"continue!"
“God’s grace is mighty!”
On the eaves, those holy city mages who used super-level group magic once again painted gorgeous constellations and star palaces. Densely packed stars were above the buildings and houses, and the huge magical aura was even more dazzling at the most dazzling moment. Rushing like a storm.
Gathering, converging, this time all the attacking Holy City mages used the most lethal fire magic. The fire points in the sky dispersed the black evil that descended on the Holy City, and the burning light illuminated the night sky for hundreds of kilometers. All reflected red.
With a command, all the fire points sprang up, and they completely surrounded the place where Zhan Kong was.
A red curtain of fire formed a mountain-like mountain furnace, with flowing magma sputtering in the mountain furnace, and ruthless molten flames burning everything in the mountain furnace to ashes.
The huge flame furnace can be said to rise from the ground. Zhan Kong's body is completely out of proportion compared to the furnace of the mountain. It is too small to be compared with the thousands of flying embers in the furnace!
"The demon refining field, purify it!"
The flying fire embers are randomly combined, and every second, an opposing flame gate will appear at both ends of Zhankong...
The entire flame furnace itself has a terrifying high-temperature incineration effect. The flame gates born in the furnace further intensify the flame power several times.
The flame gate diagram erupted into a huge stream of molten liquid, crossing Zhan Kong's body.
Not long after, the endless 360-degree flame gate erupted with such a giant flow of molten slurry, crazily baptizing the undead emperor!
The black armor was still standing there. The light could not penetrate his armor, so how could the flames melt his armor? Let the fire map clash and the furnace burn, Zhan Kong stepped on the bright red flames all over the ground and continued to move forward. As he walked, those eyes were more vivid than any brilliance or flame, so vivid that the mages of the Holy City standing on both sides shuddered!
"Could the fire and light of the Holy City be just a sideshow of fireworks?"
"If you only have this little ability to eliminate demons, don't talk about a thousand years of tranquility. I will completely disappear you from the long river of history tonight!"
Zhankong stopped and stepped hard on the Holy City with his iron boots.
Suddenly, the fire of the furnace that destroyed heaven and earth was completely extinguished!
Darkness reigned again, the sky-wide fire disappeared, the high temperature dropped sharply, and the coldness of the undead breath swept across again. This was obviously a huge fire that could burn the sky and ignite a mountain range, but it was stamped out with a contemptuous kick.
Seeing the Holy City Avenue dimming again, the fighting spirit of all the Holy City mages seemed to have completely dissipated with this kick.
What kind of powerful force is this that can ignore super-level group magic and extinguish the most prosperous super-level magic in human beings like a small firework? ?
Undead, that is, monsters, and emperor-level existences have always been something that humans have not dared to offend in history. Now the Holy City has set up a dragnet to allow an emperor to attend the meeting alone. The super-level of light and fire was ridiculed by him!
It's far from enough. These most powerful magics in people's minds are far from enough in front of the undead emperor. The brilliance of this holy city is limited to weak humans. When placed in the entire huge and magnificent world, placed in front of the demon emperor, it is not enough. It's a juggling act!
"Only by giving your life will you remember your own insignificance?"
"I am just one of the long-sleeping emperors in this world. I am far less powerful than the Sahara, Antarctic, and Bermuda. It is so easy for you to wake up from the so-called dream of a magical age!"
Zhankong's eyes completely released blood-colored light, and the torrential demonic energy rolled over from the continuous mountains of the Alps, swallowing up all the sky, mountains, and horizons that people could see like a black roar, and the majestic and vast aura of the undead strangled them. The throat of everyone in the Holy City.
Breathing, breathing, breathing desperately, the people in the Holy City of the Earth gasped violently in fear, their eyes filled with the painful struggle before death.
Whether they were ordinary people or magicians, everyone saw the blood-red eyes, saw the figure in black armor, and even saw the absolute breath of death tightly locking their throats.
In the Holy City of the Earth, no one died in this emperor's breath of death, but as the undead emperor said, they experienced their insignificance, and realized that the lives they regarded as treasures and the magical power they worshiped were really compared to emperor-level creatures. Insignificant! !
In the Holy City of Earth, although those who stared at this struggle did not die, in the Holy City of Reflection, those Holy City mages who were fighting for this millennium of tranquility were standing on the eaves preparing for the next magic, but at this moment they were already Completely turned into a withered corpse sculpture...
Black turbid air continued to leak out of the corpse sculpture, gathering on Zhan Kong's palm like a swarm of bees returning to their hive.
Holding the life energy of these Holy City mages, Zhan Kong slowly lowered his head and took a greedy sniff.
The pain was once again eliminated, replaced by a peace that had never been seen before. Even the dry blood vessels seemed to have something flowing, and the heart of the dead stone started to beat again...
Good memories echoed in my mind, but this time it would not bring about the heartbreaking torture.
The most luxurious thing for the undead is to recall the good things in life, but memories are a luxury. Without the support of thousands of living lives, the more you recall, the more painful it will be!
Resentment, hatred, greed, and cruelty should have walked with the dead.
It's not abandonment, it's a new beginning, it's instinct, and it's the best way to protect yourself.
However, the undead hate and loathe themselves extremely.
He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Qin Yu'er's eyes in the distance. After taking a breath of fresh vitality in a comfortable manner, Zhan Kong trembled all over again.
When he thought of his ugly and disgusting appearance being witnessed by his loved ones, Zhan Kong wanted to tear his head down with his hands and tear it into pieces before he stopped! !
I want to cry in pain, using elite tears to show that I hate myself, and all the blood squeezed out of my eyes...
My heart just calmed down because I had absorbed the energy of a living person.
When he was thinking calmly, he hated himself as a living dead.
Hatred brings endless pain and anger.
Pain and anger require killing and sucking the breath of living people to calm themselves down.
"Ouch~~~~~~~~!!!!"
There was another roar, and then everything was forgotten, only the blood was smeared on the streets and buildings of the Holy City, and one mage after another fell into a pool of blood.
The breath is no longer satisfying. Without the bright red blood spreading on the ground, something is always missing.
Human beings are still vulnerable and only deserve to be a bright red carpet that does not stain their boots on the road they walk on...
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The blood was so eye-catching. Looking up at the Holy City battlefield, Mo Fan felt a subversive level of dominance!
Is this the real emperor?
(End of chapter)
