Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

On the desolate battlefield.

The huge body of the prison-suppressing dragon hovered above the cracked sky.

The softer vertical pupils stared at the mosquito-sized black-skinned elf in front of him.

"I remember, your investment."

The prison-suppressing dragon tried his best to recall everything back then, and then said: "The master has already paid in full before the war begins."

"So, why are you here?"

For some reason, the tone of the Prison Suppressing Demon Dragon was not friendly, full of interrogation.

It's as if this big guy knows that the apostle's coming here is not good.

But instead of being angry, the black-skinned elf apologized: "I promised Sequence One to help him meet the legion commander."

A rattling sound came from the mouth of the prison-suppressing dragon.

The Prison Suppressing Demon Dragon gritted his teeth and said sharply, "What are you meeting for?"

This time, the tone was full of affirmation and anger.

"I shouldn't have told you." The black-skinned elf shook his head with a wry smile. After a long silence, he said slowly, "See him."

After another long silence, the black-skinned elf sighed heavily: "Persuade him to rest in peace."

Roar! ! !

The prison-suppressing dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth, and the stench of flesh-destroying black breath rushed towards the black-skinned elf.

Instead of dodging or dodging, the latter took the initiative to remove the protective equipment on his body.

He knew that this tone was just a demonstration and an expression of anger by the prison-suppressing dragon, so he took the initiative to bear it.

The tone enough to make the gold level die at the touch of a torrential rain hit the black skin elf's naked skin, and some skin even began to emit black smoke under the erosion of the tone.

Seeing this, the prison-suppressing magic dragon closed its mouth and stopped the demonstration.

"Rest in peace is equal to death!"

"So when you met, the translation is, I'm here to persuade you to die???"

The voice of the prison-suppressing dragon was full of anger: "Why?"

The black-skinned elf said bitterly: "Not only because of my promise to Sequence One, but also the best destination for the legion leader!"

Looking at the silent prison-suppressing dragon, the black-skinned elf gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you want to watch the leader of the army suffer like a living dead???"

"You have fought the good fight!"

"You have finished the way you should go!"

"You have kept the way to keep!"

"Time to get some sleep!!!"

The black-skinned elf put on the previous equipment again, and his voice became a little angry.

The prison-suppressing dragon seemed a little hesitant, and Shu Tong began to relax slowly.

After a long time, the prison-suppressing magic dragon just said: "Before the departure, the master said to stay here for fifteen days."

"No retreat"

"No help."

"Stop all enemies trying to cross the line of defense, and hold on for fifteen days." The prison-suppressing dragon shook his head: "It's not time to rest yet."

The black-skinned elf looked sad, and said in a mournful voice, "Thousands of years!"

"You have stopped it for thousands of years!"

"The task has been completed!"

But the prison-suppressing dragon still just shook his head and said: "The master's order is supreme, no one can cross the line of defense guarded by the prison-suppressing army!"

The black-skinned elf looked at the stubborn prison-suppressing dragon, lowered his head and sighed heavily: "Hey!"

"In that case, don't blame me."

The black-skinned elf suddenly raised his head, and said loudly in a strange tone that seemed to be chant: "Soul Eater, I order you to immediately transform into an armed posture!"

"You!" The prison-suppressing dragon's vertical eyes were full of shock, and he roared with anger and surprise: "How do you know my real name?"

The words are not finished.

A burst of dark energy fluctuations emanated from the huge figure of the prison-suppressing dragon, like a frightening black smoke.

The originally huge dragon instantly turned into a black air that covered the sky and the sun.

In the black air, a sword that suddenly appeared began to emit a faint dark light, as if it was the core of the huge black air group.

The surrounding black mist gradually spread and compressed, distorting the sword body, as if invisible hands were shaping its shape.

Gradually, from the hilt to the tip, a heavy and exquisite magic sword was quietly produced.

As the transformation progressed, the traces of the magic dragon on the sword gradually emerged.

The hilt gradually became intricate, like the tail of a coiled dragon, and the texture contained endless dark power.

On both sides of the hilt, there are respectively inlaid a jewel that sparkles with thunder and a gem that sparkles with hellfire.

A series of jagged grooves appeared on the blade, as if the sharp teeth of the dragon were slicing across the blade, injecting the power of the dragon's fangs into the sword.

There is a tyrannical and evil atmosphere in these grooves, which is faintly visible in the light, in stark contrast to the thunder and flame light emitted by the hilt gem.

On the subtle lines, the pattern of the scales of the dragon is shining, like an engraved mark, engraved on the sword body forever.

Starting from the edge of the sword, an extremely sharp blade winds up, with patterns of dragon scales on the blade.

These blade scales are white and cold, like the skin of a prison-suppressing dragon, giving people a feeling of killing.

The sword of Demon Sword is also covered with ferocious lines, which reminds people of the devilish face and ferocious teeth.

Finally, at the climax of the transformation, the sword body completely got rid of the appearance of the sword, and became a magic sword like a dark dragon.

It is suspended in the air, shining with evil light, and the blade is extremely sharp, exuding the power to destroy everything.

The traces of the magic dragon still exist, allowing people to recognize the terrifying nature of this magic sword at a glance.

On the desolate battlefield, the breath of death permeates, and countless corpses are scattered on the ground. The desolate scene makes people feel chills.

The magic sword hangs high in the air, filled with black air, as if it wants to tear apart all enemies who dare to invade at any time.

The black-skinned elf stepped forward, holding the magic sword with one hand, and waved it lightly,

When the magic sword is swung, a dark energy flow is released instantly, like the roar of the prison-suppressing dragon echoing in the air.

The blade cut through the air, making a sharp and terrifying whistling sound, as if the coercion exerted by the prison-suppressing dragon was condensed in it.

With a random swing, the messy ground split apart with a rumbling sound, turning into a grand canyon.

In the canyon, a huge crystal coffin suddenly appeared on the original battlefield, above the canyon at this moment.

The appearance of the crystal coffin is like a strange flash of lightning, which is particularly conspicuous in this broken world.

It shines like a transparent palace, shining with mysterious and solemn light.

The whole coffin is made of pure crystal, emitting a mysterious energy fluctuation.

Its appearance is extremely spectacular, as high as several feet, showing exquisitely carved patterns, and the delicate lines outline a natural charm.

Every corner of the coffin shines with soft light, making the whole scene reappear in the world like a fairyland in myths and legends.

The black-skinned elf slowly floated to the front of the coffin, raised his hand and inserted the magic sword into a groove on the coffin.

boom! ! !

Huge energy fluctuations of black energy shot straight into the sky from the blade!

The originally dilapidated sky became even more dilapidated because of this.

As the black air filled the air, the patterns on the crystal coffin gradually lit up one by one.

The coffin also opened slowly, revealing a man inside.

His body was tightly wrapped in a layer of scales, the scales shone with metallic luster, and the various colors intertwined together, forming a beautiful and majestic scene.

The man lay in the coffin, as if he had been asleep for thousands of years, quietly exuding an unparalleled power.

And his appearance makes people think of the figure of the prison-suppressing dragon.

His face is sharp and well-defined, and every part seems to be inlaid with the power of a demon.

His facial skin showed a pale and smooth texture, revealing a breath different from ordinary people.

The slender hair seemed to change with the changing color of the scales surrounding his body, from deep black to fiery red to the icy hue of azure blue, each color exuding a mysterious light.

The man's hands placed together on his belly were inlaid with sharp dragon claws, which looked even more gorgeous and domineering under the blue light.

This man is like the incarnation of the prison-suppressing dragon. His existence is full of evil aura, and he seems to carry the power of destroying the world.

However, his face revealed a kind of deep and sad, as if he was burdened with endless loneliness and pain.

The moment the crystal coffin broke the seal and appeared, the entire battlefield seemed to be silent.

The lingering sounds of various colors around gradually dissipated, the corpses on the battlefield turned into fly ash, and the storm gradually subsided.

However, the atmosphere on the battlefield is still heavy and oppressive, as if it indicates that something is coming.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and the piercing eyes were shining with profound wisdom and fighting spirit.

However, some of its vertical pupils are more conspicuous and unique.

The man sat up slowly, and the surface of the crystal coffin trembled slightly as he got up.

He stretched out his scaly fingers and gently touched the edge of the coffin, as if he was feeling the cruelty and death of the battlefield, and seemed to be comforting the coffin.

The man stood up slowly, his figure was tall and majestic, surrounding his body like scales, exuding a palpitating power.

He looked around, his eyes flashed like flames, as if he was going to burn the entire battlefield.

"Long time no see, Commander of the Prison Suppressing Army." The black-skinned elf looked at the man walking out of the coffin, and stroked his chest with one hand to show respect.

The man in the crystal coffin is called Zhen Prison.

The head of the Prison Legion.

It is also the prison-suppressing dragon.

The previous huge guy was just his weapon.

A magic sword of legendary quality, but half a myth.

The jailer didn't answer,

He stared at the distant sky, his chaotic eyes flashed with the determination and persistence to last for thousands of years.

It seems that in the distance, there are countless allies and enemies waiting for his arrival.

The man's figure flashed to the edge of the canyon, and he took steps slowly, each step triggering a faint tremor on the ground.

He stepped on the corpses on the battlefield, and the scales rubbed gently with his movements, making a low growl.

"Three apostles, one commoner, no enemies"

The man's vertical pupils flickered with disappointment, as if wondering why he was awakened.

There is no enemy, what to wake him up for?

The man was very puzzled, squatting on the ground and touching the soil eroded by blood.

Following the man's movement of grabbing the soil, the clouds in the sky began to roll, and the thunder roared like the roar of an ancient giant beast.

The storms gathered to form a huge vortex, enveloping him.

Scales suddenly appeared on his skin, like the armor of a god bursting out with dazzling light.

far away.

Qi Lin stood with the two apostles, looking at the man squatting down on the edge of the canyon to grab the soil and observe carefully.

Qi Lin couldn't hear what the black skin elf said to the dragon.

He only saw that the originally big guy suddenly turned into a sword? ? ?

Then the black-skinned elf held the sword and waved it lightly towards the ground, and the Grand Canyon appeared?

There is also a crystal coffin, and there is a man in the coffin.

This man is still awake!

Qi Lin thought that the previous Demon Dragon was the head of the legion.

But now, the original 'legion commander' has turned into a sword. '

Perhaps because he understood why Qi Lin raised his eyebrows, the man with broad sword walked up to Qi Lin, tilted his head and said in a low voice, "I'll give you a small deal that belongs to both of us, information, and the materials you need for the Throne of Bones as soon as possible." It will be better when it is collected."

"Huh?" Qi Lin frowned, turned his head to look at the big man with a broad sword who wanted to stick to it, and moved his body quietly to the side.

The broad sword man didn't care about Qi Lin's actions, but took another step forward, wishing he could lie next to Qi Lin's ear and whisper: "The man who escaped from the crystal coffin is the commander of the Prison Suppressing Army."

"He is a demon seed, a prison-suppressing demon dragon."

"was contracted as a pet by...someone."

That man is a demon? ? ? ?

Can contract such a strong pet?

who's that person?

While Qi Lin was thinking about it, the broad sword man continued to whisper: "And the huge prison-suppressing dragon you saw earlier is the thing that gives you the power of the dragon. It is actually the weapon of the commander of the army, a magic sword. .”

"The magic sword is named "Soul Eater", and it is only half a step away from being a mythical weapon."

"One step closer to the god level!" The voice of the broad sword man was full of regret and longing: "Unfortunately, due to some constraints, that magic sword will never become a god level."

"That sword has the ability to devour the enemy's soul, and then transform the soul into a combat soul and re-implement combat."

"The ones you saw earlier, whether they are human fighters or monsters, are all fighting spirits."

"In addition, that sword can also be transformed into the form of a prison-suppressing dragon, because the magic sword is inlaid with a thunder heart, and that thunder heart is to turn the legendary magic sword into a half-step myth. It is the root of being able to transform into a dragon."

"Of course, the heart of thunder is just the root cause. There are also other factors, such as the cause of the legion commander himself."

"Only with the heart of thunder, can he use the heart of thunder to endow the magic sword with the power of his own demon-seed avatar, so that it can produce an increase and change characteristic similar to god-level soul armament."

"That is to say, the magic sword can be transformed into the appearance of his prison-suppressing dragon, and at the same time has independent consciousness, you can call it a weapon spirit."

The eloquent words of the broad sword man are full of envy and longing.

This made Qi Lin, who has never understood the difference in weapon quality, subconsciously ask: "I see that the broad sword on your back became so big when it blocked the road before. Is it your ability or the sword itself? "

Hearing the words, the broadsword man was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at Qi Lin like a clown, stretched out his hand to touch the lover-like broadsword behind him, and said sweetly to himself: "This is a legendary broadsword, of course it is The sword itself!"

The broad sword man looked at the pensive Qi Lin and suddenly his tone became extremely mysterious.

He glanced at the blue-robed woman who was looking at the legion commander and meditating, and leaned closer to Qi Lin, and whispered: "When I was in the beginning of the catastrophe, I came across a city that was not protected by fog. Take an apprentice."

"At that time, she had already been favored by a certain apostle and accepted as an apprentice, following him to learn equipment manufacturing."

"She said at that time that the lord apostle told her that there was a danger that would come to her, so she asked other apostles to learn some combat skills."

"You just met me, but after a long time you will understand that I am a person who is eager for justice!"

"That's why I can't bear to bully men and women, so I taught her awesome skills!"

The big man with broad sword winked at Qi Lin with a smile that you know.

"Don't underestimate our professor, the name I taught her is Yun Swordsmanship, which is a very powerful lethal skill."

The man with broad sword proudly said: "As long as the danger dares to find her, she will definitely slash him!"

"Back to our deal."

The broad sword man looked at Qi Lin who was thinking, rubbed his hands together and said with a smile: "That number, isn't the three of us one for each of us?"

"Yeah." Qi Lin nodded. The condition for the apostle to bring him here to obtain the Heart of Thunder was the numbers of the three legions.

"Didn't we designate a legion? So...hehehe." The broad sword man smiled embarrassedly: "I want a legion stronger than both of them!"

Qi Lin was at a loss, not understanding what was going on.

Before he could think about it, the broad sword man said again: "As a reward, as for the little apprentice I just said, I taught her Yunjian and left in a hurry after I taught her. I just said that next time Think about it again."

"Don't you need a lot of magic armor?" The broadsword man laughed.

"She and his brother are good at equipment manufacturing. I think it will be difficult for you to find a more suitable equipment manufacturer in the whole world."

"So." Qi Lin thoughtfully: "You want to transfer the favor of teaching her swordsmanship to me, and then, the price is that when I give you the legion number in the future, I will give you someone who is stronger than both of them." Legion number?"

"That's what it means!" The broad-sworded man raised his thumbs up with a look on his face that you are so smart.

"No problem, how can I contact her? Is there a code?" Qi Lin asked.

"She is in Longquan, where there is a city where humans and demons coexist harmoniously. When you arrive in that city, you will know it naturally."