The terrifying arcane fire is coming,

The dark sky was rendered a dark blue and deep purple, and the vast black canopy of death dissolved under the burning of the arcane fire, forming one hollow after another. The breath of death that permeated the air, along with the undead creatures in the ghost, was burned by the raging arcane fire in the blink of an eye, and there was not much left.

The entire ghost snake made of the resentment and death qi in the mass grave began to burst open, and countless death elements that were built into this ghost snake were burned to the air the moment they came into contact with the arcane fire.

These seemingly flames are actually highly condensed and shaped by arcane energy through special rituals to form arcane fires, which are extremely violent and dangerous, and can easily destroy all kinds of xenomorphic energies and destroy the laws of the elements.

Therefore, even if the Lord of the Arcane Fire borrows them to advance, he needs to be especially careful when facing these terrifying things, otherwise he may accidentally play himself to death, and there have been two legendary Arcane Lords who have fallen under the Arcane Fire before.

After all, this thing can be said to have been specially created by mages, and it is used as a killer weapon against the Supreme Divine Court, and it will not work if the power is small.

It's just that, in the face of the overwhelming oncoming terrifying arcane fire, the skull sitting on the throne of bones let out a strange laugh, and said disdainfully, "Let me not even have scum left?" Alphath, you are still as talkative as before, has your head been burned by the arcane fire?"

As he spoke, Bane stepped forward, a jagged strip of earthy yellow linen rags that seemed to be torn apart, suddenly floated out of his empty black robes, and then clenched into his empty palm.

Bane looked at the arcane fire in the sky, caressing the tattered linen in his palm, and the orange soul fire in his eyes emitted a dazzling light.

"Didn't you Mage Alliance always want to know what we had in the hands of Pale Grey Flame? ”

As he spoke, in Bane's empty palm, the worn-out earthy linen quietly opened.

Countless dense ant-like words crawled on the linen, and with the swimming of the words, one after another dull blood scabs appeared from the linen, and finally covered the entire linen, dyeing the original earthy yellow into black and red.

With a faint scent, the remnants of a corpse tightly wrapped in a shroud slowly emerged from it.

The remnants of the corpses are so majestic, sacred, terrifying, and vast that human words are incomparably scarce at this moment, and they cannot describe the greatness of the remnants that emerge from the shroud.

Alpha stared at the afterimage that suddenly appeared, and in a trance, countless information images directly broke through the soul protection of a legendary mage and projected on his soul.

The arcane fire in the sky fell one after another with his stagnation, splashing down in the ghost, but he had no time to care about it at the moment, endless fear filled his heart, even as a legendary mage, a master of arcane fire who was incomparably powerful in the eyes of billions of living beings.

But at this moment, he was scared, frightened, and there was only one thought in his heart that kept rolling.

"It's going to die, it's going to die. ”

He stayed where he was, and countless chaotic pictures of the future suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, but the final ending of each scene ended with his fall, no matter how he tried all kinds of methods, exhausted the spell props, but in the end it was still difficult to escape the end of the fall, as if his death had become a predetermined ending, and there was no second possibility.

"No, it can't be, how could I die here!!"

"This is by no means my end, if there is, it is just a mistake, I will change it from the root!"

Alphath roared in despair, and the scattered arcane fire writhed wildly with his roar, eventually forming a huge funnel-shaped vortex of blue and purple. The whirlpool continued to turn, and the terrifying arcane fire fluctuated violently in it, completely reducing all objects that dared to approach it into nothingness.

The entire ghost snake was completely disintegrated under the attraction of the arcane energy vortex, countless undead creatures were completely reduced to nothingness under the ravages of the arcane fire, and the death power that permeated the entire region was also burned by the arcane fire, and even the protective spells arranged by the mages on the edge of the mass grave in the Kloto Mountains were overwhelmed, and gradually began to appear in the void.

"No, that's how you end, Alphath. When you step in here today, your death is sealed. Standing behind the figure in front of the Shroud, the Soul Lord Bane laughed unbridledly, "Do you think your arrival here today was just an accident? ”

"You are destined to fall here today, to be a sacrifice for the return of the Grey Dead. ”

As Bane spoke, the figure emerging from the mysterious shroud pointed at the swirling arcane fire that was expanding and erupting.

"Decree: Death!"

With a majestic voice resounding in Alpha's heart, in an instant, these arcane fires filled with power that could not resist instantly turned into speckled crystals and fell to the ground, and there was no longer the slightest sense of rage and terror before, as if the living creature had died in an instant, completely losing its vitality.

Bane looked at the crystal that had fallen to the ground and then stopped caring about it, but stared closely at the phantom figure that came out of the shroud, and the orange-red soul fire kept flickering in his eyes, showing that it was excited at the moment.

"It's time to welcome you back. ”

Bane suddenly opened his arms and whispered an ancient incantation, and the endless power of death burst out from his body, removing it from a brilliant and burning gem set in the center of the crystal skull, pulling it in front of the shroud, and then dissolving in an instant, turning into an endless ash of ashes and falling on the shroud, and then slowly seeping into it like water.

The constantly swimming characters on the Shroud quickly swirled, and a pale gray flame burned throughout the Shroud.

Gradually, as the gray flames continued to burn, the shroud that was originally covered with blood scabs gradually turned into gray-white ashes and floated down, and a mysterious and profound power was transmitted from it, gradually winding around the afterimage not far away, making his breath deeper and more terrifying and more clear and vivid.

By the time the Shroud had completely turned to ashes, the afterimage in front of him had changed dramatically.

He is like a god walking on earth, full of unspeakable dignity and immensity, and in the midst of turmoil, it makes people want to kneel in His brilliance.

It's just that Bane on the side didn't care about these at all, and after staring at the phantom in front of him nakedly for a while, he muttered a little dissatisfied.

"Sure enough, it is still too expensive to directly erase the existence of a legend, resulting in the phantom of Adrus still failing to condense into substance, and I don't know if this will affect the return of the dead country?"

"But it has reached this point, and there is no way back, our pale gray flame plan for hundreds of years depends on whether it can be realized now. ”

Thinking of this, Bane directly let go of all the distractions in his heart, directly controlled the phantom of the former god of the underworld, Adrus, and began to call for the gray dead country sleeping in the River Styx.

The strange and mysterious sound of incantations began to spread from the shadows, from nothingness to reality, from low to vast, and the sound of incantations like the call of the dead began to slowly echo throughout the broken ghost.

The surviving remnants of the undead followed the spell and rushed over desperately, whether it was a skeleton with only half of their bodies left, or a zombie dragging a large amount of rotten entrails leaking outside, they all rushed to the deepest part of the mass grave like a pilgrimage, knelt at the feet of the afterimage, and then contributed everything they had.

Both soul and body.

In the midst of the call of an ancient and eerie incantation.

An inverted triangular pyramid that continued to burn with eternal flames slowly emerged in the ghost of pale ash floating in the sky, and it was difficult to reveal itself in this world.

As soon as the pyramid square appeared, countless relief patterns carved on the surface seemed to come to life. They struggled and screamed, trying to escape their fate in the tributaries of the River Styx, and to escape from it and return to the real world.

It's just that it's not an easy thing to do.

The tributaries of the River Styx still bind most of the existence of this pyramid to their own rivers, constantly wrestling with the remnants of Adrus, even if this wrestling is only the inertia of the River Styx, even if this constant flow is only a small and remote tributary of the River Styx, but this is still not something that the remnants of a god of the gods can easily do.

It would take a lot of power for Him to pull this Death Nation out of the River Styx.

At the same time, at the time of Alpha's fall, the mage's temporary sanctuary was located in the half-plane.

At the huge round table, a group of mages whose magic power was no weaker than that of Alpha suddenly paused, and the entire meeting was suddenly filled with a depressing atmosphere.

"Alpha has fallen. After a few moments, a white-robed mage on the left side of the table suddenly spoke, "I no longer feel any traces of his living existence, including the Horcruxes he once left behind, and they died with him the moment he fell. ”

"All of his defining traces of presence in this world have shown that he has been thoroughly defined as dead, and even my attempts to resurrect him with the Miracle Wishing Stone have been impossible. ”

"The power of death?" asked another mage sitting not far from him.

"Yes, on this planet, apart from the Supreme Court, only the power of death can do this, and I think Bane should have already started their plans

, began to call for the return of the former dead country to reality. So, what do we do now?"

As soon as the white-robed mage's words fell, the mages in the meeting couldn't wait to express their opinions.

"The Dead Kingdom will never be allowed to return again, otherwise what is the point of what we did in the beginning, even if only the power of death on this planet can barely compete with the Supreme Divine Court, but this cannot allow them to return again, unless Pale Gray Flame is willing to further share with us the power left over from the ancient Grim Reaper, we will never allow another organization to stand on the head of our mage. ”

"Second, since the exile of the Dead Nation to the present, we have already lost eleven legendary mages, and unless they agree to our original conditions, this is absolutely impossible. ”

"What's more, didn't we have expected this situation? ”

"Well, let's continue with our original plan, and we can't let them run away so easily this time. The white-robed mage looked at the leaders of the mages present and directly made the final decision.