Stepping through the gate, space shifted, and Moriarty was already on an empty black plain.

The alchemy god Geben can know that this is not the lower plane of Henes, where the "Crown of Poisonous Fire" is located, but belongs to some unknown mysterious level in the world of Nigon.

In the distance, a majestic castle stands in the middle of the plain. It's like a silent giant, suppressing the entire space. According to Fanny's memory, the Demon Lord's head and the "Hell Crown" were stored in the castle and had been sealed for hundreds of years. It's just that after she entered, she triggered a certain setting, which made the original seal loose, and the change began...

Bento Moriarty's figure was stable in space, and suddenly, a slight but unconcealable fluctuation spread from its position to the entire plain.

Immediately, as if this dangerous outsider had been discovered, a dark storm suddenly rose on the otherwise dead plain. At the same time, the terrifying dark energy erupted and vibrated in the castle, like an invisible alarm bell, sweeping in all directions. The entire plain boiled, and the surging dark force erupted from the void, stirring and flooding in this unscrupulous place.

"The seal has really completely collapsed, and it has become so dark!"

Looking at the sudden outbreak of the dark storm, Mority sighed softly.

Obviously, the Demon Lord's head combined with the "Hell Crown" has an incredibly terrifying ability, capable of continuously polluting and assimilating the material plane of other attributes. If this situation is allowed to develop, perhaps a rift directly linked to the hellish world will appear in Nigon thousands of years later, and then I am afraid that the entire underground world will suffer a catastrophe.

In just a few breaths, in the tide of dark energy, one after another demon warriors appeared on the plain like phantoms, turning from virtual to real in the blink of an eye, turning into real demons. Meanwhile. From the distant castle, a huge figure floated into the air. It is as if a demon god has come to the Dark Plains and received the full echo and blessing of the Dark Force here.

The next moment, the huge figure lowered its head and deflected, and a pair of eyes full of pain, hatred, greed, desire, and other emotional forces fell on the intruder.

For a moment, Moriarty felt like a thousand pounds. It's as if hell has come and crushed it to the bottom. In particular, those extreme emotional powers are like pervasive insects, burrowing into their bodies, hearts, and even directly attacking their souls from all directions.

"Boom!"

Immediately, the flames of Hellfire ignited around Moriarty's body, and the two pairs of black flame wings spread out with all their might, forming a circle of tents, cutting off the view.

It was only then that Moriarty looked up and looked at the source of the terror. I saw that the huge figure was actually composed of energy structures, and only the dark gold crown and the vague head hidden in the crown were the real materialized objects.

"He is worthy of a demonic lord worthy of a god. Even if it is long dead, the only remaining head can still summon the Dark Force to form a new body. Coupled with the incredible power of the crown, he already has a bit of the 'style' of a real maharaja. It's a pity, after all, it's the remnant of the dead soul, as long as you don't regain your wisdom, you can only act according to the demon's chaotic instincts, and it's not invincible. ”

The purple purifying flame burned in his eyes, and Moriarty's eyes were gloomy. It also made the Maharaja's head feel an indescribable tremble.

Then, a thunderous roar roared through the air. Thousands of demonic warriors on the plains rushed towards Moriarty like a tidal wave that burst the embankment, threatening to completely drown it.

"Sleep deep underground, the dead, leave the embrace of eternal death for a moment, obey my command, and once again utter the most deafening cry to this world with your rotten body..."

In the center of the torrent, I saw Moriati suddenly kneeling on one knee. A dark left hand gently brushed the dry sand of the black plains, as if caressing the softest of bodies, while chanting a spell.

Another huge gray mist inexplicably emerged, enveloping the earth and sky, exuding a pure and deep rhythm of death.

It was the Specialized Negative Energy Realm.

The next second. The flat black earth suddenly boiled like ocean waves, and the breath of the dead, which was vast and ancient, and contained disgust for all living beings, rose from the ground like wolf smoke, forming a "place of death" with a radius of one kilometer. Then, thin arms stretched out from the black soil, and the author stretched out to the sky, or claws or fingers pinched and clenched fiercely, as if trying to choke the throat of fate again.

In the blink of an eye, countless skeletons, zombies, and ghosts returned to the world from the depths of the earth, and in the name of the summoner Moriarty, they fought back against the swept demon army.

"It is worthy of the underground world, and the number of bones accumulated in the soil layer has reached such a number, it is really the natural home of the 'Deep Undead Summoning Technique'."

With the release of successive third-level mutant necromancy, Moriarty's undead army has expanded to a terrifying scale, enough to compete with thousands of demons. At the same time, auxiliary necromancy techniques such as "flesh and bone synergy" are also constantly instantaneous, making the undead legion attack and defend in unison, forming a disciplined whole, making up for the shortcomings of a single undead whose strength is inferior to that of demon warriors, and in turn constantly killing the demons on top mercilessly.

But the strange thing is that no matter how fierce the battle is, the corpses on the battlefield are like mountains, and the blood is flowing like rivers, no matter whether the demons or the undead are silent, silent as death, as if they are co-starring in a shocking pantomime. And throughout, the Maharaja's head just floated above the castle, motionless, like the most attentive spectator.

Correspondingly, Moriarty also stayed where he was, ignoring the fierce war in front of him.

About half an hour later, all the demon warriors on the plains had been killed. The undead legion has grown stronger and more because it has been "supported" by fresh demonic flesh and bones. In addition, many undead warriors have quickly improved their strength in battle, and high-level troops such as lich and death knight have appeared one after another.

However, for the defeat of his own army, the head of the Maharaja just turned a blind eye.

When the last demon warrior was surrounded by several skeletons and stabbed into a leaky sac with a bone sword, a black light swept across the plain. Above the castle, behind the head of the Maharaja, a black ball suddenly emerged, like a spinning planet. On the sphere, countless dark auras, strong and weak, emancipated from it, and the number was incalculable. Then, I saw that the black ball suddenly opened like a nest, and a large number of black dots like seeds erupted from it, falling on the plain like raindrops, and in a blink of an eye, it had become a new demon. Among them, there were a few demons whose aura was even similar to the thirteenth-level Extreme Dao Order. (To be continued.) )