"I pronounced a sentence on you in the name of "death judge", "winged priest" and "morning mist"! Son of the unclean evil god! Azakaron orders you to repay the life that will never die, contrary to common sense! "

It's another magic trick.

The most commonly used magical technique from the Dragon of Death, as those who hate evil immortals, they have the right to deprive them of this life.

In the past, many independent races died under this magical technique of the Dragon of Death.

But Rope is not an independent race.

Azakaron's glory has long since disappeared without a trace.

In the gray mist, the skin of the black-haired youth continued to decay, and was immediately reborn. Alice's magical magic can't invade the rigorous soul protected by the divine power at all.

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

In this way, Luo Pei walked to the front of the Dragon of Death, looking down at the dragon that was clearly countless times larger than him.

"Do you know how much trouble I have encountered and how long I have been preparing for today? It turns out that when I reach the "Final BOSS", it is at this level? The long life has only this little divinity and divine power, and your weakness is like laughing at my hard work. "

The divine art was fruitless, and Alice suddenly opened her mouth, trying to squirt out the divine dragon's breath that had been prepared.

As a result, the tentacles turned from the right hand of the black-haired youth, as expected, completely sealed the dragon's head, causing her to hold back and almost burned her throat.

"No... let you succeed!"

The dead dragon struggled.

"The deaths that I have stored over the years, although unfortunately cannot be used on the arrival of His Majesty Azakaron, but...if I can bring you, it will be considered as my wish!"

She desperately drove her front paws, as well as wings shattered by frost, and enveloped little Rope.

Divine power is burning.

Death is galloping.

Like a nuclear bomb about to be activated, Luo Pei could clearly feel the dragon's smashing force. Once "detonated", let alone cities, even countries, and even the earth are likely to be dug into a big hole.

But the black-haired youth just sighed and shook his head.

"That's it... the result is good."

The black tentacles shrank, and the next moment Rope's impurity-free voice resounded in the soul of the dead dragon.

"Chaos. Great pollution."

Once one of the highest three-pillar gods, "Chaos" Nyarlatotepu used this magical technique to bring down the "Lord of the Dead" Azakaron.

Although Rope and Nyalathotepu's difference of tens of thousands of miles is not as powerful as Nyalathotep's use, it is definitely more than enough for him to pollute a weak demigod dragon. .

-Chaos, invaded the dragon's soul.

Hazy thinking is a precursor to madness.

Even if you can't control what you think in your heart, how can you control divine power and death?

In an instant, Alice was forcibly "extinguished".

The dragon's struggle gradually weakened, and in the end it lay on the ground like a corpse, no longer moving.

Her gray scales are dyed black, and the disorder of "death" inside is manifested on the outside. It is clearly the priest of death who rules "death", but it can be seen to change between "aging", "rotten" and "vitality" with the naked eye.

The dragon is broken.

Rope retracted his deformed hand, facing the enemy who would end his life before long, he was not very happy.

It's too weak, and the other is that the "death" stored in the dragon's body is simply pitiful.

Is this really the result of absorbing the "death" of this world for at least hundreds of years?

No, wait...

The intelligence given by Ith... the resistance in the "death pulse"...

Rope condensed his randomness after winning, and he seemed to realize something.

But thinking had just been on the right path, and the next moment, an electric shock alarm made him turn his head behind him in an instant.

The old man was there in the gray, exhausted mist.

It is only because of the curved back that it is an "old man", and the exact age cannot be judged.

Because it looks like a snake.

The pale blue scales resemble human hands and feet, much like the family members created by "Father of Snake" Yigo, but with a "second pair" of eyes that are different from "Snake Man".

The majestic "death" just standing can create a sense of oppression, the instinctive resistance to death in the depths of the soul.

Rope twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It turned out to be like this... "Final BOSS" has a second stage..."

This is the dead priest who really presides over the "ritual."

Chapter 102 Leader of the Order, "Death of Madness" Sman

Ancient snake man.

Although this race is very similar to the evil family "snake man" created by "Father of Snake" Yigo in terms of name and appearance, but in terms of essence, they are two completely different existences.

They are more sensible and gentler than the similar snake-man, and their need for taboo knowledge is also very indifferent.

Because most of the capable and outstanding people in the clan are the priests of the death of Azakaron, the "Lord of the Dead", the ancient snake people often preside over the requiem rituals after the death of creatures. They are very popular among the order creatures in the multiverse.

But until Azakaron's fall and degenerated into the stillborn of the five gods, their evaluations immediately became even lower than the "snake men".

Even if the snake man craves for taboos crazily, he will not commit the evil deeds of slaughtering a world and burying all lives.

But the gentle and kind ancient snake man had just made it.

Pious belief is the original sin that induces the abyss in the heart. The ancient snakes cannot accept the fall and leave of Azakaron. They were the first poor creatures to deviate from the way of orderly death, and finally the entire group was buried in the dust of history by the ancient **** "Lord of Space" Vovados.

If there is nothing wrong with this information, how many years has the ancient snake man in front of him lived...

Rope, who is not good at broken history, cannot calculate.

He only knew that if he could survive the purge of an ancient god, the ancient snake man in front of him was definitely not a general-at least different from the big reptile lying on the ground.

The gray mist dissipated, and the ancient snake man began to speak unintelligible words.