solid protection." I will recite aloud this dark hymn, praising eternal immortality and death, and I will be the boatman of the River Styx, guiding all living beings back to the feet of the god of Hades. ”

Vest raised his hands high, and the black energy was drawn from the corpses all over the ground, converging behind Vest, mixing with the magic power in his body, gradually forming a hazy phantom holding a scythe.

The lizardman who noticed that something was wrong frantically tried to attack him, but was ruthlessly harvested by the scythe-wielding figure. With each life, the phantom's figure became more and more condensed, and the aura of evil and decay became more and more intense.

The scythe condensed by black shadows slashed through the city wall from top to bottom, and wherever the blade went, black ripples swept like a wave, and even the hard and gloomy rock could not stop the soul-snatching scythe from the underworld, which was easily cut with huge scars, and the lizardmen clinging to the city wall were like dust swept away by a broomstick, and fell into the shadow of death.

The increasingly powerful force finally attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield, and the phantom of death with a skyrocketing body firmly grasped everyone's attention.

Inside the fortress, Secassius, who was holding a codex and a short staff, raised his head in surprise and looked at the defense area where the second detachment was located, "Death prayer? Necromancer? No, it's not. Secassius shook his head, refuting his inference, and then said to himself in a tone of regret: "It's not a necromancer, it's an ordinary spellcaster, it's amazing, it's a pity." ”

Outside the fortress, the Black Flame Priest stood proudly on the altar, on both sides of it, the priests of all clans stood respectfully aside, not daring to make any big moves, even if the Black Flame Priest had not allowed them to participate in the war, even if it was unwilling to make a move, but no one dared to say more, this is the majesty that the Black Flame Priest has accumulated for a long time, and the supreme position obtained with strength and achievements.

Its eyes were firmly fixed on the shadow of the god of death who was reaping life on the city walls, and the Black Flame Priest, who had been standing firmly on the altar to watch the battle, stretched out the staff in his hand for the first time towards the fortress of the garrison.

The black flame appeared out of thin air, above the head of the Black Flame Priest, at first it was just a small flame, but in an instant, the flame began to expand rapidly, and the surging and rotating flames wrapped into a huge fireball, the burning fireball did not emit the slightest heat, and the priests present even felt that the surroundings became cold, but this is the terrifying thing about the Black Flame.

A huge fireball roared towards the city wall, smashing into Vester hanging high above the city wall with an unrivaled fury, and the shadow of the embodied Grim Reaper firmly blocked him under Vest's control, and then encountered the attacking black flame.

West let out a terrible wail, and the terrifying black flame instantly enveloped the shadow of death, but the existence of nothingness could not stop the black flame from devouring it, and there was no burning crackling sound, Darius watched as the black flame completely engulfed West's spell.

West no longer had the strength to stay in shape, and he fell from the air to the ground, breathing weakly and laboredly.

Darius immediately walked over and helped West to his feet.

"Sure enough...... I, I'm still ,...... Too, too weak. ”

The young man in front of him no longer had the youth and vigor that belonged to him, the terrible wrinkles covered his entire cheeks, the loose skin had a sickly sallowness, and he puffed out his cloudy eyes and glanced at Darius: "Chief,...... Withdraw, high-level bastards, they abandoned ...... Abandoned us, I am not saved, mortals, how can mortals steal the power of death...... This is the price I have to pay, I have to pay. ”

A huge code of law appeared above the city walls, a soft light descended from the heavenly vault, the silver light soothed the exhausted bodies of the legionnaires, and new vitality surged from the limbs and bones, and deafening cheers rang out one after another.

"It's Secassius! West. Darius carried him on his back, "You hold on, don't speak, the legion hasn't given up, I'll take you to the infirmary, even if it's death, you give me to the infirmary and die." ”