"Give you thirty seconds to cast spells, and let me see the so-called art of spellcasting by the highest spellcaster in humanity right now. ”

Morriel looked at the lich not as if he were looking at an ant, but at an ant.

"Okay, that's what you said. The lich's laughter was ten times more unpleasant. The necromancers behind her quickly dispersed, each taking a position and chanting incantations.

This is not a duel, let alone a suitable time and occasion for a duel, let alone this child-like condition. Lancelot and Roland wanted to go up and stop Moriel from being persuaded but they didn't dare, they felt that they were only a fist in exchange for persuasion or unauthorized action. All they could do now was to retreat, retreat into the remaining coalition forces and lead the rest of the group back with them.

What Moriel can despise is not necessarily something that others can despise, or that others must not despise. These were the top Grandmaster-level magicians, and even any one of them could turn the remaining coalition into ashes with a spell that they were ready to unleash in thirty seconds.

Several of the other necromancer's incantations resonate with each other in a strange rhythm, like a backdrop to the main theme, which is the lich's unpleasant voice. The sound of the broken gong being smashed by a broken jar and completely and violently struck came from Vidnina's mouth, and she opened her arms like a singer who was fully engaged in singing, facing the blackest of pitch black.

The strange and unpleasant spell ensemble continued to swirl in the air, superimposing and resonating with each other, and then returning to the uglier of the ugliest of singers, and the darkness around her gradually condensed almost to the position of the Necronomicon, black beyond black.

Unlike the surroundings of the Necromantic King, this black is not only so black that it can't be blacker, it's so black that it swallows everything. And as if it were a living demon, it rose and turned into a huge black ball hanging over the heads of Moriel and Gru.

The bones of the countless undead who had been scattered on the ground were beating again at this time, overlapping each other like countless ants, and actually melting and then condensing again like wax. It's just that the re-condensed bones are much smaller, and all the necromantic remains that were swept away by Gru around them have been re-condensed, but only more than a dozen huge skeleton dragons have been condensed. But if you look closely, you can see that the bodies of these skeleton dragons are no longer bones, but crystal clear and looming, and they are actually the bodies of the revenant banshees. This is no longer a skeleton dragon, but a ghost dragon that goes further.

More than a dozen ghost dragons flew up, slowly falling down around the pitch-black ball in mid-air. It's slow, but all the space under the ball is covered by this sphere. The figures of Morriel and Gru look like just two insignificant dots.

"How's this Necronomicon Song? I know all the magic these days probably can't help you. I'm not interested in using my current magic system to compete with an ancient dragon for dragon magic. But have you forgotten that we are all individuals of the Necronomicon King, and the power of these thirty seconds of singing the Necro-Necro Song together has summoned the power of the Necronomicon King himself. Every Yin Soul Dragon there has a strength that is not inferior to that of the living one, even if you were once the strongest of the Black Dragon Clan, what can you do? Can you still compete with the great Dark Star......"

The black around the body echoed the black orb above, and the lich was like a messenger of the black world, triumphant. But her triumph lasted only a few seconds.

In the midst of two earth-shattering long whistles, two figures rose into the sky.

If Gru's long howl was a great and indestructible weapon that seemed to tear open the darkness, Moriel's voice was a sea of boiling explosions that swept into the sky, drowning everything here. There was no light around Moriel's body, but it looked more dazzling than Gru, who was shining brightly, and her human body was so small, but this rush, a jump, seemed to sink the entire ground.

If Gru's howl is like an invincible sword, Moriel's voice is an endless and irresistible sea that is boiling and exploding. This sharp and sharp, one is unmatched, reflecting each other and complementing each other, and it is completely seamless, as if these two figures and these two whistling sounds are originally one. With a loud bang, the huge black color actually shattered.

But it wasn't the shattered black orbs that made the sound, but the surrounding Yin Dragons. The dazzling light of Gru's incarnation rose into the sky and turned into a remnant of light, speeding between the Yin Soul Dragons, and then the dozen or so Ghost Dragons all shattered, almost simultaneously, and the loud noise that shook the entire Sea of the Undead.

What shocked the lich the most was not the loud noise, but the shattering of the black orb. Moriel's tiny body rushed into the seemingly all-engulfing darkness, and the darkness shattered silently. Several grandmaster-level, it can be said that the joint forbidden spells used by the magicians of the great grandmaster were actually broken by this person with their bare hands.

The shock wasn't just mental, the bodies of several necromancers, including Vidnina, shook at the same time, and then slowly collapsed. Vidnina's lich body shattered and scattered like a biscuit that had been stepped on, as did several other necromancers. This is the reaction of the dark star, and their consciousness and body have long been connected to the darkness.

In just the blink of an eye, the pitch-black aura and the Yin Soul Dragon in the sky were all shattered, leaving not even a fragment behind. Only two figures slowly descended from mid-air. The fighting aura on Gru's body has weakened a lot, but Moriel is still like that, without any light on his body, but it is still more dazzling and dazzling than anything.

"Your body has fully recovered?" Gru asked lightly, looking at Moriel. His body was covered in blood, and it was not easy to crush these Yin Soul Dragons. But no matter what, even if he was surrounded by an ancient dragon, he still looked so strong, flawless, majestic, and invincible.

"Ahh I haven't felt this good for tens of thousands of years. Morriel's laughter echoed in the darkness. "After spending all these days, the two necromancers managed to reluctantly practice the Half-True Meditation at the last moment, and together they broke the seal with their lives. ”

"You mean both ......?" Vidnina's voice came intermittently from her crumbling body. Only her collapsed body could slowly coalesce, and the other necromancers had become dust. The backlash of the aura of the dark star couldn't stand it even as servants of the King of Death, and if it weren't for the lich's soul having an autonomous consciousness and the spirit gathering thaumaturgy at the level of a grandmaster, she would only be like them now.

It wasn't that she didn't guess what Sandru was leaving, but she didn't chase after her. One is that she really doesn't have the confidence to deal with Sandru and Aegrenel without leaving the Valley of Deya. The second is that she understands that even if Sandru can really sacrifice himself to break the seal, this seal may not really be completely lifted.

The seal would have required someone who had practiced True Meditation in its entirety to break it, but Sandru, or indeed any necromancer, had not finished practicing True Meditation. And Moriel's life in the seal had already been almost consumed, so she wasn't too worried. But now it seems that the black dragon princess's body and condition are good, and her combat effectiveness is high, and it seems that it is better than when she faced Archibald five hundred years ago. Only then did she know that it was not only Sandru who gave up his life to break the seal, but also Egrenel.

"Yes, two people, two very interesting people. Half a day ago, the two of them used True Meditation to condense all the magic and life force for more than ten days on my sealing magic array, and finally broke the sealing ball that Chen Jibad had made with my blood and soul. It's a complete crack, and all the power in it is back to me. And after so many years of recuperation, I think now I have enough strength. ”

"That's why you're experimenting with them, and you're going to see how much difference you have between your strength and that guy, right?" Gru asked.

"Yes. Morrill sighed. He shook his head and sighed as he looked at the blackest black. Her long fiery red hair swayed, and even this look of contempt and pity looked like it was unprovoked and powerful. "It's a pity that I'm so disappointed, as I felt before, that such a guy can become the king of the necromancy, it's simply an insult to this artifact. ”

"No way, that's the power of the Great Necromancy, no matter how strong you are, you can't compete with it. Vidnina lay on the ground, wailing.

"Stupid. Can't you feel it? The power of this dark star is too weak. I had already felt it when the hilt of the sword was picked up, and I felt that the veins of the entire continent were already shrouded in this dark aura, just like when the Elven King picked up the dark star. But it seems that because the carrier is too weak, the size of this force is too far apart, just like a newborn pup. No, or rather, a puppet is more suitable. Such a guy can't even preserve his own consciousness completely, and what kind of necromantic king is he talking about? You must know that even if the elf king at that time did not have a dark star, his power was not below me. Compared to the current kid holding the hilt of the Black Star's sword, the difference in strength is like that of an elephant and an ant. ”

"It's just a pity that I didn't have the ability to do anything anymore. The seal and the injuries from the last battle are already too much for me to bear. Originally, I thought that I could only wait quietly underground to die, regretting that the agreement with Chen Jibad could never be completed again, but I never expected that at this time, there would be a necromancer to break the seal for me, and it was two acting guild leaders who came. Originally, they were supposed to become servants of the king of the dead, and become half-undead to exist forever, but they didn't expect to use their own lives to wake me up. Morrill let out a long sigh. "One more thing they've taught me these days is that humans aren't useless monkeys other than Archibald. ”

"That's two really interesting guys. I really don't want them to die if I could, and I'd like to hear what they talk to each other. Even tens of thousands of years ago, there were few times when it was so interesting. Morrill had a look of recollection on her face, and she was actually a little emotional. It was a strange feeling that such a sensual expression appeared on a creature as strong as her, which was almost incomprehensible.

"For the first time, I found that humans were really interesting as lower animals, more interesting than all the life I've ever seen. Although it has only been a few decades, it is almost all **, instincts, but can be entangled in various wonderful and interesting ways, precipitated, and become all kinds of experiences and results. From them, I can see a lot, I can see their lives, which are made up of countless entanglements, which are actually more vibrant, more interesting, and more memorable than our tens of thousands of years of life. ”

"Nope. These two traitors. Vidrina screamed suddenly, her crumbling form had gradually condensed into a prototype, but it was only a shape, the power and magic structure in it had long since been shattered, and she was now about the same as a lowly corpse witch. "The fate given by Archibald they did not practice, but evaded, and did not hesitate to destroy it with their own lives, they are the shame of the Valley of Dia, the shame of the necromancer. ”

"You are a disgrace to humanity. No, a disgrace to all living beings. Morriel turned his head sharply and yelled at her, a loud wave that shook the lich's withered muscles and shattered her re-solidified shell.

"Do you really understand what Archibald means and thinks? Just to find a great shield for your stupid deeds, you are not even a wicked person, and a wicked person at least dares to admit that what you have done is evil, and you can only be regarded as a villain at best, imprisoned in your own humble spirit world like an ant and still think you are great?" Morriel looked at the lich with contempt. "Can a human woman be so disgusting? It seems that giving birth to a male in the nest is what you really have to do, and a woman who thinks she can accomplish something great is usually the source of trouble. But don't worry, I'll have you like the undead all over the ground. ”

Just as Morriel raised his hand, the blackest mass of black suddenly broke.