Spellcasting Heavens

Soul attack?! Pollack's pupils shrank suddenly.

As the mid-level commander of the Burning Legion, he was battle-hardened and almost never feared formidable opponents, even the heroes and demigods of Azeroth who had left the Burning Legion humiliated and defeated.

But today, in the face of an attack that came directly from his soul, he felt trembling and fear from the depths of his soul.

No pain!

No blood!

There is no collision of steel and power!

Some are just a judgment!

A comparison of soul quality!

Then the strong devour the weak!

Zhang Cheng's face also became solemn, and he explained in a low voice: No, it's not all soul attacks, but also the authority from the death realm. I'm afraid that the coffin contains ordinary goods.

You mean... God? The Doomguard's tone was full of uncertainty.

As the legion fought in countless worlds, the gods he had seen had hundreds of them before they stepped forward, and their strengths were also vastly different.

The powerful ones are like the Pantheon Titans, who can easily destroy a world with every gesture, and the weak ones are even inferior to the demigods in the world of Azeroth.

The only thing that is certain is that all beings who have become gods often have extremely powerful vitality and absolute control in a certain field.

For example, Cenarius, the king of the forest,

He can wake up treants, let thorny vines restrict the movement of enemies, and even draw magic from nature to release a rain of tranquility that heals all wounds of life. It can be said that as long as there is a large forest around him, he has an invaluable power. Use your inexhaustible power.

I don't know, let's observe it for a while. Zhang Cheng shook his head noncommittally.

He didn't think that the shadow with the huge sickle would be the legendary Death God, even if it really looked like the Death God in Western folklore.

Because according to the historical process, the western classic image of death with sickle was originally born in the thirteenth tarot card, which corresponds to the astrology Pluto.

And the Tarot card was not born in the age of mythology. According to the records of the underground world, it should have been learned from somewhere in Egypt by the wandering gypsies in the Middle Ages.

This also means that it is unlikely that the classic image of the god of death is a god in the true sense. If there is no accident, it should be a kind of undead life created by powerful necromantic magic.

Just when his mind was filled with all kinds of questions, the young man in the white monk's robe suddenly raised his hands, laughed wildly and shouted to the terrified crowd around him: Hahahaha! Feel death! Embrace death. Come! Life is short! Only death is eternal! Give your life and soul! I need an army of death now!

Damn it! Kill this lunatic!

That's right! Don't be afraid! He's the only one!

kill!

...

All of a sudden, the inhabitants of the underground world who were accustomed to killing and dying took up arms and attacked this bastard who had killed hundreds of people in an instant.

Especially a middle-aged man who wears the badge of the Wizards Association, a huge magic circle quickly formed under his feet, followed by a steady stream of birds made of flames, rushing towards the target. .

moment!

The sky-high fire and explosion swept the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters!

boom! boom! boom……

Every bird hits, there will be a violent explosion and fire, just like high explosives!

However, when the dust in the air gradually dissipated, everyone was surprised to find that under such a violent explosion, the young man was completely unharmed.

To be precise, it was a shield composed of pale skeletons, which defended against the explosion and flames just now.

At this moment, he stood there with a dangerous smile still on his face, and tapped the black coffin lightly.

next second...

boom!

The thick bone shield exploded on the spot!

Countless sharp bones, like arrows from the string, crossed a graceful parabola in the sky, and then shrouded in the people who descended for hundreds of meters.

Not good! Hurry up! A woman in her thirties seemed to sense something, and immediately loudly reminded her surrounding companions.

But unfortunately, she shouted too late.

In the blink of an eye, a rain of arrows composed only of sharp bones fell from the sky, bringing pain and death.

Ah! Legs! My legs!

Fak! There's a curse on this bone!

No! I don't want to die! Help me!

...

Looking at the mourning Shura Field, the young man bent down and bowed slightly, and said in a slightly joyful tone: Hello everyone, my name is Nathan, it's a pleasure to meet you. In order to express my lofty gratitude, I It is decided to let you die happily, after all, it is very rude to wait for a long time for the guests who have come from afar.

Master? Guest? What the hell are you trying to express? The werewolf, whose abdomen was pierced by two thick leg bones, struggled and asked loudly.

I hate rude beasts! Goodbye! The young man who claimed to be Nathan didn't even look at the other party, raised his arm and made a grabbing motion.

boom!

One of the thick leg bones exploded without warning!

Tear this hapless werewolf alive to shreds!

No mercy!

No mercy!

Some are just merciless killings!

In less than ten minutes, the young man slaughtered the thousands of people who were sent with him. It was like a real-life version of Mowing Wushuang. Even a powerful wizard couldn't make a splash.

After doing all this, he quickly turned around and greeted the woods behind him: Lords from Brooklyn, the garbage has been disposed of, you can come out now.

Who are you?

With a beautiful female voice, Katherine, the witch of desire, slowly walked out of the woods.

At this moment, her eyes were full of vigilance and dread, and her pupils burst out with a terrifying purple light.

Nathan, didn't I introduce myself just now? The young man didn't seem to care about the hostility of the other party at all, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a playful expression.

You should understand that what we want is more than just a name. Kane also led people out of the woods in the other direction, encircling the terrifying enemy in a semicircle from left to right.

Oh, that's what you're referring to. The reason why I appeared in the Fragment World was on the orders of my teacher, who asked me to kill all of you, and then capture the core of the Fragment World. Oh, yes, there are some of you among you. Who is Zhang Lai? The teacher told me, it's better not to kill him first.

The young man didn't seem to see the eyes of the lords that showed strong anger and murderous intent, jumped on the coffin and looked around, trying to find an Asian face from a large group of Europeans and Americans...

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