Dragon Who Controls Time

This is a dark day destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

The black door suspended in the air is like a portal to hell, and the boundless death gas billows out, covering the sky and plunging the world into a shrouded domination of darkness.

Wherever the breath of the power of death passes, the river dries up, the flowers and plants wither.

Even the mountains were dying step by step, and the heavy rocks slowly turned into gray-white dust.

Accompanied by these scenes, there is a boundless army like a black ocean.

Liches, skeletons, walking dead, burning skulls, gargoyles, undead dragons... Countless undead are the most numerous warriors in this legion, but there are also human spellcasters Orcs, orcs, and even creatures such as elves.

These are the believers of the Lord of the End of All Things.

Among them, there are more than a dozen demigod-level beings. As the leaders of the death army, they directly obey the god of death.

This walking corpse king is not vain, his army is enough to destroy both the Netheril Empire and the magic sunflower field at the same time. Whether it is high-end combat power or comprehensive strength, the Death Legion far exceeds the power of this main material world.

Moreover, these are definitely not all the combat power in the kingdom of death, they are only a part.

More than that.

Fehling's ground began to tremble everywhere.

Especially in cemeteries, barren hills and other places.

There seemed to be some creature struggling to move under the soil. After a while, the soil layer was finally broken open, revealing a rotten body with only skeletons.

The deceased returned from the kingdom of death, and in countless horrified eyes, they silently burst into the land of Nether, and merged into the army of the dead, a steady stream.

"It's finally started."

"This real war."

In the quiet canyon, the silver dragon raised its head and looked at the place where the boundless power of death condensed, the portals lying across the sky, with narrowed eyes.

Faerun at this time is somewhat similar to the main timeline of the Dragon and Elf War Zone.

The army of the gods has a precise target and a large scale. Generally, they will not attack ordinary people, but they will not control the power of the aftermath that they unintentionally radiate. If they are affected, they can only consider themselves unlucky.

Unless you want to try and get revenge on a god, what else can you do but consider yourself unlucky?

The canyons of Galleon were also eroded by the force of death.

The canyon with beautiful scenery and fragrant birds and flowers was also shrouded in the breath of death. At this time, many scenery were decaying and dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the Lord of the End of All Things releasing supernatural powers to influence the environment, turning the environment of Faerûn into a home ground suitable for his death army to play.

The great power of the gods is difficult to exert in the main material world.

But that doesn't mean it can't be shown at all.

When a god, a powerful god, is determined to destroy a power in the main material world, his anger will make the whole world tremble.

"Teacher, he is indeed the master of the end of all things."

Karthus, who was also in the canyon, came to Garen and said in a low voice.

"This deity led the Felyn to fight against Nether."

"His hands are stained with the dripping blood of my Netherese arcanist."

During the speech, Karthus's tone was very calm, but Garen could see that there was a flame burning in his eyes, it was the flame of anger, the anger of the Great Arcanist towards the gods.

"Then try to make him pay for it."

The silver dragon lowered its eyes and looked at Karthus.

"Karthus, my proud disciple, are you ready?"

Karthus nodded solemnly.

"I have full confidence in successfully performing the Ascension Technique."

"Now I'm just waiting for the Lord of the End of All Things to be distracted, and I'll make Him pay a painful price for it."

He said it word for word.

Jia Long nodded slightly, and at the same time, his huge body stood up, his dragon wings slowly unfolded, and he smiled slightly: "I have been silent for a long time, and now it is time to move my muscles and bones."

talking room.

The magic nets all over Faerûn trembled violently.

The boundless riot of elemental energy swept all over the place like the tides of the sea, dispelling the constant force of death, and the sky covered by darkness regained its brightness.

Other than that.

The Arcanist of Netheria, and the Felyn Kwai of the Field of Mushrooms.

At the same time, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my connection with the magic net seemed to have become deeper, and I could mobilize more elemental energy, making spells easier to cast, and gaining more powerful power than before.

However, the four portals that are guarded by the existence of demigods and connect to the kingdom of death are still towering.

At the same time, the magically formed portal unfolded again.

Naga, murlocs, orcs, elves, humans... The caster army of various races came out of it and came directly to the border of Netherland, silently guarding it.

From the [Heart of Spell], the army of the kingdom of Mythril came.

Every soldier here is a spell caster, facing away from the army of death across the sky and the earth.

The oracle of the goddess of magic came at the same time, indicating that he would not ignore the unreasonable persecution of the Lord of the End of All Things against the Arcanist and the Fei Lin Mokui. These two races have their own people and believers.

Called by the goddess of magic, many Fei Lin magic kwai and arcanists rushed to the battlefield and stood on the side of the spell legion.

During this period, the Arcanists were surprised to find that some spellcasters who had left their names in Faerûn's history but disappeared suddenly appeared in the Legion of Spells. It turned out that they were absorbed into the kingdom of the goddess of magic.

at the same time.

The gray wastes of one of the Outer Planes.

The realm of the god of death, also known as the underworld, is located on this plane.

In the depths of the fortress built by the accumulation of countless skeletons.

Sitting on the wailing, the god of death on the treasures carried by the skulls of various creatures opened his indifferent and narrow eyes.

This deity has dark eyes with no variegation.

Facing Him is like facing the ultimate fear, the fear of the end of death.

His eyes reflected the death of all things in the world.

There is a phantom-like cloak behind him. The windless automatic cloak hides most of his body. Only the pair of dark eyes can be seen. One of his palms is pressed against the thick roster, and the other hand. Holding a quill pen with low-hanging ink, as if writing something.

"Misril, are you going to be my enemy for a mortal empire?"

In the Skeleton Fortress, the Lord of the End of Everything was chilling, but the voice of joy and anger sounded like a self-talk, echoing, and spreading far away.

"Hehe, you said that the Arcanist is your people?"

"When did a group of Arcanists who are arrogant and do not fear gods become your people?"

The Lord of the End of All Things seems to have responded.

He sat on the Skull Throne, raised one hand, propped his head diagonally, and continued to speak in an icy cold tone.

"So, anyway, you're going to help them defend against the end of death?"

The Lord of the End of All Things stood up slowly.

His gaze was like electricity, penetrating through endless space and planes, as if he had come directly to the heart of the incantation, and looked at the dazzling magic goddess.

"Very well, Misrel."

"Now let me try after so many years, has your magic gone any further?"

With that said, the body of the Lord of the End of All Things disappeared from the underworld.

God is basically invincible in his own kingdom of God.

But God is never afraid to leave the kingdom of God. After all, they are never prisoners in the kingdom of God, but gods aloof.

The Lord of the End of All Things and the Goddess of Magic left the kingdom of God at the same time.

In the next instant, these two powerful divine powers appeared in a boundless silver field, the star realm.

The power of death that can bring all things to the end of death, as well as the omnipotent endless magic erupted here, and the native residents of the astral world are very skilled on the floating islands, trying their best to avoid the aftermath of the battle of the gods.

This is so, every time a god fights in the astral world, it will cause irreparable wounds to the inhabitants of this world.

But astral inhabitants are used to it.

Because of the particularity of this plane, both good and evil gods like to fight here and release their boundless might.

In the astral world, the battle of the gods begins.

At the same time when the gods went to war, the death army belonging to the end of all things and the spell army belonging to the goddess of magic both received oracles.

Faerun Continent, the main material world that caused the battle of two powerful gods, ignited the war again, only slightly weaker than the war between the Unther Empire and the orc gods. It can be said to be the second largest war in the history of this world. The fire rises and ignites.

Portals based on the four kingdoms of death.

The entire battlefield was divided into four main theaters, and the Legion of Death and the Legion of Spells began to fight for their gods.

Netherland, Dawn Mountains.

Above this mountain range, there is a portal leading to the kingdom of death, which is sending a steady stream of troops to the world of Faerun.

At the same time, a troop of the Spell Legion came together with many Great Arcanists and Fei Lin Mo Kui.

High in the sky, the floating city carrying arcanists swept among the floating clouds under the impetus of magic, there were spellcaster soldiers from the Spell Legion in mid-air, and the surface and the ground were the combined army of Fei Lin Mo Kui.

In this war zone, there are four demigods in the Legion of the Dead.

A death knight, a necromancer, an undead dragon, a death wolf.

The strongest among the demigods is the undead dragon.

An undead dragon without a body can avoid all physical attacks, and is naturally immune to elemental energy damage below the legendary level. Coupled with the powerful demigod power, it can gallop across the vast battlefield.

There are also demigods among the casters from the Heart of Spells, entangled with the demigods of the Legion of the Dead.

At the same time, the sea of ​​undead surged, scrambling with the Legion of Spells, Arcanists, and Felyns.

boom!

As if the light of dawn bloomed on the horizon, the endless rays of light instantly wiped out tens of thousands of undead creatures, leaving a vacuum on the surface.

A tenth-level spell, Sunburst.

The first great arcanist who developed this spell, once blew up a floating city and killed himself.

A great arcanist who lives high in the floating city exhaled a breath and began to recite the incantation silently again, mobilizing the power of the magic net to construct spells.

With the support of the goddess of magic, the great arcanist felt the magic web more active than ever.

Such an environment is very suitable for casting spells.

Dozens of floating cities surround the Dawn Mountains, and spells from arcanists descend from the sky, powerfully smashing undead creatures one after another.

Fire, ice, sound waves, gravity, space... Everything that makes up the world is the weapon of the Arcanist.

The soldiers of the Spell Legion are also spellcasters.

Along with the Arcanists, endless spells flow from the hands of the casters.

The chanting of the incantation overwhelmed the roar of the undead creatures, and the elemental aura as bright as the scorching sun can blind the eyes of ordinary people.

Spell Legion and Arcanist both performed well.

The world of Faerun has the existence of magic nets. After all, it is the home ground of the goddess of magic and spellcasters. The death army is fighting here and is falling behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the performance of Fei Lin Mokui, who also participated in the war, was a bit poor.

The core of their ability is to absorb magic, which is extremely aimed at the caster, and is not so effective against other existences.

However, only a small part of the soldiers in the Death Legion were spellcasters, which resulted in the inability to fully utilize the abilities of Fei Lin Mo Kui, and the casualties were very heavy for a while.

Then, at the advice of the Spell Legion leaders and the Grand Arcanists.

The Felin Devils reluctantly left the field, leaving the battlefield to the casters and undead creatures.

Time passed quietly.

The spell of the caster smashed the earth, tore the sky, and most of the dead army like the black ocean was turned into powder, and the casters only paid a small percentage of casualties.

However.

Just when the casters thought they had won an easy victory, they were going to close the portal.

The gray-black power of death was like a hurricane passing through, passing an undead creature whose name was turned into dust.

A scene that made the casters look solemn happened.

The broken corpses were reorganized, the flesh and blood all over the ground returned, and the death army that was destroyed under their spells was reborn, but the power of death permeating the surrounding land was dimmed a bit, but because of the existence of the portal, as time passed. Elapsed is rapidly recovering.

The frontal combat effectiveness of the Death Legion is not strong.

However, under the blessing of the mighty power of the end of all things, they can be reborn almost infinite times and return from the kingdom of death.

As for the creatures who died under the wheels of the Legion of the Dead, they also became their soldiers.

If there is no way to quickly destroy all the death legions, then in the long run, the death legion will become stronger and stronger, and the forces that oppose them will gradually weaken until they lose all the strength to resist.

At this time, some dead spellcasters have stood up, joined the death army, and confronted their former comrades with swords.

The legion of the Lord of the End of All Things, relying on the rather rogue death power, is second to none in the army of all the gods.

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The epidemic has been closed for more than a month, and today it will be lifted for one day.

The author can't sit still and wants to go out to play, so I will write less today and make up for it tomorrow.