Clouds thicker than when the meteor shower was launched filled the sky, and it was all a boundless gray like death, and at this moment it was as if even the sky was dead.

Fear, intimidation. This is the feeling shared by thousands of people in the square, and like the dead ashes in the sky, the boundless breath of death completely envelops everyone's feelings. What emerges from the deepest part of the soul is not the fear of hostility and the intention of rebellion when facing an enemy or a monster, it is an outright irresistible fear, a creature that cannot be changed by a rule, a power, a fear of death itself.

The wounded, the weaker fell silently in this breath. Everyone else and the orcs were stunned.

In the endless breath, a figure slowly walked out of the Hall of Light. The main hall had dimmed, and the white fluorescence that had been flowing on all the buildings of the Radiant Castle at all times was gone, and even the white of the marble itself had become a dead ash. The man walked out of the main hall, but the entire hall, the entire glorious castle, was submerged in his dark shadow.

With each step, the ground beneath his feet began to crack and shrink, turning into a slag-like slag. Only a few people in front of the main hall could see him. Even the light shone on him as if he was going to die immediately.

An originally handsome and sunny face was a boundless indifference like death, dead gray eyes, skin and body as black as obsidian, lifeless, and the black aura of the vast sea of smoke continued to seep out of his body. Towards the outside. What he held in his hand was the artifact of Deya Valley, the hilt of the Pitch Black Star Ground.

The aura that had originally emanated from the hilt of the sword was now permeating his entire body. And it's darker, thicker, and heavier. It was not the hilt of the sword that became part of his body, nor the fact that he became part of the hilt, the two had been completely fused and indistinguishable from each other.

But the empty and empty eyes seemed to see nothing, nothing was worth seeing, but the eyes were looking in the direction of the earth. It was the four people of the main hall, Asa, Gru, and Lancelot, and Pope Magnus who was twisting Adra's body. In front of him, all the lives of all people are dust, but these few grains of dust are indeed more noteworthy than others.

"How is that possible?" the Pope's face was as pale as paper, and his usual calm expression was gone. His body trembled incessantly, and he finally knelt down. Not only did he kneel on the ground physically, but mentally he didn't even have the slightest sense of resistance and escape. These words were all his remaining intellectual struggles.

Once the Necromantic King appears, all necromancers will have to become his servants. This is the fate that Archibald has set for all necromancers. As a price for being able to move freely in the Shadow Swirl Mountains, necromancers bore the imprint of the Dark Star in their bodies, a mark of fate. Even if he wasn't Adela himself, no matter how determined and extraordinary he was as Magnus's soul. Under the aura accumulated by the dark star for thousands of years, it is no different from an ant.

"Javi, how could it be him?" Lancelot's face was no better than that of Razor. Even Archibald, no one had ever seen what the pitch-black star, known as the artifact of destruction, would look like when it was pulled up. But he understood that now they were seeing.

Talis sat on her knees, her face covered in cold sweat. The prosthetic leg of her severed hand had withered and fallen, and Lancelot had asked a cardinal to craft it with white magic like a leaf thrown into a furnace under the breath that spread from her severed wrist into her body, killing all life that came into contact with it.

"Anyone who can use light archery can attack this person in general, and he can use all of them magically. Lancelot's shouts were heard. Only this time the paladin's order was no longer as calm and generous as before, and it was a bit like hysteria in fear.

Light archery is a very low-level white magic, there are thousands of people who can use it in this square, and with Lancelot's order, thousands of white zone training light bands shoot towards Javi at the entrance of the main hall from different angles. Although many spells dissipated in the middle of the process due to the distance, the light that gathered together was still extremely dazzling.

But the light only caused the black mist around him to fluctuate for a moment on Jarvey's body, and then it was swallowed by the mist, but he didn't even move a finger. The magic, which was meant to dismantle undead creatures, had no effect on him. In the next moment, the magicians' fireballs, ice spikes, awakening arrows, and hundreds of magic at all levels all flew towards him, but a white light curtain immediately appeared in front of him, and all the magic impacts dissipated silently.

This was not his ability, it was more than a dozen figures behind him who emitted this magical defensive light curtain. More than a dozen emaciated white-robed old men were slowly walking from the Great Hall of Light, their movements were stiff, and their appearance was also different, many of them were no different from skeletons, and the common thing was that the soul flames in their eye sockets were unique to corpse witches.

Lancelot's expression was so hard to see that even his lips were trembling, not only him, but almost everyone who could see this scene had this reaction. All the people of Radiant Castle knew the corpse witches in the appearance of these old men, the corpses of the popes of the past who had been kept in ice crystal coffins in the depths of the main hall.

Not only here, but the large area of corpses left behind by Inham in the square was also the most active now, and the dried corpses, skeletons, all staggered to their feet.

No one deliberately used necromancy, even the necromancy itself was created by Archibald based on the breath of the dark star, which itself was already the purest, strongest and highest necromancy. The vast Castle of Glory was all shrouded in this aura, and what was once a holy place of light, the capital of faith, was now just a dead place.

"Run, this is not a monster that people can deal with. In front of the main hall, Asa sighed deeply and spat out a few words with difficulty.

Although he didn't understand why it was Javi who appeared here and was able to hold the hilt of the jet black star, he knew best what it meant to hold the hilt of the sword, he had experienced the breath contained in this sword most deeply and empathetically, and it was no longer a human being who could completely control this sword.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he seems to feel that Javi's eyes, which have no eyes and eyes to speak of, are looking at him, and there is a strange smell that is different from this breath flashing, but at this time and now, he can no longer have any mind to distinguish. He had wanted to take advantage of the priests' magic to see if he could take the hilt of the sword from Javi's hand, but now it seemed that he didn't need to try.

But as soon as he said these words, he was about to turn around when he saw a figure rushing forward with a dazzling light.

In a world of dead black and dead ashes, this piece of light is dazzling and vibrant. Even the light of thousands of white magic just now was not brighter, purer and more powerful this time, this white light was mixed with a majestic green breath, although the entire Castle of Glory was still shrouded in gray and black, but in the place where this figure crossed all the black and gray was dispersed, like a shining meteor across the sky in the dark night, even the gray-black haze that was filled in the hearts of the thousands of people on the square when they saw this light was also loosened.

There is only one person and the only one, and only Gru can rush out like this at this time.

He was the only one in this dead land who could still stand upright, without the slightest bit of decline, and was not affected by this breath at all. From the moment Javi's breath appeared, Gru's eyes and attention were all focused on him, although the magic in Inham made him full of injuries, although the power and darkness of this breath have long been beyond human resistance, but the fire in his eyes, the light of fighting spirit at this moment is unprecedentedly strong.

He didn't open his mouth to ask who this was, he didn't need to go to it, he didn't need to know, just when he felt the presence of this thing, this breath, there seemed to be a voice telling him that this was the enemy.

Maybe it's because his vitality is too strong, when others are completely shocked by this dead breath, only he has the ability to resist, only he has the ability to surface fighting spirit and hostility, and he will instinctively feel disgust, maybe it's the leaves of the World Tree he just used and this breath rejection, maybe it's some other reason that even he doesn't understand, this sudden hostility and fighting spirit is so strong, strong from the depths of his soul.

In this vigorous fighting spirit, there is also a feeling of touching his own soul as when he fought to the death with the Lancelot Templar Knight just now. Half hostility and fighting spirit, half to make this feeling take a step deeper, he rushed to Jarvey.

The white curtain of light flashed in front of Javi again, and the dozen or so corpse witches behind him all released magic to protect their gods out of instinct. These corpse witches were all top-notch magicians in their lifetimes, and even if their mastery of white magic was incompatible with the aura of the dark star, the magic shields released by the joint clan far surpassed those of any other magician.

The white light image burned to the extreme, piercing the sky, burning and releasing all the light that had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years, and crashing into the huge black hole that swallowed everything. The light curtain that had just resisted hundreds of magic spells had no effect under the mutual impact of this force, and the paper shield under the cannon had no effect, and the white and black collided together without hindrance.