End of the Magic Era

“Damn, why so many!” Lin Yun was surprised at the time. The number of skeleton warriors has far exceeded Lin Yun's imagination.

In contrast, the dark iron ore vein on the white bone surface, the assembled skeleton warriors are not worth mentioning. Hundreds of skeleton warriors are nothing. What is now in front of Lin Yun is a piece of black pressure, at least a few thousand...

What to do…

The first thought that emerged in Lin Yun's mind was to use flotation to get away from the cliff behind him.

But before the spell could be spewed out, Lin Yun remembered the note left by the master. This is a real and dangerous illusion...

This sentence sounds a little contradictory, but Lin Yun knows that the point of this sentence is on that “real” one.

What the real Legion of Death looks like. Lin Yun has already understood it in Sandru's notes. Lin Yun believes that if he really tries to use flotation to get away from the cliff behind him, he will probably be a large group of stone ghosts, or a dozen obsidian statues, or even a few skull dragons...

The existence of a death garden is in itself unreasonable. The immense to extreme forces of death continue to converge, eventually catalyzing a strange death garden. The death garden itself is a manifestation of the power of death. To some extent, there is already a shadow of the rules. How can this strange existence allow itself to be easily accidental?

The first wave of Skull Warriors has climbed the slope and the rusty machete has been lifted.

Lin Yun has failed to think about it. After several spells were spewed out, a flame barrier was erected under the slope. Today Lin Yun is an advanced archmage. Compared to the first time he entered the white bone surface, his strength increased by more than ten times. This flame barrier fell in the first wave of skeleton warriors, and suddenly, a dozen skeleton warriors did not even have time to struggle. He has been turned into ash in the astonishing heat of the flame barrier.

Moreover, the appearance of this flame barrier also caused chaos among skeleton warriors. Fear of flames is the instinct of every dead creature, even if skeleton warriors are only the lowest of dead creatures. As the forest cloud's flame barrier fell, the first group of skeleton warriors began to retreat, but later skeleton warriors wanted to climb up the slope.

So the confusion appeared...

Lin Yun took advantage of this opportunity of confusion. Hard was to complete the spell of the flame storm singing. All he heard was “Boom”. A flame appeared in the chaotic skeleton warrior. As this flame spinned like a gyro, infinitely high temperatures burst out in an instant, like a tornado that devoured everything. Almost all the skeleton warriors were turned to ash. The entire flame storm lasted just ten seconds. In these ten seconds, at least a hundred skeleton warriors disappeared. The first wave of skeleton warriors, under this flame storm of Lin Yun, there were only a dozen left...

However, Lin Yun knows that this is only the beginning.

Indeed, as the first wave of skeleton warriors were emptied by Lin Yun, the remaining skeleton warriors had climbed the slope. At this time, the nearest to Lin Yun was less than 100 meters, and the number was almost ten times higher.

Lin Yun knew that once these Skull Warriors were surrounded, let alone the Grand Master, who is also the Magic Warrior. I'm afraid that under the seal of the Magic Warrior, no one could survive the siege of thousands of Skull Warriors. It was simply a sea of Skull Warriors. Once they fell into it, they would only end up drowned alive.

The only thing Lin Yun can do is to increase his speed of application to the extreme. The magic array is in an overloaded state from beginning to end. One by one, the fire system magic pours out. In a way that Lin Yun would never like, he revisits the battle heart of the flaming tyrant Max.

If there were not too many Skeleton Warriors, this battle would be a good opportunity for Lin Yun. Almost every fire system spell would make Lin Yun more thorough in the fighting style of the flaming tyrant. In the end, Lin Yun even felt that he had fully entered the role of Max. At this time, like that flaming tyrant, he was fighting the endless dead spirit creature in the Ghost City...

One skull warrior after another collapses, but more skull warriors fill up quickly.

For Lin Yun, the whole battle is like a race of patience and perseverance. At the end of the day, Lin Yun doesn't even remember how many spells he released, nor how many times his magic has been exhausted. Lin Yun only knows that every time his magic is exhausted, he draws some from the soul essence of the blood shemale.

Fortunately, the Blood Girl herself is the body of resentment. The magic contained in the essence of the soul is much purer than ordinary magic crystals. When Lin Yun sucks magic from it, it is easier than sucking magic from the crystals. The only thing missing in beauty is that this pure magic always carries some disgusting negative emotions. Each suction will make Lin Yun feel a little agitated.

But it's not that much anymore...

If the previous blood witch is one of the most difficult enemies Lin Yun has encountered since this era, then this battle is now the longest battle Lin Yun has experienced since this era.

The cold bending moon has gradually fallen and the eastern sky has revealed its first rays of morning light.

Half the night went by...

Lin Yun is still killing wildly. There are coke and black bones all over the slope. One fire system spell after another is released from Lin Yun. One skeleton warrior after another falls. This battle seems never to be over...

Until the sun completely rose, Lin Yun was another fire spell release, and suddenly it was discovered that there was no more skeleton warrior standing on the entire slope...

“Finally, it's over...” Lin Yun gasped heavily, trying to extract the essence of his soul from his pocket. When he last replenished his magic, his feet suddenly softened, and the whole person sat on the ground.

This battle is really too long. For half the night, Lin Yun has been constantly fighting, and no other archmage of the same level can do anything like Lin Yun. This has far exceeded the limit that a first-level archmage can bear.

Fortunately, it's all over...

Almost at the same time as Lin Yun fell, the surrounding landscape suddenly changed, the rotten corpse disappeared, and the clotted blood disappeared. Instead, it was a lush bird-language floral scene. Lin Yun knew that he had come out of the illusion of the death garden.

Lin Yun has some expectations and some tensions about the upcoming harvest.

At the end of the note, the master wrote that every choice in the illusion could affect the final harvest.

Think carefully about Lin Yun. In his illusion, he did not seem to have made any choices. He fought from beginning to end, so what would his final harvest look like?

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There is one more thing in the evening, not lazy, just changing the number of words in each chapter so that the one in the evening is not too late.

I can't help it, it's been days since I was close to twelve o'clock in a row, so I feel like sooner or later I'm going to fall over twelve o'clock in an update, which is absolutely intolerable as a diligent author!