Necromancer: A New Era

All of a sudden, all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The elves looked at each other in bewilderment and confusion. They didn't know what had happened, but suddenly, a frightening pressure filled the air, as if some unspeakable existence had quietly descended.

The Nether Dragon appeared in front of Tang Yue in an instant, its eyes as big as copper bells looked around vigilantly, as if looking for the source of the threat. In the void, a hazy figure loomed, shrouded in the void. The Nether Dragon's exploration was completely blocked outside, and it could only sense chaos. However, the power emanating from this figure gave him a vague sense of familiarity, which puzzled him.

"Give her to me!" An extremely cold voice came from the void. It was impossible to tell the gender, and there was no emotion at all. This voice seemed to come from another world, and it made people feel a chill involuntarily.

Tang Yue stood there with a determined look. He could clearly feel that the target of this mysterious man who suddenly appeared was Ariel behind him. He took a deep breath, took a step forward without hesitation, and protected Ariel's whole body behind him. This was his oath and his determination. No matter what, he would not let anyone hurt his beloved girl.

However, his action seemed to have angered the figure in the void. The surrounding space suddenly paused, followed by a violent earthquake. The sky seemed to be collapsing, giving people a terrifying feeling of doomsday. The elves screamed in fear and fled in all directions, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

Ariel looked at Tang Yue standing in front of her, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. Although this man usually avoided her love and acted a little dull and unromantic, he would always stand in front of her without hesitation whenever she was in danger. This feeling of being protected made her feel extremely safe and happy.

However, she also clearly sensed the terrifying power emanating from that figure. That kind of power was unstoppable by anyone present, including Minglong. She didn't want to see Tang Yue get hurt for her, and she didn't want to see him fall into danger because of her.

So, she took a step forward resolutely, passed Tang Yue's body, and shouted to the figure in the void: "Let them go, I am willing to go with you!" Her voice was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

"No! We have no idea what his purpose is. It's too dangerous for you to do this!" Tang Yue shouted anxiously. He wanted to reach out and grab Ariel, but was blocked by an invisible force.

"No one here can stop him, right?" Ariel turned around and looked at Tang Yue deeply. Her eyes were full of reluctance and attachment, but more of it was determination and resoluteness. "Tang Yue, every time you have gone through hardships to protect me, this time, I don't want you to get hurt again." After saying this, she turned and walked forward.

A gentle force lifted her up and she slowly flew into the void. She turned to look at Tang Yue, with a gentle smile on her lips: "Tang Yue, take care of yourself!" Her voice gradually disappeared into the air, but her smile was deeply imprinted in Tang Yue's heart.

Tang Yue watched Ariel disappear before his eyes, and an indescribable grief and anger surged in his heart. He looked up to the sky and screamed, "Ahhh!" The sound resounded through the sky, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment and anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and a trickle of bright red blood flowed down through his fingers, dripping onto the ground, blooming into a bunch of sad and beautiful blood flowers.

The Dark Dragon walked to Tang Yue's side, lowered his head and comforted him: "Master, don't be sad, we will definitely find her." Although its voice was low, it was full of determination and strength. It knew that what Tang Yue needed at this moment was not only comfort, but also support and strength.

Tang Yue took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. He knew that he couldn't sink into despair. He had more important things to do. He clenched his fists tightly, with a determined look in his eyes: "Yes, we must find her!" After saying this, he looked in the direction where Ariel disappeared and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, at the border of the Holy Empire and the Southern Wilderness, Lina's family and the elite paladins of the Church unexpectedly fell into an inescapable predicament. They were surrounded by three mysterious gods with demigod-level power, like an insurmountable wall.

These powerful gods were dressed in glittering golden robes, and their genders became blurred in the light. In their golden eyes, there was a terrifying divine light. One of the powerful gods slowly drew out a holy sword of judgment. The sword was branded with mysterious divine patterns, as if every flash was announcing the judgment of fate.

"All those who betray our Lord will face the final judgment!" The cold voice echoed in the void, carrying unquestionable majesty.

The old pope stepped forward and protected the Lina sisters behind him. He looked up at the void, where he had always believed. However, at this moment, thinking back on his past actions, he could only smile bitterly. It was he who personally pushed the Holy Empire to the brink of destruction and destroyed the foundation on which mankind depended for survival. How could he face those old friends who had fought side by side with him?

A trace of determination flashed in the old pope's eyes, and he tightly grasped the papal scepter in his hand. Since the gods were unwilling to give them a chance to survive, he would do his best to make them pay the price they deserved!

Lina and Anna leaned on each other. Days of fleeing had made their faces haggard and their former elegance was gone. However, in their eyes, there was a gleam of unyielding spirit.

The little skeleton stood silently beside Lina, holding a long sword in his hand. It seemed to be using its insignificant strength to silently protect Lina, not wanting her to be hurt. In this desperate situation, every tiny bit of strength seemed so precious.

The air was filled with a strong killing intent. The old pope's body trembled slightly, but he still stood firm. He was condensed with strong power, which was the result of decades of hard training. However, in front of this demigod-level Protoss, his power was like a broken boat in the surging waves, which could be completely destroyed at any time.

This powerful god was tall, with a stern face and a divine light around him, as if he had walked out of a myth. His eyes were cold and indifferent, looking down at the humans below as if they were ants.

The next moment, the figure of the powerful god flashed and instantly appeared in front of the old pope. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and he slashed down with an extremely fast speed. The old pope also reacted quickly, he raised the scepter in his hand and took the sword.

"clang!"

A loud sound of metal clashing echoed in the air, and the old pope felt his arm go numb, and the scepter almost flew out of his hand. Under the huge power gap, he fell into an absolute passive position. And this was just a random attack by the powerful god.

The old pope's heart sank. He knew that the gap between him and this powerful god was too big. But he did not give up. He stretched out his left hand and an ancient scroll appeared in his hand. His palm trembled, and the scroll quickly opened, and a terrifying aura wave emanated.

It was a forbidden spell-level dimensional divine blade, with the power to slash through the void, whistling towards the powerful god. This attack was already the strongest attack that the old pope could unleash.

At the same time, the surrounding Templars also launched a desperate charge. They knew that facing such a powerful enemy, the hope of survival was slim. But they did not retreat. For the sake of their faith and the people they protected, they rushed towards the other two powerful Protoss without hesitation.

However, the old pope's attack seemed so weak in front of the God Clan strongman. The God Clan strongman sneered, and with a light swing of his long sword, he easily blocked the dimensional divine blade. The seemingly powerful forbidden spell seemed to be worthless in front of him.

"Is this your strongest attack?" The God Clan warrior said sarcastically, "I am so disappointed."

Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword again. This time, the power of the demigod level was completely concentrated in the long sword. The sword body flashed with divine light, and the dimensional divine blade was completely disintegrated.

A trace of horror flashed in the old pope's eyes. He didn't expect that his forbidden spell could be broken so easily. But he didn't give up. While the gods were dealing with the forbidden spell, he had already charged up for another attack.

"Heavenly Holy Fist!"

The old pope shouted, and punched into the void. A golden fist whistled out, carrying a force that could destroy the heavens and the earth, and suddenly knocked the God Clan strongman dozens of meters away.

This attack was the most powerful one the old Pope had ever made, and it was also his last hope.

However, the strength of the God Clan warrior was far beyond his imagination. The God Clan warrior was furious. He was a demigod-level warrior, but he was defeated by this weak human. This made him lose face for a moment. He attacked angrily and chopped off the Heavenly Holy Fist with one sword. Then, a divine light flashed around him and he appeared in front of the old pope again.

"How dare you hurt me!" The powerful god roared and chopped down with his sword.

The old pope had exhausted all his strength at this moment, and he could only raise his scepter to try to block the sword. But this time, the powerful man of the Protoss attacked with anger, and his power and speed were far greater than before.

"clang!"

The sword was as easy as cutting tofu, easily cutting the scepter and the old pope's shoulder. Blood spurted out, the old pope's arm slipped off, and with a muffled groan, he covered his right arm and half-knelt on the ground.

"Father!!!" Lina in the distance cried miserably, her eyes filled with despair and grief. She used the green life magic in her hand frantically, trying to heal her seriously injured father. But the wound was too big and the bleeding continued. Although her magic could heal some minor injuries, it seemed a little powerless for such a serious injury.

Anna also used her magic to attack the God Clan strongman, trying to delay time. But her attack seemed so ridiculous in front of the God Clan strongman, and the power just touched him and disappeared without a trace.

The old pope covered the wound on his right arm, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Lina's anxious eyes in the distance, and shouted: "Don't come over!"

However, before he could finish his next sentence, the powerful man from the God Clan had already come slashing at him with a sword while grinning. The old pope had no way to avoid it and could only watch the sword approaching.

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, the old pope's head was chopped off by a sword and rolled to the ground. A large amount of blood gushed out of his headless body, staining the ground red.

Lina stared blankly at her father dying in front of her, and for a moment she even forgot to cry. She collapsed to the ground, her heart filled with endless grief, and stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks. The surrounding Templars were also killed or wounded, and under the sword of another powerful Protoss, the last Templar fell down screaming.

The entire battlefield fell into despair.