"Scratch!"

"Scratch!"

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These were two dead hundred-year-old trees, their bodies twisted, their branches tangled together like poisonous snakes, and in the night, from afar, they looked like painful humans entangled, screaming in despair, and like a hideous skull biting and chewing its prey. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Scratch, scratch!"

Although the sound is faint, it is very regular, like two flints striking, but from time to time there is an inexplicable tearing sound, as if flesh and bone are being peeled off little by little.

"Click, click!"

"Whoosh!" the dirt loosened.

At the base of the two dead trees, a skeletal hand suddenly reached out, breaking open a broken root, revealing a skull with green flames dancing in its eye sockets.

A ragged skeleton crawled out, a newborn undead who turned its head to look around. The fragile undead flame can only feel the breath of death that comforts it. The sky, on the other hand, was obscured by thick dark clouds filled with lead, like a mountain hanging in the sky, as if it was about to fall at any moment.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps and the sound of the wind came together, and the newborn undead spirit was pounced on by the same breath as himself, and the desire for the fire of the same kind of undead made the newborn undead raise the broken rusty iron sword that was born with him.

"Squeak!" the newborn undead died, and it was bitten by the skeleton of a huge magical beast five meters high, which bit the skull and sucked the undead fire.

The undead beast shook its neck, and the skeletal fragments of the newborn undead fell out of its mouth just as it was about to leave.

A gust of wind mixed with ice and snow suddenly hit, a huge shadow slowly descended, a body dozens of meters long, sharp bone claws, and bone wings with an ice blue luster, and a fire as bright as the moon in the skull, this is a frost bone dragon.

"Boom!" I saw the Frost Bone Dragon's neck tilt down slightly, biting the undead demonic beast in one bite, and the two entangled deadwood giant trees were directly smashed by the Bone Dragon's head.

Devouring the fire of this undead demonic beast, the frost bone dragon began to slowly rise again, and around it, other undead bone dragons surrounded by flames, darkness, and ice slowly converged, and around them were also surrounded by a large number of gargoyles, and countless flying undead beasts, they converged in the same direction along the magnificent mountain range.

On the ground, the mountains shrouded in darkness and death trembled, as if awakened by something, and the little pale began to spread in the gray mountains, which were countless undead skeletons superimposed on each other, and they were awakened.

Billions of undead skeletons struggled to crawl out of the sleeping underground, crowded, roaring, and tugging in one direction, for in that direction they felt the breath of the king.

The undead bone dragon flew over the mountain first, and a huge mountain that towered into the sky appeared, and on the top of the mountain, a small figure hung in the air, staring at the sky, as if he was only a foot away from the sky.

He was dressed in a black robe and holding a staff, and he stood there, as if he were contending with heaven and earth.

Like a tidal wave, the undead gathered at its feet, and at this moment, at its flank, huge armies were coming, some of them wore gold armor, some held delicate staffs, and some carried fierce axes.

They are tall and short, strong, slender, and have different images, and they are not all human. It's a huge coalition of humans, elves, dwarves, and more.

And no matter what race he is, the gaze of the man who looked at the top of the mountain at this time was hidden with deep fear.

"The fifth generation of demon kings, you unleashed the undead natural disaster, plagued all beings, provoked the gods, and now that our coalition has arrived, you will be destroyed!" someone raised the banner of the coalition army and shouted, boosting morale.

But the so-called Demon King ignored the coalition forces, and still looked up at the sky, because these people were not qualified to talk to him at all, and he was waiting for the real enemy.

The next moment, dark clouds as thick as lead dispersed, a golden light tore through the darkness, and the sky seemed to have been pierced with a large hole, and at the other end of the big hole was the sacred world, the supreme god of this world.

In that sacred world, dozens of huge blurred figures looked down on the world, looking divine and awe-inspiring.

"Rebel, be punished!" a majestic voice sounded, with a devastating killing intent.

"Hahahaha・・・・・・. The Demon King laughed when he heard this, and he laughed like madness, mixed with extreme anger, unwillingness, and mockery.

His eyes under the black robe stared at the figures in the sky, and he also shouted, "Rebel, be punished!"