beast god

Douglas has become the common enemy of all life - the Lord of the Undead.

The nameless skeleton is more like the dog-man of the Doug tribe who entrusts the ultimate hope of all living things, the son of God who shouts a declaration of battle in the face of death.

No matter how the body changes, the breath and momentum, spirit and soul remain unchanged.

The nameless skeleton is the clone of Douglas, possessing the same consciousness and the same soul. Even the form of fighting and the wild aura exuding are exactly the same as the real Douglas.

The nameless skeleton is Douglass.

Douglas, who still has a heartbeat and breathing, has entered the world of death, while the nameless skeleton without any vital signs is still fighting death.

What a strange scene this is!

The leader of life is devouring life, and the undead are resisting death. This most incredible battle leaves all surviving beings stunned.

Suddenly, the magician Aegrel was the first to wake up and shouted in ecstasy: "Douglas is not dead yet, at least not completely dead. At least his clone is still there, his spirit is still there, and he is still alive."

Fighting with the King of the Dead!"

Hearing Agreer's almost crazy shout, everyone understood: the unknown skeleton was Douglas who challenged death. Even if he lost his physical support, his soul is still there, and his fighting power is still there. As long as

It's just a different body and a different fighting form.

For a moment, everyone was willing to believe that the nameless skeleton was Douglas's substitute, Douglas himself. He was still the leader of the coalition and the hope of the world.

The decisive battle between life and death is not over yet.

Hope is still there!

The leader of all living things and the king of death are facing off head-on. This is the ultimate battle between life and death, and the climax of the battle between life and death.

All those fierce battles, all those sacrifices, are just a prelude. The battle between the unknown skeleton and Douglas is the ultimate battle that determines victory or defeat!

Forced by the powerful aura of death, the figure of the nameless skeleton kept falling, as if a bird with broken wings fell from the sky. It rose up again and again, pounced and chopped down again and again. Isn't this the fearless man?

A powerful enemy to the majestic Douglas?

"Our heroes have been divided, but our leader is still there. Our warriors have been bruised and bruised, but our will to fight is still there." Agrill had long been stunned by the battle in front of him, muttering as if to himself.

He muttered: "The most powerful enemy has never been the King of the Dead, but himself. Defeating yourself is the most difficult battle, so let me help him one last time!"

The hero mentioned in the magician's words was of course Douglas, but it was definitely not Douglas who became the King of the Undead, but the black skeleton that looked more like a dead creature!

The greatest magician of this era finally made up his mind, threw away the staff in his hand, lowered his body and knelt down in worship.

Agrel clasped his hands together, like the most devout priest worshiping the gods he believed in, and murmured: "Devils sleeping deep in the universe, please listen to my voice..."

"I ask the devil to give me the ultimate power and let me reproduce the glory of magic."

"I am willing, I am willing to exchange everything for the glory of that moment, I am willing to dedicate everything to the devil who gives this world magic!"

As the most authentic magician, Agrel has never believed in any gods. It can also be said that he has no faith. Even the so-called worship of the God of Dawn is only superficial, and it is completely secular.

The behavior has nothing to do with the soul or the spirit.

A true magician only believes in magic itself, because magic is the manifestation of power.

The reason why that glorious era of magic is far away is because the devil who woven the magic system has fallen asleep, so that this era no longer belongs to magic.

Demons are not gods, so they do not need to beg or pray. If they want to surpass their own power, they can only exchange.

The exchange with the devil is actually the same as the sacrifice between the dark mage and the devil.

There is never power obtained for free. To gain something, you must pay more. This is the fundamental rule of magic. In that long-gone magic era, countless smart magicians tried to get the maximum return with the minimum effort. This is

This serious speculative behavior gradually became a selfish art. While promoting the great prosperity of magic, it also made the devil unable to make ends meet and had to fall into slumber, resulting in the end of the entire magical era.

In this era, in this world, only the most powerful magicians have the power to awaken the sleeping devil, and only the magician with the strongest magic power can trade with the devil.

A power as thin as a gossamer suddenly appeared in Aegrel's mind, which was the power given to him by the devil.

At the same time, the devil also took away more things.

Aegrel's mental power was drained in an instant, and even his soul and vitality were transformed into the purest power, and was taken away by the devil.

All that's left is just a little bit of magical power and the last bit of instinctive consciousness.

Without soul and life, even if Agreel is as powerful as a god, he will inevitably disappear into thin air without any suspense, his soul and soul will be destroyed, and he will be completely annihilated in time.

This is the price Agrill must pay after gaining power. No matter what he loses, he will not regret it, because he was the one who initiated this transaction.

Of course, it is no longer possible for the great magician to feel any emotion, including regret. While the devil gave him power, it also took away his emotions. Even if he faced the endless death, he could not feel it.

There is no fear at all, and even after gaining great power, I can't feel the slightest bit of excitement.

When this world-recognized magician slowly stood up, his whole body was shining with holy white light.

The white holy light is so strong that it isolates the breath of death, and the black breath fades as quickly as the shadow under the sun.

When everyone surrendered their eyes to Aigreel, they discovered that the holy white light was not covering him at all, but shining out from his body. The magician seemed to have become a luminous body like the sun, moon and stars, a strong light

Shining through his body, the white light coming out of his eyes, ears, mouth and other natural orifices became even more intense, turning him into a human-shaped sun.

The outer edge of the white light flickered, as if the white flame was burning fiercely. Under the illumination of the white light, even the boundless black aura of death showed obvious signs of fading.