Titan and Dragon King

Chapter 683 Do You Know Who Is the Ruler of the World?

"Who?" In the dark and cold dark castle, a lich whose head was covered in purple soul fire raised his head, he felt that the imprint of the soul he had planted was forcibly erased by an existence no weaker than him, "Who Dare to touch the mark left by my Yoram?"

With the anger of the great lich, outside the dark castle where he lived, the roars of many undead monsters sounded, and the terrifying storm of resentful spirits spread around the castle where he lived, and the nearby gathering place The undead in the midst shivered in this storm, and some weak skeletons, their soul fires were even blown out directly.

But when the big lich vented his anger, he closed his eyes and pondered, "I can erase my brand, at least it's a legend, for a soul level, there is no need to be hostile to it, that's it!"

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"It was easily erased. It looks like a bluff. It's much simpler than I thought." In the soul space of the dracolich, Morea used her huge mental power to forcefully check death. The spiritual imprint left by the attendant was erased, and then his own imprint was planted.

It was a brand that was constantly changing between dragons and titans, exuding golden light, illuminating this spiritual space full of dead silence.

"Master!" The dracolich who witnessed the whole process of Moria's use of tough methods to erase the spiritual brand of his former master became much more honest.

"Give me your phylactery." Morea directly asked the dragon lich for the most fundamental thing about a lich.

"This..." The fire of the dragon lich's soul swayed violently because of anger and fullness. Even his previous master did not ask him for the lich's phylactery. For the lich, this request was too much.

"If you don't give it, then go to die!" Seeing the hesitation of the dracolich, Morea's eyes showed indifference. In the underground, although the lich is difficult to find, it really wastes time regardless of the cost. , it can still be found, a mere soul-intelligence-level lich, not an irreplaceable existence, actually dares to pose in front of him.

"I didn't say no, master, spare your life!" Seeing the indifference and killing intent in Morea's eyes, the dracolich was so frightened that he immediately offered his life phylactery. It had no choice if it wanted to live.

"Pack up your things, and then go in." When the dragon wanted to hand over his phylactery to him honestly, Morea opened his half-plane entrance.

"Next." When the dracolich honestly took the high-level undead that he had survived in the sudden and brutal attack of Morea into the half plane, Moreya tore up according to the coordinates in the intelligence Open the space crack and walk in...

"The second one, is this against me?" In the dark castle,

After feeling that another soul-intelligence-level lich was out of control, the big lich Yoram began to consider whether to make a move.

Click! The third soul imprint shattered and disappeared.

"You bastard, who is it? Repeatedly provoking my majesty, do you really think I don't dare to do it?" He tried his best to calm his anger, but considering the strength of his opponent, he decided to hold his breath and make an appointment. Ram growled.

When he felt that the soul-intelligence-level lich he controlled lost their senses one after another, he was completely angry, and at the same time there was a trace of uncontrollable panic, this was not taking him seriously at all, this was targeting him.

"I'd like to see who has such great strength and dares to do something to me. It really makes me anxious, the big deal is to give up freedom." Yoram took out a purple and black invitation letter from his black robe, and in his head, Soul fire swayed violently...

"I should be able to bear it." When Morea erased the imprint in the soul space of the sixth soul-intelligence-level lich according to the information, there was a look of anticipation on his face. The six soul-intent-level lich were all Belonging to the same group, the supreme leader is the legendary lich Yoram with the title of Shadow of Death.

"It was actually the living who shot at me, don't you understand who the real master of this continent is?"

In the underground cavity where the undead building in the central area was completely destroyed by Moreya, a black eyeball with a diameter of three meters appeared, looking down, when he noticed Moreya and Michaelella, Ilvi After the legendary breath emanating from Sturt, he was slightly surprised, but after feeling the strong blood energy contained in them, he suddenly became excited.

One after another space cracks spread around this big eye bead, "This is the realm of the dead, the forbidden area of ​​the living, no matter how strong you are, you must hide it honestly. After exposure, death is you. The only end."

A huge amount of dead energy spewed out from the cracks in the space, and after that, necromantic dragons made of black mist or corpse dragons with shriveled muscles flew out of them, and behind them was a boundless tide of undead spirits.

"Undead dragon, very good!" Seeing the appearance of the undead representing the highest masterpiece of the undead, Moria's eyes were cold, and he knew that this was a helpless thing.

The growth limit of the dragon family is indeed very high, but the growth cycle is proportional to it, and it is also long. Not one dragon in a hundred dragons can live to the ancient dragon stage. Most of the dragons will fall due to various accidents in the process. .

For mortals, dragons are objects that need to be revered. For powerful beings, dragons are the best source of materials. Dragons have a wide range of life, whether it is sky, earth, ocean, desert, or even heaven, abyss, Dragons can be found everywhere.

"Is it my shot, or are you shot?" Morea asked back.

"I'm coming!" Michaelella volunteered.

"The strength of this lich is not low. It is a legendary fifth-order city. Ilvestre, come and stand up for Micah."

"Yeah!" Hearing Morea's assignment, Ilvestre felt unhappy for a while, but couldn't refuse, "Then what are you doing?"

"His undead army, I will solve it." Morea's eyes showed killing intent. In his hand, a staff that bloomed with the three-color aura appeared, and with the appearance of this magic circle, the elements visible to the naked eye. come together.

In Moria's surprised eyes, the element cloud surrounding the staff actually appeared some elemental spirits flapping their small wings. This is an elemental life form that can only be nurtured in a high-concentration elemental environment. It's not that they are obviously unconscious, they just follow their instinct and dance around the final circle.

"Well," Migalera nodded when she heard Morea's arrangement, and then ten flaming crimson wings spread out on her back, and pieces of gorgeous armor covered his perfect body.

"The Blazing God!" A panicked soul wave came out from the space crack, "How could it be? Why are you targeting me? I didn't do anything, there are so many Liches in Obisto, why are you all? find me?"

In Morea's telepathy, when the big eyeball appeared, one after another of malicious mental power spread. But when Michaelella showed her true body, all these spiritual powers disappeared like snakes and scorpions.

"I actually want to run! How easy is it!" Michaelella, who had just revealed all his forms, showed anger on his face, turned into a rainbow of fire, and rushed into the crack in the space above the cavity, and Ilvester also Hastily rushed in.

And Morea also held the final staff and slammed to the ground heavily, and then a temporary teleportation array connected to the Xenapus barracks appeared. Throwing in the torn space, accompanied by the sunlight, one strong and burly giant, one after another, came to Morea's side under the sunlight.

Above the torn space crack, the waving wings rushed out one after another, without the need for Morea to issue an order. Without saying a word, he rushed up, and no dragon remained indifferent after seeing the corpse of his own kind being desecrated.

"Master of Obisto? I really didn't know there was such a thing!" Morea had a playful smile on his face. He looked around, the wreckage of the undead fell from the sky like rain, and the bravest five-colored dragon had already carried it. Rush into the crack of space with the tide of death.

"Your Highness!"

A gigantic ancient green dragon flew out from the space behind Moreya, and after crawling under his feet, the youthful Moreya fell lightly between the horns of the dragon, then held the staff and moved towards the dragon. Swipe forward.

"Go, go in and ask, who is the master of Obisto? By the way, does he know who the master of this world is!"

PS: The girl who checked me for typos before, recently found a match on a blind date, and now she no longer helps me find typos (╥﹏╥)... So please help readers to pay attention. (This sentence does not accept coins)

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