Chapter 2080 The Real Emperor

"continue!"

"God's grace is mighty!"

On the eaves, the holy city mages who used the super-order group method once again painted gorgeous constellations and star palaces. The dense stars were above the buildings and houses, and the huge magical atmosphere was even more dazzling at the most dazzling moment. surging like a storm.

Gathering, constantly gathering, this time all the attacking holy city mages used the most lethal fire magic. All glowed red.

With an order, all the fires rose vigorously, and they completely surrounded the place where Zhan Kong was.

A red fire curtain casts a mountain-like furnace, flowing magma splashes in the furnace, and a ruthless lava burns everything in the furnace to ashes.

The huge flame furnace can be said to rise from the ground, Zhankong's body is not proportional to the furnace of the mountain, and it is so small that it is not as small as the thousands of flying embers in the furnace!

"The refining field, clean it up!"

The flying embers are in random combinations, and every second, a hedged flame gate will appear at both ends of Zhankong...

The entire flame furnace itself has a terrifying high-temperature burning effect, and the flame door pictures born in the flame furnace have intensified the flame power several times.

The flame gate map erupted into a giant stream of molten slurry, traversing Zhan Kong's body.

It didn't take long for the 360-degree flame door map to erupt such a huge stream of molten slurry, frantically baptizing this undead emperor!

The black armor is still standing there, the light can't wear his armor, how can the flame melt his armor, let the fire map hedge, let the furnace burn, Zhankong steps on the bright red flames all over the ground and continues forward Going on, those eyes are brighter than any brilliance and brilliance, so bright that the holy city mages standing on both sides shudder!

"The fire and light of the Holy City, is it a juggling fireworks?"

"If you only have such a little ability to eliminate demons, don't talk about a thousand years of tranquility, and tonight will let you completely disappear from the long river of history!"

Zhan Kong stopped, and his iron boots stomped on the ground of the holy city.

Immediately, the fire of the destructive furnace was completely extinguished!

The darkness re-ruled, the flames of the sky disappeared, the high temperature plummeted, and the coldness of the undead breath swept through again. This was obviously a huge fire that could burn a sky and ignite a mountain range, but it was trampled down with a contemptuous kick.

Looking at the dimming Holy City Avenue, the fighting spirit of all the Holy City mages seemed to be completely dissipated with this step.

What kind of powerful force can ignore the super-order group law like this, and can destroy the most prosperous super-order magic of mankind as a small firework? ?

The existence of the undead, that is, the demon, the existence of the emperor has always been dared to offend in human history. Now the holy city has set up a net to let an emperor go to the meeting alone, and the super-level of light and fire is mocked by him!

It is far from enough. The most powerful magic in people's minds is far from enough in front of the undead emperor. The brilliance of this holy city is limited to weak humans. It is placed in the entire huge and magnificent world and in front of the demon emperor. It's a juggling act!

"Only by giving your life will you remember your insignificance?"

"I'm just one of the emperors who have been sleeping for a long time in this world, far less powerful than the Sahara, Antarctica, and Bermuda. It can make you wake up from the so-called dream of magical prosperity, but it's as easy as the palm of your hand!"

Zhankong's eyes completely released bloody light, and the surging demonic energy rolled over from the rolling mountains of the Alps, like a sky-shattering black roar engulfing all the sky, mountains, and horizon that people could see, and the majestic breath of the dead was choked. The throat of everyone in the holy city.

Breathing, breathing, breathing desperately, the people in the Holy Land of the Earth gasped in fear, their eyes filled with the pain and struggle before death.

Whether it was an ordinary person or a magician, people saw the blood-red eyes and the figure in the black robe,

He even saw the absolute breath of death tightly locking his throat.

In the holy city of the earth, no one was killed in the death breath of this emperor, but as the undead emperor said, they realized their insignificance, realized the life they regarded as treasures, and the power of magic they worshiped compared to the emperor-level creatures. insignificant! !

On the holy city of the earth, although those who stared at this struggle did not die, but in the holy city of reflection, those holy city mages who fought for the tranquility of this thousand years, they are standing on the eaves and are preparing for the next magic, but at this moment they have already Completely turned into a dry corpse sculpture...

Black turbid air continued to overflow from the corpse sculpture, and it gathered on Zhan Kong's palm like a swarm of bees returning to their nest.

Holding the life of these holy city mages, Zhankong slowly lowered his head and sniffed greedily.

The pain is gone again, replaced by a peace that has never been seen before, even the dry blood vessels seem to have something flowing, and the heart of the dead stone is beating again...

Good memories reverberated in my mind, but this time there would be no more heart-wrenching torture.

The most extravagant thing for the undead is to recall the beauty of his life, but memories are a luxury. Without the support of thousands of fresh lives, the more memories, the more painful it will be!

Resentment, hatred, greed, cruelty, should have walked with the undead.

It's not abandonment, it's a new beginning, it's instinct, and it's the best way to protect yourself.

It's just that the undead hate and hate themselves incomparably.

He didn't even dare to raise his head to look into Qin Yu'er's eyes in the distance. After taking a breath of fresh air, Zhan Kong trembled again.

As soon as he thought of his ugly and disgusting appearance being witnessed by his loved ones, Zhan Kong could not wait to tear his head down with his hands until it was torn into pieces before he gave up! !

I want to cry painfully, and use the tears of the elite to show that I also hate myself, and all the filthy blood is squeezed out of my eyes...

My heart was just calm because of the breath of a living person.

While thinking calmly, he hated himself as a living dead person.

Hatred brings endless pain and anger.

Pain and anger need to be calmed by killing and sucking the breath of the living.

"Ow~~~~~~~~~!!!"

Another roar, followed by forgetting everything, only felt blood smeared in the streets and buildings of the holy city, and mage after mage fell in a pool of blood.

The breath can no longer be satisfied, there is no bright red blood on the ground, there is always something missing.

Humans are still vulnerable, only worthy of being a bright red carpet on the road that doesn't stain boots...

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The blood is so eye-catching, Mo Fan looks up at the Holy City battlefield, and feels a subversive dominance!

Is this the real king?