End of the Magic Era

After coming back, Knox suddenly did it. In this case, it was a bit silly to do it. A lot of information. Although the Holy Light Alliance is not the most powerful force, it is certainly not possible to have no information at all. At this time, kill everyone's last hope. Even if there is any intolerable personal vendetta, it will not be so impulsive to lose reason, right?

Now think about it, Lin Yun always feels unusual, too unusual. There must be some secrets in it. Unfortunately, Nock is dead. He died very thoroughly. No bone residue has been left behind, and his soul has dissipated. Even if he knew any secrets, he could not know them.

Now it looks like a temporary victory. Whatever the mastermind behind it, it has dissolved, but Lin Yun still feels very uneasy.

The bloody witch's plot was dissolved, and the mad dog pie inside the Holy Light Alliance is now finished. Now all that remains is to resolve the plague, and then find the remaining five unconnected holy alchemists.

Drive the dead out of the channel and arrange a supermassive six-mounted array of stars in the channel, and it will all be over.

Lin Yun frowned and thought about these issues, but couldn't find any sign of control behind them. It was bad luck, things were getting worse and worse, and then all kinds of crazy dogs and conspirators mixed up, so this is the situation.

Grand Duke Zijinghua constantly said the information he knew, watched Lin Yun calmly and couldn't help but ask.

“Lord Merlyn, isn't this strange plague hard to solve? You are now the most talented alchemist in the Northender world, so many antiquarian drugs are from your pen, you can be our last hope...”

Lin Yun shook his head and looked at the pus on Grand Duke Jinghua's neck.

“This strange plague is more than just plague. There are other forces in it, better drugs to control the spread of the plague. I need to study it first, but does anyone know what the sceptre in the Skull King's hand looks like? ”

“Someone must know this, I'm going to ask...”

When Grand Duke Zijinghua faced Lin Yun, he was always forced to make a cold sweat, and his mind kept echoing what he had said before Knox died.

Whether or not Merlin is the reincarnation of the demon, it doesn't matter. At least Merlin has never seemed to do anything unacceptable. This time, he has saved everyone and saved a dangerous situation. Even if Merlin is the reincarnation of the demon, at least what he does is good for everyone.

Had it not been for the medicine manufactured by Mr. Merlin, it would have been completely over by now. It could have been Knox, that idiot, talking nonsense when he died...

Lin Yun did not pay attention to Grand Duke Zijinghua's unusual performance and stood up and left the conference room.

“I'm going to study the power of the plague. If anyone knows what the sculpture wand looks like, please draw it down and send it to me. It's important. ”

Leaving the conference room, Lin Yun took samples from the bodies of the plague-infected magicians and went to the alchemy lab to start research.

In less than an hour, the samples were all consumed. Lin Yun looked at the inky black power in the medicine bottle in front of him and twisted his eyebrows together.

The power in the medicine bottle is like a smoke, like black octopus ink dripping into the water, filled with the power of death and silence, which seems to be more than death, and it's filled with a horrible toxin that seems to be zombie poison.

These toxins spread under the power of death and silence. For extraordinary forces, or for organisms that are more powerful in life, the more active the infection is, the worse the strength, the weaker the vitality, the more silent the toxin is. For life in death, the toxin is completely silent and has no effect.

In other words, this toxin is specifically directed at living life…

If there is simultaneous contact between vitality and extraordinary force, the power of death and silence will merge with the toxin and erupt completely, which is why the heavenly low-ranking strong, after infecting the plague, die faster than the sealed Wizard, and only the heavenly stronger can suppress the resistance with extraordinary force.

But this resistance is like drinking poison to quench thirst, and while extraordinary power can temporarily be suppressed, the toxin slowly grows under the perfusion of extraordinary power, and then accumulates strength waiting for the final outbreak.

Until the outbreak is complete, none of the heavenly class 7 strong will be able to resist, there is only one way to die.

Lin Yun entered a little extraordinary power into the medicine bottle, plus a drop of blood. In an instant, a little smoke in the medicine bottle was as if it had suddenly come to life. In a few seconds, the extraordinary power and blood disappeared completely, and that little smoke expanded at least twice as much.

That's when Hughes flew into the alchemy lab with a photographic stone.

Opening the studio stone, a stubborn bone dragon emerged, a skull king in a broken cape stood on the back of the bone dragon, and the scepter in his hand, the main body was made of bone, but it was like countless tiny skull arms stacked together one after the other, forming a half meter long white bone scepter.

At the top of the scepter, a skull hand holds a rotten heart, and a miserable green light wraps around this miserable green heart.

The moment I saw this image, Lin Yun's face turned black.

“Goddamn it, I knew it, but besides the famous Plague Knight, who else could have infected a Tier-Seven Light Mage with the plague, Pegg's scepter, who dared to give his scepter to a Skull King of Level 47?

If you want to kiss the ass of the King of Dead Spirits, you don't have to do this. As the first zombie spirit born in legend, you actually give your scepter to a skeleton, this damn guy... ”

The Plague Knight, legend has it, was the first dead zombies to appear in the realm of the dead, but it is also said that Peg was the first zombie to possess the power of the plague.

The plague is a useless force for the dead, because the plague is a force dedicated to the killing of living people. In the oldest days, the Northender world was still in the age of the demons, and with a great war, countless weak lives died, and then it was always just a plague that pitted weak and small lives, and it finally broke out.

At the time of the outbreak, there were countless very weak human deaths and injuries, even among the self-respected high-life races that died in the wake of the outbreak of the plague.

It was at this time that a weak human, turned into a zombie, appeared in the realm of the dead, and then he had the power of the plague, and eventually grew rapidly, becoming the famous Plague Knight.

There are a lot of stories, and this and the other credibility is the highest, and anyway, Plague Knight Pegg is indeed the first spirit to have the power of plague on the side of the dead.

At the top of his scepter is his own heart, known as the source of the plague.

Infected by Peg's pestilence force, unless it is stronger than Peg's, or the infected pestilence is lighter, removing the power of the pestilence at the fastest possible speed, and if it is severely infected, only Peg himself can absorb the power of the pestilence.

And now, the best way is to destroy the source of the plague, take Pegg's scepter from the Skull King, and then destroy the source of the plague, so that the plague that is spreading on the battlefield can be solved once and for all.

Without destroying the source of the plague, all the magicians infected with the plague here will die in the end. The difference is only sooner or later...

The bloody witch is conspiring in the dark, and now the plague knight is getting involved. Lin Yun feels his head is big. If it's just the plague knight getting involved, it's okay, but if the death king behind the plague actually looks here, then it's a total problem.

In the rear of the town, there are only the Lion Heart King and the Forest Elf King now. These two certainly can't do the Dead Spirit King. That is, there is a horrible existence beyond the sky level. That is, now, the passage can't bear the battle of the strong, neither side has sent stronger people into the passage to participate in the battle.

But if, at the end of the day, humans attack back and let the other party completely fail to see the hope of taking down Leviathan's face, the King of the Dead may personally strike, destroy the passage, and let Leviathan's face go directly into the mode of the end.

If you can't get it, then destroy it. The spirits can definitely do it.

This is what's more troublesome now. To avoid this troublesome problem, you have to control the time, control the time of the counterattack back, control the time of the array of six-mang stars. As the channel space is solid, the strong ones who can come to war become stronger and stronger.

The greatest success rate will be achieved by activating the six-mounted array of stars when space is about to be completely stabilized and the channel begins to expand.

It is simply impossible to imagine that the situation is already so bad that it has to be completely controlled, even by the time it develops.

Lin Yun shook his head and started making alchemy.

Medicines to control the spread of the plague are not very difficult, but there are ready-made formulations and methods of making them in the brain, and they are not particularly difficult to make, so that the average creator can formulate them.

After configuring the bottle, Lin Yun directly handed over the preparation of the drug to the gold-plated rose, which was made by the gold-plated rose alchemist.

The prepared drugs are distributed to all the magicians who are infected with the plague according to its strength and weakness.

With this drug, the plague can be contained, at least it will not continue to develop, but if we are to solve the plague, we must find another way.

Taking Pegg's scepter from the Skull King, Lin Yun had confidence to relieve the plague, but the question was how to take it...

Go straight to the Sea of the Dead and kill the Skull King? Don't be ridiculous, Skull King will not be so stupid, around him, the number of flying dead spirits cannot be counted, let alone those on the earth whose tides are as full of earth.

Besides, the ability to eliminate the Lv47 Skull King with the Pegg scepter is an unknown number...

The meeting of the strong was held again, but only this time, it was initiated by Lin Yun.

“I have developed an agent to temporarily control the plague, but it doesn't do much to directly solve the plague.

The source of the plague is from the Plague Knight, strictly speaking, from the Plague Knight's scepter, the scepter in the Skull King's hand. To solve the plague, the only way to destroy the Plague Knight's scepter is to destroy it.

But how to kill the Skull King and take the Plague Knight's scepter, that's a problem. ”

Lin Yun directly told these people what was happening. For a moment, a group of strong people stopped talking. A group of strong people are now infected with the plague, but to varying degrees, they can't even use their full strength, let alone kill the Skull King.

In a single pair of cases, the Skull King with Pegg's scepter could escape from a Tianshi Seven Light Mage alive. The other Tianshi Seven Mages, I'm afraid, have no way to kill the Skull King.

Not to mention countless dead spirits guarding around that Skull King, not millions of dead spirits, but billions of dead spirits.

A group of strong people did not speak and after a few seconds of silence, Grand Duke Zijinghua pointed to the pus on his neck and smiled bitterly.

“Dear Merlin, we have no choice now, even if we want to fight, we are not the rival of the Skull King, and the strong above the seventh heavenly class in this passage cannot fight, plus so many dead spirits, we want to kill that damn dead spirit, impossible...”

Lin Yun frowned and did not speak, thinking about how to kill the Skull King. That firewall can temporarily stop the Dead Sea, but when the firewall dissipates, the Dead Spirit will come back to life. By then, there will be a lot of semi-defunct magicians on the human side. It is only a matter of time before the defensive line is broken.

Just as a group of people were silent, the door to the conference room was pushed open, a white robe with pure white hair and a young magician with a slight smile on his face walked in.

“Dear Merlin, let me introduce myself, my name is Promi, and if you don't mind, let me fight with you. ”

With a slight smile, Promi slowly walked in, seemed to have a slight indulgent temperament, tender eyes, wisdom, as in the eyes of all, a powerful Holy Light Mage should give the impression, no, not to say powerful, but not to feel his strength, but only to feel that wisdom eyes filled with goodwill.

Even if an ordinary person stood in front of him, he could not feel a bit of pressure, he could feel it, like at noon in winter, in the sun, warm, not uncomfortable, not feeling a little malicious, can let go of all vigilance and vigilance...

Promi slowly walked in, Grand Duke of Purple Blossom took the lead and greeted him with a respectable smile.

“Lord Promy, how did you get here personally? This is a troublesome thing to fight for, but, as you know, this passage of overlapping spaces between the Leviathan and the Dead is not yet stable enough to withstand the extraordinary power of the heavenly class 8 strong, and you cannot fight for it.

You haven't recovered in a while and you've never rested. It's already helped us a lot, this... ”

Next to Grand Duke Zijinghua, another magician persuaded, in less than ten seconds, even the brightest Reeves, to persuade.

Lin Yun stood beside him without speaking and with a little admiration.

This Promy, known as the purest Holy Mage of Light, was the only one who stood firm in his faith from beginning to end, after the founder of the Holy Light Alliance had completely disappeared to carry out that never-ending ordeal.

It is firmly believed that the Holy Light Mage must not be measured in terms of destructive power, not in terms of power, but in terms of the contribution of Holy Light to a Holy Light Mage, who is well received by Holy Light, must make a corresponding contribution, which is the only way to seek the true meaning of Holy Light.

In one's imagination, a holy magician who truly represents the Holy Light walking on the earth should have the virtues, all of which Promi has, and in terms of the most demanding requirements, Promi is absolutely perfect.

Humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Promi, measured by the legendary standards of the Saint whose morality demands the highest.

The founder of the Holy Light Alliance never appeared again, and the Mad Dog faction of the Holy Light Alliance began to breed and rebel, and Promi fought heroically for the honor of the Holy Light Alliance in the face of the bloody struggle within the Holy Light Alliance.

But then the civil war intensified, and Promy saw the final outcome of the Holy Light Coalition, which ended with the bloody hands of all the people of the Holy Light Coalition and the total annihilation of the Holy Light Coalition.

Reluctant to see this image, so as a heavenly class 8 strong person, absolutely the strongest of the Holy Light Alliance's understanding of the power of Holy Light, willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the vows of others, so that those who are mad dogs will swear never to retaliate against members of the Holy Light Alliance, not to persecute those magicians who are still pursuing pure Holy Light in various ways because their ideas do not fit.

Since then, Promy has been imprisoned in the deepest cell of the Holy Light Alliance, a cage built specifically for him, where there is no light at all and no light can be felt, and where for a Holy Light Mage, life is worse than death.

Everyone thought Promi might have died there, after all, for thousands of years, inside the Holy Light Coalition, the Holy Light Mages who pursued the idea of Promi, although they had not been wiped out by the mad dogs because of their vows, had lost their rights.

Losing their rights and leaving only their purest selves, these magicians are becoming stronger and stronger, and although they are small in number, they are not randomly swept away.

These wizards became bitter monks, claiming to be priests of salvation, hoping to save Promi one day, convinced that Promi would not extinguish the glow of the Holy Light even for a thousand years in the darkest cells.