[Necromancer] Dark Throne

Wayne fell from the bone dragon.

He has no power at all, even the strong wind can't lift a strand of his long hair, and the silence is gloomy.

He just stood there casually like that, becoming the most distant existence in the whole world... Although the restless thunder and lightning were still beating, the sound was far away.

He does not need to proclaim miracles, they will exist for him, as if all miracles will collapse like dominoes at the slight push of that finger; he does not have to proclaim greatness, all the greatest things will collapse before him, It leaves no trace after being filtered like sand.

He just stood there inadvertently, and the bone dragon as high as a mountain seemed to have no sense of existence.

Quit the monarch.

Wayne, Digayana.

There will be no reflection of any living beings in his eyes, and the only thing that can enter his eyes is the dying life.

He stared at the altar, and seemed to feel that the power in it lost its support and was about to collapse.

Those floating beautiful eyes also seemed to fall down at any time.

He moved forward.

Finally, some soldiers were awakened, and they rushed towards the lich again, even crazier than before.

Even if you want to annihilate the whole army, you must consume evil as much as possible, and you must not give in because of death.

Here are the most loyal fighters of the Holy Church. With this in mind, a large number of fighters chose to use their lives to end the enemy.

However, in vain.

Frost Aura

The downcast lich didn't even look at the surrounding figures, the fluttering snowflakes easily cut the boundary between life and death, and the heroic knights turned into ice statues when they touched the first snowflake tens of meters away. The statue of Feng, maintaining a heroic posture holding a sword, shattered silently in the next few seconds.

Then, he stopped.

In front, Roland stood there.

Roland stared at him blankly for a long time before smiling slightly: "Vin, can you go back?"

Wayne stared at him with blood-colored pupils and shook his head slightly.

"That's the end of the matter, okay?" Roland took a deep breath and said quietly, "It's the church's responsibility to steal the artifact. Wayne and the others are innocent."

Wayne said slowly: "Get out of the way."

"I can't let it go." Roland didn't mean to give in at all, "Ven, I don't believe that everything you're doing is a disguise. Tell me, is this what you mean, or is it the request of the Sleeper?"

"Is there a difference?" Wayne said calmly, "The will of the Necromancer always obeys the Sleeper."

"So, there is no room for bargaining." Roland smiled wryly.

"Step aside."

"Sorry." Roland shook his head slightly.

"Anyone who stops me will be killed by me," the monarch of Zhixi stared at him, but the language he spoke was like the polar cold wind, only the despair that brought death down, "Even if I like you, it's the same."

Roland suddenly smiled, his ice-blue pupils were like the finest jewels, so clear that he was intoxicating, his young and handsome face had a Hexi expression, his warm lips were lightly pursed, and a gentle smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth. With a smile, he knows, "I like you" This is definitely the biggest concession that the monarch can make.

"Are you Wayne, or Shixi?"

"What does that matter?"

"I won't strike at Wayne!" Roland said softly.

"Say it one last time, get out of the way!" Wayne felt that the power of the formation had diminished, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

Roland stood there, as stable as this mountain.

Frost Shock.

The demilich raised his hand casually, and Roland felt a huge force hit him instantly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood involuntarily.There was no trace of the holy light on his body when the attack failed. He suddenly covered his chest, but he could only kneel down with his sword, and he didn't even have the strength to ease his injury a little.

This result is no surprise.A hero knight in peak form can survive being wounded by a demigod lich, and this is definitely because the opponent has released water.

It's just that he didn't take a step back after all, even if taking a step back could greatly buffer the attack he received, he still couldn't take a step back.

"Do you really want to die?" The demilich's tone was illusory with a natural charm, as if it sounded from the bottom of his heart, even a person's soul would be taken away.

"Wen, as I said, responsibility and justice are not more important than love, but they are not lower than love." Roland looked at him firmly, "I can die for you, but I cannot kill for you." Wayne raised his hand again, his fingertips were pale and fleshless, and while the white joints were well-proportioned, they also carried a different kind of beauty.

Roland half-kneeled on the ground, his eyes were fixed on Wayne's actions, and then he crushed a scroll.

White light and golden symbols sang around him, the blood stopped in an instant, and then the broken bones and wounds on his chest began to heal rapidly.

The chain on Wayne's body suddenly slammed, and the length instantly extended, sweeping straight towards Roland.

Roland twisted the chain with one hand, but instead of flipping his body, he endured the severe pain of his bones being broken. Regardless of his right arm and shoulder blade being twisted together, the long sword in his right hand dropped, and the hilt slammed into Wei Wei. On En's Frost Armor, the huge impact caused the demilich to retreat a little.

"You!" Wayne finally got angry, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

With a toothache grinding sound, Roland's left hand forcefully reset the joints of his right hand.Immediately afterwards, his left hand crushed the third scroll, and his body stopped in front of Wayne again.

A tiny puck condensed in Wayne's palm, and a bright puck flew out.

That kind of extreme cold made Roland have no doubt that he would completely freeze himself.

He finally retreated into the temple behind him, and as soon as he entered, his life force was immediately drained, and he even felt the magic circle recovering again.

Fortunately, after entering the magic circle, the powerful magic power in the puck was immediately absorbed by the magic circle as a source, and it no longer caused him any harm.

And over there, Wayne has already stepped into the magic circle.

"You still don't get out of here!" Wayne felt something was wrong when he stepped into the room. As a demigod's legal profession, his sensitivity to the operation of mana was beyond the reach of the mana house like Shadow. It was clear that Roland came in again and became a mana source.Immediately furious, I really think I can't bear to kill you, don't you!

Roland blocked his eyeballs and shook his head silently.

The chains on Wayne's body suddenly extended infinitely, and they blasted out like thunder. Roland was bombarded dozens of times by the heavy chains in an instant, and his entire chest and abdomen were almost shattered into pieces. The huge impact force knocked him far away, and he felt Feeling the fishy-sweet smell, it rushed straight from the abdomen to the throat, and a mouthful of blood accompanied by a few fragments of internal organs was sprayed out of the body directly, splashing the ice and snow ground red.

The simple action of raising his hand to tear open the healing scroll was also a kind of torture for him. When the healing technique was restoring the body, the broken nerves recovered, and the originally numb pain was suddenly magnified countless times.

What made Wayne even more angry was that even if he was beaten like this, his right hand just took the opportunity to take away the fake eye.

It was formed by all his divine power, and it was the greatest nemesis of the Holy Light. Roland only held it in his hand for a few seconds, and the flesh and blood in his palm was almost burned away, leaving only bones.

You can do this for them, what about me?

As long as you get out of the way, I won't hurt you, don't you know?

As if hearing Wayne's thoughts, Roland raised his head slightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled softly: "I'm sorry, Wayne, I know, you hurt more than me..."

"Slap!" Wayne stepped forward and slapped him hard: "Give it to me!"

"No. Only this, no."

"Isn't it possible?" Wayne sneered, "Roland, do you know why I am the King of Suspense?"

"If you don't know, it's fine." Roland coughed twice, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Then let me let you understand." Wayne stretched out his hand suddenly.

"Song of the Dead from Hell's Abyss

Telling about the eternal ideal

wandering, freezing faith

Listen to the voice of the contract

I do what you want,

Wrap the existence I am facing in your arms! "

"Don't..." Roland hugged his cold body suddenly, "Vin, I beg you."

"Then give it to me."

"Wayne!" Roland shouted, "I beg you, just this once."

"You are not qualified." He hesitated for a moment, and spit out the last four words: "...Evil Ritual."

The chains on his body suddenly rang!

Like the neighing of ancient desolate beasts, the violent and ferocious aura is overwhelming, and the thick bloody aura seeps out from the chain body and blends into the surrounding night sky.Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire space was stained with blood.

His blood-colored eyes turned dark red and then black.Black as deep as the endless void.Above the head, a huge shadow appeared. It was a huge phantom of a god. Countless souls were sucked into his hands like fireflies, gathering into gems as bright as stars.

"Leave it to me. Otherwise, within 1 minute, the soul that is taken away will become a soul stone and become the currency of the abyss." Wayne said coldly.

"Oh." Roland looked up at the sky, suddenly raised his head, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Just when Wayne was about to get angry, Roland raised his hand and swallowed the eyeball in his stomach.

"Stop!" Wayne finally changed his expression. It was the crystallization of the divine power of the Sleeper in his body, and if the Holy Light swallowed it, he would only die!

"...Stop." Roland tried his best to suppress the loss of eyeball power with holy light, "If I disappear with this, will you be sad?"

"Okay, that's very kind of you." Wayne's whole hand was shaking.

"I'm not that great. If I have to sacrifice, I just want to be the last one." Roland clutched his stomach hard, "I'm sorry for hurting you. But if only I can do it, I can't escape, otherwise, I won't deserve it." on you..."

"Who wants you to be worthy!" Wayne waved his hand to disperse the phantom, "Spit it out!"

"Wayne, if you leave, I will spit it out, okay?"

"Crack!" Wayne grabbed his neck, "Say it again!"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I can't afford to gamble." Roland snorted, and a black light shot out from his fingertips, which was the power that he could no longer suppress the Eye of Death.

"Roland..." Wayne was silent for a moment, covering his forehead with his hands, and a subtle light shone through his fingertips.

"Uh~" Roland looked at Wayne in surprise, but then smiled, "That's fine..."

I tried my best.

It's just, Wayne, I'm sorry, but I also don't regret it...

Roland's body fell to the ground, and Wayne's skeletal hand was pulled out from his abdomen. Between the hands, the blood-stained eyeball seemed even more beautiful.

Wayne's body floated towards the altar.

Put the eyes back in place.

Looking up at the thunderstorm that was about to dissipate outside, he recited the real mantra.

"When there is life in the world, you are the ultimate pure land, nothing can be polluted by you, you comfort all life..."

"You purify everything that is turbid, and return it to the order and inheritance of the world. There are no camps, no races, and there is only absolute justice in front of you..."

"Every life has been in your arms in fear, and it really came but didn't want to leave, because only in your arms can you experience true tranquility..."

"Call the name of the eternal sleeper, as the deceased, listen to the voice of the contract, and according to your expectations, sacrifice all the souls and souls here."

"The underworld is calling!"

A boundless void spread out. Different from the one in Colin City last time, this time the void was faintly black, extremely thin and extremely thin. It spread at an extremely fast speed, and the entire volcano was in motion. Power emerges from the ground, allowing the void to pass through the mountains, through the jungle, through the plains, through the city...

Dark clouds of smoke gathered in the sky, ignoring all living things.

This is the dark sky, the sky of the dead.

At this moment, he saw a silver light in the corner of his eye.

On January 7632, 1 in the Guangming calendar, the Emperor of Suspension created a second dark sky on the site of Artis, covering half of the continent, and the most fertile food-producing area of ​​mankind became wasteland.The dead were countless, and the holy city of the Holy See fell and moved to the northern plains.

The battle of demons begins.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

roland diary

January 7632, 1 in the Guangming calendar

(The diary paper is wet and there is not a single letter on it.)

Thank you SCARLET, Thirteen · Yue's mines, I love you all.

It's abusive, but I know you like this kind of... O(∩_∩)O~~