The capital of the Kingdom of Talib.

Tarbrus, the necromantic knight, was a little irritable.

He obviously smelled the scent of the living, and there were thousands of elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of ordinary soldiers searching everywhere, but after so much time, there was still no gain.

"The capital is so big in total, you can see it at a glance, why can't you find anyone?"

"These rats can really hide."

He was not afraid that the rats would run away, because his army of necromancers was not only in the capital, but also throughout the kingdom of Talib.

Unless this group of rats has been digging holes in the ground and digging thousands of kilometers out, don't try to escape from the palm of his hand.

Fate heard him, and just as he was full of irritability, his guards brought him good news.

"General, we have found a hidden cave that leads to the underground, and the mouth of the cave is filled with the breath of all kinds of living people."

Tarbrus laughed: "Aha~ This is really a bunch of rats who love to dig holes!" ”

With a flick of the reins, the necromantic war horse neighed, and in a few vertical leaps, they arrived at the entrance of the cave and ambushed.

It can be seen that the entrance of the cave is hidden between a group of ruins, and many spell runes are used on the surface to cover the aura, and the internal passage is also completely blocked.

However, the entrance to the cave can be blocked, but the smell of the living is difficult to remove, and naturally it cannot escape the nose of the necromantic warrior.

The Necromantic Warrior's nose is insensitive to other smells, except for the 'smell of the living'.

A hundred times sharper than the world's best hounds, it can smell a living person from a distance of 100 kilometers.

Facing the dark hole at this time, Tabruss sniffed lightly and laughed out loud.

"Ah~ I smell my grandfather and grandmother, and so does my cold-blooded father. My family is all hiding inside, ahahaha~~"

When he finished laughing, he roared at the mouth of the cave.

"Take the initiative, rats, don't hide, or I'll unleash the soul plague into this rat hole, and let you all drown in the power of the god of death!"

About 5 seconds after the roar fell, a deep, gritty voice came from within the cave.

"Tarbrus, I didn't expect you to get this far."

It was Tarbrus's grandfather, Joga. Talib, is the founder of the kingdom of Talib and the guardian of the kingdom.

Tarbrus was originally full of respect for this grandfather, but after becoming a necromancy, all the feelings of mortals were diluted and became insensitive.

Except for killing and revenge, no emotion in the world could resonate with his soul.

He snorted and sneered, "Where were you when my father killed my mother, grandfather?" ”

"Your mother killed the queen out of jealousy, and your father only executed your mother according to the law. He didn't do anything wrong. ”

There are difficult scriptures in every family, there are few innocent white lotus flowers in the royal family, and Tarbrus's mother may be kind to her children, but she is not a woman of pure nature.

Tarbrus couldn't allow others to say that his mother was bad, and a fire of rage instantly welled up in his heart.

"Grandfather, come out of the rat hole! Look into my eyes in front of me and repeat the phrase all over again. ”

"Don't worry, I'm coming out, and I'm not alone. My grandmother, who used to love you the most, will also come out with me. ”

"Grandmother. No! It's none of her business, don't get her involved, no! Just the two of us! ”

As he said this, Tarbrus found himself feeling a rare wave of unbearable emotion in his heart.

But immediately a wild rage poured out, and at once it swept away the emotion without a trace, as if it had never been there.

So he changed his words: "Of course, if you insist on doing this, I have no opinion." ”

Half a minute later, a tall man with a resolute expression walked out of the hole.

He looked around at the necromantic warriors around him and said, "I'm your grandfather, can't you just let your warriors back away and give me and your grandmother some breathing space at this moment?" ”

"Haha~ Grandfather, you won't need to pant soon~"

Still, Tarbrus waved his hand and motioned for his elite men to step back fifty meters.

Joga turned around, reached out and took a woman's hand, and carried her out of the hole, it was his beloved wife and soul mate Lisa, who had been with him for many years.

The two stood side by side at the entrance of the cave, holding hands, facing their grandson, who had fallen into the minions of the god of death.

Joe Ga sighed: "Child, there is no future in following the evil god of death, go back, at least let your soul be redeemed." ”

"Turn back?"

As if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Brutas sat on the back of a necromantic horse, his scarlet eyes wrapped in black gas staring condescendingly at his grandparents.

"Grandfather. No, I should have called you by name. ”

"The warrior Joga, the lion king of the Northlands and the darling of the god of war, Aransa, led his armies three times to repel the Dead Maharaja of the Necromantic Lord Boga and established the great warrior kingdom of Talib."

"It's a pity that even the God of War was defeated by Vanderon, the God of Death, and as the patron of the God of War, your defeat is doomed!"

"Grandfather, you failed because you chose the wrong person to follow, and you could have become a greater Necromantic Lord than Boga."

"I feel sorry for you."

Qiao Jia was actually a little weak in his heart, because he had heard the name of Lawson, the god of time and space, for the first time.

I've never heard of anything related to it before, and it's likely that this should be a new god.

Even the great Aranza has failed, and this new god is most likely no match for Van der Lon.

However, his current situation is like that of an adventurer hanging from a cliff, as soon as he lets go, he will immediately fall off a cliff.

At such times, if someone hangs down a rope, he will hold on tightly, regardless of whether the rope is strong enough or not.

Of course, he was not completely devoid of faith in this new god who was famous for the first time.

The artifact created by the other party is flawless, and the style is also very strong, and the shot is even more generous.

The tone of his voice exuded a calm and indifferent confidence, as if no difficulty in the world could overwhelm him.

Joga has dealt with many true gods, and he also has some insight.

I vaguely felt that this true god was not quite the same as the true god sent by the empress before, and it seemed that he had some ability.

"But no matter what, I have no choice but to believe."

After strengthening his belief, Choga's mind was completely stable, and he looked at Tarbrus, who was wrapped in the power of death, and sighed lightly.

"Child, if you insist on going to the end, then your grandmother and I can only give up saving you."

Tarbrus rebuked: "Hypocrisy! ”

Then he suddenly raised his hand, and the Death Sword wrapped in black gas and red light pointed directly at his grandfather Qiaojia.

"Joga, the Necromantic Lord Boga admires you, and he specifically instructed me to carefully transform you into a powerful necromantic warrior so that we can serve the god of death together."

"So, don't put up any resistance, cooperate obediently, and let my sword plunge into your heart and lead you into a truly eternal world of the dead."

Things got to this point, and Joga didn't say anything more.

He was both a valiant warrior and a resolute king, and once decided, he would not be a mother-in-law.

Take a deep breath: "Lisa, everything that should be persuaded has been persuaded, it's time to fight!" ”

Tarbrus laughed again: "Fight? Haha, it's a dying struggle! ”

As he spoke, Tarbrus pulled the reins, and the black-filled blood-eyed necromantic warhorse let out a leaky neigh.

In the next moment, it turned into a wisp of black light and rushed towards the two of them at high speed, and the Death Sword in its hand was wrapped in a thick black qi, as if it had turned into a black mist banner, and slashed horizontally towards Qiao Jia's neck.

"Taste the blade of the Holy Sword!"

Lisa had already prepared, and at this moment, her eyes flashed with determination, and her left hand, which was wearing an artifact bracelet, clenched into a fist, activating the aura of protection.

'Buzz~~~'

The divine power flowed, the starry sky was bright, and in an instant, a layer of glass light similar to the cosmic starry sky was condensed on Lisa and Qiaojia.

At the same time, there was a low and simple divine language echoing in the mind of the recipient.

"Mortals will die eventually, but not today!"

When Tarbrus saw the strange shield, he didn't fear it, but laughed.

"No living person can resist the edge of the Holy Sword! All in vain! ”

In the next moment, the holy sword still slashed at Qiaojia's neck.

'When~~~~'

There was a violent bang, and Qiao Jia stood there unharmed, without even frowning, while the holy sword was shaken out of Tarbrus's hand and bounced out hundreds of meters away.

The terrifying black qi on the holy sword was also completely resisted, and it was completely unable to invade the glazed starry sky.

The necromantic war horse seemed to have hit a high mountain, and in an instant, it turned from a high-speed galloping state to a standstill, and there were multiple fractures all over the body, especially the sternum.

Tarbrus on horseback flew out because of the huge inertia.

Before he landed, another quaint divine language sounded again.

"Mortals will eventually die, right now!"

The voice also echoed in the mind of the recipient, and this time the recipient was Tarbrus.

The tone of the Divine Word is subdued and abrupt, full of simple mystery, and because it resounds directly in the soul, you can understand the meaning of the Divine Language.

Tarbrus suddenly had a great sense of foreboding, as if he had heard the judgment proverbs of fate.

Before he could fully figure it out, the next moment, he felt a terrifying power blessing on him, and his immortal level 16 strong body couldn't resist it at all.

'Click~~~Puff~~~'

A cracking sound like fried beans lasted for half a second, and then a wisp of black gas, scarlet eyes and shadows emerged from the broken corpse.

It was the tainted soul of Tarbrus.

Losing the shackles of the corpse cage, but still having the shackles of the divine power of death, he was still not free, but he was a little confused, and he didn't understand what was going on for a while.

Qiao Jia was full of confidence, and secretly said in his heart: "What a powerful artifact, such a powerful god of time and space!" ”

Aranza, the god of war, is also very powerful, and has given them a powerful artifact, but the artifact is a bit rough in workmanship, has many restrictions on use, and the burst speed is far less rapid than the current artifact.

It's not as pleasant to use as the artifact in front of you.

Especially when the divine magic broke out, it carried a simple divine language similar to the whisper of fate, which invisibly increased people's confidence.

At this moment, the elite warriors of Tarbrus saw that their commander had been defeated, and they let out a roar in unison, and rushed forward with their weapons in hand.

The highest strength of these necromantic warriors is the Unbeleaguered Realm, and most of them are the power of the Immortal Realm.

Even without the use of artifacts, the demigod Joga could easily kill them.

Facing the siege of thousands of elite death warriors, he roared, raised his foot and took three steps forward, one step heavier and heavier, and the last step stomped violently on the ground.

Indestructible Skill. Earth Tsunami!

'Bang! ’

There was a dull thud, and the earth sinked violently, and he stomped out a huge wave of rocks that were eighty meters high.

The wave quickly surged out in all directions, shattering the corpses of the elite warriors who rushed up at once.

After the corpse was shattered, the bound soul in it popped up, and after staying for a while, it slowly faded away, as if it was pulled by a strange force.

Rosen had been watching from the sidelines, and when he saw this scene, his heart moved.

'Good fellow, those who have a complete body will come out as a warrior, and those who have lost their body will be turned into pure power for the god of death to squander. ’

And the original destination of these mortal souls was the empress's earth god.

In other words, Van der Long robbed the mortal souls of Enya, the Empress of the Earth, and with the help of Tiamat, the god of darkness, used these mortal spirits as the most complete source of power.

And this is the biggest evil effect that divine power can focus on.

Because once it can be focused, the true God with absolute power will never stop at pumping water from the 'soul extreme', but will squeeze it to the end.

As a result, the structure of the world will completely collapse, civilization will lose the basis of its existence, and it will completely return to the jungle of the jungle of the jungle.

Rosen secretly said in his heart: "I must redeem these polluted mortal souls."

The more he redeemed, the less power Vanderron gained, until eventually, the power was exhausted and he was completely defeated.

On the other side, the blood in the warrior Qiaojia's heart surged, and the warrior's blood surged, and he roared violently in the sky.

"Corpses, get back to the ground and lie down!"

This time it is also an indestructible battle skill, called Thunder Battle Cry.

After the eruption, the sound wave contained a huge indestructible force, forming a wild shock wave that spread in all directions.

Wherever the shockwave passed, those necromantic warriors who only possessed mortal strength were instantly shattered.

Under the blow, the necromantic army within a range of nearly five rami was wiped out in an instant, and the ruins of the capital suddenly became very silent.

All that remained were some muffled whimpering in the cold wind, the wails of the souls, the pollution of the land by the power of the dead.

Without purification, mortals would not be able to survive here.

Food, air, and clean water all have polluting powers, and if you live for a long time, the living will gradually become undead.

But at this time, it is naturally too late to think about these.

Joga turned his head to look at Tarbrus, who was still dazed.

"Child, the Empress of the Earth has sent a powerful new messenger, and the good days of the god of death are coming to an end."

Lisa advised again: "Child, go back." ”

Tarbrus came back to his senses for a moment, looking at the corpses all around him, his face shocked.

"Am I defeated?"

Qiao Jia nodded: "Yes, you failed!" ”

Lisa advised her for the third time: "Turn back, kid!" ”

Perhaps because of the loss of his body, Tarbrus felt that the anger in his heart had subsided a lot, and he could think calmly.

But it was too late.

He shook his head: "Grandmother, there is no turning back from the necromancy, you can only go all the way to the end." ”

As he spoke, his body became lighter and lighter.

His ethereal voice echoed in the air.

"From the moment I became a Necromantic Knight, I sold my soul to the devil completely."

"If my body is intact, I am a loyal warrior of the god of death. If my body is destroyed, my soul will be food for the god of death. ”

"Grandfather and grandmother, may you always win~"

With these words, Tarbrus's soul was pulled by a strange force, and quickly flew along a strange path like a dark tunnel to an unknown 'black hole'.

I thought that he would fall into darkness forever and dissipate completely.

But just as he waited for the last moment, suddenly a starlight hand broke through the dark tunnel and slammed in front of him.

The hand grabbed his soul and led him out of the dark tunnel.

Tarbrus slammed: "What's going on?" ”

Immediately after, he froze.

He saw an endless starry sky, and in the starry sky, countless stars formed a huge and incomparably large eye.

The star's giant eyes stared at him, and the quaint divine words he had heard in his mind before sounded again.

"Mortal, I am Lawson, the god of time and space, I am willing to give you a path to redeem your soul, if you are willing to go, nod your head."

Tarbrus was dumbfounded by the sight and immediately nodded madly.

"Very well, now tell me all the secrets of the Necromantic Lord Bhagava, whatever you know."

"Yes, yes, I'll say it all."

(End of chapter)