"Is it over?"

Standing on the ice field shrouded in darkness, looking at the white lotus flowers that bloomed from death, the creator of this world was asking himself.

The sinners who had harmed her brother had been eliminated, but Karene was confused, knowing that from now on, she and her brother might be homeless. Whether in life or after death, the legion under the command of Jack Morlaison is a well-disciplined and victorious army, so as to lead the legion to victory after victory, so the iron discipline will never forgive anyone who violates it.

Karene understands her fate, but she has no regrets, and she will dare to do anything for Charles's sake.

However, Kalian's emotion did not last long, as a strange feeling swept over her mind.

Immediately after, countless huge ice condensed white lotus flowers in front of him cracked one by one, no, it was the whole world that cracked.

Before she had time to surprise Kalian, the "realm" she created - the White Lotus Ice Purgatory, was like a fragile glass that shattered and fell apart.

"How, how could it be ......?"

Back in the original scorched black woods, Karen looked indifferently at the qiē in front of her, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. And what made her even more unbelievable was that the four figures in front of her should have been instantly drained of the water in their bodies and died when the White Lotus Ice Purgatory unfolded, and it was impossible for them to appear in front of her unscathed like now.

Not only the four personal guards, but even the deposed "ghost assassin" Blair was unable to lie in place, challenging her self-esteem and nerves.

What the hell is going on?

"Are you confused?" Tegar saw Kalian's surprise hiding under the helmet of the horns, "though the Lich King has warned us that when fighting the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, we must end the fight before they summon the Doomsday Pony, or we will be in trouble." But it's just some 'troubles'. ”

The cross-shaped magic array tattoo on the left side of Tegar's face is glowing dark red, and it seems that some contract has been fulfilled.

"What have you done, how can the commander give us a light ......?"

"What's impossible?" Tegar raised his hand, and a large black object appeared in his hand.

It was a very large pitch-black scythe, and the sharp blade that shimmered with cold light seemed to hide some powerful mysterious power, and the iron hook and chain that should have been in the hand were gone.

No, the hooks and chains have not disappeared, they have only changed their form and become the scythe itself. Because there are the same energy fluctuations in the scythe as the original iron hook.

Karene seemed to see a clue: "The commander said that only one person on the island of death is qualified to hold a black scythe, is this a ......?"

"I know what you're trying to say, unfortunately you guessed wrong. My scythe is not a 'cut-off' from the Lich King's master. However, my scythe is made from a part of the 'Split', and with the consent of the adults, this scythe can directly connect with the 'Split' and directly connect with the long-range soul, gaining the same abilities as the 'Split'. Tegar proudly explained his scythe to his enemies. This seems to be the reason why Xiao Jina called him an "impostor" before.

"Remote Soul Connection!" Karen's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed to feel something familiar with the term.

"Do you remember something?" Bernard Shaw continued, "it's the same principle that you can use 'domains.'" Madam, with your own strength simply not enough to reach the level of comprehension of the 'realm', you are the one who uses the key called 'Doomsday Doom' to connect with the Death Knight from a distance and use the spiritual power of your commander to expand the 'realm'. ”

"No...... How do you know these things?" Karene leaned back slightly, although she was covered by her helmet, it was conceivable that her expression at this time must have been like a girl who had been stripped naked and watched miserably.

"How do we know? ridiculous. The Lich King never fights battles that he is not sure of. Before we acted, my lord had already reported to us about your four horsemen of the apocalypse. You know pretty much about the stunts, strength levels, personalities, and weaknesses that each of you uses. Tegar continued, "You don't have any chance of winning from the start, because all of your abilities are targeted by us, including Doomsday and the 'Realm', which you consider to be your last hole card. This scythe of mine, no, is the Lich King's 'renunciation', capable of severing the soul connection between you and the Death Knight. In the final analysis, your so-called 'realm' is only a borrowed power, not your own strength, and once the connection with the energy source is broken, your fragile 'realm' will naturally collapse itself. ”

"You are lying! How could the connection between me and the commander be severed by a broken sickle? Pay the price for your nonsense!" Karen, who refused to accept the facts, reined in the reins of her horse in a rage.

"Hiss......" she stepped off her mount, the Dark Pegasus soaring into the air with its front hooves and wings spread out in a charging gesture as a massive amount of ice magic spread out along the wings.

But before the Darkbolts could rush forward, Tegar swung his scythe forward.

Although there was a twenty-meter gap between the Scythe and the Darkbolts, the Darkbolts hissed in pain as if they had been cut off by the waist, and then vanished into a black mist. Forced to stand on the ground on her feet, the black mist gathered into her hands and reverted to the form of a horse's head pendant. Karen called out to the dark horse from within, but there was no response, and it seemed that within two days, she would not be able to summon Doomsday Crossing again.

"Do you believe it now?" Tegar said to Karen, smugly, "Not only the Lich King, but also the Vampire Prince, who recently fell to the Middle Court, has a secret weapon in his hand to restrain the Doomsday Pony. ”

"What's the use of talking so much? This time I have to chop her up, and no one is allowed to interfere. With that, Emilia stuck out her little tongue and exaggeratedly licked the blood-stained kitchen knife.

"Whatever. George Bernard Shaw spread his hands and said he had no opinion.

"Bastards, you guys die!"

The other party's contemptuous attitude made Karen feel deeply insulted, and the terrifying murderous aura and cold magic in her body were released more and more intensely. Although she can't use Doomsday and Realm, the Coffin of Silence that sucks magic like a black hole has all been destroyed, and she can use her magic freely, and with the spear and her brother's soul back in her hands, Karen no longer has any scruples, which makes her feel that she still has an advantage.

But just as she was about to launch the icy spear condensed on the spear, a forgotten enemy finally went into action.

"Gurgle, coo, coo......"

The white-robed, long-haired strange man, who had not spoken or moved at all, suddenly let out a series of mutters as thin as mosquitoes that could not be heard, and at the same time, his arms, which were wrapped in long sleeves, also opened slightly outward.

The Ice Spear was fired with fire, but none of them hit the target.

To be precise, the goal does not exist at all.

In the vast woods, Karen found herself standing alone.

And her enemies are long gone. Karin couldn't even remember when those people had disappeared.

Karin wandered and wandered alone in the woods, trying to find a way out, but she had to return to the same place, always going around in circles.

"What is this place?" asked Karen herself.

She had even forgotten what she had come here for, and the great battle that had taken place before.

......

The white-robed, long-haired stranger slowly lowered his arm.

"Well done, worthy of the 'Netherworld Corridor' Sariktin. The timing of this move, 'Ghost Hitting the Wall', was just right. The woods would be the grave of the woman, who would never be able to get out until she finally turned to dust. George Bernard Shaw complimented the white-robed, long-haired stranger.

"What's the good thing? Don't look at how much we've dragged on?Sariktin, you've taken too long to prepare for this magic. Tegar was slightly dissatisfied.

"Wait, you're saying that woman will never come out? No, I haven't taken her entrails yet. Sariktin, get her out of here. Emilia crossed her waist and raised her head, making a stinky face at the white-robed long-haired stranger, the Nether Corridor.

The left eye, which peeked out of the gap in his hair, glanced down at the little girl standing in front of him, but did not respond to her.

"Forget it, Amilia. Tegar said to the little girl covered in blood, "The Lich King has instructed us to stop the battle with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and not to put the relationship between the Isle of Death and the city-state of Nairo against each other. You stop fooling around. Uh, yes......"

Tegar suddenly let out a few strange screams, only to see the red light on the cross-shaped magic circle on his left face suddenly brighten, and then suddenly disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, the scythe in his hand was gone, and Tegar's head, the skin and muscles of his hands exposed outside his clothes, quickly weathered, and then disappeared, and in less than a few seconds, he turned into a skeleton in a black robe, and fell to the ground with a "swish", unable to move.

"This is the price of borrowing from adults to 'give up', every time you use it, you will lose **. Tygar, that's all you impostor. George Bernard Shaw mocks his boneless companion and retaliates for his repeated nickname of "Dead Shorty".

"Without further ado, take me back to recover my body. Tegar's voice came from inside the skull.

"Okay. Wait until I'll recycle the garbage first. ”

With that, George Bernard Shaw walked up to Blair, picked up the crippled assassin by the waist, and threw him into a coffin that had been summoned at some point.

Five days later.

The same charred woods.

The traces of the great battle that took place five days ago seem to have been washed away by the heavy rain of last night.

In the damp mud, a series of shoe prints from boots appeared, stretching from the edge of the woods to the spot where the battle had taken place five days earlier.

At the end of the shoe print is a handsome young man in a black robe with beautiful black hair.

"Trapped by the magic 'ghost hitting the wall', no one can escape, and no outsider can crack it, even your commander can't, there are only two people in the world who can crack the 'ghost hitting the wall', one is the caster of this magic, and the other person is the main seat. The Lich King Callowen said into the air, "If you've been reflecting on it these days, be ready for a new challenge." ”

The Lich King lightly stretched out his right hand and summoned the scythe, the symbol of supremacy on the Isle of the Dead