Even though the lichs were dead, their essence in the life box and hidden in unknown places (except for themselves and their mentors), they couldn't help but take a step back when they saw this scene, and some of the undead turned their gaze to the towers suspended above the sea beneath the clouds— That is, the tower of the demigod lich Edelna, Edelna and his disciples did not stay in the tower, but floated in the air, the gray robes unfolded in the sea breeze, and the hood was also opened back, revealing the skeleton of Bai Sensen, and the dark red soul fire floating in their eye sockets, they could not tell who was Edelna among the dozens of gloomy shadows, but they all bowed their heads respectfully. There is no place where he can speak with strength more than in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and when it comes to intrigues, although the lich can be said to be the wisest of the wise, but just look at the fact that even if Edelle has been crazy for hundreds of years, it is still his enemies who have perished, not him, and no one can even stop him from eventually becoming a demigod lich - sometimes, the lichs will suspect that people think that Edair is crazy, but they can't see his plans and stratagems.

The island that once housed the tower of Ederna had broken and been silenced by a cacophony of cacophony, its remaining pedestal had become a pillar for the bone dragon to crawl out of the whirlpool from the depths, and the hook claw that the lich had seen was only a small part of it, one of the five wing phalanxes, which was located at the top of the membranous wing, and was as short as a human thumb relative to the other fingers compared to the other wing phalanx— First the smallest wing phalanx on the left, then the right side, then the dragon's skull and long neck bones, and along with the sternum appeared above the water the other four wing phalanxes, followed by the shoulder blades, sternum, vertebrae, metacarpals...... And finally the coccyx, which stood on a reef as narrow as it was, raised its skull and let out a silent roar towards the bright magical galaxy.

All the undead felt a tremor from their spirits rather than their bodies, and a few of the lichs couldn't even maintain their concentration and slipped off the shattered ice into the sea, but no one would laugh at them - the lichs remained silent about a powerful man, not only Ederna, but also the fallen silver dragon Frost White, one of the founders of the Seventy-Seven Islands.

Edairna looked down from the sky, no one knew what the crazy Edairna was thinking, and perhaps no one would ever know, but Ederna was sure that he would still be attracted to his former lover Frost White when he saw her again—whether it was a huge silver dragon with complete scales and strong muscles, or a tall and beautiful female swordsman, or a bone dragon that symbolized darkness and evil, it was like a magnet attracting iron powder, he couldn't control himself at all, and he didn't want to control it— Although he is only a poor vertebrae now...... Eight soul gems glittered in the joints of the bones, one of them looked the darkest, the frost-white soul imprisoned inside, she was the most precious food, and it was also the deepest memorial that Edal had left for herself, once again as a living person, but now, this soul would be released, once again becoming Edelle's most powerful arm.

The body of the demigod lich unfurled, and the crimson one of the eight gems made a slight noise, just as the island collapsed in the bone-dragon body, and it also shattered completely when the dragon's soul returned to this plane, and the lich only saw a sudden burst of dazzling silver light in the dark sky, accompanied by the "frost white" that Eder gave at the end of the spell The impact of the bone dragon's roar was more intense than the roar of the bone dragon before it, and the protective spells on their bodies flickered like sunlight and fluorescent light in this light, and then they were destroyed one by one—they had to fall into the sea, teleport themselves farther away, or hide back into their towers. The disciples beside Eder were no exception.

"Edai...... Erna ......"

The demigod lich raised his head, the loss of a soul gem, made him feel a strange weakness, in the face of a powerful bone dragon, this weakness turned into a sense of fear and oppression, the cold dragon power completely enveloped him, it seemed that in just an instant, his broken body and life box would be completely destroyed under the blow of the bone dragon- If it was the embodiment of some god here, it might have trembled as well, but Ederna was genuinely delighted, and he stretched out his emotional tentacles around the bone dragon like a net, and the bone dragon opened its eyes— More accurately, it ignited the soul fire in the socket of the black hole, as a silver dragon that once stood in the camp of goodness, even if she has become a fallen bone dragon, her soul fire is still wrapped around countless silver-white silk threads, just like the ones that Edelle once deliberately kept. They ensured that the silver dragon would not be torn apart in the first place by a thousand years of captivity, use, or even devouring.

"You're still ...... "The voice of the bone dragon is like thunder echoing in the clouds, the pronunciation of the dragon's language is already loud and long, and the vocal organ in the crack of the bone can turn her voice into a terrifying weapon, but unfortunately she is not facing a human," Edair, the despicable dragonborn. ”

"Long time no see," replied Edair, in contrast to her, his voice full of nostalgia and nostalgia, "my love, though it is hard to say that you are still the same, but to me you will always be as beautiful as snow under the stars." ”

"Thou hast betrayed me," cried the bone dragon as if wailing, "twice, Edherna, do you think your sweet words can still confuse me? I have been imprisoned by you, deprived of my freedom and my sanity, but I remember well how I was devoured by you— Edherna, I am in great pain, very, for a thousand years, and I have sworn countless times that I will find out your life box and extract your essence, and I will burn you with fire for a thousand years, and corrupt you with acid for another thousand years, imprison you with ice for a thousand years, and then use my teeth...... Fortunately, I still have teeth, and I have grinded your bones finely for a thousand years. ”

"Ahh "There is no more fiery love than this, my dear," said Edelna

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The otherworldly soul who was still busy working as a warlock and a milk rider at the same time in the fortress of Cape Fortress certainly did not know what a terrible encounter was taking place in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and he cast a levitation spell for himself, and after the collapse of the walls, he and the casters of Krefa created a magical defense line in time, and the undead soldiers who would threaten and frighten mortals were just innocuous gadgets for them, "The key is the golems." One of his warlocks flew up to him and reported, "They are hardly afraid of magic, and the mere slings and flames don't seem to affect their movements." The black-haired dragonborn nodded, these golems are not only not afraid of magic, and various means of defense other than magic, they also have the same intelligence as humans, as well as the coordination of their movements - you know, ordinary golems, especially human-shaped golems, are difficult to move as freely and flexibly as a real human, and always have some rigidity and rigidity that belong to inorganic magical creations, which is why Golems such as Alva Mage always give golems some animal limbs. However, these are quite difficult to spot on the Black Iron Golems of the Falun Army, and if magic had made everything in the area smaller, one might think that some humans in black iron armor were comically attacking a city that resembled a dollhouse.

"It's unreasonable for Gundam to appear in the High Magic World. The otherworldly spirit muttered as he saw a black iron golem drawing its broadsword (proportional to his size) at its side, sending the two unlucky griffinx and the knight on their backs flying. Fortunately, these knights were accompanied by mages, who barely escaped, and the griffin cunningly folded its wings and allowed itself and the dragonborn to fall in order to paralyze and avoid the enemy, but to its surprise, the black iron golem's eyes followed them, and the hand that did not hold the broadsword lifted it and accurately grasped them, and the next moment, the light of blood and magic burst out from the giant metal palm, the blood came from the eagle-headed sphinx, and their owner, along with the mage, was protected by a defensive spell, but their luck did not seem to last long, very quickly, the glowing orb in the golem's palm began to dim and blur - a precursor to the imminent failure of the spell.

The man in the Black Iron Golem smiled, a man who was both a strong warrior and a despicable assassin, and though he was left with only a bare soul, the warlock who had pulled them out of their shells as a delicious bait to inspire and comfort them told them that if they could perfectly carry out the orders of the Messenger, they would have had all that they might not have had when they were alive— yes, he remembered that he was dead, and he thought he would come to a barren field as the bard described, and try to listen to the possible calls— He remembered that he seemed to have made a sacrifice to Musk, the god of thieves, but he also often sacrificed to Musk, the god of conspiracy, for some tricky task, or Woking, the god of wealth, and even worshipped Ilmot, the god of suffering, when his purse was drained by prostitutes and taverns, but that was to disguise himself as a leper, and he prayed to those gods? He didn't remember it very well, after all, as an orphan, a wanderer, a deserter, an independent, unaffiliated assassin with no union, he was not destined to really believe in a god— He was also worried that he would be taken away by the devil and demons as prey, and he was also afraid that he would be nailed to the high wall of the god of death as a hypocrite, but he never thought that after the darkness brought by death disappeared, he would be able to return to the world of the living, although he came as a messenger of death, but when he was still a living person, didn't he take the lives of others for gold coins and beauty?

He wouldn't mind being the core of the Dark Golem, and really, he liked it, human arrows and swords, or rather, no weapon, including the tiny trebuchets, could hurt his current body, and after losing the pain and other sensations, only the splatters of flesh and the loud wails of human death could satisfy him - behold, even the caster he once needed to be so respectful was nothing more than a small worm in the palm of his hand, with a slight pinch......

The soul in the Black Iron Golem was dazed, and just as he was about to end the intimidation, clench his palms, and destroy these talented people he hated...... It's gone. As soon as the mage in the palm of his hand found an opportunity, he slammed open a scroll and cast a spell that tossed him high into the air, along with the creatures in the cast range, into the air beyond the city walls, and then fell into the sea, but the water was warm and safe compared to the cold palm of the golem.

The otherworldly soul withdrew its finger from pointing at the Golem, and his magic only eliminated one of the Golem's arms and not all of them, but if the Golem was really a human soul as it thought, the black-haired Dragonborn turned to a black iron golem that was climbing the third wall, and it flinched subtly in front of the flames summoned by the spell, and it was clear that the flames could not damage it at all- If there is indeed a human inside, it can only be said that he still retains the nature of a human being, and it is difficult for anyone not to flinch when the flames are blowing in his face. It's just that it doesn't happen too often, and as these golems get used to their new bodies, they only become more difficult to deal with, more ferocious and fearless.

As a psychic warlock, the Otherworldly Soul can easily destroy the soul in the Golem, but when the Golem has already exceeded the number of fingers on both hands, it chooses another spell. A golem paused on the way to climb the city wall, and then began to frantically attack the black iron golem and the Falun soldiers around it, the battle line of Falun suddenly became chaotic, but after this golem destroyed another of its kind, its movements became sluggish, and contradictory, at this time, the people of Falun had also noticed its abnormality, as if receiving some order, the black iron golem after leveling the first and second walls of the Bi Cape Embankment, and then successively withdrew from the range that the defenders could attack。

Only the tireless dead were still pouring up the walls, trying to tear the flesh from the bodies of the living, but as Cremar had arranged, the arrows of the Fortress had been soaked in the water affected by its blood, just as he had done in the White Tower, and his blood, or rather, the surging pure positive energy, even diluted by the water, was enough to be the nemesis of these undead, and they fell to the ground like a human encountering a poisonous arrow, and they fell to the ground without moving.