"I've been waiting for you, you know?"

When Asa rushed into the darkness that represented the King of the Necromancy, he heard such a sentence. He froze.

It wasn't just this sentence that made him stunned, although the sentence itself was enough to make him stunned.

Gru's earth-shattering arrow with the Phantom Bow shattered the solid darkness. He threw himself in, no matter what a terrible scene in the darkness, how terrifying the King of the Necrons was, he had been prepared, but he didn't see anything terrifying, only a young man with a gray body standing in the center, and said this to him blankly.

The darkness around them had closed again. But the center of this blackest black, the birthplace of all the dark aura in this Sea of Death, is not dark.

There are no anomalies here. The darkness only formed a closed space around it, and from the outside, it was too dark to be black, but in the middle, it was as calm as in the eye of the typhoon. And it's real, pure, a calm that borders on nothingness.

A gray figure stood in the center, a body of gray smoke condensed on his body to form an armor. His expression and eyes were as hollow and void as those around him, but other than that, he didn't seem to be too unusual. Aside from the black hilt in his hand that exuded a vague aura that stretched into the dark barrier around him, he didn't seem to be a good match for the heart of the endless sea of necromancy, the legendary king of the necromancy that destroyed everything.

It's not the same as when it first appeared in the Castle of Radiance, not only the change in appearance, but also the feeling is completely different, there is no biting darkness that swallows everything, there is no momentum that shocks and fears all living beings, all that remains is the same emptiness and emptiness as around it.

Perhaps this is the essence of 'death'. The so-called horror, the so-called cruelty, and the so-called blackness are actually just from the hearts of the living beings themselves.

If it weren't for the breath coming from the pitch-black hilt in his hand, Asa would have thought that what he was in front of him was just an illusion of nothingness. He can't even muster up the fighting spirit, like a hunter who has mustered up enough courage, made enough thoughts, wrote a suicide note, and was about to kill a lion by mistake, only to find that all he had to face was a portrait.

It's not just such a feeling of weightlessness, this person standing in front of him does make him feel a sense of nothingness. It seems that there is a physical emotional black hole that has made all his feelings, all his impulses, all his motivations disappear.

"I knew you would come, so I was waiting for you. The Necromantic King said hollowly. "I can feel it now, and all of this is a pull of fate. So here I am, waiting for fate to bring you. ”

"Fate?" is a word I've heard many times, but each time it makes me feel bored, just now. ”

Asa was not so much talking to him as he was talking to himself. He had no interest in chatting with this opponent, whether he was the Lord of the Dead or whoever it was. He knew before he rushed in that the people who stayed outside now would face the necromancer, and in a single word, maybe hundreds of warriors were dying.

Words can only go through the process, and what he needs to come here is never a process.

"No matter what the fate you are talking about, I only know that I have come because I am coming, and I have come to ask for a result. "Taking a deep breath of the endless emptiness in the middle, filling my chest, it is also like refilling myself with the feeling of fighting spirit and strength. This deep inhalation is not only in the air, but also in the depths of the body and soul, and all the thoughts and all the sources of power. He raised his sword and pointed at the man who had become the king of the dead.

"Either you die or I die. It doesn't matter which outcome it is. Come on, let me see the fate you are talking about. Asa's voice was hoarse. He is not just speaking with the air he inhales, all the feelings and all the power in the depths of his body, spirit, soul have poured out and stirred in his body.

I don't know if it was because he rushed into this space, or because he felt his will. The robe of the Ghost King had already been attached to his body, and it seemed that every fiber had merged into the capillaries of his body, becoming one with his body. Outwardly, it was no longer an ordinary-looking robe, with prismatic horns and bulges beginning to appear on it, like a beast of prey finally showing its claws and horns.

Maybe it's because of this endless emptiness, maybe it's the reality that you have to die at last, or maybe it's this looming fate, all the things that come out of the depths of consciousness are getting more and more intense. Although it was only for a moment, the scenes of the past flashed in my mind very clearly, connected in series, cemented into a strand.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want you to die, it's all over.

A roar suddenly came out of his mouth, echoing as if it had been torn apart in this empty space, and the people of Asa had become one with the knife in his hand and the robe on his body, turning into a phantom and rushing towards the Necromantic King with all the power that had been inspired, and he wanted to use this real power to tear this empty enemy to pieces.

Beyond this central emptiness, the aura of darkness slowly faded. Half because of Gru's arrow, half because of the huge black shadow that came from behind.

Large, strange notes came from the shadows and reverberated through the space, not any known language, but more majestic than any other. The vast desert actually resounded like a small bucket room, and this echo did not scatter, but constantly reverberated and overlapped with each other. Countless tiny blue sparks began to appear in the space that had been filled with pitch black aura, and the remaining coalition forces all began to lie on the ground, holding their heads and moaning, and only a few people could still stand in this strange and huge sound.

In the distance, the tide of the undead slowly coming towards this place completely stopped, and the undead were gradually crumbling in this grand sound.

Located right in the middle of this sea of the dead, any elemental magic was powerless in the face of the dead aura of the Dark Star. The ubiquitous heavy black gas not only drowned all the vitality, but all the elements were also only submerged, even the ** divisions in the coalition army, the spell casting ability here was so low that even ordinary mages were inferior. But it was clearly magical, and the power of the spell was still unbridled and unscrupulous. The aura of darkness was dissipating in the spell, retreating back into the darkest mass in the center.

"Moriel, Mr. Sandru, did you really do this...... "The flame in Vidnina's eyes flickered like a candle in a hurricane, ready to be extinguished at any moment. As soon as she saw the figure, she already understood what was going on.

Only the dragon magic of the Elder Dragons can break through the barrier aura of the Dark Star in this way, and the dragon that can emit this magic is the only one on the entire continent, the Black Dragon Princess Moriel, who was sealed under Negan by Archibald.

The necromancers behind the lich didn't react, just looked indifferent, even more indifferent than the lich who was already undead. As the Necronomicon King had approached the Valley of Diya, the Black Star's sword had been activated. The imprint of the pitch-black star in their bodies has worked. All original rationality has been obscured, and now it is only something between the neom and the lich, between the living and the undead.

This was the inevitable fate of the necromancers, and Archibald set the path for them. Sandru, on the other hand, chose another option at this last moment.

The lich turned abruptly, and the fire in his eyes suddenly burst into flames. The Dark Dragon's mouth opened as she sat down, and a flood of green corpse fire spewed towards Gru and everyone below.

But the fire only stopped halfway through the moment, and all the sounds that reverberated through the space suddenly stopped. All the blue sparks in the space converged around the green corpse fire and the dark dragon, and then the corpse fire that erupted seemed to freeze in midair, and in the next moment, the green fire began to collapse along with the entire cyan dragon's body.

With an unpleasant scream, the lich led the rest of the necromancers to jump to the ground. By the time they landed, the Dark Dragon had already vanished into shards in the sky, and even the aura of the surrounding dark stars had not been able to preserve its image.

"Is this Randa imprisoned in the Dark Star......?

The black dragon had already flown in the blink of an eye, and the huge figure was also extremely shrinking and deformed as it landed, and when she landed, she had already become the image of the woman in black with fiery red hair. She looked at the lich, and the other necromancers behind her, then nodded casually and said, "In human terms, you're strong. Probably only slightly weaker than Archibald in terms of mana. But I really don't have a crush on the undead, so you all go and die. ”

Moriel's voice still maintained the majesty of the dragon, and although the effects of the dragon's magic had dissipated, not many of the coalition could stand up. The orcs, in particular, and even the strongest ogre among them is now about the same as a frightened rabbit. Even in the face of the endless undead, they were not afraid, but now they were trembling. This is the nature of an animal, the instinctive fear of something far greater than itself.

"Don't tell me that it's not funny, your dragon power is useless to us. Only the lich and a few necromancers didn't appear afraid, and even though the Dark Dragon had been defeated and faced with the most powerful creatures on the continent, Vidnina still let out an owl-like laugh. "What are you in front of the Great Necromantic King?"

"Necromantic King, you say this?" Morriel smiled as he glanced at the pitch-black blackness. "Do you think you can become the King of the Necromancy by just finding a guy with the hilt of the Black Star?"

She turned to Gru and smiled again, "Come on, boy, let me see how much you've improved." Fix the skeleton of these reptiles first, and we'll go and screw that guy's head off later. ”