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eadx ();? The creatures seemed to have their own plans as they galloped in a grandiose manner towards a certain direction.

Ron sucked in a cold breath. Looking at the fearsome number of people present, he was afraid that no one would be able to stop this unstoppable army of Undead.

"What a sight, what a terrifying army of undead … but …" Where are their destinations? " Curious, Ron decided to go and see what was going on.

It wasn't the first time he had entered the illusion world. Ron's initial unfamiliar panic had gradually turned into familiarity, at least now he wasn't afraid anymore.

However, even now, Ron still could not understand why these things would appear in his dreams. It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands manipulating these things, allowing him to observe them as a spectator.

With a thought, his body, in its soul state, started to float like smoke and flew straight ahead.

After flying for an unknown period of time, what appeared in front of him was still that vast army of undead. From this, one could tell how terrifying the number was.

Not long after that, a fierce killing intent could be felt along with a hint of the smell of blood. In front of them was the battlefield where the two armies were battling about ten kilometers away.

Ron was surprised to see this. The formidable skeleton legion was actually blocked.

Each and every one of them was an extremely powerful warrior. Their bodies were covered with a thick layer of armor, and mysterious runes were engraved on their armor. They held heavy weapons in their hands, and their power was quite intimidating.

Their numbers were several times fewer than the Skeleton Corps. But the difference was, these warriors were all elites. Dozens of Skeleton Warriors couldn't even get close to them.

The strong elite soldiers formed an army, blocking the Skeleton Army's advance.

"Eh? "Who are they?"

Looking at the outlines of these warriors, Ron had a trace of doubt in his mind. These powerful warriors in front of him were clearly not human, orc, or elven, but they were races he had never seen before.

These warriors had taut, expressionless faces, and skin that was as soft as light. They were tall and muscular, giving out holy auras from head to toe.

Ron frowned. They make me feel special. It seemed... "It's just like …"

Although Ron didn't say it out loud, his mind was clear at the moment. That's right, seeing this unknown race gave Ron the feeling that it was the Holy Church.

Whether it was their demeanor or temperament, the soldiers in front of him were very similar to the Holy Church. Compared to them, they were basically carved out of the same mold.

"Is this the war between the Holy Church and the Church of Calamity?"

Ron's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, a thought came to him, a thought that forced him to look at it.

The war between the two sides was very cruel. A holy knight's sword light flashed, and immediately hacked the black knight into two, and immediately, a nearby ghoul pounced on it ruthlessly, biting the holy knight. The holy knight wailed in grief and fell head first onto the ground, followed by countless ghouls pouncing on him like wolves and tigers, tearing the unfortunate holy knight into pieces and swallowing him.

The war continued, and the entire battlefield turned into a meat grinder. In the middle of the battlefield, fresh life constantly faded away.

"Roaaaaaar!"

An earth-shaking roar came from the distance, followed by an extremely cold aura that spread out and covered the entire sky.

"It's an Frost Dragon!" Ron was shocked. He would never forget those terrifying eyes.

Indeed, it was not exactly the case. Dozens of powerful Frost Dragons appeared in the sky, emanating terrifying auras as as they slowly and serenely rushed over.

Ron was stunned. The size of those Frost Dragons was far beyond his imagination. They were tens of meters long, and could not even be mentioned in the same breath as the flying dragons that Ron had seen.

The moment these Frost Dragons rushed to the battlefield, the scales on the battlefield immediately underwent a tremendous change.

Powerful, ice-cold dragon breath gushed out, and all those mysterious warriors on the ground turned into a sphere of solid ice, before the ice melted, their entire bodies were turned into ashes.

Powerful! Too powerful...

Ron's heart almost jumped out of his body.

Bang ~ ~ ~ At this time, a loud sound came from far away. Judging from the sound, it must have come from far away.

With a whooshing sound, a strong gust of wind blew directly into Ron's face, nearly blowing him off his feet.

Not only that, but this strong wind also gave off an aura that made one's heart tremble. At this moment, Ron's heart almost stopped beating.

"What is this? "This aura …"

A look of lingering fear appeared on Ron's face. That terrifying aura was so strong that it was suffocating, but from what Ron could tell, this terrifying aura had a familiar smell to it.

Ron stared blankly into the distance. Dark clouds were condensing in the distance, just like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

"Forget it, let's go take a look!"

Ron gritted his teeth and made up his mind that no matter what danger was in front of him, he wouldn't back down.

As he slowly flew forward, Ron felt his body tremble from fear. In front of him, there seemed to be a powerful beast waiting for him.

Not long after, a powerful figure appeared before Ron's eyes. That was right, it was this person who was emitting such a powerful aura that it was suffocating.

The man floated in the air, his entire body exuding a strange and powerful aura that caused people to be afraid. He was dressed in a long black robe, with two gigantic shoulder armors on either side of his shoulders, and on his shoulder armor was carved a huge skull, which took up half of his body. He held a long staff in his hand, and on top of the staff was the skull of a sheep like creature.

The man in black had his back to him, so Ron couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see his tall back, the black robe fluttering slowly behind him.

In front of the man in black stood another man, a man of the same mysterious race that Ron had seen before, white skin, blue eyes, blond hair.

But Ron was surprised when he saw the man.

"This is …" This is the legendary angel … "

As someone who grew up in Holy Empire, Ron had always been influenced by the Holy Church. That's right, this unknown expert in front of him was the exact same as one of the Angels in the mural of Holy Church.

The only difference was that the angel in the mural had two wings, but on the back of the angel were four particularly large and exaggerated wings, flapping gently. Above his head, a beautiful circle of light was floating, exuding a holy power that made Ron feel uncomfortable.

Though he could not see the man's expression, Ron sensed that he was sneering.

The two of them were in a confrontation. Perhaps, they had already gone through a decent battle, and their clothes and armors were somewhat damaged.

The two of them stood silently in the sky, emitting a mighty aura that was as strong as a mountain. This aura was so strong that Ron had never seen it before in his life.

From the feeling he got, these two's strength had already exceeded the limits of human imagination. In front of them, those so-called Saint realm experts were nothing but a joke.

Despite all the confusion, Ron could still make out some things. If he wasn't mistaken, the undead legions were the black robed man's subordinates. Similarly, they all used soul power.

On the other side, those unknown warriors were the subordinates of the guy with four wings. Their expressions and race were the same, and the powers they used were also the same.

At this moment, Ron couldn't help but take a deep breath, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes. "Who are they? Why is there such a strong power? "

At this time, the four-winged angel slowly said, "Unexpectedly, you still came. It was really out of my expectations …"

The black-cloaked person snorted coldly, not wanting to be outdone. "Same here, same here. Aren't you guys here as well …"

The angel's face slightly sank. A trace of displeasure flashed past. He smiled: "You are very strong. You are stronger than many of the experts I have met..."

He smiled, and there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, "But... What should I call you? Is it Hermes, or the captain of the Undead Lord Realm's Sky Disaster Legion — Lord Lich King? "

"What?" Lich King? "

Hearing this, Ron's expression froze. His eyes widened, and an intense look of disbelief flashed through them.

He stared blankly at the tall and sturdy figure standing not far from him. He … He is the Lich King?

At that moment, the black-robed figure paused slightly and turned his head in surprise, just in time to meet Ron's gaze.

"Bang!"

Ron felt as if his body had been electrocuted, and his entire body had become stiff.

What entered his line of sight was an extremely malevolent face. It looked like a skeleton, and its sunken eye sockets emitted a strange cyan energy that continuously spread out.

It was a race Ron had never seen before, but for some reason, perhaps because it was the same soul force, the feeling made Ron feel very close.

"What's going on? It was as if something was watching … Yet, I didn't discover anything … "

Smiling, he said, "Michael, the Archangel of the Holy Angel Legion from the Order Plane, I have also been famous for a long time …" See the launch. No ads, please.

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