With a soft squeak, the skeleton giants hand steadily grasped the blade of the holy sword Odysseus-missed. Bredel flashed a little surprise in his heart. His flash sword was not missed, but it was the first time that he was directly seen by the opponent. I couldnt help but admire the powerful soul of this skull, the soul element could drive the line of the law to penetrate the space to sense the location of the attacker.
Yes, Bredel has realized that it is not the sword in his hands that he perceives, but the sword holder himself. Even if the soul elements of this level have not reached the height of the power of existence, at least they have touched the country of the highest element. They are indeed the bridgekeepers of the legendary bridge of the dead, claiming to have divinity.
He did not hesitate to let go of the sword in his hand and made a move to the side-it seemed as if the huge bones had taken the Holy Sword of Odysseus. Such a movement was a stun even for Goodmode. It looked up, and the two pale phosphorous fires in the eye sockets were almost the size of a lantern, bright and dark.
Suppose it can see—then it must see an illusion mingled in the shadow, holding a sword in its hand, slowly forming in front of it. But unfortunately, the dead skeleton cannot see anything, it can only feel the existence of the soul.
Without any ripples in the soul, the phantom of Jiuyi after the wind holding Xin Na flashed away, and a sword cut off its seven ribs. The boneless king gave a scream of sorrow, and he stood upright and pulled back the anchor. The anchor swept to Bredel aside, but the latter did not see it, and punched his back with a cold face. Boom on that iron anchor.
The iron anchor buzzed and straightened the chain, flying backwards and entangled around the neck of the huge bone, and the huge inertia pulled the divine dead body out of balance and leaned backward, while the holy sword Ode clasped Fez also flew out. Bredel lifted his head and took the Holy Sword, while striding forward, following Goodmores punch once more on his broken chest.
In the sound of a series of bone fractures, the King of Dry Bones smashed almost half of his body and fell completely backwards, but Bredel quickly grasped the iron chain scattered by the anxious hands and dragged it back again and again. . In the eyes of ordinary people, the behemoths body was as light as a ragdoll in Bredel hands. It flew back, and Bredel cut it back into two sections with a backhand sword.
The shattered bones were scattered all over the floor, and the halved king of the upper and lower halves fell heavily on the ground and raised a cloud of dust. In this small and big battle, Aloz couldnt help but hesitated and looked at Bredel with bright eyes.
This is a real divine war.
Although the dead King Goodmode is not a real deity, it is at least a demigod. Dont look at it so weakly in front of Bredel , but if it is the top of the Buga people in the world, their spells will hardly hurt the divine undead.
Each punch of Bredel brings the power of space and time. It can be said that each punch tears Goodmans soul elements and the extreme plain. The power of the soul is under the absolute control of space and time. Fragile.
What is absolute power.
This is absolute power.
But Bredel didnt relax at all. He turned back and shouted, “Charle!”
“Ive found it, Lord Lord!” Charrs eyes were flashing a bright blue light at the moment, and he was filtering the cards in his destiny card library with the foreseeable future spell, and pages of cards swept in his eyes. After that, he finally found the one he wanted.
At this time, the lantern in Goodmodes hand was shining, and it was already the 78th use of this ability. As long as the light of this undead artifact shined on it, all injuries were directly restored as before.
Shire showed his spell-invalidation, destroying the target artifact or enchantment. You gain ten percent mana. The lines of the law in space light up and crack, and the lantern in Goodmodes hand suddenly fades.
The huge corpse wailed, the phosphorous fire in his eyes dissipated, and the whole body seemed to have lost its combined strength and collapsed and scattered to the ground. Charles stepped forward and kicked his huge skull, kicking the bones off the abyss.
“Fortunately, you finally found it,” Bredel wiped the holy sword Odysseus and said angrily: “Otherwise, Im afraid well be here again with 70 or 80 of this **** undead. Round, when we get back to Vaund, we just need to collect the corpses of other people. “
“Master, the filter spell is not what you want, who made your face so dark.”
“Whos black?”
Charles shrugged quickly and changed the subject: “Doesnt Finis and Manocha also have a spell to destroy the artifact?”
“We dont have the ability to filter cards!” Miss Fairy said angrily.
Tia then ran up from afar, the divine undead are immune to all worldly spells, and they have no role in this kind of battle, unless Meditis can open the enchantment-but obviously Bredel is not yet The intention is for everyone to do their best here.
The little elf girl looked at the bones scattered all over the place, and couldnt help but be a little surprised: “Its so dead, but its Goodmode?”
“Goodmode is immortal,” Meditis replied with a smile.
“Its not dead?”
Bredel walked over to pick up the lantern, and a long opening cracked on the surface of the lantern, but the opening was apparently slowly healing: “The bridgekeeper of the dead bridge, the eternal undead monarch, this is also a Curse, curse it wandering here immortal, immortality, it will not die. “
He just dropped the lantern in the dust, but Tia ran to pick it up very baby-anyway, it was an artifact.
Bredel looked up and looked at the fog in the distance, and said, “Lets go, the sleep of the dead moon may be ahead.”
“The Sleep of the Dead Moon?”
“It is the holy place of the undead, the place of eternal sleep,” Murdfeth replied hopefully. “The undead will sleep here forever, and they will never remember anything else in the world, but they will be truly in the deep sea. The rebirth of the soul, the return of the soul to the tree of the world, will finally be resurrected one day in this world. “
“The land of eternal death is the ultimate belonging of all the undead, and the place where the goddess of the Moon of the Dead, Eludnier, is located,” said Meditha.
But Bredel suddenly stopped.
New corpses appeared in the mist.
It was a canine monster the size of a hill. Everyone needed to look up to see the whole picture. It was covered with wounds. Bronze blood ran down from the wounds, but it had dried up.
Bredel could not help but jump at the color of the blood.
“What is this?” Qian asked in confusion: “Twilight Wolf, Fenrirs son-in-law?”
“Look at their blood.” The deer sorceress Yuhan reached out and got some sticky blood from that monster. The blood on her fingers showed a bright copper color, and she said, “This is Garms son-in-law. “
“Garm?”
“The doomsday dog in the poems of Cang, the vanguard of dusk,” Yilian replied, “but they are not actually the dusk race, but the bronze species.”
Bronze species.
The term trembled everyone present. Bronze species are the missing blood vessels between black iron and silver. Legend has it that they are descendants of giants and were one of the last races created by the gods.
They are the only existence in the world that can perfectly accept the authority of Tiamat and draw nutrients from the dark magic. They are a powerful and perfect family, but unfortunately they are born bloodthirsty, cruel and belligerent Created by the gods and abandoned by the gods. They rely on the Dragon of the Twilight, and betray the Dragon of the Twilight.
Its nothing more than the gods call them failed experiments, although Bredel himself doesnt like this title much.
But maybe its lucky in a sense—
It is because of the betrayal of the Bronze people that the black iron people as mortals can appear in this world.