beast god

Despair, an atmosphere of despair from the bottom of the heart suddenly enveloped the hearts of every warrior.

After experiencing a long and cruel fight, those who made it here were the most elite warriors in the coalition. They were brave and fearless, and they fought tenaciously, but all of them were shattered by the powerful blow of the King of the Undead.

In the extremely dull and oppressive atmosphere, every panting warrior knew how powerful the King of the Undead was.

The power of the King of the Dead is not indescribable. Now, every warrior has found the most appropriate adjective, that is: despair!

The King of the Undead is so powerful that all hope has been shattered, and this shattering is completely absolute. This is despair.

Tie Shuai, who never gives up, has a pale face, and even he is in despair!

As the two strongest men in the Transi Empire, Tie Shuai, although extremely powerful, is not stronger than the Magic Master. Even the Magic Master's life-saving blow is completely ineffective. What else can stop Douglas and the Nameless Skeleton?

Fusion... to be precise, nothing can stop the final fusion of the King of the Dead and Douglas's last shred of consciousness.

After the fusion, the power of the King of the Dead will be even greater.

Despair, really despair. Even the incomplete King of the Dead at this stage cannot be defeated or even faced. How can we face the King of the Dead who has reached the perfect state?

The chaotic aura of death seems to be getting stronger. There is no need for the undead army in the distance to rush over anymore, because the aura of the King of the Undead is causing more undead monsters to appear.

The ground is like a turbulent sea, with undead monsters constantly emerging from under the surface, densely packed like swarms of bees. The undead monsters that just appeared in front of you are not just the corpses of orcs or humans, but also more powerful.

Skeleton monsters with stronger destructive power include Behemoth, dragons, Nagas who are like snake-men but are ten times taller than snake-men, and even some soul-eating beasts and dark eyes that only exist in legends.

Monster.

Behind Douglas, swarms of dark knights and fear warlocks gradually condensed in the black aura. These overwhelming terrifying purgatory creatures are the regular army of the death world. As for the previous monsters such as skeletons and zombies, they can only be regarded as

Just cannon fodder.

The power of death has become several times stronger, while the power of life has almost completely withered!

Everyone no longer fantasizes about any thoughts related to victory, because it is a completely impossible and stupid idea. Although the soldiers are still fighting hard, it can only be regarded as a pointless struggle at the end of the battle, a meaningless and futile effort.

Lift.

When all hope ceased to exist, there was only one figure, the only figure, walking towards the increasingly majestic aura of death.

It’s Yanagi Endo!

This half-elf of the Elf race, this divine son of the Father God, strode forward and stood side by side with the nameless skeleton, just like they had done countless times in the past when they had fought against powerful enemies together.

The heartless skeletons stood together.

In Liu Endeng's most intuitive feeling, Douglas is not far away, he is by his side, because the nameless skeleton is Douglas, at least a part of Douglas. This feeling is so wonderful, it gives him a very solid sense of security.

Just like in the fiercest battle, you can always give your back to your closest comrade without reservation.

This is absolute trust, this is the deepest friendship, a friendship forged through countless battles!

Liu Endeng, who was tall and straight, stood dozens of steps away from Douglas. There was no expression of fear or panic on his face. He seemed not to be affected by the black aura at all, staring at the most distant figure in the past.

A close friend is now the worst enemy.

From the perspective of Liu Endeng, Douglas is not much different from before. Although the wallet on his body is scarred, it is still simple and unpretentious, just like himself. The angular face is still full of heroic spirit.

The aura was unique to the orcs' roughness. But his face was indifferent, and his eyes were all empty. Perhaps because of the black aura, Douglas's face seemed a little blurry, like a scenery hidden in the mist.

Liu Endeng stood there like a nail, shoulder to shoulder with the nameless skeleton beside him, shouting loudly: "Lord Douglas, whether you are the same as before or not, I think you must still remember this title."

Douglas's expression remained indifferent and he continued to move forward slowly according to the established pace and speed.

"I don't believe you will forget yourself, and I don't believe you will forget everything in the past."

When Liu Endeng finished speaking, Douglas had already taken three steps forward.

"Back in the Half-Beast Wasteland, you and I, and Biyesi, we shared joys and sorrows, we lived and died together. Have you really forgotten that?"

Douglas's face didn't change at all, not even blinking his eyes that were darker than darkness, and he took another four steps forward.

"In the Kent moor, in the deep swamp, we work hard together..."

Douglas continued to move forward, without slowing down at all, and certainly not speeding up.

"When we were in the Land of Green Forest, you once said to me..."

Douglas took another four steps forward at an unchanging pace. Whether it was Liu Endeng or the unknown skeleton, they had already entered his most direct attack range. Everyone was sweating for Liu Endeng.

"You must still remember our common wise man, the old man who deserves our respect..."

Douglas finally stopped his aggressive but steady pace, but his hand was habitually pressed on the handle of the knife. This was a very obvious and very dangerous signal of attack.

However, Liu Endeng turned a blind eye as if he hadn't seen it, and continued to maintain a calm tone like an old friend reminiscing: "You must still remember the fun we had when we enjoyed the broth together, and you must still remember the time when we faced powerful enemies together.

trust……"

No matter what Liu Endeng said, Douglas remained motionless, but slowly pulled out the Ziying sword that had not been drawn out all this time.

The breath of death exuding from Douglas is no longer strong, like a tangible, dark crystal. The only difference is that this breath is no longer the deathly tranquility it has always shown, but

It surged wildly with a hissing scream, like a boiling wave.