First Law

Invincible Chapter 251

The silver-red gravel quickly slid across Karen's field of vision. This is an endless rolling hilly area. The red flat ground is spread on the ground. The mountains are dotted with this wasteland like a pen of the gods. Especially under the slanting sunlight, it reveals a Share the beauty of golden red.

In this uncanny nature, you can occasionally see figures walking through it, absorbing the only living capital like ants, one after another, forming a small tribe.

But in the middle of these small tribes, there will always be a huge black pothole, which diverges into the necessary life circle with the pothole as the center.

These potholes are only recently. Through these giant potholes, you can go straight to the ground at a depth of 500 meters, so as to find the remains of the ancient times. It is precisely because of the existence of these potholes that the wasteland has become the most sacred place in the Aegean continent. one of the regions.

Karen's gaze slowly retracted, and it fell on the black shadow not far ahead, to be precise, it was a cloud of fog.

The fog was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye. What really made Karen hesitate was not the fog itself, but the familiar figure in the middle of the fog.

It was Kabul.

Although it is very similar, it is not right.

Although the facial features are his, but the cheeks are deeply sunken, the eye sockets and eyeballs are protruding, and the skin is wrinkled as if fried in autumn. It is completely different from the Kabul I have seen before. It seems that the flesh and blood have been sucked out and then dried in the sun. It became a skeleton wrapped in thin skin.

Especially the power of death emanating from the whole body is even more terrifying. The billowing black mist is like a corrosive poison, devouring the surrounding air crazily.

"Kabul?"

Karen asked in a low voice, but she didn't answer at all. The other party just trembled slightly, and there was a strange thought on his face, as if he was trying to remember the name.

Karen can capture this subtle feeling clearly, especially after following the special training of Hongfaer, he is more able to capture the feelings between the undead.

Yes, it is memories.

For just a moment, he felt that Kabul was very unfamiliar with this name, but soon a strange hostility rose from the shriveled body, and at the same time, the breath of death behind him shot towards Karen with lightning speed. .

crunch!

In an instant, the Golden Winged Griffon under him jumped up like grease, and the golden feathers instantly turned pitch black.

Falling off, flesh and blood rotting, turning into a skeleton, everything happened in just a few seconds.

Karen subconsciously opened the Dimensional Pocket wide open, four bronze skeletons guarded her side, and a page of the undead of the "Undead Scourge" appeared between one finger.

A glint of light flashed on the page of the undead, and it began to crazily absorb all the power of death like a black hole. In the blink of an eye, Kabul's body had become a dry corpse.

After training in the lunatic asylum, now Karen can use the page of the dead with ease.

Although Kabul has turned into an undead, and the power of death is strong, it is nothing but fertilizer for the page of the undead.

Pointing forward, the bronze skull clenched a fist and hit Kabul on the forehead, and this farce was about to end.

But at this moment, Kabul, who no longer had the power of death, had a silver light flashing between his brows, and the three runes in the light flowed with each other, forming a wonderful triangular circle.

In the center of the triangular magic circle, a black ball is formed. When the ball turns, the space seems to collapse, and all the magic power around it pours into it.

Karen only felt that there was darkness in front of her eyes, and rubbed her eyes vigorously, only to find that there were fragmented light and shadows around her, only the top of Kabul's head was bright red, like an aurora in the dark night.

But when he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel any danger. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had already returned to normal, but the whole body of Kabul was already covered with black air, and the power of death was rising and falling, exactly the same as before.

"The power of death has regenerated?"

Karen asked incredulously in his heart. Just now he was sure that Kabul had lost his power, but at the moment when the rune flashed on the other side's head, he actually regained the lost power, and it was pure power of death.

This is unbelievable. If he really has this kind of power, is it necessary for Karen to find the Temple of Light?

The page of the undead suddenly slipped, and Karen absorbed all of Kabul's newly recovered power. Seeing that Kabul had become ordinary, Karen did not kill him, but stared at the center of Kabul's eyebrows.

Sure enough, the triangular magic circle appeared again, the center ball rotated at a high speed, and aurora-like phantoms appeared around it again. A few seconds later, the familiar force of death appeared above Kabul's head.

At this moment, the shock in Karen's heart can no longer be described in words. This is simply the best gift given to him by the Creator God.

With no threat to his life, Karen naturally looked at Kabul. How could this man who once ruled the wasteland become like this? In his impression, Kabul should be dead.

Kabul's mind is vicious, but his ability is extraordinary. At one time, Karen even felt that he would be swallowed by this existence. If it wasn't for the impact of his lifespan, he would never have the chance to dominate the wasteland.

But now, this existence has forgotten his name, and that hatred seems to be some kind of order.

Karen may not be the strongest in the way of the undead, but for the subtle perception of the emotions of the undead, he said that the first is absolutely no second, and that kind of hatred is completely different from deep hatred.

Just at the moment of stupefaction, the black energy on Kabul's body suddenly rolled over, his bulging eyes suddenly turned dark, and a fierce evil spirit surged out, behind him a cloaked figure holding a sickle appeared.

Death Projection!

In ancient times, the projection of the god of death was in control, and there was a god higher than the god of war.

He was stunned, but he had experienced the benefits of the God of War projection. In the madhouse, he easily lost the slender nurse. If the projection of the God of Death was launched, the page of the dead might not be able to control it.

Thinking of this, Karen didn't say a word, and the page of the dead directly covered it, and then turned his right hand, and another page of the dead with "boiling corpses" appeared in the palm of his hand, and the runes flashed, and it was activated.

Immediately, two streams of air from one black council intertwined, like a pair of scissors, they projected straight towards the death god of the other party.

This shot is really Karen's strongest attack, after all, the projection of the gods is too powerful.

But at the same time as Karen shot, the projection behind Kabul suddenly slashed a sickle, and a black crack appeared in front of him. At the same time, the triangular rune above Kabul's head appeared again, and he felt the slanting light in the sky unexpectedly It poured in like a waterfall, and then circles of black awns went straight up on the palm of Death.

The left and right hands suddenly stretched out, and they were stuck on the pages of the dead. Immediately, the black light turned over, and countless black lines wrapped the two pages of the dead.

puff!

Like a bubble, it completely disappeared.

Everything changed so fast, Karen's mind went blank, as if the flesh and blood had been shaved, until the giant scythe projected by the god of death fell to the ground, he came back to his senses, hurriedly tore open the dimension pocket, threw out all the skeletons, and put them all in To the scythe projected by Reaper.

Puff puff puff!

No matter how many were thrown, each skeleton was like a piece of paper, and the sickle showed no sign of dissipating.

At this moment, Karen was slightly relieved, staring at the place where the page of the dead disappeared, the sense of loss could not be erased. I really didn't expect that the other party could absorb light and transform it into the power of death in the body.

This is unbelievable. You must know that the undead are basically afraid of sunlight, but Kabul is just the opposite. After absorbing the sun's rays uninterruptedly, the phantom of the god of death behind him becomes more and more condensed.

The passive came far faster than Karen expected. If such a sharp scythe hit the top of the head, it would tear the soul into pieces.

It seems that he has to use the power of God of War, but the power given to him by Campas is far from mature, and he is a necromancer, and he has not yet fully controlled this illusory power.

However, only the power of the god of war at the same level can fight against the power of the god of death, otherwise he would really be killed by this alienated Kabul.

Thinking of this, Kuailun didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He closed his eyes and sank into his mind, only to see a faint dark golden spot in the emptiness of darkness, rising and falling like a lamp, but no matter how dark the surrounding area was, Can't let this ray of light go out.

This is the power of the God of War, the ancient and profound power.

Karen didn't hesitate any longer, and all his thoughts sank into the golden light spot. He only felt that the surroundings were full of light, and an endless stream of power poured into his body from all directions. He raised his palm violently, and punched directly to the top of his head.

hum!

When the golden fist and the sickle collided, a ball of dark golden light burst out, the light spread, and the air clanked like a blade, continuously drawing space cracks like centipede patterns.

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