Just like the ...... in a dream The darkness was actually a galaxy that shrank and expanded like mist. The vertical and horizontal flickering light densely spread countless sparks in the cascading darkness, forming a rotating disk, just like the one hanging in the sky in the clear night sky, the fierce light is extinguished, far and wide, just watching, as if you can peep into the deepest mystery of the universe through this side of the world.

It's just that this light gives people not amazing excitement, but an inauspicious oppression, a kind of scattered and broken fear that seems to collapse in front of him, silently rippling, pressing into everyone's heart, whether he is listening carefully or not.

"Found you. He said.

The questioning of the spirit can only be heard by those who hear it. Hundreds of voices mixed with each other, each laughing excitedly......

But Edward didn't seem to care about it: "Found it, so what?" he sneered softly.

It's just that in his voice, his thoughts didn't stop for a moment.

Straight to the head?

It's too dangerous.

Edward was not afraid of a single god, the basis of God's power was divine power, a kind of energy, as long as he started from this aspect, God was not difficult to deal with, or at least not difficult to defend, but Pandorian Ryan was not such an opponent......

Rumble!

A layer of subtle luster, mixed into the silver dust of the astral realm, seemed inconspicuous, but the next moment, the space was distorted! A huge vortex with a diameter of ten feet appeared out of thin air in the silver-powdered wind, and the energy outlined more than a dozen profound ridges in the space. And then the next moment it mingled into a flickering plane.

The distortion of the huge space bounced back, and Edward, who was still standing underneath, couldn't help but exhale slightly—he could only barely make out that it was an extremely strong cloud of energy that had collided with the shield of divine power, and it was a missile-like spiritual shock. If it weren't for the activation of the space defense, then a large section of spiritual power just now would probably have exploded in the center of the city, and I don't know how much trouble it would have caused!

Silent activation, that's a psychic ability.

It may be that only ancient evil creatures can use spiritual energy so squanderingly. Creating such a terrifying effect, fortunately, the power of the space barrier is transferred rather than directly accepted and counteracted, if replaced by an ordinary magic barrier. At this time, I'm afraid it has been directly shattered by that violent energy, right?

Pandorian Ryan's dregs were nothing more than a small mass of his ontological spirit, resembling the sporadic electrical discharges of humans suspended above the cerebral cortex...... Or rather, superficial memory. It's just that the existence of this ancient evil thing has reached an astonishing level. Therefore, even if it is just a small dregs, a collection of thousands of souls, it still has extraordinary power.

Devouring Divine Power. Fearless of magic. In those old memories, the battle with Pandorian Ryan was arguably the greatest challenge - the Lannister Arcanist was the only one Edward knew of had won, but the abilities of the ancient Arcanists were not something that could be guessed today, and worse, Edward did not see the battle unfold.

Even though the conditions he relied on now seemed to be not much different from that time—on the surface, the Lannister Mentor had the help of the Floating City, but Edward's side had one more city, and the Remnant of the Catastrophe was armed to the teeth with a killing weapon—Edward still had little confidence.

The equipment of the Remnant of the Catastrophe is his own setting. Most of it was used to strengthen the attack, which was to supplement Edward's own lack of attack power. In terms of defense, it is necessary to rely on the role of the space god for the most part, as for the city of Burgundy...... It can be said that this thing full of people without many real warriors is a huge burden at all, although as long as the arcane core can function, its spatial defense circle can ensure sufficient defense, but for an enemy of Pandor's level, it is still unknown how effective this defense can be.

Pandorian Ryan's scumbag may not have the power that Edward saw in his dreams, but even if he can exert a fraction of the power in his dreams, or even a tenth of the power in his dreams, it is terrifying enough, after all, in reality, Edward's ability to resist him can't even be applied!

"Slowly retreat and gather everyone into the lobby on the third floor......

Frowning, he ordered.

But this brief psychic message was not even finished, and a blue light had suddenly shone brightly!

An invisible seismic wave centered on him erupted on the spatial barrier in front of him, spreading out in all directions, and the barrier set off a monstrous wave like a shallow surface of water. Where the ring of the earthquake wave reached, the rock of the lower half of the city wall was instantly deformed and twisted, and it was as soft as roasted butter. And the next moment, the fierce roar suddenly exploded!

"Energy rays, energy missiles, this thing is really good at learning......"

The distorted space sent the figures of four people a few hundred feet away, and his gaze swept over the steaming space, and Edward couldn't help but smile bitterly.

As long as the foundation is strong enough, many things are just a matter of creativity, which can be imitated at will, even if there is a slight difference in details, the effect that can be played is not compromised at all. This is the ultimate of the so-called cottage...... And apparently, Pandorian Ryan has such an ability.

A low roar shook the luster of the stars, and Pandorian seemed to be sneering, but it was more like a horn to attack...... With this sound, the great shadow swelled in the distant canopy, and death flowed through it......

Real death.

That bit of darkness seemed to have expanded into a line in the blink of an eye, and the line stretched into a flat surface in the blink of an eye. Like a line of waves, rolling forward, the thick black was diluted by the violent stretch, and it became a mixed gray in the silver light of the astral plane—the kind of rotten gray that had lost its blood. Coupled with the parched bones, the pale ......=

"Darkness is above, what is that...... Woo......"

The half-elf couldn't help but scream as the gray tide had infected the Divine Enhancement Vision. Become clearly visible –

Countless corpses had lost their bodies, no armor, no weapons, no clothing, skin, muscles, internal organs, and indescribable carrion, and dry bones, plus the rotting maggots, the mildew, the filth, the stiff corpses stained with mud and slime.

It wasn't a corpse anymore, but it was only rotten flesh that could be discerned by the luster of the astral plane, and it wasn't so much that they were rushing towards the city. It's better to say that the astral space has been torn open from all angles to a certain plane where the corpses are stored, so this large pile of garbage has been dumped directly here......

But looking at the gray wave, Edward suddenly whispered to himself. "Strange......"

The self-muffled voice was drowned out in a roar...... On the Remnant of the Dead, the three main guns spewed out a cloud of colorful smoke at the same time, and the astral plane distorted the usual concept of supplies, making this otherwise rough scene extremely beautiful—a rapidly diffused rainbow of colorful fireballs with a large number of metal fragments burst outward, like a storm of flying flames and blades...... Colorful luster is collected and released. The scorched shreds it can touch the ground.

As soon as the smoke of the explosion cleared with the storm, the edges of the undead could be seen in the ruined area—only the undead were undaunted, and they writhed their bodies. Silently charged forward, the huge gap blurred by the corpses pouring back into the ground......

The attack inspires some kind of power, a surging negative energy.

So the tide of the undead changed in an instant, wriggling every part of the body that was condensed by negative energy. Build into some larger shapes. A corpse with seven hands and no legs, a corpse with six legs entangled, a corpse with many spines dancing, a corpse with countless bows tied in the intestines on the body...... The white pulp overflowing heads, the green flowing gallbladders, they began to combine silently, squeezing into a huge mountain, but barely taking the form of a human form. Picked up speed and ran. Tumbling, charging towards Burgundy.

"It's weird. ”

The same question was repeated, but this time the one who spoke had been replaced by Katzerjek, and the Eater of Souls' shriveled gray-white eyeballs swept across the surrounding gloom, and the wave of terror that erupted from three directions reflected only a small pupil-like shadow in his eyes: "A simple undead, and it is not even controlled?

"Hey, it's scary, he's ...... That antiquity is going to drown us with those dead man's bones!"

Lisa muttered in protest - she didn't even dare to raise her head at the moment, otherwise the blessed farsightedness would immediately make her see those disgusting things: "It's surrounded on all sides, we need to open the portal and rush out, I don't want to be surrounded by these things, it's disgusting...... Edward?"

The half-elf looked up, only to see a silent smile on the corner of the Psychic Warlock's mouth.

"What an interesting little trick. He said softly: "Remnant of the catastrophic sun, lower the hull, connect the main power array with the city core, and deploy the main cannon." ”

With his voice, four rays of lightning rose from the four corners of the foundation of the mage tower, connecting to the belly of the huge ship and sinking it downward, the foredeck of the giant ship opened up a new angle in a series of armor grinding sounds, and the two spatial barriers touched each other, and then merged, bursting out in the astral realm with a large flickering luster.

But the change made Lisa and Dahney's eyes widen together—long tail flames erupted from the back of the ship, and the whole city shuddered and moved forward!

That's right, forward, in the direction of the surging tide of the undead!

"Edward, you ......"

"The undead are disgusting, aren't they?" asked softly before Miss Half-Elf screamed, reaching out and gently touching the top of her head. So the latter was stunned: "It's disgusting, don't you want to rush in, that ancient evil thing is...... What the hell are you thinking?"

"Actually, it's nothing, I just think that this attack is too weak, so Pandorian Ryan is playing tricks on me. Naturally, I'm going to see what he's playing......"

"Huh?" the half-elf frowned tightly, glancing at the fire that had begun to spread out in front of him—the overwhelming undead were indeed terrifying, but that was only for mortals, in the face of the seemingly endless sea of undead, or a human city would collapse directly because of it. But for Burgundy now, it didn't make any sense at all—the Holocaust's guns roared, and each shell blasted through a large gap in the undead community. The golden red flame burned, and in an instant, the black color was completely ignited!

Would Pandorian Ryan's scumbag use such an easy thing to deal with against Edward? Why didn't he lean in?

Even Miss Half-Elf, who has never been very fond of using her brains, seems to have thought of this problem.

In fact, if the ability of the above ancient evil creatures is to use the ontology to directly impact the protection of the city...... Edward couldn't even think of how to crack that offense. But in this situation, the ancient evil creatures seemed to be trying to drive him away as if they were simply perfunctory...... So. When the enemy advances, I retreat, and when the enemy retreats, I naturally want to advance.

Today, Edward is no longer the owner of the Ancient Evil. Therefore, Pandor-Ryan's scum, for Edward, has a decisive position from those gods, even if he wants to jump back to the main material plane, he may not be able to avoid Pandor-Ryan's pursuit. And now. Since this guy is secretive, there should be something that attracts its attention even more. It's better to seize the opportunity and see if you can inflict some damage on him.

At least one should take a look.

On the Remnant of the Calamity, the thirteen main turrets had begun to fire continuously, and the flames flashed and expanded in the tide of the undead, and the four-hundred-millimeter main gun shells were filled with nitrocellulose explosives. Each shot was enough to destroy everything within a mile, but the countless corpses were no longer undead at this moment. It's just that they don't distinguish each other, and they are thick into pure negative energy, so a shell weighing nearly half a ton can only make a hole in this wave, and the black-gray ripples ripple, and they have been made up for in a moment, and they have closed!

The outskirts of the city have finally collided with the tide of the undead!

"Twelve degrees on the left side, ascent, three ...... on the right side"

Edward closed his eyes and kept reading the numbers, and he could feel that behind the tide of the undead, an invisible force was converging here...... There are big and small, deep, but yet it seems to flicker a little bit of black, right in the center of his consciousness.

That's scum, and, more than one

......

"More than one ......" Katzejek's sigh sounded in his consciousness.

Obviously, the Soul Eater Lich was somewhat difficult to accept as a result of the Psychic Warlock's adventure, and even if there was only one of them, it was terrifying enough, not to mention that hidden behind the tide of undead were three flickering energy points.

"Keep going. Edward simply ordered: "The main gun door is open, the target is in the center, and the maximum number is filled." ”

Keep attacking?

The attack will immediately lead to a counterattack, and in the current situation......

The tentacles of death writhed on Katzeyek's jaws, and the depths of the shriveled pale eyes of the Eater of Souls, the orange sheen jumped, sweeping around the city, the ripples that rippled on the spatial barrier, and then turned back and stared at the human figure—if it weren't for the magic circle wrapped around the life box still in effect, the thinker might have already pried open the head of the little monster that had lost its power, to see if it had been completely ruined by the previous battle with the gods.

What the hell was he thinking?

Although most of them have been repaired, the energy core of Burgundy City is actually in a state of unstable dìng, and no one can guarantee that there are no minor but fatal problems in the core circle after being ravaged by two divine powers, and the fish that have slipped through the net through the artillery fire in all directions will soon make this kind of operation encounter a severe test, although it can be compensated for with the floating city core on the Catastrophe Remnant, but what about after that?

Three?

And now it seems that this guy thinks so.

What the hell was he thinking?

Call!

The lightning and flames had already opened a pale shadow at the end of the Doom's rails, but the sheen of the teleportation was obscured by a black color in an instant—a massive mass of ammunition distorted all light with a third of the beam, and in an instant it was like a pitch-black blade cutting its way!

In fact, it is ...... with a scratch It is completely incorrect to describe it, although the light of the sky has been obscured by the dark fog, but there was still light on the battlefield, but when this obscurity extended forward, it seemed that all the light was distorted and thrown into it! Within the spatial shield of the city, the air rolled into a storm-like wild current, and then drove all the qiē, qiē, qiē, and qiē into it......

Sting!

The extremely harsh and muffled noise suddenly grabbed a qiē on the battlefield!

At the end of the field of vision, the black was split, like a giant mouth, like a trap, like the deepest vortex pushed forward, the path of advancement was like a passage to the end of the abyss, and the unconscious undead seemed to be able to feel the horror in it, and they struggled to charge forward, trying to get themselves away from the center of the storm,

But this struggle is as fragile as an ant climbing in the face of gravity...... The storm swept through the sand, debris, and countless corpses, like long tongues stretched out from the great black mouths, and with a single breath, it pulled the second half of the necromancer into the deep darkness, and then turned slightly, so that the rest of it became a mess.

The light of the astral plane finally flickered and illuminated a qiē.

Like a clumsy whale, the huge city leaps out of the dark, undead tide! (To be continued......