The flickering naval guns, the sharp sword light, the shattered space, and the chaotic light and shadow constitute a magnificent and cruel interstellar battlefield picture.

As a seventh-order realm sage, Trist's strength is extremely terrifying, and he can be called an invincible existence after expanding the realm.

A long jet-black knife was stunned and slashed out the terrifying power of slashing the stars and breaking the sun.

The countless players who drove the starship didn't even react, and they saw the starship covered with the "two-dimensional wife" livery shattered into slag, and then turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the universe.

"Damn, it's going to be the rhythm of the group! Chrysanthemum! A dad who protected Tinker Bell said anxiously.

"Twenty-five boys! How long will it take for your mother's mother to come back to life! We can't hold it anymore! Tinker Bell also turned his head and shouted anxiously at Li Zhiwen.

"I want to do it too! Looking at the way you are beaten, my wife is terrified! Li Zhiwen also replied loudly: "There are still three and a half minutes left, and I will be resurrected soon!" ”

"Brothers, hold on! Hold on for another three minutes, three minutes! After Tinker Bell learned about it, he hurriedly shouted hoarsely in the wisdom channel: "Erwuzai will be resurrected soon, and if he is resurrected, there will be an undead ship group to help resist damage!" Be sure to resist! ”

"Got it!" A union president flashed a dazzling attack of naval guns and said to his union members: "Do you hear that?" You have to hold on! I don't want our union to not even have three minutes! What a shame it would be to pass it out! ”

"President! You're the only one left in our union! You should have to hold on! The small golden balls of light flickered slightly, and an embarrassed sound came out.

"What the hell am I ...... Why did you run into you rookies! When the president heard this, he almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

"Medic! Medic! I was hit by a naval gun! Come and save me! Come and save me! ”

"Save your mother! Lao Tzu is dead! What milk do I take you? Fatherly love? ”

"Good brothers, you have a lot of blood, help me block it, I forgot to bring HP potion!"

"You're so brazen, Lao Tzu has already helped you block more than a dozen shots, can't you change gears with a dogecoin?"

At this moment, the encirclement formed by twenty ship groups, and a seventh-order super powerful boss surrounded only hundreds of thousands of players in it to kill chickens, flies, dogs, and jumps, and the sun and moon were gone.

Although their numbers are constantly decreasing, it also makes Trist discover something unusual.

That is, the combat power of this group of races, each of which is almost a sixth order, is very exaggerated, and the team composed of the top combat power can even fight back and forth with the self in the development field, which is simply violating the rules of the advanced life of the universe.

And there was one more thing that made Trist feel that something was wrong.

That is, this group of guys seems to kill a lot more than the number of people you see.

Obviously, some of them have been cut off by themselves, but for some reason, they were resurrected in a flash of golden light.

If you can understand a little bit if you rely on the strength of numbers to outperform yourself just now, but what is this inexplicable resurrection?

In particular, those enemies who were entangled by two elves, one red and one green, were 100% resurrected on the spot after being killed.

"What a bunch of tough bugs!" The continuous killings could not kill the enemy, which made Trist very irritable.

"Then let you die enough!"

Trist was ruthless in his heart and decided to make a big move, he didn't believe that there would be such an infinitely resurrected civilization in the universe.

A trace of black aura began to escape from Trist's huge body of hundreds of meters, and the big long knife that was slashing people in the distance also stopped and flew to Trist's side.

"Savage Killing Domain!"

With a roar from Trist, his weapon instantly dissolved, turning into black light and flying towards his massive body.

Then a black armor composed of spikes gradually appeared on Trist's muscular body, which did not cover the entire body, but after its fusion, the momentum on his body became even more terrifying.

"Die!"

With a wave of his hand, Trist shattered the space as far as his eyes could see, and small and sharp knives appeared in the cracks in the shattered space.

Although these swords were not as domineering as they were just now, they seemed to not disappear, and gradually formed small storms to cut everything they passed.

Players who are surrounded by knives turn into small balls of light after being stabbed a few times, and players with daddy's resurrection buff are hacked to death after they die.

"Nima's! Who did this boss skill! Such a pervert, even if you die, you still cut me, this is simply unscientific! ”

"What about dog planning? Hurry up and tell him to come out and be beaten! Lao Tzu took a resurrection pill, with a resurrection BUFF, and resurrected Nima twice and killed me! Can this boss still be beaten? ”

"Chrysanthemum! You're going to say something! Chrysanthemum! ”

"That's right! Chrysanthemum! We're all going to be wiped out, and we're going to have a hammer! ”

"Don't make a fuss! Chrysanthemum is dead! ”

"Assi!"

Seeing that the chrysanthemums were all killed by the boss's attack, for a while, the players who had suffered heavy casualties were now scurrying around like headless flies.

Trist looked at the number of players who had obviously been drastically reduced, and a flash of joy flashed through his heart.

"Only a killing that can bring death is a real killing!"

"Kill your sister!"

While Trist was enjoying the joy of the player's death, an abrupt voice appeared.

"Huh?" Trist looked for prestige, only to see a familiar figure reappear in his view.

That person was none other than Li Zhiwen, the ancestor of Erwuzai, the usurper of the Netherworld, and the master of the Book of Necrons.

"It seems that your civilization has the courage to launch an attack because of this special racial talent!" Trist looked at Li Zhiwen and said indifferently.

"But...... If I can kill you once, I can kill you a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times! ”

"I don't believe you can be resurrected indefinitely! Ha! ”

Trist's voice gradually became excited, turning into a black light and heading straight towards Li Zhiwen's head.

For this familiar move, Li Zhiwen was solemn in his heart.

He knows the gap between himself and the boss, and it is normal to be killed in seconds.

But he's gambling, betting on such a one-in-a-million chance.

As long as it is done, it will be able to instantly reverse the form of the battlefield and sound the clarion call for a counterattack.

"O books that hide the power of darkness, show your true power before me, and I command you in the capacity of your new master, the ancient god Vosniba, to lift the seal!"

As Li Zhiwen's curse mark sounded, in front of him, the Book of Necronomicon slowly floated, and a trace of strange power gradually rose.

The power eventually formed a black-purple finger-thick glow that headed straight for Trist.

And Trist, who launched a lore towards Li Zhiwen, felt a breath of death.

A breath of inevitable death.