Dragon Who Controls Time

This was a dark day that was destined to be recorded in history.

The Black Gate floating in the air was like the gate to hell. Boundless death Qi rolled out, covering the sky and casting the world into darkness.

Wherever the aura of death passed, the rivers would dry up and the flowers and plants would wither.

Even the mountains were walking towards death, and the heavy rocks slowly turned into gray dust.

Accompanying these scenes was a black ocean-like Army.

Liches, skeletons, undead, burning skulls, gargoyles, undead Dragons ... The countless undead creatures were the most numerous Warriors in this Army, but there were also human spellcasters, orcs, and even elves.

These were the followers and subjects of the Lord of oblivion.

There were more than a dozen demigod existences among them. As the leaders of the death Army, they took direct orders from the death god.

The king of The Walking Dead was not an undeserved name. His Army was strong enough to destroy both the Netheril Empire and the sunflower territory at the same time. Whether it was high-end combat power or comprehensive strength, the death Army was far superior to the forces in the main material world.

Moreover, this was definitely not the entire combat power of the god of death Kingdom. They were only a portion.

It was not just that.

Ferlin's earth began to shake.

This was especially true for the cemeteries and barren mountains.

There seemed to be a creature struggling to move under the soil. After a while, the soil finally broke open, revealing a bloody and rotten body with only bones.

The dead returned from the kingdom of death. Under countless horrified gazes, they silently burst towards Netheril's land and joined the Army of death.

"It's finally starting."

"This is a real war."

In the quiet Valley, the silver Dragon raised its head and looked at the place where the boundless power of death gathered. It squinted at the teleportation gates that lay in the sky.

At this moment, Faerun was a little similar to the battle between the main timeline Dragon and the elves.

The God's army had a precise target and was large in scale. They would not attack ordinary people, but they would not control the power of the aftermath that was unintentionally released. If they were affected, they could only admit that they were unlucky.

Unless you wanted to try to take revenge on a God, what else could you do other than admit that you were unlucky?

Garen's Canyon was also corroded by the power of death.

The originally beautiful Canyon was also shrouded in the aura of death. At this time, many of the scenery was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the Lord of the end of all things releasing his extraordinary divine power to affect the environment, turning Faerun's environment into a home ground suitable for his death Army to play.

It was difficult for the gods to exert their great power in the main material world.

But this didn't mean that he couldn't show it.

When a God, a great divine power, was determined to destroy the forces of the Prime Material Plane, his Fury would make the entire world tremble.

"Teacher, you are indeed the Lord of oblivion."

Karsus, who was also in the canyon, came up to garen and said in a low voice.

this God led the Felin sunflower and Nethery to war.

his hands were stained with the blood of Arcanists like me.

While speaking, Karsus 'tone was very calm, but garen could see that there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes. It was the flame of anger, the anger of a Grand Arcanist towards a God.

then, try to make 'him' pay the price for this.

The silver Dragon lowered its eyes and looked at Karsus.

"Karsus, my proud disciple, are you ready?"

Karsus nodded solemnly.

"I'm 100% confident that I'll be able to successfully perform the God Ascension Art."

now, we're just waiting for the Lord of oblivion to be distracted. I'll make him pay a painful price for this.

He said word by word.

Garen nodded slightly, and at the same time, his huge body stood up, his dragon wings slowly spread out, and he smiled, " "I've been silent for a long time. It's time to move my muscles and bones."

While they were talking.

The magic net all over Faerun began to tremble violently.

Boundless elemental energy erupted, sweeping across the land like a tidal wave, dispelling the endless power of death, and the sky that was covered by darkness regained its brightness.

Other than that.

The Arcanists of nether, and the Felin sunflower of the sunflower domain.

At the same time, they were pleasantly surprised to find that their connection with the magic net seemed to have deepened. They could mobilize more elemental energy, making it easier to cast spells and obtaining more power than before.

However, the four portals connected to the god of death's Kingdom were guarded by demigods, and they still stood tall.

At the same time, a teleportation gate formed by magic was activated again.

Nagas, murlocs, orcs, elves, humans ... The spellcaster Army of various races stepped out of the city and descended on the border of Netheril's territory, silently guarding it.

The Army from the [ heart of runes ], the divine Kingdom of Mithril, had arrived.

Every soldier here was a spellcaster, and across the sky and earth, they confronted the army of death from a distance.

The goddess of magic's Oracle descended at the same time, indicating that she would not ignore the Lord of the end's unreasonable persecution of Arcanists and Felin sunflower, as these two races had their own people and believers.

Under the call of the goddess of magic, many Felin sunflower and Arcanists rushed to the battlefield and stood on the side of the spell Legion.