beast god

But the nameless skeleton knows very well what price the so-called perfection requires: he will disappear, completely lose all spirit and consciousness, and even himself will no longer exist.

For any life, this means the complete disappearance of self, which is no different from death.

As a living being that has had life and consciousness for a long time, losing life and self is absolutely unacceptable. Therefore, the nameless skeleton has always been confused: the meaning of his existence is to achieve the final fusion with Douglas, and the two become one.

But doing so means dying, and the price is too high.

When the clone becomes too powerful and has too independent life and consciousness, it will resist the final fusion. This is something that every life must consider.

It was only then that Douglas clearly realized that the nameless skeleton was not only his clone, but also a life form created by himself.

Even if this life form completely belongs to him, Douglas has no right to deprive him of his life. This is the most basic dignity of all life.

Only on the eve of death will the ultimate ideal of immortality become less important. What Douglas considers most now is how to defeat the King of the Undead, rather than trying every means to deprive the nameless skeleton of his life to make himself more powerful.

whole.

"Wo... it doesn't matter whether you are Wall with an independent life or a part of me. The first thing we have to face now is survival. As for integration... let's talk about it later." Douglas said with a wry smile: "I think

You also know my thoughts very well. Until now, even if I have the intention to fuse with yours, I can't do it because I don't know what to do to fuse with you."

How to merge with the clone into a whole is something beyond the scope of Douglas's knowledge. In many classics, it should belong to the category of divine power. Unfortunately, the gods have fallen now, and Douglas cannot seek help at all.

"I respect every life. Even if you are my clone, you are willing to merge with me, and I have also found a way to merge. Before these two conditions are realized, let's face reality honestly..."

In the darkness, the two groups of soul fires deep in the eyes of the nameless skeleton suddenly surged and then returned to calm.

The nameless skeleton retreated silently!

That night, Douglas slept very uneasily, and the black aura surrounding the King of the Dead appeared repeatedly in his sleep: The black aura filled with death rose up in the Kent wasteland, and wherever the black cloud of death passed

, all the flowers have withered, all life has perished, everything has been destroyed without mercy, and the whole world has been completely reduced to a place of death. The sky is dark and gloomy, the earth is lifeless, and even the sea cannot flood.

There was a slight ripple.

There is no sound or light, and the world is dead. In the dead world, only the King of the Dead and Douglas, who is facing the King of the Dead, are left. Even when he is face to face with the King of the Dead, he cannot see

I knew his true face clearly, but I saw a familiar figure in the dark atmosphere.

"I'm coming for you!" When the King of the Dead said these words, Douglas suddenly woke up.

When he woke up, Douglas, who was tortured by nightmares, was already dripping with cold sweat. His clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his body. They were slippery and uncomfortable.

Because he had just been awakened, Douglas was still in a daze. He couldn't even tell whether the scene just now was a dream or his subconscious. However, the unimaginably powerful black aura left him with lingering fear.

The world of death is extremely terrifying, but it seems familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember it for a while.

The Lord of the Undead is not only Douglas's nightmare, but also the terrible nightmare of all creatures in the world. Douglas has no intention of sleeping anymore and sits on the bedside.

The morning star hangs high, and a bright color has appeared faintly in the east. Although the sun has not risen yet, the sky is no longer gloomy and dark. There is a green color between the sky and the earth. It won't be long before the night will pass and the day will come.

Arrive.

The entire Kent Wasteland has not yet completely woken up from its slumber, and countless orcs and humans have already arrived from temporary camps in all directions.

Although the sun has not yet risen, tens of thousands of warriors have gathered at the predetermined meeting point, and more warriors are gathering here like streams returning to the sea.

Because the sky is not bright yet, you can't see clearly what's going on here, but you can feel the aura of death emitted by thousands of warriors. This aura is not only the murderous aura full of fighting will, but also the boundless aura.

The solemnity and solemnity completely wiped out the tranquility and coldness of the early morning.

All the creatures who came here in advance are the elites carefully selected from various races. They are the elites among the warriors. Within the entire continent, they are the most powerful and destructive elites.

In the square that serves as the training ground for Kent's army, orcs of all races stand in the left half. These fierce and brave orcs have long been dressed neatly, and the weapons in their hands are as hot as their own body temperature. The three major human empires

The reinforcements are slightly to the right of the square. These human warriors who have come from afar do not seem to be as tall and burly as the orcs, but the formation they stand in is extremely neat and quiet. Thousands of warriors gather together, but there are no

Make a little noise!

All of this shows that the soldiers here are the most elite armed forces on the continent.

At the front of the training ground are mages wearing various styles of magic robes. Except for a small number of magicians from different magic unions, most of the magicians are from the magic academy of the Transi Empire and the Galen Empire.

The Magic Tower. Since that splendid magic era has passed away, it has now gathered almost all the magic power in the world. The lineup is so luxurious and the scale is so large that it has only been seen in thousands of years!

Even without those warriors who are armed to the teeth, just relying on these magicians can reduce a large castle to the ground in a matter of seconds.

In the middle of the team and slightly behind the roar, the elves' team seems a bit thin, but as the oldest and most profound ancient race in the world, even the most arrogant warriors do not dare to look down on the elves.

strength.