Chapter 1347 Undead Monarch

The battle broke out at this moment. The moment he saw the dragon's blood, Muria took this knight exuding the might of the gods as a target to kill.

Because Muria had already determined that the culprit who killed the dragon under his command was this dead knight who appeared in front of him majestically.

This knight couldn't help killing his subordinates, and also extracted the essence of the three dragons to nourish the spear in her hand, and this was one of the reasons that made Muria burst into anger.

Although it is a routine operation to use the essence left by the enemy's corpse to store weapons if you think about it differently, it does not mean that such behavior is tolerable.

clang! Clank!

The slashes of the metal weapons echoed in the bone wasteland, and every time the slashes collided, there was a hurricane-like shock wave sweeping across the entire wasteland, but fortunately this wasteland was constructed by one of the forces, so there was no It collapsed in the aftermath of this level of battle, but persisted extremely tenaciously.

But such good times don't last long. Although he has the advantage of a mount, his body is covered with heavy armor, and he holds an artifact of death that even the gods are in his hands. He is also an experienced god of war.

However, the knights who fought against Muria were in the middle of the battle, and with an irreversible trend, they fell into a disadvantage, and gradually changed from fighting to being beaten.

But fortunately, the weapon in his hand is sharp, and the armor on his body is also quite thick. Even if the prison halberd in Muria's hand broke through the dark spear in his hand and fell on his armor, it would only leave a deep cut. marks, unable to penetrate the armor.

But such an armor, which can withstand the slashing of the prison halberd, can only delay the knight for a while. When the battle reaches the thirtieth round, the wasteland of bones can no longer hold on and collapses. The desolate scenery has returned.

And after the bone wasteland collapsed, Miria, who felt more and more relaxed, really lifted his leg and kicked the knight off his mount, but in Muria, he pursued the victory and was ready to deal with the death that fell into the deep underground. When the spirit knight started the lore, there was a roar that shook the entire underground ruins.

Roar!

The mount that lost its owner burst out with monstrous evil spirits, and purple-black ghost flames ignited everywhere from this ferocious beast that was also wearing a beast-shaped armor. Even stronger when on its back.

"interesting!"

With a halberd, Muria flew away the ferocious undead beast that wanted to pounce on him and bite him. Feeling the power of the halberd reaching him, he couldn't help laughing.

"Your so-called master is actually your restraining shackles,

It's amazing! "

Just as Muria used his priesthood [earth] to strengthen the ground around the ruins to avoid collapse and prepare for more intense battles.

The undead beast that was sent flying by his halberd merged with the knight, and then fused together at a speed that Muria had no time to stop, turning into a half-human, half-beast monster, and its aura rose again.

"My subordinates, no wonder they will fall!"

Seeing the undead knight in front of him open up new forms again and again, and his strength continued to increase, Muria couldn't help but sighed sincerely, "This is the same as the BOSS in the game. Ordinary creatures, who can stand it?"

However, sighs are sighs, even if it is the second explosion, the undead knight whose form has changed faces Muria, the one who deserves to be beaten still has to be beaten honestly, and its soaring power is not enough to bring him back. Lost disadvantage against Muria.

After holding the prison-suppressing halberd and beating the undead knight in a fancy way, Muria felt that it was not enough, and with a passionate roar, she turned into the dragon king form.

And when the golden Dragon King appeared underground, it was like a sun falling into the earth, and all the darkness disappeared completely under the light of the Dragon King.

And the knight in black armor looks more and more dazzling and disharmonious in the light... But this necromancer knight who looks so cruel and evil in the face of the golden dragon king, when facing the dragon king's gaze, he is very ignorant. It seemed so weak and helpless.

And when the knight's lance was taken away and the black armor on his body was pulled off piece by piece, this feeling of weakness and helplessness became even stronger.

But Muria, who was delighted to find that she had obtained another set of artifacts, didn't care about it. Although such a harvest could not revive the three fallen dragons, it could at least comfort his sad heart.

"It's totally wrong!"

After the joy of harvesting the artifact, Muriyazhe, who maintained the form of the dragon king, fell into deep thought. He recalled the short but fierce battle just now, and found many things that were wrong.

"Although the combat techniques meet the standards of the God of War, the response is still too rigid, and it is completely instinctive. The most important thing is that when you are in a desperate situation and there is no possibility of victory, you don't have the slightest excitement to escape.

If it is an ordinary undead, such behavior is still within the scope of understanding, but as a god who has the authority of death, he is still fighting to the death? That doesn't make sense. "

"So, you are not a god, but an undead made from the corpses of gods."

Muria looked down at the scattered crystalline dry bones under her feet, and in the skull, she could also see the soul fire shining with divine brilliance. Although such divine brilliance was bright enough for mortal things, but for For the true god, such a light is really weak.

"Poor God!"

Without the slightest empathy, and without any sense of sadness, Muria put away all the dead bones. The battle just now has fully verified the quality of these dead bones, so Muria will naturally not waste them.

"Let me see, what is connected behind this portal? Is it really as I guessed?"

The expectant Dragon King whispered, then restrained the brilliance on his body, and carefully passed through the portal formed by communicating with the world of dead spirits based on the power of faith.

Afterwards, the Dragon King came to a wasteland full of bones, which was exactly the same as the domain constructed by the Necromancer Knight he fought just now, but the difference was that what the Necromancer Knight constructed was illusory, while what he saw now was real.

And what he saw was not just the wilderness, on the distant horizon, he also saw the mountains made of bones, which were very conspicuous, and when Muria carefully observed this world dominated by undead, together let He felt an inexplicable roar, echoing in the world,

"I am the immortal emperor of the undead, what can you do to me?"