Arad's crooked savior

"You are already dead! Your body is rotten and withered, and your soul is old and exhausted. Why should you pursue this meaningless prosperity!"

Ye Lin frowned and tried to persuade him. The other party's current state was very similar to that of the tyrant Barak. His ambitions were not yet completed and he died suddenly.

if……

At this time, if a necromancer signs a contract with Borodin, it will be almost equivalent to doubling Balak's power!

With the two monarchs united, they might be able to truly step into the legendary realm where dead souls rule.

He glanced at Alicia, who was very nervous, but unfortunately, she was already implicated because of Balerion, so how could she practice such forbidden abilities as necromancy.

If Shapron or Minette were here, they might be able to get a big deal.

Although Chapron is a bit stubborn, he has devoted himself to serving the dark elves after giving up his position as chief of the Senate.

Minette lived in Hetton Mar, which was even more out of reach, but she was a very deviant person, and her orientation seemed to be for both men and women.

"Then what do you want me to do, silently cut off my own head, sleep quietly, let this suit of armor be covered with moss and dirt, drilled by flies, and be buried forever in this dark underground?"

Borodin's words were full of sarcasm and anger. It was a great irony that a generation of kings fell to such an end.

His momentum became more and more powerful, and ancient cavalry armor began to appear on the altar. A unique killing atmosphere of the army gradually condensed, like an ancient ferocious beast.

The murderous intention of one person is far inferior to that of a fierce army.

"I understand!"

Ye Lin nodded heavily and pointed his sword at an angle.

What this eternal king means is that either you stop me and kill me, or I rush out and cause a scene before dying.

In short, being buried under the soil in obscurity is a choice that Borodin absolutely cannot accept. It is an insult!

Ye Lin stroked the blade gently and said sincerely: "If your ambition is not fulfilled, why not sign a soul contract with people in this world and use your power of Hammer King Borodin to make the world tremble!"

"Then let's see if you have what it takes!"

He laughed boldly and dropped the hammer, shaking the ground.

"Knights, charge!"

"beat him!"

The ancient knight summoned by Borodin collided with the team.

The team wins because of its relatively high quality and strength, and the knights appear continuously, and there seems to be no limit on their number.

But everyone tacitly avoided the center of the altar, and lured the irrational ancient knight to the edge of the altar, and even approached the altar where the Knight of Light was.

"Kneel down!"

Taking a big step, Borodin's giant hammer hit Ye Lin in the face.

If it were struck firmly this time, the whole body would definitely explode, and even the ice dragon Skatha's scales would be hard to withstand.

Ye Lin retreated sharply, summoning an arm made of boulders to grab Borodin.

However, the hard boulder became as soft as tofu under the impact of Borodin.

Extremely stormy!

The sword formation surrounded him and formed rapidly. The sharp sword intent prompted Borodin to stop and summon a diamond-shaped shield from behind the throne!

cut!

The sword light was raging in all directions, and cracks appeared in the diamond-shaped shield with a "click" sound, and then it exploded at extremely high speed and turned into wreckage.

The situation was too hasty and there was no time to arrange the physical storm style for him, but the ordinary storm style mixed with the power of magic had sufficient attack power.

The last sword light forced Borodin back. Although the surface of the opponent's armor was full of sword marks and ravines, he still seemed to have enough strength left to fight back.

"King Borodin, what do you think of my proposal?"

What Ye Lin was referring to was that the necromancer communicated his resentment to the soul, achieving an effect similar to the arrival of the tyrant Barak.

"Your Majesty, have you ever been driven by others?"

Borodin asked angrily, which made him almost ashamed and his face was hot.

Borodin was not Barak. He once unified the continent and was mighty. Although he died due to Below's rebellion, there was only anger in his chest and not much regret.

More than a thousand years have passed, and even the Bellow dynasty that stole the fruits of victory has been lost in the long river of time.

The former entourage has long been turned into a handful of loess, the majestic and gorgeous palace has also been transformed into dirt and rocks, and Borodin's land has been renamed.

If we have no relatives and no friends, what is the point of reunifying the continent?

He is a king, and even if he dies in his prime, he is still a king!

"I believe in Master Usiel, Lord of the Underworld. Death is just a matter of meeting Master Usiel. Maybe, I can also meet the guy who betrayed me."

Borodin began to laugh boldly, his armor was shaking so hard that he said loudly:

"I can feel that the swordsman in black among you has the aura of Lord Usher."

In his palm, which was also covered with metal gauntlets, he grasped a fist-sized skull made of a mysterious black substance.

This is Borodin's token of communication with Ushir, and it is also what Mavis strives for.

"Usir Cult, how is it now?" Borodin asked, holding the token.

"It's extremely weak, because all the gods can't hide. Whether it's Usiel, Kunilai, Venus, etc., there are only some blessings or curses left."

Ye Lin also answered truthfully. He could see that Borodin had understood that his resurrected self was definitely no match for them, and he began to explain his funeral and make up for his regrets.

"Lord Borodin, what happened to the gods?" He couldn't help but ask.

The mysterious disappearance of the gods has been going on for thousands of years and has become an almost unsolvable mystery.

The believers who followed the gods tried their best to search all over the continent, but they could not find an answer.

As a powerful being who died once, Borodin is also the most loyal believer of Usil. Now that he is "resurrected" by chance, will he know some hidden secrets?

"I don't know. Although I have resurrected from my long sleep, but..."

He tapped his head with his fingers to indicate that his memory was not preserved too much.

So he didn't know enough about Usiel.

"Come on, send me to sleep, and go to see Lord Usher."

Borodin threw the token in his hand to Ye Lin. He was a fanatical admirer of Usiel, so he naturally understood the difficulty of believers being unable to communicate with each other about their belief in gods.

The woman's aura was neither up nor down, and she was obviously stuck in a certain boundary and realm, and he knew it all too well.

He's already going to see Hades, so what's the use of keeping the token?

The long and narrow flowing sword was put away, and a sword that was also scarlet but obviously shorter was held in hand!

The moment it appeared, there seemed to be a shrill wail.

There is no sound in the entire ruins, and the screams of trauma can directly echo in people's hearts and minds!

"I once understood the ability of Miriel, the Master of Time and Space, and studied under a master of space. I was also fortunate enough to understand the apostle's lightsaber skills. Although my realm and strength are inferior, swordsmanship is something that has no limits and no limits. !”

Ye Lin's tone was calm and composed, as if he was narrating some irrelevant aside, and he circled the crack in his hand.

He clenched the handle of the knife suddenly, leaned forward to gather strength, and thunder shone in his eyes.

Inside the ruins, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the top of the altar!

Pseudo·instant slash!

It was as if the world was shocked, the morning and night were dim, everything seemed dim.

The flames around the altar were still burning, and even the flames had not yet shaken, but Borodin staggered and backed away.

Click~

There was a crisp cracking sound. Borodin stared blankly at the broken breastplate, and then looked up to the sky and laughed again.

"That's right, that's right, Sword Master, you can barely live up to my name as Borodin, hahahaha!"

With a wave of his hand, the slanted sword flew into the air and landed directly next to Ye Lin.

As if he had given up his obsession, and as if his wish was fulfilled, Borodin leaned on his giant hammer and said: "This sword condenses the fate and resentment of my kingdom. It is a sword that can be both good and evil." .”

Cough, cough...

As his soul was about to pass away, Borodin was in a very bad state, but he remained calm and narrated slowly, for fear that he would not understand:

"This sword is the key to the sacrificial chamber. It can also command millions of cavalry. If it is used by someone with intentions to command the underground people, it will insult the reputation of our Borodin Kingdom! Sword Master, do you understand?"

"Your Majesty, this junior understands."

Ye Lin bowed deeply. What Borodin meant was that you can take whatever you want from the sacrifice room, but these one million cavalrymen should just sleep underground.

At the same time, he specially emphasized the word "Sword Master", which means that after taking the things, try to find a way to deal with this evil sword!

"I, the Immortal King Borodin, am now leading an army of millions to follow Master Ushir, hahahaha..."

The laughter is getting weaker and weaker, and the blow of the crack has terrifying damage to the soul.

The resurrected Immortal King Borodin is already at his peak strength.

When the laughter stopped, the majestic armor seemed to have solidified, as if it had turned into a bronze statue.

The eyes that were originally bright under the helmet turned into deep darkness.