"That thing looks and fights well, doesn't it? Could it be that thing? ”

With his hands firmly attached to the huge ancient tree, Liu Wu, who was temporarily authorized to share information as a guest, was extremely surprised in his heart.

Although the power of that strange monster was strong, and although the will to destroy everything was pure, it was certainly not enough to make Liu Wu feel so surprised.

It's just that the appearance of this strange monster, this iconic ray, reminds Liu Wu of something he had glimpsed on TV twice before, the strange existence of Kimilamon.

"No, it shouldn't be that thing, maybe it's just something as specious as the ghost king and the evil god, right?" Liu Wu comforted himself for the time being, at this moment, he still didn't have any confidence to face the two-headed evil dragon that could travel through time and space and create a different dimensional space.

After all, in the original setting, the evil king who traveled freely in time and space and continued to destroy all eras and worlds was strong enough, and if it was really allowed to break free from the shackles of digital and come to the strange endless dimension, Liu Wu would not be able to estimate how much power it would have.

But unless necessary, Liu Wu is not a person who likes to pin his hopes on illusions, hallucinations, and coincidences.

So just thinking about it for a moment, an idea was transmitted to the Elven Queen through a well-developed data network.

Liu Wu wants to rely on the elven clan's developed teleportation system to quickly go to the battlefield and fight!

Test for yourself the truth of what looks like Kimiramon.

But this idea seemed to make Queen Hilph misunderstand something, and a firm will was conveyed to Liu Wu.

"Rest assured, now is not the time for the guests to make a move—let them witness the power of the elves one more time." Queen Sylph said with her thoughts.

And before Liu Wu could reply, the elves distributed in all corners of the Elven Forest had already arrived at the battlefield along the teleportation system.

Although they didn't expect that there would be an instantaneous and light-speed transmission in the army of the undead, and the powerful light that hit it when it was seen, the elves who had been tempered in countless times still reacted quickly.

The moment the teleportation arrived at its intended location, the arrow was wound, and with the action of drawing the bow, the brilliance of the spell shone under the collective high-speed chanting.

A rain of millions of arrows covered the sky for a moment, and the glow of the blessed magic emanating from the arrows radiated a brilliance not inferior to that of the sun.

Each long arrow that pierces the sky with colorful light is in no way inferior to a small cloudburst bomb with the blessing of energy, and they are even more interconnected with each other, resonating with each other, destroying one will only make the energy covering this long arrow be divided by the rest of the long arrows.

The bombardment power of the Great Ivan washing the ground, combined with the terrifying transfer ability in the Elven Forest, is one of the factors that the Elves have always been able to keep alone.

If you want to break through this rain of arrows, there are only three ways.

One is that the strong rely on their speed to break through beyond the coverage of the arrow rain in an instant, and protect themselves, but they must guard against the arrow rain that detonates instantly.

One is to blast all the long arrows that are not weak in defensive positions due to energy at the same time, but there are no such awesome characters on this land at the moment.

One is to unleash the legion spells that the elves have studied for tens of thousands of years and modified countless times, so that the long arrows can be linked to each other after they are fired.

But Krsu Boyle remained silent, no spells were issued, and the flying undead soldiers spontaneously faced the oncoming attack.

And so, destruction came.

For a moment, there was only thunder in heaven and earth.

The atmosphere was turbulent and windy, the blazing blood was evaporated, and the edge of the Elven Forest, the trees that had been blown up by the aftermath because they had regained their strength turned into ashes in an instant, and a sun rose above the ground.

A sun that can turn everything into nothingness.

The army of millions of undead was completely destroyed without even doing anything, and even the dark cloud of death disappeared in an instant.

This is the power of the Legion-level Spell Judgment Arrow, like a god from above dropping the sword of Judgment.

This is a powerful spell that can only be achieved by a group of elves with nearly a million people, all of whom are transcendent, and who have a very high order.

But as the right hand of the Lord of the Undead, is the Lich Kersu such a dull fool who travels thousands of miles with an army of millions of undead to send him to his death?

So, out of nowhere, the ballad drifts slowly, and the evil language sings the praises of death and suffering.

And so, in the midst of the light, suddenly a thin cloud rose, and then it swelled wildly, turning into a huge skull, and little by little covering the sun that had risen from the earth, as if death had swallowed the light.

Sacrificing millions of different breeds of elite necromancy, the legion-level spell Lamentation of Death, which was unleashed by the soul-proficient Lich Krsu and the Vampire Prince, was unleashed for the first time on the continent.

The huge skeleton slowly rose into the air, and then bit down so hard that everything withered, and the lamentations of death covered everything in an instant, and the trees withered and life died.

The power of the Ancient Tree of Life collided with the exact opposite force, but it neither detonated nor disappeared, and the energy within thousands of kilometers was completely chaotic, turning into a mess that resisted the use of any sapient beings.

The undead clan could not recover with the help of the power of the death cloud, but the elven clan could no longer use the power of the ancient tree of life to quickly teleport and recover.

A level playing field is where it shouldn't be.

And within the coverage of this fair battlefield, having lost the protection that seems to never fade, hundreds of thousands of elves who have not stepped out of the forested area for a long time feel extremely weak.

Even though their strength has long been replenished by the ancient tree of life that replenishes energy all the time behind them, they cannot replenish their energy at any time, they cannot use the free energy escaping between heaven and earth, and they have lost the ability to quickly change their position and share information in real time.

At this moment, the elves, most of whom can't even exert their previous strength, and the prepared and unscathed Lich Kersu, the vampire prince Nicholas, can be called Kimira for the time being, have already charged.

Broken bodies, enslaved souls, fighting spirits that shatter at the touch of a touch, death and fear have finally befallen the elves who have forgotten these two terms, and they have completely understood a simple truth - when the final destruction comes, what in this world can be unscathed?

(End of chapter)