The hearse drove through the air, leaving a long black trail, looking lifeless.
Lich King Alan Bulu stood on the hearse, overlooking the black earth, with a sad expression on his face: "The starburst magic circle will bombard the Nirvana Barrier soon, but we still can't find a way to rescue His Majesty. But what should I do, damn Gust, didn’t he say he had found a way?”
The news that Alanbulu received was that in four or five months, the Starburst Array would be fully charged with energy, bombarding the Nirvana Barrier, and striving to eliminate the Undead King. Four months were about to pass.
Unfortunately, if he knew Ange and had a good relationship, Ange might have told him that the Starburst Magic Circle had no signs of energy accumulation.
The spores of the God of Life have quietly spread throughout all the ventilation ducts and sewer pipes of the entire Starburst Array. If the Starburst Array has a strong energy response, it will be the first to know.
Alanburu was talking to himself, and naturally he didn't expect anyone to respond to him. He continued to mutter softly: "The old undead ghost Gust said he had a secret source of information, but refused to say anything about the source. This sneaky attitude cannot be ignored. Could it be the message given to him by the Church of Light? Otherwise, why would it be so secretive?"
"If the source of the information is a human or the Warlock Alliance, then he will definitely not be sneaky. He can get the information in the Warlock Alliance. That is his ability. Only if the source violates everyone's taboo, he will not even tell me."
"Damn it, how did this old undead get involved with the Church of Light? Don't find any evidence for me, or I'll have to deal with it for him." Alanbulu muttered in annoyance.
One of the undead knights in front turned back and shouted: "King, we are at the Immortal Temple just ahead. Do you want to worship?"
Alanbulu shook his head and said: "I won't go, I don't have time. When you see that smart little bone, just throw it a soul crystal."
"Good." The immortal knights responded and turned back, but soon, the immortal knights shouted loudly: "King, look!"
Alanbulu followed the guidance of the undead knight and saw a huge dragon statue.
"Who carved a giant dragon and put it here?" This was Alanbulu's first reaction, but he reacted as soon as he said it:
"No, it's not a sculpture, it's a petrified dragon? That petrified dragon Darhan Diawara in the Palace of Knowledge, who moved it here? Is it Gust? This guy didn't say a word to me when he moved it. ?Go down and have a look.”
Alanbulu obviously knew the petrified dragon, and even knew the dragon before it was petrified. This gave him a huge misunderstanding, thinking that it was brought back by Gust.
Because except for them, no one else knows that there is a petrified dragon deep in the main hall of the Palace of Knowledge. Even this petrified dragon is the key to the wisdom of many souls.
The undead cavalry led the hearse and slid towards the ground. As the distance got closer, Alanburu could see clearly the situation on the ground, and even saw the altar of reincarnation covered by the petrified dragon.
"Hey, no, how come the altar of reincarnation was repaired? Who repaired it?" Alanbululu was surprised and immediately felt something was wrong.
Gust would move the petrified dragon back without telling him, but it was impossible to build the altar of reincarnation without telling him, because he presided over the construction of the altar of reincarnation.
This is as absurd as Ange not telling Duroken about the world transfer station.
"Be careful, something is wrong." Alan Bulu reminded loudly.
The undead cavalry were somewhat disapproving. What kind of place was this? The Plain of Rest. Further south was the abyss of immortality. What could be wrong?
However, they still pretended to use weapons, mostly lances, because lances could sometimes be used as javelins.
Just when they were about to hit the ground, a little girl suddenly jumped out from under the petrified dragon.
"Where did the little girl come from? Be careful, don't hurt... No, the holy power of light! Be careful!" Alanbulu just wanted everyone not to hurt anyone, but the next moment he was frightened by the holy power of light that erupted from the little angel. .
The little angel's hands were weak... Before he could push it out, he remembered something, scratched his head, stretched his back in annoyance, and opened a pair of real wings.
"Fighting bird? Why is there a fighting bird here? How did she get here? Are all rangers blind?!" Aramburu was shocked.
After opening her true wings, the little angel slowly opened the second pair of light wings. She had been warned many times not to let the holy light shine randomly and to take her time to attract the enemy's attention.
The little angel hates this the most. Whenever he takes action, he will use his big moves to feel good. But there is no way. Among so many people, the ones with the brightest posture are her and Anthony. Anthony has other tasks, so she can only attract the enemy's attention. Stronger.
"Four-winged battle bird! Be careful, everyone." an undead cavalry shouted, throwing his lance.
The long knight turned into a powerful crossbow and stabbed the little angel.
On the side of the little angel's body, light wings spurted wildly, pushing her to move a large distance laterally. The light wings sprayed, and the third pair of light wings also unfolded. At the same time, she pulled out the Archangel's wings. stick.
"The Supreme Holy Spirit!? The one in Beifeng City! No, two Supreme Holy Spirits have appeared in Beifeng City. Everyone, be careful of the other one!" Alanbulu reminded loudly.
The dracolich Nozalo had already informed everyone about encountering two seraphs and the pope in North Wind City. The seraphs and the pope from the Church of Light had not been seen for many years, so this news caused a stir. Alan Bulu naturally knows that everyone attaches great importance to it.
Unexpectedly, a seraphim would appear so close to the Immortal Abyss. What about the other six-winged archangel and the teleporting pope?
As soon as the thought came up, Ange jumped out from the other side of the petrified dragon, rolled directly onto the dragon's back, stretched out his hand and wiped out rows of holy light missiles.
The little angel was just a prop to attract their attention, and Ange was the fort that truly suppressed the undead cavalry. For a moment, all the undead cavalry were swept away by the Holy Light missiles and could not lift their heads.
Alanbulu slapped his staff and was about to suppress Ange, but he felt a sudden omen in his heart. He turned his head and looked in the other direction, and saw a bright light flashing on the other corner of the equilateral triangle with the little angel Ange. move.
Alanbulu immediately smashed a piece of bone on his chest, and a bubble-like circle exploded.
I saw that everything around me slowed down, and as the 'bubble' exploded, it expanded rapidly. Everything trapped in it became extremely slow, including a purple gold skeleton.
Feti was stunned by this 'slowing down' effect. Everything became extremely slow, but his thinking and reactions were normal. He watched Alanburu in front of him quickly take out his staff and think Spell, ready to go.
Feti felt as if he had passed through some invisible barrier. The slowing effect disappeared instantly. His speed returned to normal, but he immediately plunged into another invisible mass of 'mud'.
"Super powerful hysteresis?" Negris asked next, probing his head. If general magic has levels, then hysteresis is a magic with no level. A first-level magician can cast it, and so can a mystic mage. The only effect is Each is different.
The effect of Alanbulu's delay spell is obviously super strong. It can delay even the lord of mourning like Feti. He casts delay spell continuously, and the hearse also moves backwards, widening the distance from Feti.
At the same time, ghosts were summoned by him, and they rushed towards Feti fiercely, entangled him, circled him, and pulled him.
Naturally, these ghosts couldn't hurt the Lord of Mourning, but combined with the hysteresis technique, they bluntly slowed Feti's speed, and finally forced him to stop.
"This... Feti was actually forced to stop? This lich is so powerful." Negris said in shock.
Silba on the side was also looking around and said: "It's normal. The Lich King Alanbulu, the Mage of Truth, is very powerful. If his followers were not restrained by the adults and delayed behind Fei Ti, riding The spear may have been thrown... Hey, where is the undead cavalry?"
Everyone's attention was attracted by the confrontation between Feti and Alan Bulu, and they didn't pay attention to Ange at all. Now they turned around and looked over, only to find that the twelve undead cavalry had disappeared. Ange waved a The Great Scythe of Holy Light, with twelve soul flames hung on its blade.
"Is this... so fast? Are these undead cavalry too good? What is that? The Scythe of Holy Light? How come it is the same as the Scythe of Death?" Silba said in shock.
Negris awkwardly buttoned the scales on his waist: "That's the Death Scythe. It was originally used to deceive others into cutting wheat."
Feti was forced to stop, and the 'flash' was naturally interrupted, and he had to fall to the ground. His flash could only be cast on a place with solid support, and could not be cast on the air, so even though he was walking on the air ability, but to activate the flash, you still need to find something solid to step on first.
Alanbulu took the time to look in Ange's direction, and then his expression changed drastically: "Where are my people!?"
Ange quickly opened his true wings, and the wings of light spurted out, pushing him to fly towards Alanburu at high speed.
"Who are you? You are not the Supreme Holy Spirit! Let go of my people!" Alanbululu roared angrily. With a wave of his staff, a cyan wind blade slashed down and slashed towards Ange, who was locked with his gaze.
Swish, swish, swish... Ange's favorite thing is to fight magic with others. Twenty holy light missiles were sprayed out in one second, and Alanburu's wind blade was blown up in the air.
"Elemental javelin!"
"Wind Arrow!"
"Delay!"
"Tornado Blade!"
"Soul shock!"
Ange always used holy light missiles to deal with the magic in front. At this extremely high speed, Alanbulu couldn't use any magic. He was forcibly overwhelmed by the holy light missiles. Alanbulu was so anxious that he wanted to jump out of the car. Brazenly using the soul impact that undead creatures are best at... beam.
Ange tilted his head back, then came back as if nothing had happened, raised his finger towards Alanbulu, and Soul Shock - beam!
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