As the saying goes, lichs are cold, heartless, and selfish.

For this view, maybe Phinea will have a deeper understanding after today, but now he is really busy.

Having already accepted his fate, he gave up his previous obscene and cowering mentality, and wholeheartedly and went all out to show all the means of a level 16 and a half lich.

A full-fledged lich is terrifying, even if he's only a half-lich!

Spell Ordering, Spell Launch, Spell Boost, Spell Enhancement......

All the super-magic skills that can be used have been exerted to the extreme by the half-lich, and the flowing water of attack spells flows out of the wildly wielding bone hands without any delay, and the group attack can kill everything in a single kill.

Phinea had spent half her life studying the Dark Curse, and after advancing to the half-lich this time, these predecessors' preferences were etched into his lich talents. Any spell that is issued, even if it is a single spell, will be accompanied by a rippling gray aura. Those who are swept by the gray aura, whether they are ghosts, resentful spirits, or banshees, will have a dull core of their bodies, inexplicably triggering some random curse effects.

Relying on this cursed blessed spell, Phinea stood proudly in the monstrous wave of ghost clouds and protected the peace of the Holy Order Lich. While constantly attacking the enemies that are pouring in, Phinea is also constantly replenishing the missing spell protection. It's a pity that most of those protective spells are blessed to the Holy Lich standing behind him, and Phinea can only rely on accident magic and his own solidity to resist the enemy's attacks.

Many times, Phinea had to take the initiative to come forward to meet those spells that slipped through the net, so as not to interfere with the spell holding of the Holy Order Lich behind her. At this moment, he simply became Lux's most filial grandson, and he would rather have his body beaten with holes than be disturbed in the slightest.

It's a pity that the lich has no eyeballs and vocal cords, otherwise he would have screamed "Who dares to be worse than me" for looking up at the sky.

But don't, with the wholehearted dedication of the half-lich, a whole minute has passed, and it is just under the massive attacks of the ghost cloud that has freed up ample time for the Holy Lich Lux to cast spells.

When Lux's last dark and demonic spell ended, the air around him gradually vibrate. First the range of air fluctuations, and then rippled like ripples, encompassing a mile of circumference. When the air fluctuations expand to the maximum, they suddenly turn to extreme restraint, and in such a stretch and contraction, the originally flat and traceless space mirror appears wrinkles visible to the naked eye.

When the space could not bear such a drastic elemental change, the mirror shattered.

There was no tsunami of spell attacks, no dazzling flow of magic, and all the creatures wrapped up in this peak spell's area of effect, up to level 14 of the resentful banshee, down to level 1 of the nascent ghost, were silently shattered along with the mirror.

When the aftermath of the peak spell stopped, the space returned to its original state, and the sky suddenly fell with a heavy gray snow.

The thick ghost clouds, which were still impermeable, swept away, and the cold and cold wind from the outside world blew on the two lichs again.

The entire Mage Tower froze suddenly.

Li Xun, who was in the main seat, narrowed his eyes even more, and his expression also had a touch of unnaturalness.

Peak spells!

The pinnacle spell is also commonly known as the tenth-order spell in the world.

In the Crane Continent, the highest level in the orthodox spell list is only the 9th order spell, which is all that human beings can collect and summarize in the accumulation and learning of the past tens of millions of years. As for the tenth-order peak spells and the eleventh-order legendary spells, they are not at all something that can be mastered simply by learning, and they contain a trace of the power of rules.

Any caster who wants to enter the Holy Steps must strive to find and master a rule power of their own. Only when you understand the path you want to move forward will the true temple of magic unfold in front of you.

There was once an old legendary mage who left such a sentence: Under the legend, you are just a slave of spells, and only when you step into the legend can you truly master the spell!

There is no better way to verify the authenticity of this sentence, but those who are lucky enough to enter the legendary level have no clear objection to this sentence. It's just that the legendary assassins, legendary druids, and legendary paladins have amicably changed their spells into power.

This may also show the correctness of this sentence from the side.

The Holy Lich Lux just now cast his unique pinnacle spell, and no one could name the spell at all, unless he was willing to announce it to the public, outsiders could only verify the power and effect of the spell in the way of personal experience.

However, judging from the external appearance of the spell, there is still a hint of the law of space.

This is also the future legendary path that Lux has chosen for himself to move closer to the laws of space, which is really a bold and crazy attempt.

Of all the laws, time and space are recognized as the two most difficult to touch and control. From ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of people who can use the power of these two rules to advance to a legend. If you are careful, you can have none.

Although fate is also known to be difficult to control, legendary astrologers still exist. And the Legendary Space Mage, the Legendary Time Mage, has never appeared at all, let alone a mature and perfect advanced class.

As for the soul control that Li Xun intends to pursue, this path has created a precedent for the multiverse, filling in the gaps in some unknown areas. It's a pity that there are no ready-made examples to learn from, and every progress in the future can only be slowly explored by yourself, so the path Li Xun chose is really long and rugged, and as for whether it is a dead end, you can only understand it when the answer is revealed.

Since the Holy Rank Lich in front of him had cast a peak spell, it was clear that he must have mastered the power of a rule. Could it be the law of space?

The more he guessed, the colder Li Xun's heart became, but what made him even colder was the loss of the blow just now.

791 Spirits.

Although seven or eight of them became the lowest-level ghosts, they could be destroyed by 791 spirits with a single blow, which still made Li Xun, the master of the cemetery, feel extremely distracted.

If such a force is thrown into the Klein Continent, it can already take down a large city with a population of more than 100,000 without a mage tower, but the battlefield in front of him is only enough for a saint-rank lich to fill the gaps. The lethality of high-end combat power against a large number of low-level troops can also be seen from this.

But don't forget, there is also a legendary lich on the scene who is even better than the Holy Lich. If he also bombards with impunity, it is still unknown whether the Necropolis coalition that Stratholme has cobbled together will be able to hold out until he runs out of power.

The low-tier class consumes the opponent's strength, and then wins with the high-tier class or the powerful Graveyard hero, which is the combat mode that the Grand Graveyard has long established. But this mode also has its own limits, once the low-level cannon fodder is too large, and the high-end combat power left as a backhand can't keep the other party, then the only thing left in the cemetery is a huge loss.

If a legendary fighter is determined to fight guerrilla warfare with you and shamelessly carry out sneak attacks, the current cemetery may not be able to withstand this momentum, and Stratholme in front of him can only spare the other party for nothing.

Therefore, from the strength of the Holy Rank Lich to the legendary Lich, Li Xun's face turned pale again.

"You bastards, don't force me to use that back hand, otherwise I'll ......," Li Xun said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, most of his attention was drawn to the battlefield of the legendary lich, and he was only trying to be perfunctory to Lux. But now I saw that the Holy Lich also wanted to break the game strongly, so he had to turn over the next hole card in his hand.

On the battlefield, a loud dragon chant that suddenly surged up suppressed all the noise, turning into a rumbling rolling thunder, circling between heaven and earth.

Woooooooo

The wind is blowing, and the energy is emptied, one, two, three...... More than a dozen burly, vigorous and majestic giant bone dragons rose from the city of Stratholme, accompanied by a loud dragon roar, clinging to the low, tumbling and shaking clouds towards the Saint-Order Lich Battlefield that was about to get out of control.

The skeletal dragon at the head of the group was clearly different from its companions. Not only are the bones all over the body pitch black, but even the body is also swallowing thick black smoke like ink, and the crystal clear bones constantly reflect the evil ghostly light, and a pair of green flames like ghost fire are burning in the depths of the eye sockets.

Every time this mysterious bone dragon that was extremely evil slapped the bone wings that were filled with black smoke, it would leave wisps of broken black mist behind it. Whenever the mysterious bone dragon led its neck to groan, the inexplicable aura dragon power would be sprinkled in the air, provoking the low-level undead along the way to constantly panic and dodge.

And behind it, twelve genuine cemetery bone dragons and ghost dragons also led their necks and groaned, rolling in with monstrous fierce flames.

Lux finally stopped the spell in his hand and looked at the uninvited guests from afar.

Thirteen undead dragons!

Such a lineup is not so easy to put together even if it is put into the Council of the Dead.

And judging by their color, they are by no means comparable to the lowest-grade skeleton dragons, and even more than half of them have advanced to ghost dragons. As for the first one, it was a strange breed that Lux had never seen before. At its core, it looks like a highly modified ghost dragon, but if you look closely, you will find that it is completely different from the ghost dragon and even the soul origin.

Is this the new work of that psychic mancer?

Although he had never seen such a strange soul origin undead dragon, every time Lux's eyes fell on the previous undead dragon, a familiar feeling always floated in his heart.

Do you always feel like you've seen it somewhere?

It's no wonder that he has this familiar feeling, the body of the ghost dragon Moros who appeared in such a big battle is from the bone dragon mount that Lux once had, and the dragon crystal fused deep in the soul was also his private collection.

Seriously, the ghost dragon Moros is the assembly of the Holy Rank Lich "Friendship Sponsorship"!

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