Dragon Who Controls Time

The main material world, the continent of Noah, the wasteland of bones.

The gray-white breath entangled in the air, and the air was filled with thick layers of gray lead clouds.

It is now noon on Noah Continent. The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat, projecting to the earth below, but this dead and gray wasteland still has no trace of sunlight.

High in the sky, the wind was fierce, but there was nothing to do against the heavy lead cloud that blocked the sun.

This is no ordinary cloud cover.

They are the condensation of various negative emotions emanating from countless deceased people at the moment before their death, and they are the terrible death and dark aura.

If some ordinary birds with fast flight but unresponsiveness don't pay attention, they plunge into these gray clouds and fall from them in a blink of an eye... In the form of a skeleton bird or a rotten bird, Become a part of the Wasteland of Bones.

The legendary powerhouse, Pope Bright, exhausted his energy in order to disperse these heavy negative spiritual energy.

That day, the ash cloud in the sky was much thinner, but it quickly returned to its original state.

The Pope's light magic is not enough to wipe out the hatred of the dead.

Beneath the grey cloud.

Countless undead creatures roam here.

Skeleton Warriors, Necromancers, Undead Knights, Wraiths, Ghosts, Corpse Witches............

This is the paradise of the dead, the paradise of the dead.

Once formed, the special place of the Bone Wasteland is like a gray-white scar on the ground, and it is still spreading slowly and evilly around the surrounding. I want to destroy all the good things and make this place a dead world.

Around the Bone Wasteland, there are many fortifications built by the United Human Principality and the Holy See of Light.

The only purpose of those continuous city walls is to prevent sudden attacks from the undead.

Fortunately, there is no undead monarch who is the ruler of the Bone Wasteland yet, and those fortifications have only encountered sporadic attacks since their construction.

But even so, no one would take a chance on the dangers of the Wasteland of Bones.

The undead and the living are two life forms that cannot coexist peacefully.

Many of the human beings who set foot in the Wasteland of White Bone have died in the gray and gloomy air, and then were transformed into a part of the undead by the aura of death.

However, in such a forbidden area where no strangers can enter, there are still the figures of brave and fearless human paladins.

The aura of death is too strong, and it has always had a tendency to expand outwards.

If you ignore it, the Bone Wasteland will be out of control, swallowing life at a rapid speed.

The power of the blood sacrifice magic circle that was enough to confer a god has been integrated with this barren land with the death of Harris.

In order to curb this process, the Holy See of Light has controlled the concentration of the aura of death within an acceptable range, and has been recruiting paladins and priests to continuously kill those more advanced undead in the undead realm.

Cooperate with some human soldiers to clean up ordinary ignorant skeletons.

In this way, although the White Bone Wasteland could not be eradicated, the speed of its spread was finally controlled, and it was even reduced a little bit.

According to this process, if there is no accident in the middle, in time, after many years, this dead wasteland of bones may turn into the beautiful and fertile Bucky Plain, and once again become the granary of the principality of mankind.

But no surprise.

An accident is about to happen.

A small team of paladins rode high war horses and led a priest in white robes, rushing to the depths of the White Bone Wasteland in a ghastly pale bone rack.

They had just returned from the Arctic ice sheet.

After investigating there, because there was no trace of the evil god sculpture at all, he left the barren and harsh extreme north.

Now the major countries have been severely damaged by the collapse of the Alliance Army, their national strength has not recovered, and there are still traces of war on the devastated southern land.

Famine, plagues, bandits, monsters, dragons... Various events make people devastated.

The Holy See of Light does not intervene in the war, but for the recovery of this post-war trauma, they choose to help the human country without hesitation, but the manpower is always insufficient.

Looking for the sculpture of the evil god, restraining the wasteland of bones, and stabilizing the post-war situation....... The Holy See of Light has been very busy during this time.

The temple was empty, and knights and priests threw themselves into the disaster area.

The team that had just returned to the mainland from the Arctic Icefield received a new mission to clear the undead without much rest.

As brave and enthusiastic paladins, they came to the Bone Wasteland without any complaints without any complaints, and fought with the endless undead.

However, as the main force of the Holy Knight, every dispatch is not random.

According to information, recently in the depths of the White Bone Wasteland, some undead creatures that were wandering around unconsciously tended to converge towards a certain center.

What this situation represents, the Holy See of Light, who has dealt with evil creatures all the year round, is very clear.

There are high-level undead born.

The main task of the Paladins stationed in the Wasteland of Bones is to purify the newly born high-level undead.

As long as there is no high-level undead existence and command control, the terrifying sea of ​​undead will not form.

As a believer of the God of Light, whether it is the Holy Knight's holy oath spell or the priest's light magic spell, it has a strong killing effect on undead creatures.

This small but elite team is enough to kill the newly born high-level undead in the bud.

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Countless undead surround him in a muted muffled roar and beast-like roar.

An incomparably huge skeleton lion sat in the center of these undead, with a soul flame burning in its eye sockets, and the rest of the undead seemed to respect it and stood beside it in an orderly and silent manner.

But if you look closely, you can see that the skeleton lion is just an illusion.

On its huge skull like a hut, with the whistling of the gloomy wind, a translucent phantom ghost can be vaguely seen.

A slender female ghost of Ana.

The female ghost swayed her transparent calf, and her back looked a little lonely under the gloomy sky.

If there are survivors of the Golden Alliance Army here that day, they will be stunned to find that the face of this female ghost is exactly the same as the nine-ringed archmage who died tragically under the attack of Harris that day.

Thanks to the future Galen reversing time, the soul that Harris devoured was spit out again.

Isaiah's soul did not enter the Styx, and stopped in the Bone Wasteland with a strong unwillingness. Under the pollution and erosion of the death aura, it changed, and new life was born from it.

"Isiah.......my name when I was alive......."

The female ghost looked up at the sky, and there were endless gray clouds in her field of vision, and in her ears was the uncontrollable low roar of the undead.

A few months ago, she appeared in the Wasteland of Bones.

Ignorance and ignorance, hate all living creatures.

Then as time passed, fragmented memories began to flash back in the soul, quickly becoming whole.

Those pictures, from birth to growth, to the complete memory of death, are all displayed in the eyes of the female ghost.

The memory picture was finally fixed on a skeleton-like lich who looked thin and thin.

Through these precious memories from the nine-ring illusion master, the female ghost has the light of wisdom, and has inherited a part of the powerful illusion ability of the original body.

However, she is not Isaiah.

To be precise, she is a new life born from Isiah's unwillingness and resentment.

She hated the Golden Alliance, hated Harris, hated the Kingdom of Timor.... hated all living creatures.

The female ghost doesn't feel like Isaiah either, those memories are more like a movie watched from an outsider's eyes.

She gave herself a brand new name.

Elena.

The ghost queen of the Bone Wasteland, Elena.

In the essence of the undead, there is a hatred for the living and a desire to destroy the beautiful world.

Elena is no exception.

She is now integrating the Wasteland of Bones, and at the same time coveting the bright and magnificent world of the living in the distance, her mind is churning with cruel thoughts.

The rest of the high-level undead in the Bone Wasteland are no match for Elena at all.

She was just a look, a gesture, and the soul of the other party, who had just been born, sank into the illusion of the Queen of Ghosts, from the inside out, from the heart to Elena, and regarded her as the emperor.

"Come soon, the undead will break free from this place, and the waves of the undead will permeate all directions."

Elena murmured softly.

Suddenly, her eyes paused and she looked forward.

In the white light, a force that disgusted her was approaching.

The surrounding undead looked over at the same time, and the roars of disgust and hatred came one after another.

Under Elena's will, the terrifying skeleton lion slowly stood up.

The predecessor of the skeleton lion was the celestial lion summoned by the high-level caster of the eight-ring spell. After the death, these huge beasts from the beast land became the undead creature skeleton lion. The most majestic skeleton lion king is Ai. Linna's mount.

Boom boom.... The skeleton lion took his steps.

It is thirty-five meters long, and can span a distance of hundreds of meters with each vertical leap.

In a blink of an eye, Elena rode the skeleton lion king to the place where the white light occurred.

The burly paladins shrank their defenses against the attacks of the undead from all directions. The priest in the middle continued to apply healing magic to heal the wounds of the scarred paladins.

They did not expect that there are not only many undead gathered here, but all of them are powerful.

Even the most common skeleton warriors have strong bones, as hard as steel, their attack power is heavy, and their speed is fast and vigorous.

The skeleton warriors here were all powerful extraordinary warriors, not ordinary soldiers.

The Holy See team was in trouble.

"Hmm...a good material, throw it into the shadow pool, and there will be more high-level undead under my command."

Elena grinned.

Through the corpse of the paladin, a high-level death knight can be transformed, and the priest can become a dark corpse witch, adding a force to her power.

That's what makes the undead so scary.

They can turn the dead living into their own.

Under the nourishment of negative spiritual energy, the dead skeleton still has a high chance to stand up again.

If there is a protracted and continuous undead war, and the undead army cannot be eradicated in a short period of time, then they will become stronger and stronger, and they will eventually engulf the world of the living.

After fighting and retreating, resisting the attack of the undead, the Holy See team that was retreating here saw a huge skeleton lion.

The female ghost who was sitting on the head of the skeleton lion, shaking her calf, was also reflected in their eyes.

At this moment, the brows on the resolute knight's face could not help but wrinkle deeply.

"Retreat immediately, and in any case, spread the news here."

A paladin said in a deep voice.

"This can't be done, I've already taken a fancy to you, how can I let you leave?"

"Be my pet, obediently."

Elena buried deep hatred in her heart, but there was a bright and happy smile on her face.

The translucent ghost stretched out its slender fingers and aimed at the prey.

"Don't resist any more, sink into the beautiful world."

Silent ripples emanated from Elena's fingers, hitting everyone surrounded by undead in the next second.

All those who were hit were physically stiff.

The eyes that were as determined as iron became dazed and hollow after a little struggle, and the body was motionless, as if losing control and stiffening in place.

chi chi chi ........

The burly skeleton holding a sharp blade stabbed the weapon into the flesh and blood, bringing a rush of blood.

The warm blood fell on the ground, and a bright blood flower bloomed, which was incompatible with the dead gray and white of the Bone Wasteland.

"Drag these guys into the shadow pool."

Elena ordered casually.

There are undead knights with certain intelligence around them, bowing their heads and answering: "Yes."

The Paladins were not dead yet, they regained their sanity under the severe pain, and while praying in a low voice, they barely supported themselves in the surging attack.

Paladins in this state are not the opponents of the Undead Knights.

However, when several undead knights stepped forward, a mutation suddenly occurred.

A black mist burst out from the wounds of the Paladin and the priest, and in an instant it condensed into black tentacles, squeezing out from the wounds like a living thing.

The black tentacles are covered with densely overlapping eyeballs, making people shudder.

This scene made the undead pause for a while, and Elena looked puzzled.

Likewise, this sudden scene caught the believers of the God of Light by surprise.

"what is this?"

They looked horrified.

The black tentacles growing from its own body, with a strong smell of evil and ominous, are extremely chaotic.

"interesting."

Elena came back to her senses, looked at the Paladins with great interest, and waved at the same time, pausing the undead's offensive.

"Bright paladin, there are dark evils hidden in the body?"

"It seems that the Holy See of Light has also fallen, which is really interesting."

The paladins gritted their teeth and recited the dogma of the God of Light aloud, and their bodies glowed with indefinite white light.

Immediately, the black fog surged, quickly swallowing up those rays of light, and growing stronger.

On Fang Zheng's face, a pair of eyes began to turn black.

The whites of his eyes were quickly covered with black, and scarlet blood threads climbed up among them, looking terrifying.

Soon, the paladins with the aura of light on their bodies ceased to exist.

The feeling that disgusted Elena and made the undead around him frantic disappeared.

The black fog was like a living creature, rolling in place endlessly. The figures of the paladins were all in the pervasive black fog, obscuring their vision and making it difficult to see clearly. Some struggling and desperate gasps sounded in the black fog, accompanied by There was an agonizing sound of bones shattering and flesh squirming.

Elena's playful eyes turned serious and serious.

Even she, in this black mist that swelled and contracted, churning like boiling water, felt an unusual and extraordinary power, which fascinated people, made people yearn, and made people addicted to it.

"what is this?"

Elena whispered to herself, staring at the black mist without blinking.

After a while, in the blowing of a gust of overcast wind, the black mist seemed to be affected, no longer rolling like that, and began to shrink gradually.

When the last trace of black mist disappeared under the gloomy sky, what was inside revealed its true colors.

It was a completely black sculpture.

It looks like the sun, but the tentacles are its burning flames. The surface of the sun is covered with eyeballs. No matter which direction you look at, the countless eyes seem to be looking at it.

Flesh, bones, and the armor worn by the knights make up this terrifying sculpture.

Elena stared at the black sun sculpture, her eyes becoming more and more addicted.

In her eyes, the whole world disappeared at this moment, and only the black sun sculpture in her eyes remained.

The image of this sculpture has become infinitely tall in her eyes, exuding supreme power. It looks hideous and terrifying, but it has a strange, bizarre evil beauty that makes Elena unable to feel disgusted. .

All eyes were watching her, and Elena's appearance was reflected in each eyeball, and she saw countless herself.

At the same time, a low whisper sounded in Elena's ears.

"He was born in the black mist, and he is the creator of the black mist."

"He brings darkness, he brings light."

"He wrote life, he wrote death."

"................."

"He is the creator of all things, and he is the supreme sun."

The murmur wasn't any language Elena knew, but the moment she heard it, she understood its meaning.

"The Most High Sun..."

Elena murmured, repeating the murmur she heard over and over.

Under the gaze of many undead, Elena floated down from the head of the skeleton lion, and stepped on the smooth and transparent jade feet, step by step to the front of the black sun sculpture.

The Queen of Ghosts stretched out her hand and stroked the black sun sculpture extremely gently.

Fingers circled, swiping over the eyeballs, and the movements were gentle like the caress between lovers.

At the same time, under the increasingly gloomy sky, strands of black mist emerged, as if they had found their final destination, scrambling to get into Elena's body, filling the translucent ghost body, interweaving into a Flesh and bones.

It didn't take long for a woman with a complete body of flesh and blood to appear in the undead realm. Her body was spotless, clean and flawless, and it was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Judging from its appearance, it is no different from the nine-ring illusion master before his death.

Amber eyes, good face, tall body, mysterious temperament...

The only difference is Elena's eyes.

Deep in Elena's eyes was a twisted growth of hatred and resentment, completely different from the well-respected Isiah.

"The original supreme sun, your favored one, will spread the radiance of the true sun all over the land of Noah, dispel the darkness and bring light."

The black mist intertwined and turned into a black robe with a light gauze texture, covering the bumpy body.

Elena raised her head and looked up at the sky again.

Her hateful gaze seemed to pass through the heavy cloud and saw the golden sun burning silently on the sky.