Chapter 247 Star Dragon King and Ghost Master

"Boom!" "Boom!"... The earth trembled rhythmically with the approach of a certain being. It was a huge creature, and every time it took a step, the earth would vibrate with it.

"Is that, sutured corpse?" Morea frowned and looked at the huge human figure that came from afar, "Such a huge body can be compared with an adult Titan, this is a monster that uses how many corpses are piled up. ."

"Ang!" When the third legend of the Necromantic Council came to support, an ancient dragon stopped attacking Berlaint with a helpless look, and went to intercept this self-contained creature made up of countless corpses. The legendary undead of Plague Aura.

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"Get out of the way!" Somewhere in the sky, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Wait until he's dead!" A lazy voice responded, as if he had just woken up.

"He has already been killed by your descendants once."

"Dead? I see him jumping up and down very happily."

"It has been resurrected once, and his probability has been reduced by half. If he is killed and resurrected again, he will be completely lost."

"Oh, this is the best!" For the voice that had become a little angry, the lazy voice still did not change in the slightest.

"Bryant can't die today!"

"Those descendants of mine don't seem to want to kill that guy, they just want to seal him up! So, don't worry, he won't die."

"After the seal, it will be handed over to you for safekeeping. What's the difference between that and death?"

"If you do something wrong, you will pay the price!"

"He has paid the price!"

"not enough!"

"He may only be half as likely to achieve an epic! This price is already big enough!"

"Not enough! Killing so many of my descendants, stop dreaming of making epics." The lazy voice became serious, with a mocking tone.

"He's the lich I value!"

"so what?"

"Xingyao Dragon King, are you sure you want to block my way?" Somewhere in the sky that was originally empty,

The endless black fog surged out, and in the fog, blood rained, and all kinds of strange heads formed by the resentment and curse of the tragic death of hundreds of millions of souls shuttled through the black fog.

Among them, a huge and majestic figure hundreds of meters high loomed, filled with terrifying coercion, just standing still, there were cobweb-shaped space cracks around him, and it was slow to heal.

"Hmph, if you want to fight, just say it, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" In the dark fog, opposite the tall figure, a dragon-shaped phantom shone with starlight and stretched for an unknown number of kilometers, blocking the sun in the sky. .

Let a certain area of ​​the world below plunge directly into darkness. The creatures in it fell into panic, and the sky suddenly turned from day to night, which was an extremely ominous sign no matter how you looked at it.

"Hehe, the youngest Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, I haven't played against you yet. Today, let me see if you, the Dragon King, are worthy of the name." In the black mist, the figure stretched out with a big hand and faced the star-like star in front of me. Captured in the dragon shadow.

Such a huge dragon shadow, of course, is only an appearance. It is a manifestation of the dragon king's power. If the real body of the star dragon king is so huge, then he will turn around and leave without saying a word.

"I'm not the youngest dragon king of the dragon clan now." Even if the Xingyao dragon king planned to fight, he still had a lazy attitude, "Ghost Lord Basalom, your news is too backward, you don't know our dragon clan. Has there been another Dragon King recently?"

"Oh, after 10,000 years, a new dragon king of your dragon clan was born! That's really gratifying. If you have the opportunity, you should meet the dragon king of your dragon clan." Basalom's scarlet eyes were filled with indifference. The color, even if he is talking, his hand is still unswervingly grabbing towards the Xingyao Dragon King.

"There will be a chance." Among the winding dragon-shaped phantoms, a phantom of dragon claws as huge as a mountain poked out, and countless stars condensed towards the fingertips of one of the dragon claws, making the fingertips a little bit. Condensed into the essence, and then pointed to the big hand protruding from the ghost master.

The fingertips of the dragon's claw collided with the palm surrounded by black mist. From the position where the two touched the starting point, a large area of ​​the space collapsed and shattered silently, like a piece of paper - no sound came out. , everything happens in silence.

"Not bad!" After the two epic existences collided, the shattered space healed quickly, and Basalom praised, commenting on the strike just shot by the Star Dragon King in an aloof senior attitude, "You are right. Powerful control."

"Basaromu, you can't do it, it's been almost fifty thousand years since you've made an epic, so that's all you can do?" Hearing Basalom's "evaluation", the Star Dragon King sarcastically said,

"It was a tie with me. I thought you could beat me with a slap. For such a long time, what did you do every day, study bones?"

"..." Hearing the sarcasm of the Dragon King Xingyao, Basalom was indifferent, but in the black mist surrounding his body, the rain of blood became more intense, and the various creatures formed by the curse of the world The shrill scream from the head grew louder.

The black fog surged, as if some terrifying monster was walking through it, and the core of the dragon-shaped phantom came out, a dragon with a lazy breath, half-squinting the dragon pupils like the starry sky, watching lazily all of these.

The strength of the epic is not to live longer than anyone else, so even if there is an age gap of more than 30,000 years, the Star Dragon King is not in vain at all.

"Enough!" Just when Basalom was about to make another move, a loud voice full of deathly silence came from behind him, shaking the space with a sense of supreme majesty.

"Speaker!" In the black mist, the ghost master Basalom bowed his head slightly, "I want to keep a member of the council who has the hope of becoming an epic!"

"Who?"

"Bryant."

"There is no need for this. He has been resurrected once, and the core of his soul is incomplete and has been abandoned. Even if he has the opportunity to obtain source power in the future, he has no foundation for fusion. You don't have to fight the Dragon King."

"Ha!" Xingyao Dragon King felt the two familiar breaths behind him, and after the gaze cast from the sky above, his heart gradually relaxed.

"Basaromu, if you really appreciate that little lich, you can use the source power you have to repair the damage to the foundation of his soul! Renewing the epic path for him is a near-universal power." Star Dragon King Said in an almost mocking tone.

"Humph!" Basalom snorted coldly, using his own power to help a lich he was optimistic about. He would not make such a choice even if he was mentally disabled.

"Unsatisfactory thing!" Angrily glanced at Bryant, who was besieged by sixteen ancient dragons below, and scolded, he was annoyed that this rising star of the Necromantic Council was besieged and killed by dragons back then. Choose to explode. If it is sealed, the Necronomicon Council will not give up on him, and will try to rescue him.

But now that the Speaker has made a decision to give up on him, there is no need for him to insist on it. Basalom's body, which shrouded the mourning and curse of the world's destruction, disappeared in the sky, and the space that was cracked because of his appearance quickly healed.