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The sky was torn apart, the earth was fighting fiercely, and even the sea of ​​the undead that had just been forced up was shaken in shock!

"boom!"

The severely delayed roar finally came, and the extremely clumsy knife finally struck the middle of the black cloud!

The black aura that seemed to be substantial gave the absolute blackness, as if Douglas was jumping up and wielding a knife in the dark background, and it seemed like a piece of black crystal reflecting Douglas' figure.

When Douglas struck it with a knife that condensed soul and life, it seemed as if what he struck was not a black aura of nothingness, but a real thing.

With a soft "click" sound, it seemed that a huge, thin and brittle crystal vessel was broken, and there was a dense burst of breaking sounds. It was like a piece of pure black crystal being violently hit by the most brutal force.

There were dense cracks on the black aura.

These cracks seemed to have life, stretching out and breaking apart in a matter of seconds.

As this black atmosphere collapsed, the black clouds that filled all directions also split, and bright sunshine suddenly spread.

At this moment, all the undead that were surging crazily stood still, losing all their vitality in an instant, and fell down without warning like toy puppets whose strings were cut off.

All the undead souls that were once surging suddenly collapsed in an instant. After they fell, they never flowed and regrouped as before.

All these undead are dead! Really dead.

Without the black aura of the King of the Undead, no matter what kind of undead they are, they are like water without a source and a tree without roots!

Yegna, who was laughing wildly, was already stunned. The chief manager of the world of death, the spokesperson of the King of the Dead, screamed like all the little women who have suffered drastic changes: "You...you actually broke."

The black cloud of death for my king? This... this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible, an illusion, this must be an illusion..."

Yegna never believed that an orc could break through the death cloud of the King of the Undead. Even if this orc had divinity, it would not be possible.

But this is a fact, an ironclad fact.

As the black clouds collapsed, the fallen undead were already withering, like mushrooms under the scorching sun, showing a lifeless gray-white color.

All the undead are dead, truly dead, and will never be resurrected. This is undoubtedly a powerful shot in the arm. The most powerful black cloud of the King of the Undead has been broken, which makes

The allied forces, which were at the end of their tether, suddenly went crazy.

"We are victorious!"

"Haha, finally, we achieved our goal, we defeated death!"

"We are the greatest heroes of this era. We have done things that even the gods have not been able to do. We are about to defeat the terrible enemy that even the gods have not defeated!"

Amid waves of cheers, the black breath had dissipated, revealing the King of the Undead wrapped inside!

All this time, the King of the Undead has been wrapped in that black aura that cannot be seen through. No one knows what the King of the Undead looks like. Even Douglas has only vaguely seen the King of the Undead in the Imperial Capital.

figure.

The black atmosphere at that time was not as strong as it is now.

Now, Douglas finally sees the terrifying opponent who makes all living beings tremble, the King of the Undead who makes the gods fall and life wither!

At this moment, Douglas was stunned!

After exerting all his energy and life to cut out the shadow of death that could shatter everything, he was already fully mentally prepared.

For Douglas, who has killed countless monsters and terrifying enemies, he will not be surprised no matter what the King of the Undead looks like.

Even if the King of the Undead is a demon with three heads and six arms, or a monster with an ugly appearance and a fierce appearance, no matter how terrifying and terrible his image is, for Douglas, it is all expected.

but.

The King of the Undead in front of him was completely beyond Douglas' expectations. He was stunned!

When all the black aura completely dissipated, the King of the Dead appeared in front of Douglas without any cover.

This is a slightly thin figure, not at all domineering and majestic, not to mention scary and terrifying. This figure has a peaceful and calm look on his face, like a corpse without a mind and soul at all - a body with breathing and heartbeat.

of living corpses.

The Lord of the Undead, like Douglas, is a dog man of the Doug tribe!

The King of the Undead not only has the same race as Douglas, but also has something even stronger in common: they are both the sons of Hult, the God of Supervision and Judgment!

This image was so familiar that Douglas recognized him immediately!

It's Shibron!

The King of the Undead turns out to be Shibron!

Shibron... no, it should be said that the King of the Undead is wearing a gray cloth robe that has long been in tatters. There is no dazzling brilliance, and there is no tightly wrapped aura of death. It seems that this is the center of the universe.

Just stood in front of Douglas quietly.

The sound of wind echoed in the ears, and the noisy footsteps were noisy, but the King of the Dead was extremely calm, as if he did not even see the crazily surging coalition soldiers and many strong men who were full of murderous intent.

It is as calm as the eternal stars, it is true absolute silence.

The Shibron in front of him was completely different from the previous one. His face was expressionless, and he looked at the old enemy in front of him with empty eyes. A faint black aura was slowly emanating from his body, which was a very weak aura of death.

In the past, Shibron was domineering and self-righteous. He always wanted to show the elegance and nobility of the aristocracy and his superior temperament. But now, he looks no different from the most ordinary Dogman of the Doug tribe, except that he has an extra one on his head.

A crown, a crown of thorns.

Is this the King of the Dead who is so powerful that all living things tremble? Is this the demon that can destroy the world?

At least, Douglas didn't feel the slightest hint of sharpness and arrogance, let alone any powerful momentum that would make life shudder. He only felt the absolute tranquility that never wavered!

Tranquility is the essence of death. As for fear, it is just the inner reaction of living beings when facing death.

The surprise was only an extremely brief moment, at least for Douglas.

No matter what the King of the Undead looks like, he must be destroyed. This is the entire meaning of the battle, and it is also the goal that must be achieved after spending countless lives.