Dragon Who Controls Time

This small team of elites was enough to kill the newly born high-level undead before they could sprout.

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Countless undead surrounded the area as they growled and growled like beasts.

A huge skeleton Lion sat in the middle of the undead, its eyes burning with Soul Fire. The rest of the undead seemed to respect it, standing in an orderly manner beside it.

However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that the skeleton Lion was just an illusion.

On its skull, which was as big as a small house, a translucent Phantom could be seen as the cold wind blew.

It was a female spirit with a slender figure.

The female spirit shook her transparent legs, and her back looked a little lonely under the dark sky.

If any of the Golden Alliance Army's survivors were here, they would be shocked to find that this female spirit looked exactly the same as the ninth-circle Archmage who had been killed by Harris's surprise attack.

Thanks to garen reversing time in the future, the soul that Halius had devoured was spat out again.

Isaiah's soul did not enter the nether River. With a strong unwillingness, he stopped in the bone wilderness. Under the pollution and erosion of the death aura, he changed and gave birth to new life.

Isaiah ... My name when I was alive ..."

The female spirit looked up at the sky. All she could see was the endless gray clouds, and the undead's low roars could be heard in her ears.

A few months ago, she had appeared in the white bone wasteland.

They were ignorant and hated all living creatures.

Then, as time passed, the fragmented memories began to flash back in his soul, quickly becoming complete.

Those scenes, from birth to growth, and finally death, were all displayed in the eyes of the female spirit.

The memory finally stopped at a skeleton-like Lich.

Through these precious memories from the ninth-circle great sorcerer, the female spirit had the light of wisdom and inherited a part of the powerful illusion ability of the original body.

However, she was not Isaiah.

To be precise, she was a new life born from Isaiah's unwillingness and hatred.

She hated the Golden Alliance Army, Halius, and the Dimo Kingdom. She hated all living things.

The female spirit didn't feel like Isaiah, and those memories were more like a movie watched by an outsider.

She had given herself a new name.

Alina.

The ghost Empress of the white bone wasteland, Alina.

In the nature of the undead creatures, there was a hatred for the living and a desire to destroy the beautiful world.

Alina was no exception.

She was currently tidying up the white bone wasteland, while at the same time coveting the bright and beautiful world of the living in the distance, her mind churning with cruel thoughts.

The other high-level undead in the white bone wasteland were no match for Alina.

With just a look and a gesture, the ghost Queen's newly born soul had fallen into the illusion of the ghost Queen. From the inside out, the ghost Queen had acknowledged Alina as her master and Emperor.

soon. The undead will break free from this place, and the undead tide will spread in all directions.

Alina murmured.

Suddenly, her eyes paused and she looked forward.

In the white light, there was a power that she hated approaching.

The surrounding undead looked over at the same time, and their roars of disgust and hatred rose one after another.

Under Alina's will, the jagged and terrifying skeletal Lion slowly stood up.

The skeletal Lion was originally a celestial Lion summoned by a high-level eight-circle spell caster. After dying, these huge beasts from the beast village turned into undead creatures, skeletal Lions. The most majestic of them all, the skeletal Lion King, was Alina's Mount.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ... Skeleton Lion King strode forward.

It was thirty-five meters long, and it could cross hundreds of meters with each leap. Its body was surrounded by death spiritual energy, and it was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, Alina had arrived at the place where the white light had come from on the bone lion King.

The burly Holy Knights pulled back their line of defense and resisted the attacks of the undead from all directions. The priest in the middle kept casting healing spells to heal the wounded Holy Knights.

They didn't expect that not only were there many spirits of the dead gathered here, but they were also all very powerful.

Even the most common skeleton warriors had strong bones and were as hard as steel. Their attacks were powerful and heavy, and their speed was swift and fierce. They were completely incomparable to the previous skeleton warriors that would break with a single touch.

The skeleton warriors here were all powerful extraordinary Warriors when they were alive, not ordinary soldiers.

The church's team was in trouble.

"Oh ... It's a good material. If I cast it into the shadow Pond, I'll be able to have more high-level undead under my command."

Alina was all smiles.

Through the corpses of Paladins, they could be transformed into high-level Death Knights, and priests could become dark liches, increasing her power by another level.

This was the reason why people were afraid of the undead.

They could turn the dead into a part of themselves.

There was a high chance that the dead Skeletons would stand up again under the nourishment of the negative spiritual energy.

If it turned into a long and endless War of the Undead, and the undead army couldn't be eliminated in a short time, they would become stronger and stronger. Eventually, they would devour the world of the living.

As they fought and retreated, resisting the attacks of the undead, the church's troops that were retreating saw the huge skeleton Lion.