"Trial? It's up to you? The crimson flame shone brightly, it was the power of death composed of pure blood and blood and hatred, full of the persistence and bloodlust of its master, madness and viciousness, and Reslin's crazy laughter was like the most poignant laugh, and he snapped, "What are you! What qualifications do you have! Who we are! We are necromancers! Control the pole of death, above the living, walk with time, who is qualified to judge us except death! ”

"Exactly!" Sigma roared, "I am death! ”

This sentence seemed to tear the whole world, the invisible force suddenly spread, the roaring sound wave turned into a deterrent that swept the undead, and the undead under the command of Reslin invariably let out a terrified scream, the crimson light was crumbling, and the death power full of bloody curses was like a bean lamp under the wind, and Reslyn didn't even have time to comment on this wild sentence, because he found that his death power, which he had been soaking in and honing for many years, almost lost control at this moment.

Sigma's eyes lit up with a deep blue glow, the color of the purest force of death.

It's like a clear and immaculate soul, like a cold and silent ice.

He walked slowly towards Leslin, his voice as calm and calm as before, but with more monarchical majesty: "The gate of the underworld is open, I have come to see you on your way." ”

"Die!" The magic surged, the red light shone, and the blood-bone spear covered with blood-colored lines turned from virtual to real, six verses of chanting, three seconds of formation, and the compound magic attached to the cruel spell and vicious curse slammed towards Sigmar, and Reslin condensed his magic power. With all his might, he didn't have the intention of torturing the other party at all, he just wanted to fight quickly. Deal with this mysterious guy, his bearing, his strength, his words, a qiē makes Leslin extremely irritable, you must do your best to solve it!

The bone spear dragging the bright red flame tail spiraled through the spur, and the edge was pointed at Sigma's head. The necromancer was unaware, did not dodge or dodge, and met it with pride. He didn't change the direction of the bone spear, didn't attack with magic, didn't even unfold his shield, and let the bone spear approach with a deadly roar. Reslyn was already beaming—even if the bone spear had only scratched a little of the other's oily skin. The toxins and curses attached to it can also turn this guy into a puddle of blood!

However, before the cruel smile could bloom on his lips, he suddenly froze, he could swear with the eyes and spiritual power of a high-level mage, the other party absolutely did not use any defensive magic, but the sharp and incomparable bone spear shattered violently - the sharp and poisonous spear tip directly hit the opponent's most vulnerable eye, but it was like an egg falling on a steel plate, from the tip of the spear to the tail of the flame, together with the vicious magic that covered it. Inch by inch shattered, dissipating into the air. There was not a trace, and Sigma didn't even blink an eye, still walking towards him unhurriedly.

This must be some kind of stealthy defense scroll! Airs!

Leslin raised his staff and pointed it at Sigma, not even noticing that his shout had already been ruined: "Undead minions, merge!" Crush him for me! ”

Commands launched with spiritual power are supreme and inviolable orders for undead minions, stimulated by the magic from their masters, the eyes of the undead creatures are red, as undead creatures, their soul fire only has the thirst for flesh and blood, the attachment to the body, and the jealousy of the living creatures, after receiving the order to attack, they let out a terrifying roar in unison, raised their swords and claws, opened their hideous blood basin mouths, and slammed towards Sigma who was surrounded by the core.

Then they heard a word.

"Stand down."

These two short words are calm and indifferent, without a trace of power, but for some reason, this voice is so irresistible to the undead, it can easily overwhelm the high-level necromancer's warm cultivation and polishing day and night, as well as the contract signed by the two under the witness of death and time, in just an instant, the necromancer's absolute command power over the undead servants no longer exists, they can no longer receive orders, the voice can no longer command them, the turbulent sea of necromancers is like a bamboo that has been cut open, Automatically split to the sides, even the gold-level high-level undead lowered their hideous heads, like puppets with severed lines, and no longer responded at all.

"This is an illusion...... Reislin was stunned, he couldn't imagine that the undead servant who could destroy an elite army could lose his response so easily, this innocent and naïve greenhouse flower turned into a strong man that he feared, those eyes that shone with a faint blue light seemed to penetrate his soul and gain insight into one of his secrets, what was going on!?

"You monster!" Unable to remain calm in the face of the other's calm gaze, which was neither mocking nor angry, Leslyn roared and unleashed his magic, bone-gnawing, soul-surging necromancy radiating violently, Nether Breath, Bone Spirits, Spiked Bone Spears, Dark Sacrifices...... Like a torrential rain slammed into the calm-faced young man, but all of them were useless, like a drop of water that melted into the sea, only a small splash of water, and the screaming sound of the necromancy breaking through the air was endless, white, turquoise, blue, dark, scarlet, the glow of the spell continued to shine, but the result of a qiē was nothing more than a bang, as if the other party was not a person, but an insurmountable mountain, a qiē means could not stop the other party in the slightest, he still walked here, his steps were unhurried, There was neither ridicule nor anger in his gaze, only the purest killing intent, which was enough to make Reslyn lose his bearings.

But a qiē struggle, a qiē madness, nothing can stop his steps, nothing can stop him from coming.

It's like ...... Death could not be prevented.

Death.

It symbolizes the end, the fairest thing in the world.

No one escapes death.

Whether it is a legendary powerhouse, or a small ant, or a hard rock, or a towering mountain, there is life, there is no life, there is a moment of death, death is the end, death will come, nothing can slow down the pace of death.

- Like, like nothing could stop the young man.

The posture of the announcement of death. Like a god in a fantasy myth who presides over death.

That is, the Grim Reaper.

Leslyn finally felt the fear, the fear that went deep into his bone marrow made him despair. He wanted to run away, no matter where he fled, he never wanted to see this monster, this terrible person again, but his hands and feet could not move, and the surging power of death gradually fell into condensation and fear. Fear had taken hold of his throat, and the man who manipulated this qiē had come to him.

Just as death is ethereal. But one day will come.

Leslyn and Sigma look at each other.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You...... Who are you? Which legendary mage's doppelganger or disguise? ”

"My name is Sigma, Sigma Washington." The young necromancer replied, "A small, mid-level necromancer, a sharp sword hanging over your heads. A promise. A mission, a messenger of vengeance for the dead, a man who executes judgments. ”

He reached out and reached out to Reslin's head: "This is my mission...... The spirit of revenge, the heart of judgment, punishes death with death, fights attachment with attachment, death is terrible. Life is fragile, and no one knows more about it than a necromancer. But it is precisely because of this that the fragile world has the need to be guarded, and the powerful forces also have the need to limit and supervise, even if you do not agree with my ideas, but at least make sure that this powerful force that breaks the boundaries between life and death will not be used to create grief, will not be used to hurt innocent people, if your hearts are not enough to bear the weight of life and death, then it is up to me to destroy you...... You can't resist, because I'm death! ”

This is the second time Sigma has said such a thing.

Unlike the first time, Reslyn endured all the anger and murderous intent of the other party this time.

He suddenly let out a cry of pain, the eerie and deep death power of the high-level necromancer churned like boiling water, he blocked his ears, he roared loudly, he closed his hearing, but this could not stop the endless echo of this sentence from flowing into his body, invading his heart, merging into his soul, like the sun melting snow, dispelling his stubbornness, his hatred, his qiē, his persistence, and finally, Sigma pressed his head and said indifferently: "Look into my eyes." ”

Can't watch! Can't watch! Although he commanded his body like this, for some reason, there was an irresistible power in the other party's language, he involuntarily raised his head, the other party's eyes contained a blue that made him fearful, no one could know what he saw, the eyes that seemed to contain endless darkness, quietly showed him a pole of the world, this is a fate that no one can escape, and it is also the most righteous judgment in the world.

"Yes...... Amusing! At the boundary between life and death, the image of a lifetime suddenly flashed in Resling's mind, he knew that death was near, but the mad distortion and bloodthirsty persistence dissipated, and the blazing flame in his heart became more intense, and the scenes of this life came to his heart, sadness, despair, anger, and killing...... This is the nature of this world! The strong are respected, the weak are slaves, morality is just a joke, desire drives a qiē, this is the essence of this world, no matter how it is washed and whitewashed, it can't change this qiē, he laughed sharply, "This kind of bullshit naïve, stupid and hypocritical argument, I will never admit it!" I'll be in hell witnessing your pathetic hypocritical disillusionment! ”

"It's a pity...... "Sigma pressed his head and said indifferently, "you don't have forever." ”

The blue flame in his eyes, like a bright galaxy, suddenly blaze.

Imprinted the purest killing intent into the depths of Reslin's soul.

As if he had received an order, the tumbling and rushing death force in Leslin's body automatically began to work, running wildly at an increasing speed along the hundreds of bones around him, he let out a scream of pain that was not human, broke free from Sigma's grip, and took a few steps back, he turned to escape, but he bent down in pain, and the pale blue flames slowly lit up from all over his body, burning the robes, scorching his body, annihilating his soul, and large streams of black smoke and blood-colored curses poured out wildly, enveloping him, This is his sin and his punishment, his already battered body is met with terrible torture again and again, the fierce burning force of death, and the pain and sorrow he has caused will be returned to him a hundredfold, without forgiveness or forgetting.

Soul destroyed.

Sigma turned and let Reslyn slowly dissipate, he looked at the undead servants who had lost their control, their eyes glazed and helpless, a sinner had disturbed their death, and this death judgment was not over yet.

"Rest in peace." The necromancer said to them, "May the soul of pain be at peace, and may the dead be at peace." ”

The undead roared loudly in the sky, black blood and tears slipped from the empty eye sockets, and the surging black gas and light blue brilliance poured out from their seven orifices, rushing into the sky, the tumbling dark clouds met the cold negative energy, condensed a large number of snowflakes flying and falling, the sky was full of white flocculent swaggering with the wind, like the soul that had finally been freed, flying in the air smartly, they danced in a beautiful arc, floating to the sky that was not covered by dark clouds.

The poisonous and cold power of death dissipated, the originally vicious undead became calm, the cold and grudging eyes turned into the deep affection of remembrance, as human emotions briefly returned to the shell of death, they looked around blankly, recalling the relatives they once cherished, but the abyss between life and death shattered the remaining memories of the undead, and finally, as the memories of human beings have become as faint as sparks, they looked helplessly at the only living person, with the instinct of the undead creatures, They felt something in the soul of this human being that made them awe, perhaps, perhaps, a little respect for some reason.

They move sluggishly, their eyes hollow with a hint of a request that they are not aware of.

One after the other.

The necromancer walked among them, past the suffering of the dead.

In the perceptual horizon of these undead creatures, a little light gradually shone brighter, and finally turned into a light that calmed them down, like a lighthouse in the darkness, illuminating the path of the dead.

A hoarse cry came from the mouth of the undead, obviously the sorrow of the dead, but it did not make people feel creepy at all, their grief has been smoothed, their resentment has been resolved, and the cry contains only nostalgia for life, reluctance to relatives, and the final farewell to this beautiful world, they have finally come to the end of their lives.

Sigmar walks among the undead.

As far as he walked, more and more of the undead were shrouded in a pale blue halo, and the distorted faces of the dead became calm, and they stretched out their scarred hands and reached out into the distant void, where the home of the dead, the eternal underworld, where death finally returned, and a man opened the door to a new home for them.

One by one, the spirits of the dead disappeared into the brilliant light.

Sometimes it is not only the blazing light that warms the soul, but sometimes death can also bring peace.

It's a pity that the dead Reslyn will never understand this. (To be continued......)