"No, it can't be. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info How can you have the key to the mirror world!" Lucas shouted in disbelief. Legend has it that the mirror world can only be opened by the main god, and if a mortal wants to enter this world, he must have a key given by the main god. In the continent of Eliad, the main gods have long since disappeared, and even the Lord of Light, who is believed in by the Holy See, which has an absolute advantage on the continent, rarely sends down oracles anymore.

"Have you forgotten who I am, why can't I have the key to the mirror world?" asked Bishop Flon with extra solemnity.

"No, it's impossible, since the mirror world was created by the twelve main gods together, it should not only reflect the rules of the Lord of Light, but also the rules of the God of Souls and the God of Hades. Lucas yelled, he could only feel the divine rules of the Lord of Light in this world, but he had no sense of the rules of the other main gods.

"There's another secret you don't know. The most wonderful thing about the mirror world for mortals is that he uses the key given by the main god to enter the mirror world, and the rules embodied in the mirror world are made by which main god. So don't try to use the rules of the gods of souls and the gods of the underworld to escape punishment!"

After speaking, Bishop Flon pointed with his hand, and the angelic legion behind him suddenly dispersed, surrounding Lucas and the Serpent of Death, each holy sword pointed into the encirclement, and the divine coercion kept coming, telling Lucas that all this was definitely not an illusion, but a real existence.

"Necromancer Lucas, on behalf of my Lord of Light, I ask you one last time, would you like to accept my Lord's kindness and go to the undead plane to accept the challenge, and never return to the continent of Eliad?" asked Bishop Fron Senran.

"It's time for you to give up your self-righteous thoughts, and you want to plan the way forward for others. Why is that? I see!" Lucas jerked his head up and stared at Bishop Flon with fierce eyes, "Are you still bluffing at this point? This mirror world may be real, but with your declining power, I'm afraid you won't be able to play the sacred rules here, right?"

"Stubborn!" Bishop Furren snorted coldly, as if the angel legion had received an order, the holy sword swung down, and the death snake was cut into hundreds of pieces without resistance, and the moment the death snake was cut off, it was purified by the holy sword in the hands of the angels.

"Lucas, what else do you have to say?" asked Bishop Flon in a loud voice to a stunned Lucas.

For some reason, Alfie, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a hint of a broken tone in Bishop Fren's final tone, as if he had run out of oil and dried up. At the same time, he keenly noticed that Bishop Fren's back was drenched with sweat, and even his hand holding the cane was trembling slightly. Could it be that Lucas was right in his guess?

"I don't have much more to say. Lucas replied dejectedly, the neat sword of the Angel Legion just now had not only slashed the Serpent of Death, but also destroyed the self-confidence he had just regained. Bishop Flon even moved out of the mirror world, and he lost this battle unjustly.

"Are you willing to go to the undead plane? My promise is still valid, as long as you promise never to set foot in the continent of Eliad. Bishop Flon asked, and Alfie could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I agree. Lucas replied in a low voice, his head bowed as if admitting his defeat.

"A wise choice. Bishop Flon let out a sigh of relief and began to chant a long, obscure incantation, and with the sound of the incantation, a black vortex appeared in front of Lucas, and the vortex continued to emit a death aura that was more powerful than the death aura that Lucas had just emitted.

As soon as these death breaths appeared in the mirror world, they began to entangle the holy swords of the angel legion, trying to corrupt them. But the angels were unmoved, as if the breath of death did not exist. On the other hand, Lucas quietly absorbed the breath of death and replenished himself.

"Lucas, enter the Death Spiral and keep going, and you will reach the plane of the undead. Bishop Flren's voice suddenly became hoarse. Alfie noticed that the robes behind him were completely soaked with sweat, and it seemed that the passage to open the undead plane had exhausted the old man's last trace of energy.

"Please wait, Your Majesty, I need to be well prepared, no one knows what I will encounter when I enter the undead plane. I don't think you're going to go to the trouble of sending me to the undead plane and be killed by the powerhouses inside, right?" Lucas finished speaking without raising his head, took out the Minoan Dictionary, flipped to the back, and began to chant a spell in the soul language.

"Hurry up, please—Lucas!!!!!" Bishop Flon could tell what spell it was almost the moment Lucas began to chant the incantation in the soul language, it was a spell that summoned the "army of the undead", and the passage to the undead plane was open, and this spell would have a multiplier effect.

Bishop Fern wanted to stop Lucas from doing so, but he was already out of his mind, and as Alfie and Lucas had guessed, he had run out of gas.

Bursts of noisy footsteps and the neighing of war horses came from the Death Vortex, interspersed with a few legendary dragon moans, and in a moment, an army of undead skeletons appeared in mirror space wrapped in black smoke.

"Oh my God!" Alfie exclaimed as she saw the composition of the army of the undead, every member of this army of the dead was a hundred times stronger than the skeleton warrior he and Celent had eliminated together. And the leader of this army of the undead turned out to be four death knights straddling skeletal horses. Above them, there was even a huge bone dragon hovering.

As soon as the army of the undead appeared in the mirror space, they sensed the threat of the divine power from the angelic legion. The scarlet eyes of the Death Knights were firmly fixed on the Angel Legion, and the skeleton horses kept snorting and kicking with the only skeleton hooves left, and the undead army quickly confronted the Angel Legion. The dense black aura of death swirled in the mirror space, and it was not suppressed by the divine power in the slightest.

Lucas waved his hand and gave the order to attack, and with a wave of the Death Knight's pitch-black sword, the army of the undead began to swing their weapons and pounce on the Angel Legion.

"Lucas, are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to control them and be attacked if you dare to summon an army of undead who are even more powerful than you?" asked Bishop Flon angrily.

"This is all thanks to you for opening the passage to the plane of the undead. And I've said a long time ago that the 'Soul Blade' is a good thing. Lucas proudly held up the fragment of the Soul Blade in his hand, "Do you know why I let the Soul Blade appear in Frosacen? Sure enough, the idiots of the Holy See appeared here like cats that smelled fish, and now they have been caught by me. And you, my esteemed crown, are next!"