Chapter 284: Windowless Vientiane (Part 4) Windowless Vientiane
The once warm and green trees are gone, and all that remains are the sharp and irregular collapsed buildings that the elves hate the most.
A drop of blood flowed down Nimuwei's face as she looked at her people who were still fighting, and then fell to the ground silently. Finally, the drop fell on Ariana who was not far away and whose healing magic was ineffective.
"Second sister? Second sister!" The priest Morifen, who was always clean and tidy, was extremely embarrassed at this moment. He was holding his sister in his arms, and his sister's body was gradually getting cold. He lost his composure.
The monsters around him attacked, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the vines hit the vital points.
On the other side, he frantically used healing magic on his sister.
Compared to him, Ariana was obviously much calmer, as if she was not the one dying.
"Morifin." She traced her brother's tearful face, wanting to bring this face into her final memory, but she couldn't help but fall into memories, rusty memories. She had a vague idea of her sister Saloha's appearance. She didn't even get a good look at her before she left the East Continent.
Because of a quarrel and a fit of anger, she missed the last time she saw her sister in the Western Continent.
Ariana could no longer remember what they had argued about that day, just like her sister's face. She only remembered that it was the first time she saw her sister with such a shocked and hurt expression.
She didn't want to recall, she didn't want to recall anymore, how many hurtful words she had said to her sister.
"I know……"
Her voice was so weak that Morifin sniffed and had to put his ear closer to her.
"You miss... your elder sister..."
He froze.
"Survive, go... to the East Continent, see her... for me... tell her... for me..."
"sorry."
Jian'er couldn't even sense the faintest breath, and the body in his arms completely went limp.
The painful howl pounded into Nimue's ears. She blinked her red eyes and walked into the depths of the Elf King's Court without looking back.
She is different from the previous king.
No, the same.
She believed her mother, and if it were her mother, she would do the same in the current situation.
They are the kings of the elves, and they are willing to give everything for the elves.
The corpse of the mermaid floated up in the ocean, the bright red dissipated in the water, but the blood could not be dispersed. The orcs' hands drooped weakly, and the dwarves' hands skilled in forging took up the weapons they had made and returned to the earth.
The darkness in the territories of the demons and ghosts is no different from before.
The two alien races looked down at their dead compatriots, and then looked at the angry sky that they had long been accustomed to.
Well, the world might actually be ending.
However, you still have to try hard.
The little goblin desperately banged on the closed door, blood staining it, and held back his tears: "Let me out! Get out! Even if my magic power is low, I can still help!"
Sonata's chest heaved violently. She held the door with one hand and gripped the bloody sword with the other, unable to stop shaking.
On the other side of the door, the goblin's voice grew fainter: "Elder Zatalan, already... I also want to do something."
Sonata raised her eyes numbly, and all she saw was densely packed bodies. She couldn't tell who was who, or whether they were corpses or seriously injured aliens. She could only hear groans of pain.
Her gaze fell on a lifeless tiger. Beside it, the alien was standing unsteadily. Noticing her gaze, Morgana looked back and silently said, "It's not over yet."
Yeah, it’s not over yet.
She rushed out again and stood with the aliens who were still fighting.
“Pah.”
A bloody sternum fell to the ground again. Runto picked it up and carefully put it back on.
Mo Bo protected him, wary of the increasing number of monsters in front of them, and pulled him back.
At this moment, he could no longer notice how many aliens had died, nor could he pay attention to the tragic situation around him.
A friend's lazy voice came from behind him: "It's so troublesome for the world to end. Why can't it just disappear together in a snap?"
Mo Bo froze for a moment, not knowing whether it was because Runto had taken his casual words to heart, or because Runto hadn't panicked at all. He spoke anxiously, "Okay, Runto, listen to me. When I charge forward, you run back. Understand?"
The friend behind him didn't respond immediately. After a moment, Runto's voice was slightly more serious than usual: "Are you going to die?"
Mo Bo always felt that he was suddenly a little different, but now was a special period, so he didn't delve into what was wrong.
Anyway, if the world ends, everyone will die.
Before he could finish his words, Runto asked again, "But you have lived till now just to live, right?"
Mo Bo was stunned for a moment.
One of the necessary conditions to become a ghost is to have obsession.
Staying alive is his obsession.
The skeleton couldn't make any expression, but at this moment Mobo looked at Runeto in surprise.
He never told his friends what his obsession was.
Was he so obvious that even the silly Runeto could notice it?
He turned around and clearly saw a sense of seriousness in the other person's empty bones. It was so obvious that Runto never had such an emotion.
The headless man approached, blood spreading to his feet. Mo Bo ignored his friend's strangeness and said, "Hurry up, do as I say!"
Runeto didn't move.
"Mo Bo, there's something I've been hiding from you."
Mo Bo was almost speechless. What was he talking about hiding it at this time?
He reached out and pushed him: "I know, I know. It was you who secretly hid my skull last time! I know everything! Hurry up!"
"No, actually I am the Ghost King."
“…”
Ahhhhhh, Mobo is really going crazy! Come on, anyone! Drag Runto away!
The blood in the remaining light condensed into arrows, falling like rain.
"What are you joking about at this time!" Although he said that and felt disgusted, Mo Bo still stood in front of his friend at the first moment.
Although he wasn't sure how much his skeleton could block.
The little remaining magic power was gathered into defensive magic.
The next second, countless magic circles, centered on his defensive magic, rotated seamlessly, blocking all attacks.
The blood from the blood arrow did not fall to the ground, but was detected by the runes in the magic circle. The blood and runes intertwined and instantly turned into its own use. The arrow suddenly attacked the opposite side.
Mo Bo's eyes widened, even though he no longer had this ability.
"No kidding," Runeto said calmly.
He stretched, his bones creaking, and leisurely walked past Mo Bo, protecting his stunned and unresponsive friend behind him.
"I thought I could sneak back here and be an ordinary ghost for a few more years." He sighed helplessly, "Why did you choose a path with so few warriors?"
Well, Mo Bo probably thought this road would be relatively safe.
"You..." Mo Bo had just found his voice when he saw two balls of dark green magic light appear in Runeto's empty eye sockets, and an extremely cold breath emerged from the ground.
In the ruins of Simparai, wisps of magic emerged from the ground like new shoots after rain, penetrating into every dead alien.
Corpses stood up in completely twisted postures, some with flesh and blood peeling off, leaving only white bones.
Runto moved his fingertips, and the corpses suddenly moved, attacking the monsters that appeared.
Sonata, Morgana and other aliens in another direction were surprised by the sudden arrival of reinforcements.
Raising corpses as an army is a power unique to the Ghost King.
The king of the ghost tribe died in a disaster three hundred years ago, and no new king has ascended the throne since then.
A huge and chilling magic circle expanded rapidly, with the entire Simpalai ruins as its center, and bits of magic power drifted across the western continent.
The confused aliens found that their injuries were easing, and some of them were surprised. This was the magic of the Ghost King.
The king who died in the Land of Annihilation three hundred years ago was said to be the most powerful ghost king in history.
The heritage of the Ghost Clan is the most mysterious of all the races in the Western Continent and is unknown to other races. They are different from other races. Only when the old king dies completely will a new king ascend the throne.
As long as the king is not dead, they will keep waiting, waiting for the king to release the connection with each of his subjects.
Mo Bo placed his hand blankly on his empty chest, where his heart should have been, but now, it was the connection between the king and all his people.
He still didn't feel it was real, and couldn't believe that his silly good friend was actually the king.
Their king has returned.
The moment the ghosts received the connection, they became extremely excited and walked out of their territory.
They received the king's order to protect the continent.
Their king, Isaac Dubois, has returned.
…
Runto, also known as Isaac Dubois, signaled to Mobo beside him not to worry too much. If the world was really destroyed, no one would survive. If the world still existed, he would not let him die.
After becoming the Ghost King again, Runto has begun to miss his ordinary ghost self, and only hopes that his friends can still treat him as an ordinary good friend.
He stood leisurely in front of the pillar of light in the ruins of Simparai.
Although the fighting corpses relied on his magic power to support their movements, fortunately he recovered well after waking up, so he could still use his magic power for a while.
He looked up at the sky. In fact, as the king of the most mysterious race in the entire continent, he knew many things that other races did not know.
For example, when the world is destroyed, the number of monsters that appear suddenly decreases because the world is being destroyed at an accelerated rate.
The smell of death is everywhere.
If a life is covered by such a thick layer of death, it cannot escape its fate.
He was suddenly surprised as he looked at the goddess statue in the center through the light column. The breath of death became fainter. Even though it was very slight, he could still sense it.
Gusts of wind brought news from the East Continent.
"Life devoted to the fading of the Light Pillar can briefly extend the life of the world."
He stared at the aura of death that was fading away extremely slowly and couldn't help laughing.
So, the humans of the East Continent are seeking death one by one?
Most of the ghosts have died before. They take death lightly and respect death. There are also ghosts like Mobo who are obsessed with staying alive.
The breath of death receded suddenly accelerated.
Hearing intermittent footsteps behind him, Runto turned around and saw aliens with varying degrees of injuries supporting each other as they moved forward.
There are elves, orcs, mermen, dwarves, a few devils, and his subjects.
Most of them have lost their ability to fight. Among them are some dying aliens and some ghosts who are not afraid of death.
They didn't cry, there was determination in their eyes, they knew what they were doing.
At that time, on the other half of the continent, countless humans laughed and walked towards the light column, as if embracing a new life.
Scene after scene, in the pure white space, falls into the red pupils.
The tearing pain all over the body was nothing compared to the pain in front of me, and getting up became difficult.
"Cough!" The taste of rust filled her throat, and Vifiya couldn't help but cough violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
She raised her eyes and breathed softly.
Outside the space, everyone was fighting for time. Those she knew and those she didn't know were all moving forward for tomorrow.
In the space...
The bodies of Kaharun and Helena were swept away to an unknown place.
Those who were still alive...
At the critical moment, Osa was protected by the magic storage gem given by Hefa, but she lost consciousness and could not be seen breathing.
Fei Yi has the defensive magic given by Helena, but is still unconscious.
Isidore gave her a protective shield and allowed himself to be attacked, his life or death unknown.
Valega also fell to the ground, its wings powerless.
In the distance, above the bright red, there were four pieces of flesh and blood. She knew who they were. She recognized them. How could she not recognize them?
It's Arnold and Avril.
The blood stung her eyes, like needles pricking her. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt...
My eye sockets hurt and hot liquid flowed out, I couldn't tell if it was blood or tears.
She stared at the god in front of her with his eyes lowered, and then at the god whose body had returned to normal.
The gorgeous golden celestial ring behind Him became a new hexagram, floating like smoke, carrying His long white hair of other colors and weaving new clothes for Him.
His pupilless eyes were no longer merciful, staring at her with coldness and ruthlessness, like a true god.
Her eyes were filled with anger, mixed with overflowing pain. She did not want to miss his gaze, and blood dripped from the corners of her tightly bitten lips.
This time, she was not fighting alone, and her condition was much better than others.
But the price is too high, too high.
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