In the dark space, Cassel had never felt so lonely, and at the moment when Li Zhen disappeared, the surging memories were like a river against the current, constantly echoing in his mind.

He is like a wild dog in the water, trying his best to climb but never have a boundary.

There is no time, no space, the most mysterious realm of nothingness, the resting place of the soul.

"Li Zhenshuo will come back!", Cassel muttered to himself, more to give himself hope that he would not disappear in nothingness.

As the master of the body, Li Zhenshu was able to gain control for a short time, but only for a few tenths of a second.

A few tenths of a second, just a respite.

There was no flow in the Void Realm, and the terrible thing was that there was no breath, and Cassel was scared, and the figure in the darkness that he had never looked down on had never appeared.

"No, let me out!", Cassel struggled desperately, his body puffing up with a beige light, but the light just bloomed a little before it was swallowed up by the darkness.

I can only look at everything outside helplessly.

Emerald Ridge, bone meal is all over the sky.

The completely shattered bone meal was thin and misty, like a thick fog, impossible to catch, but it was real, and it drilled into it along the eyes, nostrils, and throat of every living being.

Vomit!

Qi Qi knelt on the ground, his fingers clasped around his throat, as if he wanted to detain his soul alive.

Gee!

A hint of a smile hung on the corner of Li Zhen's mouth, looking down on the untouchables who could not resist.

Matt smiled confidently, he had obtained everything that belonged to Cassel, and as a newly rising prophet of light, his sacrifice, he had earned the trust of Naozu.

The body was slowly drying up, but there was no pain, but a little moaning of pleasure.

Servant!

Servant of the Undead Sovereign!

Matt quickly adjusted to this new identity, and the god-level brilliance slowly flowed overhead, condensing into a golden realm of gods.

In the realm, there are strange flowers and plants, but at this moment they are withering, and the gods suspended in the air are like frightened beasts, and the eyes that exist inside are fleeing, and behind each god is followed by a sickle with a skull.

Woohoo!

The whistling sound of the scythe was unusually sharp, the god flashed, the god's head fell to the ground, and the black scythe was like a bee that had completed the task of collecting honey, gathering together towards the center.

"The Illuminati will fall, and everything will be reduced to never-ending darkness!", Matt raised his bare arm and began a new prophecy, "Every living being will be honored for himself, condense a new kingdom with faith, and welcome the return of the great undead monarch!"

The bare arms have been completely turned into dry bones, and the country of light that has been dragged up has completely turned into a sea of death, with severed gods, broken temples, and the rain of death in the kingdom is constantly falling.

"My disciples, let you go to the realm of faith!", as the voice fell, a vain figure appeared on the Empire of Light, but a streamer of light instantly entered the realm and evolved into a radiant statue of a god.

The pure statue of light, before it was formed, had been pierced through the heart by a skull scythe, and it was instantly black.

"No, let me go!"

"I don't want to perish, light bless!"

The screams of all his might were completely blocked, leaving only the shell of the lost mind, the whole sky, endless faith, madly pounced on Matt's realm of death.

Beneath the loss of faith are the soulless shells, which are pieces of luxuriously dressed armies, blindly marching towards the Emerald Ridge.

Jie's body was also withering, the cells were trembling at a high frequency, and a trace of strange black blood seeped out of the pores, drying up in an instant, and a new layer of blood was covered on it.

In the air, a touch of reddish-brown blood was flowing quietly.

A strong god-level momentum, like a scorching sun, burst out.

"Welcome, my servant!", Naozu smiled with satisfaction.

On top of the countless corpses, the flesh and blood exploded, turning into the blood and qi that filled the sky, like a waterfall, all poured into Jie's body.

Jie's eyes were very calm, and he disappeared into the blood flow column after a simple struggle, and instantly transcended from an ordinary creature to a powerful god rank.

Like a blood demon, he stood quietly behind Nao Zu.

But what is more feared is the daughter of Smai, Nolan, who smiles in the distance.

Her pupils had completely turned into glass, and inside the glass was a strange world of thousands of beasts, as if a small world was forming like Matt.

Her body was also drying up rapidly, and the breath of life on her body had long since disappeared.

But there was a dark temptation emanating from this woman, and in the infinite temptation, a black-brown wing was suddenly stretched out.

Like a fallen angel, no, it should be a fallen swan, smiling and absorbing the broken souls around his body.

Holy Order!

The change of breath was only in an instant, Nolan chuckled, and with Xiao Zheng, the soul wandering on the wasteland instantly broke away from the body and went into exile.

Banshee of Death!

Nolan, who is flying in the air, has long been without the pride of Smai, and has completely transformed into a new race, the Banshee of Death!

Faith, flesh, soul, and everything a creature had been carved up by the slaves of Naozu, and in the end only the skeleton remained.

Prime!

After being absorbed by the slaves, he left the most essence of Naozu.

Waving his arms helplessly, his body slowly turned into powder, becoming part of this bone pillar.

The merchant, the ogre, the banshee, the pig, the bullhead, every creature is retching, every one is afraid.

Naozu did not deprive them of their lives.

But no one felt lucky, for an undead monarch, there could be no living thing left at all, and everything in front of him was more like preparing for the final sacrifice.

The entire continent of Isinger is shrinking towards the center like a catastrophic one.

Everyone blindly looked at the bone storm overhead, it was too sudden.

This was originally just an election meeting of an ordinary merchant alliance, how could it be so desperate.

I couldn't help but look at Li Zhenshu, the man who brought them a miracle, and at this moment he was becoming the leader in destroying the entire disaster.

Fear, fear, trembling!

"Li Zhenshu's favorite thing!", Whale Tavern, Morel kept repeating this sentence in his mouth, and the whole room had been turned over by him more than a dozen times, but now she was not sure what Li Zhenshu's favorite was.

Map, map of the whole continent!

Coffee, or fruit wine?

Morel shook his head, and suddenly saw a crumpled journal under the chaise longue.

Caucasian Codex!

Li Zhenshudder's thing that never left his body, how could he pull under the chair, "This is?", Morel picked it up, and it recorded the essay of the former king of the Caucasus, which was useless at all.

The only one who can save everything is Li Zhenshu, Morel has never doubted this concept, since he came to Emerald Ridge, he has firmly pinned everything on this man.

Everyone looked at the door of the Whale Tavern, and Morel's appearance seemed to bring a touch of life to despair.

"Morel!", Matt smiled faintly, "give me your faith!", the whole overturned realm of death was hanging overhead, it was a bewitching banshee.

Morel didn't resist, she didn't have the means to resist, she let faith flow into the realm, but her palms clutched the Caucasian Codex, her eyes swept over Matt, Jay, and Nolan, her eyes full of surprise.

If this continent really wants to perish, she would rather die with Li Zhenshu.

Let the monstrous ferocity envelop him, and walk towards Li Zhenshu step by step.

Everyone stared at this woman, and the power of the sky seemed to be gone, Matt's faith devoured, Jay's absorbed blood, Nolan's soul bite, everything was completely blocked.

"Boss, your thing!"

Morel held the Codex aloft aloft and placed all her trust in it.

Li Zhen's gray eyes trembled, a hint of clarity appeared, and he looked down at the folded codex.

The storm of bones that covered the entire wasteland instantly stopped.

Rustling!

The wind energy faded, and the bone meal fell like fine sand, falling on everyone's heads.

"It's okay!", everyone asked, confused.

"Morel!", Li Zhen shouted softly.

"Hmm!", Morel responded in surprise, the voice was his familiar Li Zhenshu.

Touch!

Under everyone's direct gaze, Lee's trembling hand pierced straight through the position of Moraire's heart.