As the ruler of the undead plane under the scorched earth plane, although this skeleton king rushed with all his might, it was not so easy to cross the border, especially within the plane.

Compared to the Barlow Flame Demon Lord Mordron and the Abyss Worm Lord, he arrived much later, but he finally caught up, and it was still in the battle stalemate, and when he was needed the most, he arrived!

The dark gaze swept over, and the Bone King had already understood the situation of the battlefield, and after only a moment of hesitation, he made a choice.

At this moment, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly expanded, and purple flames came out directly from the corners of his eyes, and formed the appearance of a crown on the top of his head, and his pale and stiff, frozen face for thousands of years brought a solemn look, that is, in this solemnity, he spoke.

Because of the nature of the undead, the undead language sounds like a series of hoarse voices that rise and fall, which can make the space oscillate when surging, and whisper like the whispers of insects and beasts, inaudible, but no matter which one it is, it is enough to shock the soul.

As the spell progressed, hundreds of thousands of newborn undead souls surrounded the Bone King, silent, no longer waving their bone wings, no longer roaring in restlessness, they were stagnant in mid-air, as if they had lost their souls.

In fact, from another angle, no matter whether they are powerful or not, their souls are drifting little by little, as if forming a line, towards the sky, swallowed by an inexplicable existence.

This is a sacrifice!

There were no clouds, no stagnant water, but inexplicably there was rain falling, this rain hit the bones, hit the magma, hit the River Styx, hit the defense field, like a phantom, through the body, without any effect, but it is this strange rain that connects the city, actually giving people a feeling of pouring rain.

It's a vision!

So, between the hands of the Bone King, clusters of miserable white flames burned, and a spear appeared in the shadow.

This is really just an ordinary standard spear, no matter how long or short it is, it is no different from the spear used in the human kingdom, and even, it seems that because of improper preservation, the body of the spear is still stained with rust, as if it has been buried in the soil for decades and just dug up.

But at this moment, being able to be summoned by the Bone King with such a great deal of effort can show that he is extraordinary.

This is a genuine level 10 spell - summoning - the spear of Lang Crossbow Kith.

Nine-level taboo, tenth-level God Butcher.

Level 10 spells are spells that can really deal damage to gods and legends, and the spear of Lang Crossbow Keis is a legendary god-killing weapon, a terrifying spear that has slaughtered more than one god.

Its ordinary style represents the once mundane origin, but the speckled spots on its body represent the glory of the God Butcher.

Each of its appearances ends with the fall of a god or legend, the rise of a hero, and its existence warns every god that they are no more powerful than ants.

In the Age of the Gods, there was an alliance of gods who tried to destroy the spear, but they ultimately failed, and since then, the gods have generally believed that it is a weapon belonging to the community of the world, the manifestation of the will of the Great Plane, and is dedicated to dealing with gods or legends who deviate from their own trajectory.

This is also a terrifying existence that is not known for its owner, and the weapon itself is enough to deter the heroes, and now, this Bone King actually summoned this god-killing spear with a secret method.

The spell was surprisingly long, especially when the souls of the undead were devoured and countless bones were scattered, the Bone King had to summon his clones and summon more undead subordinates from his own plane as sacrificial items.

After an hourglass, the Bone King finally ended the spell, and at this moment his heart was dripping blood, and for the sacrifice, he not only paid millions of his subordinates, but also broke his chest and took out half of his heart to complete this spell.

But looking at the rusty spear in his hand, he felt that everything was worth it.

I saw that he held his hands in a false position, slowly turned his arms, and after pointing the tip of the spear at the demon slayer in the barrier, he let go and threw it down.

Looking at the action, it seemed that it was still a hot potato, and after throwing it, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and after the spear of Lang Crossbow Keith left his hand, it had turned into a shocking rainbow and fell down.

Rumble!!!

In the earth-shattering loud noise, the defensive force field with the Nine Cities as the node did not lose the slightest bit, but the location of His Majesty the Demon Slayer had already risen from boundless smoke and dust.

The Spear of Lang Crossbow Kith is also known as the Spear of Fate, the Gun of Certainty, and the Gun of Truth. One of its characteristics is that as long as you look at the target, it will directly skip all defenses, all spaces, all dodges, and directly attack the main body.

At this moment, the Baro Flame Demon Lord Mordron had already roared, and the boundless magma poured into his body, directly expanding him into a giant that stood up to the sky, and the giant got up, pulled out half of the terrifying giant sword that matched his size from the magma, rounded it, held it with both hands, and stabbed it.

The Abyssal Worm Lord had leapt out of the River Styx, half of it was like a dragon climbing in mid-air, getting higher and higher, until it had risen to the surface of a terrifying body that had reached thousands of meters, and then swooped down again.

Woowoo......

With a whimpering spatial shattering explosion, the Abyss Worm Lord spun violently, like a huge drill, directly piercing down.

As for the Bone King who had just released the God Slayer spell, he was a little breathless, even if it was him, this kind of spell was not just used, to be exact, if it weren't for the current situation, just the time of holding the spell at that hourglass would be enough for the opponent to kill him thousands of times.

But I have to say that when this spell was used, even his heart, which had been silent for thousands of years, was filled with excitement and pride.

Of course, he didn't move, it didn't mean that his doppelganger didn't move, and under the same mysterious spell, two huge meteorites in the sky broke through the limitations of the plane and the shroud of the necromantic aura, and smashed down with frictional flames.

- Ninth-level spells, meteorites.

There was no communication, no words, but the three Abyssal Lord level powerhouses all seized this best opportunity and launched the final blow after the 'Spear of Lang Crossbow Kith' completed its attack.

At this moment, in the defensive force field, His Majesty Stephen the Demon Slayer raised his head in the smoke and dust that gradually spread outward.

"The spear of Lang Crossbow Kis, as expected, lives up to its name, this blow is strong enough. Ahem......"

At this time, His Majesty Stephen looked extremely embarrassed, his body from the chest and abdomen down had completely disappeared, and although his hands were still inserted into the thread of rules, he felt like a person who had been hanged. The black mist that shrouded his face had vanished, revealing his half-ugly, half-handsome face.

Blood kept coughing up from the corners of his mouth, and blood mixed with gold threads slipped down the corners of his mouth, chin, and neck, and even burned small pits at its scorching temperature when it splashed on the ground.

However, even so, His Majesty Stephen's eyes were still flat, and there seemed to be some relief and comfort in the blandness, and he tilted his head to look at the impending devastating blow, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly, and there was a slight smile.

"This time I may really not be able to live, but after surviving for so long, I'm tired!"

"This time, let me live up to my promise with my life. ”

"My soul will not be destroyed, and I will not stop slaying demons!"

"Burn ...... for me"

Poof......

A cluster of flames suddenly burned above His Majesty's head, faint and small, as if it were a candle flame.

This is the legendary power of the Demon Slayer Throne - the Demon Slayer Candle Flame, which is also formed by the special experience and belief of the Demon Slayer Throne, this fire power is only general for other races, but for demons and abyssal creatures, the lethality is thousands of times greater.

However, His Majesty the Demon Slayer ignited not only this legendary power, but also his own holy soul.

At the height of the legend, the soul has condensed into an entity, called the Holy Soul, even if the body is destroyed, the Holy Soul alone can survive for countless years, as long as you are willing, any god in the divine country, regardless of faith, the Holy Soul can mix with the position of a divine envoy.

But now, His Majesty Stephen burned his Holy Soul and used it as fuel to throw himself into the Candle of Annihilation.

As a result, His Majesty Stephen, the earth, the Nine Cities, and even this super-large defensive force field were all ignited by the Candle of Annihilation.

Immediately after, the collision came as scheduled......