Night, not night.

When Omako entered this distorted space, it didn't matter if it was night or not.

The illusion of death has finally arrived.

Omako looked up, and there was no sunlight, only a cloudy lead cloud flowing slowly. Everything in front of me was gray and black. But he didn't care, looked around, didn't notice anything strange, and continued to walk forward.

Omako's steps were so light that he couldn't be traced from the ground.

But with every step he takes, an invisible coercion spreads out.

This is also the reason why there has been no roadblock in front of Omako. But he knew very well that on both sides of the road, there were many pairs of sparkling eyes staring at him.

Those low-level skeletons and zombies trembled with fear from Omako's coercion, and the skeletons and carrion all over their bodies seemed to be scattered, and where did they have the courage to rush out to stop the invaders of this death illusion.

Rumble!

The withered trees suddenly stirred, and with a mere sway, they all turned into wood.

Wood felling in front of Omako like rain, and finally scattered in a cloud of black mud. The black mud was like life, and it began to move.

Omako stopped, silently looking at the mud.

The black mud expanded rapidly, eventually becoming a black pool about 100 meters long. Countless bubbles rolled upward, and gradually, a wail seemed to rise from the ground, making the air around him restless.

Impatience, nervousness, and depression are all there is in the illusion.

Finally, the world in front of Omako seemed to be black. A group of gray skeletons gradually rose from the black pool, and within the skull of each skeleton was a pair of dark red eyes.

In the middle of the group of skeletons, a skeleton about three meters tall stands out even more. In addition to being twice as tall as the other skeletons, his bones were much thicker. And the bones of the hands and feet are all shiny black. He was wrapped in shiny black armor, and the conspicuous part of the armor was embellished with yellow patterns, as if to symbolize that he was a nobleman among skeletons. Behind him was a dark red cloak, and a large two-handed sword slung around his waist.

His eyes, too, were a faint dark red.

In his eyes, Omako was really weak and pitiful.

He roared, "Fragile outsider, do you still want to go deeper into the Death Illusion?"

Omako replied calmly, "Yes, I'm reaching the end of the Death Illusion. ”

"If your soul satisfies me, I'll let him go. ”

Omaco shook his head and said lightly: "You are inferior, you are not qualified to spy on my soul. My soul will always exist in my body. ”

"Inferior, fragile creature, you probably don't know who I am, I'm the Skeleton Lord! I'm the Moses Skeleton Lord! Even the Dark Elder wouldn't speak to me like that! Even the Great Dark Lord wouldn't despise me so much!"

Moses was visibly enraged by Omako, and raised his head and roared wildly, and suddenly a black whirlwind scurried around him. Within a radius of 100 meters, all but Omako and the skeletons behind him were desolate.

"Skeleton Lord...... Moses: From now on, there will be no more such names. Omako said coldly.

Mosesdo was completely enraged, and he swung his huge two-handed sword at Omako, and said angrily, "Children, pile this fragile creature to pieces!"

Hearing this, the red eyes of the skeletons behind Moses lit up, and then walked towards Omako.

Omako hung his head and looked coldly at everything in front of him.

Suddenly, his face became very ugly, and his expression suddenly distorted. Suddenly there was a loud shout in front of them, and the red eyes in the skeletals' skulls were like weak candlelight, all of which were extinguished by this drink.

The skeletons froze in place, and then scattered in unison, their bones falling like rain.

Mosesdo didn't care much about Omako's coercion, and it wasn't a good skill to be able to destroy these low-level skeletons.

It's only a matter of time before he does it.

Rumble!

The two-handed greatsword smashed down in front of Omako's eyes, and suddenly a crack about five meters wide formed in the ground, and it violently extended towards Omako.

Eventually, however, the crack stopped in front of Omako.

A white bunker was stunned, and Omako stood leisurely in the undead skeletal with his hands on his chest.

Moses failed to make a move, and took a few steps forward, ready to make up for another sword.

Omako's eyes squinted upward, but he didn't get the chance.

Bone teeth!

Omako didn't move, and a white light swept through his body, and a white bone tooth about a meter in diameter flew towards the Skeleton Lord quickly.

The speed of the bone tooth was much faster than the big lord's attack, and the big lord was unexpected, and was hit on the rib by the bone tooth.

Puff puff!

The bones and teeth subsided, and the Skeleton Lord was unharmed.

Omako was slightly startled, looking at Mosidor's intact ribs, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a greedy look.

"Fragile creature, your weak attacks are no threat to me from the Skeleton Lord! You're a nasty fly, you're just annoying me. Now, I'm going to get to know you!"

The Skeleton Lord suddenly slammed his feet to the ground, then leapt into the air, clenching his greatsword in both hands and slamming it down on Omako.

The moment he leapt into the air, the blackness around him suddenly became extremely solemn. And around the greatsword, there was a black mist that seemed to be a substance tumbling violently. Occasionally, in the billowing black mist, there were flickering red lightning bolts.

The Death Illusion seemed to freeze at this moment, however, the moment it came back to life, Morsidor's attack had descended on the ground, and the greatsword slashed at the undead bone seat.

Bang bang bang!

The two-handed giant sword slashed to the end, and the undead bone seat was split in two. Immediately, it was scattered by the powerful qi and flew away from both sides, forming pieces of bone.

Mosido looked wickedly at his sword, searching for a corner of Omako's corpse.

It's just that there is nothing under his sword except a crack.

Omako had long since left the ossuary and appeared behind Morsidor.

Morsido's whole body suddenly tightened, and a strange feeling arose.

Deep coercion! Deep coercion from dark fear.

Morsido turned around with difficulty, as if this basic movement was struggling with him.

In his eyes, Omako was entangled in black gas, and only a cold face was exposed. The black aura covered Omako's entire body and stretched in all directions, waving outward like tentacles, swinging his various forms strangely.

Mosido could barely believe his eyes, and he muttered, "This...... How is this possible...... How did you come to have such a powerful aura of darkness? Wasn't you a human with a divine aura in the first place?"

Morsido vividly remembered the white light that bloomed from Omako's body, and that was a plan that did not exist in the dark world.

Omako didn't give Morsido a chance to think too much, and he completely disappeared into the darkness.

The darkness was like a tsunami, engulfing Morsido. At this moment, Mosido suddenly felt that he was so weak, and in the face of the powerful force, he trembled and couldn't complete any action.

He suddenly felt a cold hand grasp his neck bone, and he had no strength to resist.

Click!

It was the last voice he heard, and the red eyes in his skull dimmed and finally merged with the darkness.

Omako tugged hard, and the Skeleton Lord's head flew out.

Omako's eyes suddenly widened, and a black stream of air poured out from Morsido's neck and rushed towards Omako's body. Between the black currents, there was a sparkling air current, and Omacco was polite, swallowing Mosidor's soul into his mouth.

The next moment, Omarko's hands were attached to Mosido's skeletal body, and wisps of black air flew around him, and finally wrapped him and Mosido into a black air mass.

After a long pause, the black air mass exploded, and Omako walked out.

His eyes were still so cold, but his body and pace seemed to be more steady.

Omako said secretly: "The Skeleton Lord is really in good health, it is too suitable for me to use as bone armor." ”

"You're a demon...... Mosido's voice echoed through Omako's mental world.

Roar!

Omako roared violently, and countless currents of air filled his body and body. From then on, Morsido's voice was no longer heard.

"Hmph, compared to the soul of the bone dragon, your soul can be completely abandoned, and it is a waste of time for me to digest it. What's more, it's still so noisy......"

In the dark corner, a fiery red figure was trembling.

It's so eye-catching at the moment.

Omako walked slowly towards him, who trembled even more.

"Come out. ”

"Honorable Demon Lord! I ......"

"Huh?" said Omako, "what do you call me?"

"Evil ......"

Syllable!

Omako's eyes widened, and a mental fluctuation bounced the figure away, and then slammed it to the ground, no longer moving.

Only then did Omako see his appearance clearly, this was a war horse with brown skin, and on the brown skin, there were many small red fine lines. There are flames burning on the four hooves of the war horse, but at this moment the fire is very weak, as if it is about to be extinguished at any time, it seems that this is related to the injury that the war horse was injured by Omako's fall just now. A handful of golden sideburns on the horse's head from top to bottom and extended to the horse's back before gradually disappearing, as if it did not belong to this dark world.

"If you're willing to die, go ahead and play dead!"

In the next moment, the four hooves of the war horse seemed to have incomparably powerful strength, and immediately supported the entire body. After the war horse stood, it was about two meters seven or eight high, and the flames of the four hooves suddenly flourished. The war horse opened its eyes, and those eyes were two flames.

The war horse shook his golden sideburns, lowered his head, and said, "You are the most powerful man I have ever seen, and I can't even hide this from you." ”

Omako said lightly: "Little trick." ”

Omako said, "Who are you?"

The horse was clearly terrified of Omako, who he had seen with his own eyes how he had killed Moses and then brutally dismantled his body.

For him, it was a cruel test.

Although there were more terrible things than this horror when I was in the abyss before, there was the shelter of my parents there. But now that I have come to this world inexplicably, I will always be just a lonely horse.

"My name is Vasily, and I am a brave and loyal Abyssal Flame Warhorse. ”

"Abyssal Flame Horse?" Omako muttered quietly, ignoring the adjective Vasily added in front of the Abyss Flame Horse, "You are from the Abyss World?"

Vasily nodded.

"How did you get here?"

Vasily shook the horse's head.

The corners of Omako's mouth curled slightly.

Vasily's burning eyes suddenly went out, and he hurriedly lowered his horse's head and shouted frantically: "I'm not lying! It's true! I just slept and came here for no reason!"

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Vasily was sure that he still existed in this world, so he slowly raised his horse's head, and his flaming eyes burned again.

He stole a glance at Omako, and when he saw Omako looking at him, he couldn't help but shudder again.

Omako didn't want to kill him, he would have killed him long ago. But he didn't know why he didn't want to kill this brave and loyal horse, but only when he began to fight Mosesdor. All the creatures were destroyed by their coercion and power, and he was still able to be next to him, except for the fear in his heart, he was not harmed, which showed that his body was still very strong.

Omako suddenly had a strange feeling for him.

"Vasily. ”

"Brave and loyal Vasily is there. Vasily replied.

"I want you to be my mount, it's your only way to survive. ”

Omako directly planned Vasily's future, which left him with no choice. But Vasily immediately bowed his head to Omako and said, "It's my honor to have a master like you!"

Omacko said: "You must be thinking now, you must have agreed first, and then you will say, it is important to save your life." ”

Vasily shuddered, and suddenly it seemed as if Omako's eyes could see through everything.

Omako stretched out his hand, placed it on Vasily's head, and said, "But it doesn't matter, I recently got hold of a contract. ”

Indenture!

Vasily's eyes of fire were burning, and in his heart, contracts were synonymous with inequality. Despite his fear and anger, there was no force to push him to resist.

Omako's hand pressed slightly on the horse's head, and a white light quickly swept through Vasily's body, and finally retracted into his palm.

Omako said, "Well, from now on, you are mine. If you betray me, your soul will be destroyed. ”

Vasily sighed, sure enough, it was unequal.

Omako added: "Don't try to insult me in your heart, I can sense your thoughts after signing the contract." ”

Vasily rubbed his horse's hooves on the ground.

Omako added: "Don't try to be passive, after signing the contract, if I die, your soul will be destroyed." Therefore, it is better to work harder. ”

The flames in Vasily's body suddenly disappeared and he flipped backwards.

Omako slowly came to Vasily's side and kicked the horse, and Vasily immediately stood up, and the flames all over his body began to burn again.

"What? Do you feel very aggrieved by following me? Or do you disdain to let me ride on you because of your noble abyss identity?"

The pain in Vasily's body brought him to his senses, and he raised his horse's head and howled: "I have already seen the strength of my master!

Vasily frantically resisted the thought in his heart for fear of angering Omako, and desperately squeezed out some words to praise Omako.

Omako sensed in the spiritual world, and all he smelled was a burst of sycophancy.

The spiritual world was connected, and Vasily did not dare to think of even a plan for a premeditated rebellion.

Omako tapped his ass lightly, then jumped up.

"Go, walk to the end of the Death Illusion, let me see your speed!"

"The end of the Death Illusion! Oh my God, there are powerful demons there! It is said that there are terrible lichs!"

Omako's voice froze, and every word that reached Vasily's ears tingled every nerve in him.

"What, are you scared?"

"No, no, no, I'm a brave and loyal Abyssal Flame Warhorse, how could I be afraid? ”

"Well, you cared about me so quickly...... Very good...... Rest assured, there is not a single creature in the Death Illusion that I have taken into account. ”

"Oh my God, master, you are so burly, so powerful! Your bravery makes my blood boil, and I can't calm down for a long time. But are we still thinking about it, after all, I heard that the lich has been living in this world for hundreds of years, do you think we should re-analyze his magic, and ......" Vasily's pace gradually slowed down.

Vasily's whole body tightened, and when he felt Omako's killing intent, he immediately stood on all fours and ran forward frantically.

Omako was satisfied: "That's right! That's the brave and loyal Vasily. ”

"Master, whether it is a lich for hundreds or even thousands of years, in front of you is just a low-level skeleton! The master's strength has transcended the limitations of time, and even space, in short, nothing can limit the master's powerful ......"

Omako said to himself: "Is the lich Memi Messi......"

Vasily let go of his sycophants and rode away with Omakoyan.

Omako didn't interrupt Vasily either, after all, he had never heard such a thing before. Although Vasily is rather wordy, these sentences are all repetitive, and there is no creativity or novelty at all. But Omako wasn't tired of listening to it, at least for now, and didn't find him annoying.

Death Illusion, the Lich Memi Messi strokes the dark ball on his chest with both hands, and in the pure black picture, a fairly burly flame war horse is running towards the depths of the Death Illusion. The black-robed man on horseback was constantly releasing coercion on the surroundings, and no creature dared to stop him along the way.

He glanced at the Flame Bone Emperor and the Death Knight, who were also surrounding the Dark Ball, and said, "He's here." ”

The Death Knight's hollow eyes seemed to contain another world. He glanced at the Dark Sphere, which suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist.

Drifting ......