The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated

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"boom!"

With a roar like the wrath of the sky, the death energy that turned into countless painful faces rushed out like a storm.

Wherever it goes, the atmosphere is rotten.

Wherever it went, the ground dried up.

It is like a poisonous gas that corrodes the world itself, condensing the collection of all the filth between heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying and dangerous atmosphere, and shrouded in the direction of Sheen and others.

"Danger!"

Everyone, including Thiel and Capelin, had this kind of emotion, and realized that they had no time to dodge, so they could only raise their hands subconsciously to block in front of them.

Of course, that was futile.

With the fear of death, how could it be possible to resist only with this level of resistance?

Fortunately, Sheehan made the move.

"[Payment · Dispersion]."

Sheehan dodged in front of Thiel and Capelin, protected the entire Broken Blade Knights behind him, and released the magic of dispelling magic towards the incoming death storm.

The incoming death air storm stagnated and exploded, but it did not dissipate on the spot, but turned into a chaotic jet-black air current, sweeping all around.

The airflow is like a horse, and wherever it is swept, it will dry up and dissipate like sand and dust.

The female knights of the Broken Blade Knights exclaimed again and again, only to feel a tingling in their scalps, they did not dare to touch those deadly scorpions, and hid everywhere in embarrassment.

But those soldiers and knights who stayed outside the gate of the royal hall and were not allowed to enter because of Moro's orders were miserable.

Without being able to react in time, they were caught off guard, and they were touched by the most direct contact with Death Qi.

"This... what is this...!?"

"Ahhhhh...!"

"my body...!"

"Help...!"

In an instant,

Those who were unfortunate enough to touch the dead qi practice screamed, their bodies withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they turned into mummified corpses directly, and fell to the ground, not even a drop of blood flowed. come out.

Their vitality was plundered by death energy, and it also contributed to death energy, making Moruo's death energy stronger.

"...!"

Thiel was speechless.

"hateful!"

Capelin looked at this tragic situation and became angry.

Sheehan looked at Moro coldly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Mora, who was full of dead energy, smiled instead.

Also, he laughed very happily.

"Don't look at me like that." Moruo laughed and said, "If you look at me like this, I will definitely be more excited."

Because, she likes to see the pain, anger, and hatred of people related to the hero.

Therefore, the more Xien hated himself and the more murderous he became, the more excited Mora became.

"This will make me want to kill you and make you even more desperate."

Having said that, Moro made a move, and countless dead energy turned into a storm again.

It's just that this time, the storm of death is no longer a painful face, but a variety of face expressions.

There is pain, there is mourning, there is despair, there is fear, and all kinds of human faces full of negative emotions all appear in the dead air.

Sheehan can feel that the power of this death energy is far stronger than that of the high priest.

Not only is the "quantity" of death energy much more than that of the high priest, but there is a huge difference in "quality".

"This is the magic I created based on [Terrorist]. It is a superior version of [Terrorist]. Not only is its power and effect much stronger than [Terrorist], but there are also many ways to change it. [Terrorist] is even more terrifying."

Moro's laughter resounded throughout the audience.

"Fortunately, this empire has been plagued by many disasters from ancient times to the present. I don't know how many corpses and blood are buried under this land. As long as you use necromantic magic to directly squeeze the vitality of this land, you will die. There are as many as possible, and only an idiot like the High Priest would honestly extract it one by one, accumulating thousands of years of death energy, and it is not as good as the weight I accumulated in the empire for ten years.”

Moro's words made Sean's eyes even colder.

"who are you?"

Sheehan squeezed out such a voice.

Necromancer.

The Great Spirit of Death.

And, that power as high as the extreme level.

These kinds of factors are all expressing the extraordinaryness of Mora, and telling that her origin is not simple.

Moro didn't mean to hide it.

"It's not something that can't be said now." Moro said indifferently, "Looking at your appearance, it seems that you already know the existence of the Great Spirit Body?"

The high priest was cultivating Limcho to be a great spirit body, and Moro would not be ignorant of it.

And since that base has been destroyed, it is completely conceivable that the existence of the high priest and Limcho is exposed.

Not to mention, Moro also placed a curse on the soul on the high priest.

She knew that once something happened, a guy like the high priest who was afraid of death would definitely say anything.

Therefore, she placed a curse in advance. Once she mentioned her plan and her true existence to outsiders, the curse would take effect immediately, obliterating the soul of the high priest.

But even so, some information leaks are inevitable.

Therefore, Moro no longer concealed the matter of the great spirit body.

"The eldest young master you saw is just a big spiritual body that the high priest guy has just created recently."

Moro looked directly at Sheehan and smiled sweetly.

"And I am the great spirit body first created by the high priest, an ancient existence born thousands of years ago?"

Thousands of years ago, the high priest once created a large spirit body and called it a failure.

Although the failed work has successfully reached the limit of life and reached the limit level, it has never been able to overcome the obstacles that the truth should be able to naturally overcome and become a detached existence.

"I am that failure." Moruo admitted it simply, but said in disapproval: "Of course, no matter how many great spiritual bodies she creates, in the end, all of them will become failures."

what about this?

Moro did not explain.

Moro just said so.

"I think she will call me a failure, probably not because I haven't met her requirements, but because I'm out of her control, right?" Moro said as if mocking the high priest, "She still Thinking that I didn't see through her purpose, and that she wanted to wait until I crossed the limit of my life before taking my body, I was very relieved to put me by her side and acted together for nearly a thousand years."

This gave Moro a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"She didn't expect that I not only guessed her purpose, but also had a very high affinity with necromantic magic, but I can successfully write down any necromantic magic she used in front of me after seeing it once."

"She didn't expect that I would suddenly defect ten years ago. Not only did she break away from her control, but she also controlled her in turn and asked her to do things for me."

"The curse I put on her is actually not only for the soul, but also for the magic that can remove her body as an undead creature."

"In order not to lose that undead body, the timid guy who is afraid of death can only obey me obediently."

Moro said all this with a smile.

"Of course, she will not sit still, and she is not willing to be controlled by such a failure as me, so she is eager to create a second great spirit body, and by taking the other party's body, get rid of the curse I cast. "

It is a pity that Moro clearly knew all this, but let the high priest go.

Anyway, the high priest's plan will not be completed for a while, why not squeeze out her residual value before that?

"I would also like to thank Sir Boztut for helping me remove the rubbish that should have been removed."

Moro laughed happily.

That rather beautiful smile, under the rendering of death, only a sense of horror remains.

Sheehan didn't change his face because of this.

The matter of the large spirit body surprised him, but after listening to Moro's remarks, Sheehan was more concerned about one thing.

"Then why do you hate the brave so much?"

Sheehan made such a question.

"------"

At this moment, the smile on Moro's face disappeared.

Not only did the sense of horror not decline, but instead climbed higher and higher.

Moro made a faint voice in the deadly storm.

"Do you know the country "Ereyi"? "

The sudden question made Shien startled.

"Erey?"

This is where?

Is there such a country?

Sheehan couldn't remember.

Instead, it was Thiel and Capelin, whose expressions changed abruptly when they heard Moro's words.

"You... are you from Erei?"

Capelin was shocked.

"you know?"

Sheehan turned around immediately.

It was not Capelin who answered Sheehan's question, but Thiel.

"...that was a country a thousand years ago."

Thiel spoke in a deep voice.

"Thousands of years ago, in the human world, there was a small country called Ereyi, but it was destroyed before the final battle of the three tribes of gods, humans and demons."

This sentence was immediately taken over by Moruo.

"That's right, it's a good use of this term." Moruo said sarcastically, "Because it was really destroyed in less than a day, the brave man you praised. ."

Hearing this, Thiel and Capelin did not refute.

This surprised Sean very much.

"Just kidding?"

The brave man destroyed a country?

"why?"

Sean asked subconsciously.

Moro answered.

"Because the place where Elei is located is exactly the intersection of the battle lines between the Kamito and the Demons at that time."

Moro spoke coldly.

"If that place cannot be occupied, then the demons can use a large source of magic power that existed in Ereyi at that time to cast a great ritual magic that is beneficial to the battle of the demons, so that the power of the demons on the battlefield will skyrocket. At least twice as much."

Such a terrifying grand ritual magic must naturally be stopped.

"So, the brave man took his partner and broke into Ereyi. In order to prevent the appearance of the grand ritual magic, he used the holy sword to directly cut off the source of magic power."

"The magic source of ritual magic can be applied, and it has gone berserk after that."

"Countless people of Ereyi were swallowed up by the storm of magic and cried out loudly for help, including me."

"And what about the brave?"

"He can save a lot of people, and he can even save Erei from a difficult situation."

"But he didn't."

"The demons who were destroyed by the ceremony became angry and sent troops directly, which started the prelude to the final battle."

"In order to rush back to face the demons, the great hero ignored his mess, brought his partner, patted his butt and left."

"Ereyi was destroyed just like that, not by the demons, but by the humans of the same race, and by the brave."

Moro's voice was as cold as frost.

"You mean, should I hate the brave?"