Casting spells

But that's just the beginning!

After a while, the ground in the center of the castle suddenly vibrated and sounded with strong thunder!

next second...

Boom!

The entire land was broken by a powerful force from bottom to top, hot magma sprayed out like money, and Kung Fu Castle was completely submerged in the blink of an eye during the volcanic eruption.

Feeling the rich fire element pervading the air, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "Red! The color of life! The color of flame! Just the right to control is so amazing, if it is replaced by the core of the Fragmented World How powerful will it be? It's really exciting."

Just when he was still trying to see where the limit of this power was, Pollack, the doomsday guard, suddenly came to the side and reminded in a low voice, "Master, a new guest has arrived."

"Oh?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Cheng quickly raised his head, and sure enough, he found that in the north, far away from him, the sky was suddenly pierced by a white beam of light.

There is no doubt that this is a large-scale teleportation magic. Judging from the energy emitted inadvertently, there are at least a thousand people.

Teleport thousands of people at once?

And it's not time yet?

He instantly realized that the guy who was probably hiding in the dark couldn't help but act in advance, so he immediately stood up and told the doomsday guard: "Go, let's go and have a look."

"Only the two of us?" Pollack was obviously taken aback.

As for the hell hound and the black fluffy ball next to him, they were directly ignored by him gorgeously.

"Don't worry, we're just going to take a look. Believe me, some people can't sit still now, and they will complete the first trial for me."

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and two wings made entirely of flames grew out of thin air, leading him and his men to fly towards the scene of the incident.

In less than 15 minutes, the two of them and the dog arrived at the outer edge of the transmission light beam.

On the open grass, there were dense groups of people, looking for the teammates they had agreed in advance, and they didn't look like they were in the same group.

But among these various people, there was a weird young man wearing a white monk's robe, who stood motionless all the time, with his left hand resting on a huge coffin, with a cold smile on his pale face.

Fortunately, there are always a lot of weirdos in the underground world, so his anomaly didn't arouse too many people's vigilance.

But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, the terrifying death energy emanating from that coffin was like boiling water, constantly spreading around.

Before he could recover from his astonishment, the young man in white monk robes suddenly opened his mouth and chanted in Latin: "God of death! Lord from the underworld! Harvester of mortal souls! I request You kill all enemies!"

"As you wish..."

When a deep, hoarse, and chilling voice echoed in the air, the coffin suddenly released thick black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, a Void holding a huge scythe and wearing a tattered black robe appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

It didn't even say a word of nonsense, and just lightly waved the hideous and terrifying weapon in its hand, and more than 100 people in front fell to the ground with a thud, turning into pale and cold corpses.

These corpses did not have any scars on their bodies, and they quickly decomposed within a minute, eventually turning into dry bones that seemed to have been buried underground for more than decades...

Chapter 4 and eight of the mowing massacre

"Soul attack?!" Pollack's pupils shrank suddenly.

As the mid-level commander of the Burning Legion, he has experienced many battles, and he is almost never afraid of powerful opponents, even the Azeroth heroes and demigods who have left the Burning Legion with a shameful defeat.

But today, facing the attack directly from the soul, he felt the trembling and fear from the depths of his soul.

No pain!

No blood!

There is no collision of steel and strength!

Some are just a judgment!

A comparison of soul quality!

Then the strong devour the weak!

Zhang Cheng's face also became serious, and he lowered his voice to explain: "No, it's not all about soul attacks, but also the authority from the realm of death. I'm afraid the coffin contains something ordinary."

"You mean...God?" The doom guard's tone was full of uncertainty.

As the legion has conquered countless worlds, he has seen hundreds of gods who have not stepped forward, and their strengths are also very different.

Among them, the powerful ones are like the Titans of the Pantheon, who can easily destroy a world with every gesture, and the weak ones are not even as good as the demigods in the world of Azeroth.

The only thing that is certain is that all life forms that are called gods often have extremely powerful vitality and absolute control in a certain field.

For example, Cenarius, the king of the forest, can awaken treants, let vines covered with thorns restrict the movement of enemies, and even draw magic power from nature to release the rain of tranquility that heals all life wounds. It can be said that as long as there is a large area around forest, he possesses inexhaustible power.

"I don't know, let's observe it for a while." Zhang Cheng shook his head noncommittally.

He didn't think that the black shadow with the huge scythe would be the legendary god of death, even if it really looked like the god of death in the folklore of the western world.

Because according to the historical process, the image of the Western classic Grim Reaper was originally born on No.13 of the Tarot card, corresponding to the astrological sign Pluto.

And the Tarot was not born in the age of mythology. According to the records of the underground world, it should be learned from somewhere in Egypt by wandering gypsies in the Middle Ages.

This also means that it is unlikely that the classic image of the god of death is a god in the true sense. If there is no accident, it should be a kind of undead life created by powerful necromantic magic.

Just when his mind was filled with all kinds of questions, the young man in a white monk's robe suddenly raised his hands, laughed wildly and shouted to the terrified crowd around him: "Hahahaha! Feel death! Embrace death!" Now! Life is short! Only death is eternal! Give your life and soul! I need an army of the dead now!"

"Damn! Kill this lunatic!"

"That's right! Don't be afraid! There's only one of him!"

"kill!"

……

All of a sudden, the residents of the underground world who were accustomed to killing and dying took up weapons one after another, attacking this bastard who killed hundreds of people in an instant.

In particular, a middle-aged man wearing the badge of the Wizarding Association quickly formed a huge magic circle under his feet, followed by birds completely made of flames emerging from it, rushing towards the target .

moment!

The soaring flames and explosions swept across a range of tens of meters around!

boom!boom!boom……

Every time a bird completes an impact, there will be a violent explosion and flames, just like high explosives!