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The rivers of the Palmic Gorge lead to death, and the undercurrent of mud and sand leads to the gates of the underworld. Le Wen XS520. ＣＯＭ

For some reason, seeing the raging sea of death sweeping towards him, Lear suddenly remembered this proverb that had been passed down from generation to generation in the mouth of Erathia, although the Dead Sea that Sandru had transformed had nothing to do with the Palmic Canyon, and there were only chilling ripples of death in the monstrous angry waves.

"Stand back!"

He gave a clear command to the Spartacus warriors on the battlefield below him, and then a large amount of water elements condensed and gathered in front of him, and then spread and landed on the crystal dragons such as Melos, despite the fact that they were frantically besieging the two lich dragons, and after a flash of blue light, all the crystal dragons appeared in the valley.

Move instantly.

Unsure if Melos would be able to withstand the damage of the Dead Sea, Lear would never risk their lives, because from the layers of black waves, he not only felt a strong aura of decay, but also the seemingly calm but extremely dangerous chaotic power lurking beneath the tide of death made him feel even more moved.

He decisively gave up the advantages that Melos and other dragons had built up so hard, but when he threw everyone back and he had to use teleportation to escape the shroud of the Dead Sea, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The waves of the Dead Sea, which were originally just frantically eroding the land in front of them, suddenly boiled violently after reaching Lear's feet, and wisps of dead air automatically snaked upwards without wind, forming a black cage with a diameter of tens of meters around Lear in an instant.

Those black qi seemed to have their own consciousness, not only frantically devouring the surrounding vitality, but even the void elemental spirits were also devoured together, Lear had already completed half of the teleportation, and finally collapsed in the middle path due to the lack of water elementals.

"Others can go, but as for you, you better stay!"

Sandru, who had turned into a state of mist, was the only two pulsing corpse flames that could be distinguished, and Sandru let out a strange syllable that was completely unrelevant, and then the Dead Sea, which had eroded most of the battlefield and thousands of hectares of land, churned again, and several black gases as thick as crystal dragons suddenly rose from the ground, and gradually revealed the giant mouth and fangs of the poisonous python in the process of rising, and pounced on the dark cage that had locked Lear in all directions.

And in the wave of death in the stormy waves of the sea, a terrifying whirlpool also formed sharply after the poisonous python went out to sea and quickly spread to a diameter of about 100 meters, countless mutilated corpses that had been destroyed by Lear before seemed to be attracted by some strange force and frantically converged towards the center, and in the center of the whirlpool, the two lich dragons that had just been besieged by Melos and other crystal dragons were constantly roaring with rage.

Thousands of mutilated corpses climbed onto the Lich Dragon's skeleton, melting and rotting like snot and hanging from it, wriggling tightly on the surface of the skeleton like maggots, the two Lich Dragons roaring and struggling as if they were in great pain, but no matter how they moved, they could not escape the Dead Sea waves that bound them beneath their feet.

Sandru began to chant the prayer.

"O Chaos Dragon God, who sleeps in the heart of Hell, cast your will from the endless abyss here, and in the name of evil and chaos, I ask you to let destruction and death manifest again in the world. ”

Just as he had seen in the underworld when he first arrived in the Misty Isles, Lear watched as countless corpses decayed and solidified into patches of phosphorus, until the two Lich Dragons were completely covered into a black mountain of corpses, and the roar vanished, replaced by a deathly silence, and from the bottom of the corpse mountain began to sound a heart-pounding and terrifying heartbeat.

A chaotic roar that could not have been made by any living creature suddenly resounded through the valley, and the sound was so strong that the peaks on both sides of the Crimean valley shook for a while, and they could only show their submission in the form of falling stone dust and cracked mountain walls, and then, the mountain of corpses formed by the convergence of countless corpses actually moved on its own.

The bones, armor, and weapons that had not yet completely rotted on the corpse mountain fell off like leaves, but more of them hung like scales on the protruding huge skull with the bulge of the corpse mountain, and from time to time you could see blood and internal organs, or various viscous liquids slowly dripping from it.

Sandru gasped for air, but green flames rolled in the hollow caverns that had regained his lich form, as if to project all the energy and awe of his life onto the huge figure that was slowly rising.

"It's beautiful......" he muttered.

The giant monster shook its body for a moment, then raised its claws in front of it blankly, as if to confirm its presence, and then, like a roar of celebration of rebirth.

Lear couldn't care less about the shock.

The twisted body, the vanishing wings, and the scales that boiled and changed like metal, constantly spewing out osteomas and bone spurs from all corners of the body and retracting repeatedly, the pungent necro poisonous mist lingering all over the body, and the gelatinous viscous liquid constantly dripping from the new wounds, this image, the indescribable hatred, greed, painful madness, and hunger in those eyes.

Ogaz!

Even if he didn't want to believe it no matter what, even if he and even the essence of Ogas were still imprisoned in the core of the distant Hell Star at this moment, when the posture of the Chaos Dragon actually appeared in front of him, Lear's heart still shivered and chilled to an indescribable peak in an instant.

The corpse dragon looked at Lear, although the corpse's melted brain was not enough to provide it with wisdom to think, but the wisp of instinctive will projected from the distant void made it instantly lock on to its greatest enemy, that person had its incomparably abhorrent aura on its body, and just a glance at it, the monstrous anger had completely drowned it.

"Roar!"

Lear only had time to put the Prophet Sword across his chest, but in an instant he felt his chest as if it had been hit by a mountain peak, and the terrifying power rushed into his body through his arms, thousands of high-frequency force vibrations per second made his internal organs crack instantly, blood gushed like a spring, and the cracked and collapsed ribs frantically squeezed the air in his lungs, and then had to be squeezed out of the throat along with his lung lobes, if it weren't for the fact that the material of the Prophet Sword was also tough and indestructible and took most of the impact force for it, this blow would have made Lear completely incapacitated。

But even so, he still slammed into the mountain wall of the Crimean valley like a cannonball, and there was even a terrifying pit five meters deep and tens of meters in diameter on top of the thick mountain, and the cracks like silk spider webs were serpentine, and Lear's blood-soaked body had become a black spot deep in the mountain wall.

"Hahaha! See? This is the real Lich Dragon, not a magical phantom or a ghost dragon summoned with crappy alchemy and necromancy, this is a miracle that even the Creator cannot create, it is the highest embodiment of wisdom and magic, this is the ultimate art of death!"

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