Otherworldly White Dragon Lord

Countless instruments of torture tear the human body, not for torture, not for revenge, but for a single desire for pain!The strange evil aura gushes out from the light curtain and spreads to the surroundings. If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that this terrible negative energy has already eroded crazily.However, the Scourge remained motionless. For the dead, pain was already forgotten, and the dead would not be afraid of death.

"Report your life! Devil!" Arthas, who was riding on the skeletal war horse, stared condescendingly at the demon messenger in front of him, unmoved by the evil aura of the opponent.

The messenger of Domination of Pain looked at Arthas. The ruler of the undead army in front of him was an unexpectedly powerful existence. This force is probably still above the warlord-level demon, at least reaching the level of the archduke.Although it is surprising, this is the limit that a mortal can reach after abandoning it, and it is still a small existence in front of the demon ruler.

"I'm just one of the nine demon masters in the abyss of my lord, the slave to the painful master Mosta. Unfortunately, the name has no meaning to me."

"Very good~ Then soon I will let you even have no need for existence." Arthas pointed Frostmourne in his hand at the demon, and the surrounding natural disaster army instantly locked the opponent.

The demon messenger is also fearless, perhaps more frightening than the punishment of the death ruler: "If so, you will lose an opportunity to gain great power."

"Say! What is the power you are referring to?"

Arthas had no interest in demons, but he was really interested in power.What the Scourge needs now is strength.

"You and your undead army are all under the watchful eye of the master. Mosta, the master of pain, appreciates what your undead army has done in this country. Your enemy is no matter this sad kingdom or the sky. The gods above are also the enemy of our lord. But no matter how strong you are, even if you give up your life and set foot in the realm of death, your power as a mortal is still limited. You cannot resist attacks from above the sky!"

The words of the demon messenger are full of temptation. The former Lich King Arthas may have been furious with this kind of doubting words about his own power, but after witnessing a miracle of the earth god, Arthas also understood that this world has Many unknown powerful existences, at least for now, just as the demon in front of them said, the Scourge can not harm the gods on the sky.

"Go on!"

The demon messenger smiled lowly. Since the undead in front of him dared to attack the area protected by the gods, they naturally had enemies with the holy who served the gods.In any case, this powerful army of undead and its dominators should be used by the master: "We have a common enemy. Our Lord can give you great gifts, and everything you hate, whether it is this holy capital or above the sky The gods will fall, and the whole earth will fall into your hands, and all this requires you to devote your body and mind to the great pain dominate Mosta!"

There was a cold wind in the undead army.Arthas, whose face was concealed by his helmet, looked at the demon messenger before him like a ridiculous clown.

"Hahaha~ is that what you want to say?"

"You should make a wise decision. The power of the abyss is an existence you can't imagine. My lord is the existence at its fixed point!"

Dedicating your body and mind to the demon ruler in exchange for his gift?Arthas couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. For a long time no one dared to say such things in front of him, devil!?Extremely ridiculous existence!

"kill him!"

what!?For a while, the demon messenger doubted whether he had heard it wrong.But the action of the natural disaster army surrounding him immediately made him understand that he had not heard it wrong!

Karthus smiled and raised his staff, the surrounding mist suddenly rose up, countless howling ghosts swirled around Karthus, everything he went to was torn to pieces by the soul, and the messenger's mouth was shocked. It opened to the point where it almost tore its jaws, and the sharp roar came out with terrible sound waves. The skeleton soldiers surrounding right in front turned into ashes under the sound waves like a model of a pile of sand. Not only that For a while, even the ghost that Karthus called out was dissipated by the sound wave.

"What a terrible song~ Let me teach you what a magnificent chorus is!" Karthus opened his mouth enthusiastically, and the breath of death swept all around indiscriminately.

The demon messenger suddenly thought of retreat when he saw that the situation was not good. The undead army in front of him was an invincible opponent, and he did not expect that a lich beside him also had such amazing strength.However, when the messenger just turned around and wanted to return to the light curtain, Frostmourne penetrated his body from his back. Amid the violent screams of the opponent, Arthas lifted the demon messenger stabbed on the sword.

"You ┉ ┉ stupid guy ┉ ┉ you dare to refuse ┉ ┉ ah!!" Before finishing speaking, the messenger had discovered that this heavy sword exuding a strange death breath was corrupting his soul.

Karthus on the side looked at the demon with a deep smile, "Ah~ what a ridiculous clown, performing funny tricks in front of your majesty. It’s just that the clown seems a little overwhelmed, so he needs to beat him to let the clown understand his identity. Hehehe┉┉"

Arthas brought the demon messenger to his eyes with a voice comparable to the cold wind of the base. He said with contempt: "Joker! That's right~ It is indeed a clown who knows no height and depth. Your death will bring a message to your master. , Neither gods nor demons can stop the pace of death."

Frostmourne increased its power at this time, and the pupils of Arthas under the helmet also burned with blue sparks, bursting out unprecedented power. Arthas competed with the Twisting Void to fight the fallen demon soul, and was destined to fall by corruption. Souls in the Twisted Void cannot be saved, even by the gods, and only by destroying the souls of the fallen can they be prevented from falling into the Twisted Void and being enslaved by demons forever.If this is the rule brought about by the law of the interface, then Arthas, who came out of the summoning system, ignored this rule. As Frostmourne’s corrupted demon messenger had stopped wailing, his eyes and mouth began to shine. The blue soul fire and the suction from the twisting void gradually subsided.

At the same time, it was located in a plane in the Twisting Void, with an extremely angry roar that penetrated every corner of the entire plane!

The pain dominates Mosta's huge and hideous body twisting, and countless painful souls are imprisoned in this huge plane. It seems that this cave that has been stained with blood and crimson is filled with a large number of various types. Such instruments of torture, from huge tearing frames to tiny steel nails, can be said to have all imaginable instruments of torture in the history of the world.

Mosta's brutal and sadistic demon servants are torturing these souls with all kinds of cruel tortures, and their wailing and screams are used to please this moody master to avoid being sent to the torture instrument.

"Idiot, you dare to refuse my gift, sad bug, you still want to take my slave from my hand!!" Mosta's sharp voice is as uncomfortable as countless running gears.

The anger of the demon lord is already at its extreme. Mosta can feel that the soul of the servant he sent is breaking away from his shackles. Although this is incredible, it is true that the undead has a way to break the law of the interface. The rules take away souls belonging to the twisted void.

"You rest! Bug, no one can take a soul from here, not even a god!"

Mosta swayed his arms like a sickle frantically, and the eyes of the dominion of pain were shining with blood red light. With Mosta's will, the power of the abyss was forcibly poured into the soul that was about to completely lose control. The demon messenger, who was about to be completely corrupted in front of Arthas, suddenly shook, and a crimson light suddenly appeared in the blue soul fire, and the messenger let out an astonishing wailing sound. The whole body began to be covered with blood-red cracks. , A powerful force turned back even Frostmourne could not suppress it.

Boom!!

In an instant, the body of the demon messenger burst completely like a blown balloon, and not only the soul was instantly shattered.The flying flesh and blood even sprinkled Alsace, who was unprepared.All this happened so suddenly, even Arthas hadn't expected that the Demon Lord in the abyss could actually destroy his servant's body in this situation.

Seeing that the previous efforts turned into fragments, Arthas was also very angry: "Poor thing, do you think you can challenge the dignity of the Lich King! Stupid, in the near future, the devil ┉┉ will do what you do today? Everything is paid a heavy price, no one can escape the fate of death, not even the devil."

For Pain Dominator Mosta and Lich King Arthas, both are losers, but at this moment in the Twisting Void, there are still a pair of eyes watching all this. Among them, the Killing Dominator Arley is the head of the nine dominators. Gusso was fiddled with the box in his hand while watching Arthas in anger playfully.

It wasn't until a long time that Aleguso muttered to himself: "No one can escape death ┉ ┉Yes, you can't escape death, sad soul!"

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