As the first essentia to break through the blockade of the Heavenly Venerable, the activation degree of the River of Eternal Darkness is quite high.

So he chose to 'resurrect' the Emperor of Hades, hoping to use the former Grim Reaper to stop the embers.

Even though the Immortal Emperor had been dead for thousands of years, the one who wandered in the River of Eternal Darkness was just an ordinary deceased who did not have any extraordinary characteristics in his body. However, with the blessing of the 'essentia' of the River of Eternal Darkness, he can still maintain the strength of a similar sequence 0.

But after all, he is only a puppet manipulated by the River of Eternal Darkness, not the Immortal Emperor who won the Battle of the Four Emperors thousands of years ago.

Death Sallinger stood at the edge of the river, eyes burning with pale flames fixed on the embers standing at the end of the stairs. There is no hatred in his eyes, only an unforgettable obsession - he longs for the real resurrection, he wants to be truly free, he wants to become the emperor of Hades again!

So, Ember must die!

"Roar!"

A low roar emanated from His rotting mouth, echoing over the river, causing the entire city of Calderón to shake visibly.

The river that rolled up, fell, darkened, pale rose and poured wildly towards the embers at the end of the stone staircase. Wave after wave of pale torrents slapped Ember's body, trying to drown him in the river.

But no matter how the 'waves' hit, the illusory river could never really touch the embers' body.

The rotting body of the 'Grim Reaper' Sallinger approached the embers, and around him were countless vague shadows hovering at the edge of the river. At this moment, they seemed to have gained a part of their 'freedom', no longer wandering forever, but following the footsteps of the 'Grim Reaper', approaching the embers step by step, and letting out an unconscious crazy roar from their mouths.

This is an army of the dead!

At a glance, Ember saw many of the same figures in the army of the dead—they all belonged to the same person, to the bronzed, soft-haired Azke Eggers.

The Archon of Death seems to have split into multiple selves, wandering among the pale stone pillars on either side of the River of Eternal Darkness.

But in reality, the 'Definitor of Death' is clearly alive, although he is not in good shape.

But since He is here, it means that He has died, and more than once.

This reminds Ember of the 'Undead' in Sequence 4 of the 'Grim Reaper' pathway, where the 'Undead' dies and resurrects once every sixty years, and forgets most of the memories of the past, which need to be slowly retrieved later, as if starting a new life.

But it is obvious that this kind of immortality is not really immortal, and there are also great hidden dangers. Because every time they die, they split into a 'shadow' that lingers eternally in the river of eternal darkness. If you die too many times, the amount of 'shadow' that splits out has already exceeded the ontology, and perhaps even the ontology will be attracted to the river of eternal darkness and become the real 'dead'.

Although Azik's body is still alive and well, what appears here is only a 'shadow'. But with the blessing of the River of Eternal Darkness, these 'shadows' all possess the strength of Sequence 4 or above. Among the very few examples, there is even the strength of Sequence 2, which is a real angel, and the strength is already equivalent to the ontology!

After all, for a essentia, it is not difficult to share some power to these 'shadows'.

And beside the Archon of Death, there were two pale shadows that did not belong to Him.

They are all black-haired and brown-eyed, with ordinary facial features and a little bookish air.

Their name is Klein, Klein Moretti.

Beside Klein, there was a man in a black trench coat, his gray eyes unusually deep against the pale skin.

His name is Dunn, Dunn Smith.

And compared to these 'acquaintances', there are more people who don't know!

The figures on both sides of the river converge into a rushing black river, dense and endless!

These are undoubtedly the dead who have died in the past, forever hovering on the edge of the river of eternal darkness. And in the past thousands of years, how many tens of millions of people have died? At least in the hundreds of billions, if not trillions!

Even many of them have been wandering for eternity, swept into the middle of the river by the rising tide, sinking uncontrollably to the bottom of the river, melting like frost. But now the figures still hovering on both sides of the river are still hundreds of millions!

Although most of them were just ordinary people, even the River of Eternal Darkness would not give these ordinary people extraordinary abilities, and the hindrance to the embers would have almost no effect. But this dense number still looks a little chilling.

Ember withdrew his gaze from the endless ranks of the dead, and it seemed that the River of Eternal Darkness was determined to stop him. But it was impossible for him not to understand that the number of these dead was only a delay in time, and could not really stop him, even with the addition of Sallinger the Grim Reaper.

Unless...... The purpose of the river of eternal darkness is to stall for time, who is He waiting for? Adam? Or someone else?

Ember didn't try to find out, because whoever came he would show up sooner or later.

There is no need to waste time on such inconsequential issues.

In the same way, these dead are the same, and Ember does not intend to entangle with them.

So......

Ember flipped his palm, and out of nowhere conjured a bell.

The style of the bell is not very beautiful, but it is very 'rustic', and it looks like it is carved out of square stone.

The corresponding bell is a square box with embers held in the palm of the right hand, in the same style as the bell - it is an urn.

Jingle bell~!

The crisp chime of the bell resounded over the River of Eternal Darkness, and on the shaking bell, a purple halo slowly swung out with the bell, awakening the sleeping Heroic Spirits in the urn, the Silver Knights.

In later generations, the Protoss under the rule of Yu Pseudo-Niang gradually withered, and the strength of the Silver Knight as the guardian of the Protoss was no longer what it used to be. Not only has the number plummeted, but the strength of these Silver Knights is also much lower than before. If you use the standards of this world to evaluate, most of the strength of those silver knights is only at the level of sequence 5.

Only the Dark Moon Knight, who is regarded as a henchman by the pseudo-mother, still maintains the strength of all the members of the sequence 4. It's just that compared with the Silver Knight at the peak of the Protoss, it can still only be regarded as better than nothing.

In the end, under the cleansing of Salivan, the Knights of the Darkmoon were completely wiped out. And even if some of the remaining Silver Knights are loyal to the Protoss, just by virtue of their Sequence 5 level, even if they have the intention to kill thieves and support the Protoss, it will be useless after all.

But what Ember summoned was not the silver knights who were raised by the puppet mother in later generations. Rather, the elite knights who once followed Gwen to participate in the dragon hunting war and crusade against the undead ancient dragons, each of them has the strength equivalent to Sequence 4 or even Sequence 3, and each of them has the miracle that Gwen once taught - the Spear of Sunshine!

Tall figures rose from the mists of history, standing in neat formations behind the embers, filling section after section of gray staircase, silver armor glowing in the dark glow.

The most elite Silver Knight has followed Gwen to spread the fire, but the remaining Silver Knight is still the most heroic and powerful warrior of the Protoss.

In the process of guarding Arnoor Lund, they bravely died in order to protect the princess of sunshine in the process of stopping the powerful enemy.

Out of respect for them, Ember chose to 'bury' their ashes together, so that their souls could meet in a dream - although the urn may not seem large, the interior space is really not small, and the scale of the dream is endless.

And now, they are being reborn in their calling.

Their swords were still sharp, their armor was still strong, and the noble Silver Knight was once again in battle.

Even if they are no longer fighting for the Protoss this time, they are still noble demigod warriors!

Wow!

The silver knights stepped back with one foot, and neatly 'took out' a large bow taller than a human from their backs, which was engraved with inscriptions belonging to the gods - it was the great bow used to hunt dragons in the time of gods!

In the case of a bow, it is unreasonably large, so it is also unusually powerful.

Clang!

With a heavy slamming sound, the end of the dragon hunting bow was 'fixed' to the ground.

The silver knights held their bows in one hand, and with the other they 'frew' arrows like iron spears from their waists, the work of giants who were the blacksmiths of the gods!

Draw your bow and shoot your arrows!

Brilliant golden miracles converged on the tips of the arrows, and the light emitted by thousands of dragon hunting arrows dispelled the gray and gray around them, making this underground world, which could not be reached by any light, shine like the sun for the first time!

Bang!

The bowstring exploded, and the long arrow pierced the air, shining with golden light to pierce the sky and pierce into the army of billions of dead!

Bang!

The arrows fell into the army of the dead, the shining sunlight exploded instantly, and the golden sun also expanded in an instant. And those who were touched by the rays of the 'sun' instantly twisted their bodies and turned to ashes in the screams, as easily as the breeze kicked up dust.

Boom Boom!

Thousands of long arrows pierced the army of the dead, causing millions of dead to disappear in an instant. Compared to the hundreds of millions of dead who hovered on both sides of the River of Eternal Darkness, such a loss was really not worth mentioning.

Even though a large number of the dead were melted away by the light in an instant, the remaining ones still did not have the slightest fear, and remained in a state of silence, approaching the staircase where the embers were step by step.

And the front end of the army of the dead had almost advanced to the front of the stairs.

Boom!

The silver knights in the front row put away their longbows, and golden thunder and lightning wrapped around the sides of the longsword as it unsheathed.

The silver knights were ready with shields in one hand and swords in the other.

Bang!

The war was about to break out, at least a thousand silver knights rushed down the steps, charging against the boundless army of the dead, the silver armor was like a silver wall of sighs, and the long sword wrapped in the golden sunlight in his hand ruthlessly killed any dead who tried to get closer, and pushed the battle line back step by step against the corpse of the dead!

And on the top of the stairs, the silver knight with the dragon hunting bow was not affected in the slightest.

Again and again, they 'freaked' the dragon arrows from their waists and shot them at the tireless army of the dead!

Sallinger the Grim Reaper stood at the edge of the River of Eternal Darkness, with the closing Silver Knight in front of him and the undead spilling by at his feet.

But He did nothing but the first roar.

Just stand quietly in the army of the dead and watch it all happen.

Finally, the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to be aware of His passive slackness.

The spreading tide instantly swept the soles of Sallinger's feet, sweeping all the dead in his vicinity into the depths of the river, never to climb out again.

And the surging tide rose higher and higher until it was above Sallinger's head.

An illusory tide slapped over Sallinger's face, and the water followed Sallinger's rotten face into his body, and after a circle, it flowed out of another rotting hole and into the mainstream.

But even after being submerged by the river of eternal darkness, the expression of the 'Grim Reaper' Sallinger did not change in the slightest.

But at last He stopped being passive and sluggish, and like the dead who had spread back to his feet, He finally lifted his palm.

At this moment, He finally showed the majesty of belonging to the Grim Reaper, to the illusory god who stood above countless undead!

Extremely cold, extremely noble, with a rich death to the world.

The Silver Knights quickly killed all the dead on the front line, and the dead in the rear were swallowed up by the rising tide of the River of Eternal Darkness warning the 'Grim Reaper', causing the rear to fail to fill the gap in the first place, which caused a gap in the battle situation.

The Silver Knights marched briskly and rushed forward against the army of the undead.

In the process, a silver knight suddenly glanced up at the tall figure.

His right hand condensed with a glittering golden miracle, attempting to interrupt the Grim Reaper's movement of raising his hand.

But in the next second, the silver knight suddenly stood in place, motionless.

Syllable!

In just a moment, the Silver Knight's armor lost its support, and instantly turned into countless fragments scattered to the ground.

Just by looking at the 'Grim Reaper', the Silver Knight paid with his life.

Although his ashes are still intact, although his soul is protected by flames, it does not belong to the jurisdiction of the River of Eternal Darkness, and does not truly die.

But this death will still cause irreversible damage to his soul.

For a short period of time, it is not possible to be summoned a second time.

Seeing the fate of their colleagues, the other Silver Knights immediately responded, lowering their heads and looking at the army of the dead, avoiding the 'Grim Reaper' from looking at each other. But even without eye contact, under the gaze of the 'Grim Reaper', their movements became more and more sluggish, as if they had changed from young and strong to dying old in an instant, and they did not even have the strength to swing their swords, allowing the undead to climb their bodies and gnaw at their armor.

Roar!

The loud dragon roar resounded through the sky, the black dragon swooped down, and the scorching dragon flame burned a few meters in front of the Silver Knight's defense line, dividing an insurmountable sea of fire, burning everyone who was in it!

The Grim Reaper suddenly raised his head and set his gaze on the swooping black dragon.

At the same time, the Silver Knights were light, their bodies no longer withering, no longer shackled like rivers of death.

The Grim Reaper stared at the massive black dragon, oblivious to when it appeared—just as he hadn't noticed when the embers had vanished.