Chapter 302 You Collapsed as Soon as I Made a Move
"You managed to piss me off, you damn bug!"
The torrential rain whizzed down, and the body of the dracolich was looming in the rain.
"I will let you understand what is the true meaning of death!!"
As the voice of the dracolich fell, Fangzheng saw the dilapidated ghost ships shake suddenly, and then, these ghost ships burst instantly, and then, one after another, small undead bone dragons crawled out of them. Their appearance features are almost the same as that of the dracolich, but their size is not so huge.
I have a go! After working for a long time, these ghost ships are actually made of "keel".
Seeing this scene, Fangzheng was also speechless. He had always been curious about how those ghost ships were broken. Now it seems that those ghost ships should be the form of these undead bone dragons after they folded their wings and "deformed". . I really didn't expect this dracolich to have a big brain, using his disciples and grandchildren as ghost ships? This idea is also okay-oh wait, it's already full of holes in its brain.
"There's nothing you can do, you vile bug."
Soaring above the sky, the dracolich looked at Fang Zheng standing on the wall of the Chaos Fortress with a sneer. At this moment, around its body, hundreds of undead bone dragons are spreading their wings and hovering under its body. I have to admit that from the current point of view, Fangzheng's situation is indeed not very good. His undead army is basically anti-ground, but there are not many anti-air units. More importantly - there are hundreds of undead bone dragons on the opposite side!
Although it is not as big as Sindragosa, it is at least one-fifth of its size, and it is more than enough to deal with Fang Zheng's undead army. As for Fang Zheng himself? As a dracolich who stepped into the legendary realm, it can certainly feel that this young man is still far from this level. Although it is very rare for him to be able to have the current strength at his age, but... ...isn't that interesting?
Thinking of this, the soul fire in the eyes of the dracolich also began to shake again. A paladin who is about to step into the realm of legends, you can be sure that he must be the beloved toy of that woman, in that case, let me defile his soul and lead him into the realm of darkness and immortality, judging by his talent , maybe in a few hundred years, there will be another famous grand lich, and by that time...
Oh, it's really addictive!
"catch him!"
Thinking of this, the dracolich no longer hesitated, it suddenly stretched out its front paws and gave an order, and following its order, the undead bone dragons surrounding the dracolich suddenly roared, and then they spread their wings, He rushed towards Fangzheng!
"Hey……………"
Looking at the undead bone dragon rushing towards him, Fangzheng also sighed helplessly. He had to admit that this dracolich did have skills, and his own thoughts were still a little too thoughtless. The Chaos Fortress is still somewhat useful against the undead army, but facing these flying things... But it is too late to switch to a high-level heaven now.
Moreover, even if it is a high-level heaven, Fang Zheng is not sure whether he can really block the opponent. That dracolich gave Fang Zheng a very dangerous feeling, and it reminded him of the Lich Lord he met under the quarry when he went to the Field of Bones with Knight Stone a long time ago. It's just that at that time, Fangzheng had no way to fight the opponent, and finally had to choose to take the risk.
But now...hehe, there is no Stone here, let alone Malte, and naturally there is no large crowd of paladins watching.
More importantly...he is not what he used to be.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then he raised his right hand, and soon, a pitch-black soul stone appeared in Fangzheng's hand.
"Um?"
At the same time that Fangzheng took out the soul stone, the dracolich on the opposite side suddenly felt his soul fire tremble suddenly, and at the same time, those undead bone dragons that were flying towards Fangzheng also suddenly stopped. In place. Although they don't have much high intelligence, their keen instincts like beasts make these bone dragons feel that some kind of terrible existence is about to come!
What exactly is it! !
Logically speaking, the undead do not feel fear, no, it should be said that they are not incapable of fear, but that there is nothing enough to make them feel fear. This is especially true for a Lich, even if its body will be destroyed, it does not mean that it will die, on the contrary, its soul will return to its own phylactery, and then be reborn after a long time.
But now, it actually felt the threat of death?
A dracolich, an archmage who plays with death and soul, who can bring such fear to it?
"call---!!"
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through the air, and the bone-deep freezing cold even made the dracolich tremble, but soon, it reacted immediately and was startled.
What kind of power can actually make one's soul feel cold?
The dracolich raised his head in horror and looked forward. Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
On the wall of the Chaos Fortress, a boundless thin mist diffused, and then, a figure covered in pitch-black robes quietly emerged from it, holding two sickles tightly in its hands, without saying a word, just Sliding forward quietly. But anyone who sees that figure can't help but gasp—just as seeing the leaves turn yellow, you know that autumn is coming, and the falling white snow means the arrival of cold winter. Its appearance itself means the end of everything, even if It is a fate that even the gods cannot resist, let alone escape.
"Then, who is that? Why does it have such pure power of death?!"
The dracolich's eyes widened in horror, staring intently at the figure in the distance. At this moment, although it can release a cloud full of death power with a single thought, it can cause an earth-shattering flood just by waving its wings. But at this moment, it feels like a prisoner being put on the execution platform. It can't do anything except watch the sharp blade fall and end its own life.
This is impossible! Why is there such a powerful existence, but I have never heard of it? This is unreasonable!
"Destroy them."
Fang Zheng was not in the mood to explain to the dracolich in front of him. After realizing that he couldn't defeat it by himself, Fang Zheng quickly and decisively liberated Malthael's soul stone again—and the next thing he had to do was Just one thing.
That's the end of it all!
Hearing Fangzheng's order, Masail tilted his head slightly, then raised his head, and looked at the undead bone dragons in front of him. Then, Masail straightened his body, and with the movement, six mist-like wings Condensed behind the angel of death, and then slammed forward!
"——————!!!"
The next moment, the endless fog of death surged out from Marsay's feet like a sea wave, and rushed towards the hundreds of undead bone dragons in front of him. Seeing the eruption of the fog of death, those undead bone dragons turned around without hesitation, flapping their wings desperately, trying to escape from the capture of the fog. However, the speed of the death mist erupted by Masail was almost as fast as the flood, and the undead bone dragons had just turned around, and the next moment the flying mist enveloped the undead bone dragons.
Soon, in the fog, the souls of giant dragons were swept, torn, and completely swallowed by the fog of death like dust sucked out by a vacuum cleaner. And without the support of the soul fire, the bodies of those undead bone dragons immediately turned into a pile of bones, scattered from the sky.
What kind of existence is this!
Seeing this scene, the dracolich was finally stunned. Those undead bone dragons are servants that it took hundreds of years to create, and they all have its soul imprint. It is precisely because of this that the dracolich can keenly feel Well, after the fog swallowed their own undead bone dragons, their souls really "dead"!
This is impossible! Damn, why is there such a powerful existence!
At this moment, the dracolich was trembling all over. It had no doubt that it could not be the opponent of that strange figure. Therefore, it flapped its wings vigorously without hesitation, and then the torrential rain suddenly became larger, turning into a rain curtain and wrapping the dracolich, then it turned around suddenly, trying to escape, but the next moment the dracolich stopped. It made a move -- at some point, that pitch-black figure quietly appeared in front of it, blocking the dracolich's way.
"Go away!!"
The fear and anger deep in the dracolich reached its peak at this moment. It roared and opened its mouth, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath mixed with cold negative energy at the black figure. I saw the piercing dark red dragon's breath spurting out from the mouth of the dracolich, enveloping that pitch-black figure in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, a silver light flashed.
The galloping dragon's breath and the huge head of the dracolich were instantly split into two by the scythe in Masail's hand, and then Masail stretched out his right hand, piercing the dracolich's head with a scythe , followed by a sudden pull.
And following Marthael's movements, the huge dracolich's body trembled suddenly, and then its soul was forcibly pulled out of its body like this!
"Do not-----!!"
Realizing this, the dracolich at this moment is even more distraught. Logically speaking, as a dracolich, even if its body is destroyed, its soul should be able to return to its phylactery immediately . But at this moment, the dracolich felt in horror that a terrifying, cold force of death wrapped around its soul like a chain, making it impossible to return to the phylactery!
"No, let me go, I am willing to dedicate my soul to you, and I am willing to be your most loyal servant, please, please let me go!"
"Ha ha."
Hearing the dracolich begging for mercy, Fangzheng sneered. Of course he understood what the dracolich was thinking. The lich clan is almost immortal. For them, waiting for hundreds of years is not difficult, even for It doesn't matter if a slave is a servant. But Fangzheng would not agree to the seemingly tempting condition of the dracolich, because Fangzheng, who had read the records of the temple, knew very well that this kind of undead creature transformed from dark necromantic magic can walk evil creatures. Of course, it is impossible for Fangzheng to leave this kind of thing to poison his own sister, even if the other party swears by his own soul... It is useless.
Therefore, for everyone's happy life, let this unlucky dracolich die.
"Do not-----!!"
Realizing that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, the dracolich finally fell into madness at this moment. It began to struggle desperately, releasing spells full of powerful death power one after another, but these powerful attacks directly penetrated Marthael's body, completely did not cause any harm to him. On the contrary, Marthael just lifted it lightly, and the next moment it was like lifting a chicken, completely tearing the soul of the dracolich out of its body.
"You will pay the price for this! Will Wanzhu let you go......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The dracolich stared at Fangzheng, and let out a hoarse roar, but before it finished speaking, it turned into a violent scream the next moment, and then the dracolich's soul was completely absorbed into the horse's body. Under Sayel's black robe, there was no more movement.
"Phew...it's finally done."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fangzheng also heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little distressed—for the mission of the goddess, he has consumed the soul stone again this time...
But... Seeing the task completion prompt in front of him, Fangzheng still nodded.
No matter what, what should be started, is finally started.