Chapter 513: The Death of a Legend (Subscribe)

A hundred miles away,

Southeast of Flower Territory, Mark Village, a remote place.

This is a relatively large village with hundreds of households and about four to five hundred people, young and old, who have been farming the land for the Raymond family for generations.

With Mark Village as the center, thousands of acres of fertile land are cultivated by them, and most of the grain harvested each year has to be handed over to the lord and the church.

They are just cultivators of the land, not owners, but that is not necessarily a bad thing.

Because the Raymond family still cares a lot about the people's hearts and reputation, even if they exploit people, they will not be too cruel.

Moreover, in years of disaster, taxes would be reduced or exempted to provide relief to the victims.

Therefore, they lived a poor and comfortable life. Even if the Flower Territory vigorously developed the magic industry, it did not seem to have much impact on them.

It’s still work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise!

Such days lasted for dozens or even hundreds of years, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would have continued for dozens or even hundreds of years more.

Unexpected events always come unexpectedly.

It was late at night and the people had all fallen asleep. Not a single light was on in the entire village. Only the light of the stars and the moon shone through, making it seem quiet and peaceful.

But since when, complex magic patterns in six locations outside the village have been triggered and lit up one after another.

The magical glimmer flickered, carrying elemental fluctuations, spreading into the distance and connecting with each other.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see a hexagram formation taking shape, covering the entire village.

Then, in six locations, in the darkness and shadows, rustling sounds were heard, and finally twisted shadow creatures crawled out.

They infiltrated houses, entered bedrooms, bound sleeping citizens, and then suddenly tightened.

The pain came so suddenly that the subjects were awakened one by one, but they could not make any sound because the slippery shadow tentacles had covered their mouths.

They couldn't struggle because their entire bodies were bound by shadow tentacles.

Some of them had their necks broken, after all, this is the thinnest and most deadly part. Although their eyeballs bulged and their faces were blue and purple, they died miserably.

But this is the quickest way to die.

Most young and strong people will clearly feel their skin and flesh being torn, muscles breaking, and bones shattering.

The whole body will be squeezed into pieces, and the pain and despair before death will torture everyone's soul.

On a level unbeknownst to mortals, these souls are twisted by pain and despair, and sealed within their skulls.

These shadow monsters would cut off their heads, dig open their chests, and remove their hearts.

They started from the outskirts of the village and moved in little by little, sweeping through and harvesting everyone's lives.

No one was left behind, young or old, male or female.

However, when the killing reached a certain house, it finally alarmed the owner.

He was a warrior who was missing an arm. His left arm was severed at the root, which greatly reduced his fighting power.

However, this does not deny his strength.

His broad chest, strong muscles, and wiry arms all showed that he was once a powerful warrior.

This is indeed the case. As a warrior, he once fought for the Raymond family, but was forced to retire because of his disability.

However, nowadays, Xianhualing also has complete arrangements for retired soldiers. They receive a good allowance every month, so living is not a problem.

Moreover, they will be re-employed by the lord's mansion and come to this village to focus on physical training and teaching basic combat skills.

In fact, there is also a magic apprentice who specializes in literacy, arithmetic teaching and basic meditation methods.

However, due to the scarcity of wizard apprentices, he is not a permanent resident, but rotates every three months, visiting four villages every year.

This is the current education system in Flower Territory.

After studying for a period of time and passing the exam, you can enter a higher level school.

This has already radiated to as many people as possible.

Back to the topic, the one-armed warrior still had the alertness of a warrior, and he woke up from his sleep when the shadow creature entered the room.

The sharp sword has no effect on the shadow creatures, but the lit candles make the shadow creatures afraid.

He made up his mind and set his house on fire.

The raging flames scared away many shadow creatures, and the loud noise woke up many people, but even if they gathered together, they could not stop the killing.

When the houses here were burned down, even if they fought desperately, it would still be of little use.

The one-armed warrior was the last to die. His face was full of resentment, but his head was still cut off, his chest was opened, and his heart was dug out.

The killing did not last long, no more than half an hour, and then it returned to calm.

In the center of the village, in a square, a large pit was dug and filled with hearts. The hot blood squeezed out of the hearts turned into a pool of blood.

Surrounding the pool of blood is an extremely complicated magic circle, with heads placed in specific positions.

Looking at the shadow creatures again, they gathered together to form a human shape.

There seemed to be countless rustling sounds, turning into whispering dark curses.

Countless shadow creatures fell to the ground, wailing, and their heads opened their mouths, and twisted souls like black smoke rushed out, flying between heaven and earth.

At the end of the spell, all these twisted souls were thrown into the altar, and a pool of blood began to boil. A naked figure tore through the amniotic membrane and crawled out.

He was gasping for breath, as if he had been holding it in for too long, and there was still fear of death in his eyes.

Looking closely, he had no hair on his body, his skin was translucent, and you could vaguely see his internal organs beating.

However, his features were very familiar; it was none other than the legendary wizard, 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias.

He did not feel uncomfortable at all about the purgatory-like scene around him, but instead kept muttering to himself.

"Fortunately, I didn't slack off before coming here. I spent some time setting up this dark altar and resurrection formation!"

"Otherwise, I'll really be buried in this little flower."

When he said this, fear flashed in his eyes. Luo Yi's last attack was really too exaggerated.

The sacred fighting spirit, coupled with the condensed third stage flames, not to mention their true power, is the nemesis of mages like him who manipulate shadows and darkness.

He even summoned the Shadow King, but he only dared to show his head and ran faster than anyone else.

That's a sixth-rank demigod!!!

However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and the fear on his face dissipated, and was replaced by ruthlessness, coldness and murderous intent.

It is impossible for him to take action, as his professional restraint is too strong.

However, legends have their own circles, and he also has his own connections.

At this time, he was already thinking about how to cause trouble for the Flower Leader, how to trip him up, and how to take Luo Yi's life.

No matter what, he must make up for this loss!

But before his thoughts could finish, he seemed to sense something, and he suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.

As far as he could see, he seemed to see a dazzling light, with a brilliant tail flame that parted the sea of ​​clouds, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Blackfire Farin Zacharias was stunned for a moment, then screamed in horror, "No!"

He got up and wanted to escape, but his foot slipped and he fell to the ground again, with blood splattering everywhere.

But he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and fled using his hands and feet.

At this moment, the only thing he was complaining about was why the pit was dug so deep?!

But in just this short period of time, the Holy Light Spear had already pierced through the void, locked its position, and then suddenly fell down.

The magic circle of dark sacrifice obviously felt threatened, and shadows were driven up into the sky, turning into shadow shields to block the way.

But it doesn't work at all!

The spear fell into the air, and the flames burned, directly piercing through all the darkness and shadows.

boom!

With a loud bang, smoke and dust mixed with flames spread in all directions, directly igniting the dark altar.

The raging flames seemed to burn everything here to ashes.

Where the spear landed, the newly resurrected 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias was stabbed into the ground.

Countless black smoke and shadows emerged from his body and were ignited by the holy fire. The air was filled with shrill howls.

'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias was also howling.

At this moment, he had lost his human form and turned into a twisted shadow monster.

He had at least eight arms, tightly grasping the Holy Light Spear, trying to pull it out.

But the power of the Holy Flame was extremely terrifying, and it burned the arm clean.

But beneath him, countless shadows gathered and surged, filling his arms and sustaining his life.

"I don't want to die! I can't die! And I shouldn't die!"

Even now, Blackfire Farin was still struggling, twisting his body in an attempt to escape.

But at this moment, Luo Yi's voice roared in his ears!

"I, Roy Raymond, in the name of the Knights Templar, grant you death!"

"Holy Judgment, fall!"

A ray of holy light descended from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, completely enveloping the half-human, half-shadow monster.

Then, in the light, countless black smoke dissipated, and along with it, the body and soul of 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias also dissipated.

"No!"

This was his final wail, filled with despair and unwillingness, yet it was completely annihilated in the holy light.

There, only a heart still beating hard remained!

But the next second, the Holy Light Spear exploded, and bits of flames fell, landing on the heart and erasing the last trace.

At this point, the fifth-level legendary wizard, the Darkfallen, the Shadow Slave, 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias, is dead!

This is the legendary death!

At this moment, all the strong men and emperors before the magic mirror were speechless!

(End of this chapter)