Looking at the galaxy falling from the sky, the lich's soul flame soared violently, and his body floated unconsciously. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the soul was summoned to Edgar by the Grim Reaper, it had been caught from afar, almost drawn into the torrent of souls, and without the gods' control of the downturn, it would have become a member of the vast stream of life that surrounded the planet.

As the lich got closer, the soldiers inside the fortress could already feel the aura of fear from the lord, and their bodies shrank and trembled uncontrollably.

Orlando could not remain indifferent to the imminent threat of the mother-killer, and he tried to shoot with a longbow, but the lich was too close to reach the range of a normal bow and arrow, and the arrow drew a parabola at the lich's feet and fell. Seeing his actions, the soldiers under the tower immediately risked their lives to set up their crossbows and aim them at the slowly approaching lich. After a loud roar, an iron spear taller than a man shot out, stabbing the lich as it approached the fortress. Just as it was about to touch it, the lich bowed its head slightly, its left arm hanging by its side was slightly raised, and a translucent round shield protected it, and the powerful iron spear immediately bounced back when it touched the shield that looked as fragile as paper, and dressed the three soldiers on the tower into a line.

Orlando's heart is dead, this is not an ordinary defensive spell, it comes with the protection of the law of cause and effect, and any attacker will suffer a mortal karma backlash. I thought that the god of death and the goddess of music and dance were the same three generations of gods, and the difference in strength would not be too far, but the flash of divine power on the lich's body was beyond the reach of Orlando, who had just taken over as the divine envoy, and finally understood why the undead were destroying in the north, why this battle had elves, dwarves and mages to help but was invincible for many years, and the god of death absorbed too much resentment from the dead, and it was no longer a small third generation of humanized gods, and had enough strength to rank among the second generations.

When the other soldiers who wanted to follow suit saw this scene, they immediately did not dare to move, but the lich did not let them go. With a single finger of the wizened finger, the person fell in pieces, depriving dozens of fresh lives in an instant.

The flu of life in a static state should be the lich's powerful death power immediately spread, and the waterfall that fell from the sky began to flow, even if it was as strong as the lich, it did not dare to stop any longer, and hurriedly retreated, if not, it is estimated that it will be killed in the fortress.

Safin covered his face with a staff, the brilliance of the stream of life was too strong, and it had an absolute attraction to the undead, and he didn't dare to look at it directly.

Buzz Buzz -

The staff given by the god of death trembled, and the divine power overflowed, enveloping Safin entirely, which resisted the flow of life that had spread outward from the fortress.

Not good!

Thinking of his father, who was not blessed by a god, Safin put down his staff to resist the purifying light despite the danger, and the former glow elf king Edos, and now the Death Lord was also attracted like other low-level undead, and involuntarily walked towards the shining galaxy, the soul fire in his eyes was dim, and it was about to be extinguished.

"Father!"

Safin shouted, and the elf, who had been silent since his transformation, turned his head and raised a miserable smile on his pale face, which actually meant to be detached.

"No...... No! don't—"

It's a pity that his call didn't bring back Edos, who was bent on purification, and the Death Lord stretched out his fingers as white as marble, and as soon as he came into contact with the overflowing streamer, it suddenly ignited like flammable grease, and it burned with a 'bang'.

Safin was angry and anxious, trying to extinguish the flames on Edos, but he was afraid of the brilliance of life and did not dare to step forward. He could only whirl around the burning and fierce Death Lord from afar, and no matter how he summoned the storm, the cold wind and ice and snow could not extinguish the flames on the Death Lord. After the fierce burning, there was nothing left but a pile of black ash on the ground. One of the three great lords of the Immortal Empire died out forever.

[Even the soul was burned out?]

Some of the gaffes had regained their composure, and were tapping their thin fingerbones to their chins in a thoughtful gesture. Although it had heard of it for a long time, this was the first time it had witnessed the purification of high-level undead.

Safin knelt on the snow, caressing the charred ashes, his dark red eyes out of focus for a moment, and soon, he looked up, full of anger at the muttering lich. Youlan's ice crystals were arranged in an even number into four, eight, and sixteen triple arrays, rapidly connecting them into a huge magic circle, and the violent magical impact was felt even by the fortress not far away.

With the elf's far-reaching vision, Orlando saw the battle between the two lords clearly, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide: "Infighting?"

Dante's eyes widened as he stood on the wooden box, and he only saw the bright starlight nearby: "Who is fighting whom?"

"The armor-clad Death Knight took the initiative to touch the flow of life and was purified, and the remaining two ......" Seeing the face of a high-ranking mage in a dark purple robe, Orlando's voice suddenly sank, he had seen the glow elf Ires who came to the East to visit his mother, and was extremely similar to this elf, it was possible that the eldest prince Safin died in battle a few years ago. The High Elves are spell controllers in the material realm second only to the Elemental Lords, and of course the Undead Empire will not let go of such good materials, etc...... In this way, isn't it the Glowing Elf King who he purified himself just now who died in battle? No wonder Safin wants to take the initiative against the Lich, and it is completely a posture of combining new hatred with old hatred.

The lich's body was first frozen by the sudden accumulation of ice crystals, and then shattered into countless small pieces under the impact of energy, looking at the fragments that could no longer be fused, Safin put down the staff held high, and there was no joy on his face.

[Ah~ It's really dangerous, I almost got hit, but fortunately I took precautions a long time ago. 】

The lich's 'voice' did not dissipate due to the disintegration of the body.

"When did you do the prophecy?" Isafin knew about the lich, and if the first blow failed, it would never succeed.

[Of course, from the very beginning, how could I be completely relieved by the transformation of a natural order creature like you.] The skull, which had been split in half, slowly floated up and stopped at the same height as Safin's face, "Do you think that the god of death was given the divine envoy because I am a life weaver......?" In contrast, man is more afraid of death, and he can only choose me. It turns out that the innate order creatures are really not trustworthy. 】

Safin's pupils shrank suddenly, and an indescribable fear enveloped him, and he hadn't experienced anything other than anger and emptiness since he had been transformed into an undead.

[Self-made intelligent mortals, do you think Hicks, who has become a god, can't see the tricks of the two of you? It's a pity that the undead belong to a special form, and there is no soul after annihilation, otherwise the soul will still return to the god domain after the body/body dies, and it will never be able to escape the control of the gods...... Pity...... I can't see what happens to you...... This time it's you who wins, the Pillars of the Earth's Befast...... The next ......] The Lich's voice began to chopble and eventually stopped.

Looking at the flow of life that was getting bigger and bigger, Safin threw his staff at random, stretched out his arms, and greeted the torrent that was already approaching him. His body burned as fast as Edos, and its light was no less radiant than that of a brilliant stream of life.

The body/body and soul were burned together, consciousness was gradually lost, and the last thing that remained was the unwilling to die in battle and the meaningful glance of his father after waking up, there was no explanation of words and words, just the meeting of eyes, and he understood his father's choice - at the right opportunity, to get rid of the unknown Lich Lord, whose very existence was the greatest threat to the material world. Without this powerful oracle, the Grim Reaper's plan to encroach on the material realm would be disrupted. It's just that the glowing elves, once known as the most beautiful creatures in the world, are about to stain their hands with blood, but if they don't, how can they trust the god of death and its cunning and suspicious earthly agents.

The stream of life rushed through the ice and snow, swept away all the undead in its path, and the ice and snow that had shrouded the north for many years melted, revealing the frozen solid black earth, the seeds buried deep in the ground quickly germinated and grew under the action of divine magic, and the fallen and dead tree of life also pulled out new branches and regained its vitality. It wasn't until the dazzling galaxy had completely disappeared that the people in the fortress poked their heads out to see the wilderness that had been turned upside down.

"Is this a victory?" Orlando was dumbfounded, a moment ago, there was a sea of bones and death, but now it was verdant and grassy.

Dante, who was on the side, suddenly woke up from his trance when he heard the cheers of the people, and there was no sign of the white deer on the battlements, so he hurriedly ran to look around, and finally when he looked down, he found the child of nature lying on the ground.

Orlando, who saw this scene, jumped forward, descended directly from the battlements to the ground, turned Link's face down from the damp dirt, and sniffed, although faint as silk, but still alive, and quickly performed a healing spell on him.

The soldiers, who were still glad that they had survived the siege of the undead, also noticed the situation and gathered around, asking what was going on.

"What do you think it is? The flow of life is the home of all Edgar's life, the source beyond the reach of man, he can summon it to the material realm, even if it is the embodiment of the pillar, it must cost a lot of ......" The dwarf grabbed Link's pale hand and clenched it tightly, his words already choked, "I'm afraid it's ...... I've exhausted my powers......"

It is a well-known common sense that once the power of God is exhausted, life will also come to an end.

The crowd immediately fell silent, they didn't know much about the child of nature, more often than not, they had heard of him meditating on the tree of life, or arguing with the commanders at the command post.

"My injuries are healed. ”

I don't know who started it, but someone suddenly chimed in.

"Me too. ”

"And me. ”

"That's right, I'm fine, if it weren't for the scars, I would have thought it was a dream. ”

The faint light of the healing technique lasted for a long time, and the child of nature, who was like a gossamer, opened his eyes, but the originally shining eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and they were dull.

Dante's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, this obviously had no divine power, and he had become an ordinary person. (To be continued.) )