At the moment when the opponent's huge fist hit the top of his head, an invisible boundary blocked the powerful blow as many people had imagined. But before he could do anything else, he suddenly felt that his mind was suddenly hit by something with a sledgehammer. "Buzz!" His entire consciousness went blank!
He stared blankly at the fist above his head, as if it had followed something slightly, and then it pierced through his "boundary"!
The power of the rules was forcibly broken by pure physical force!
The huge fist seemed to have forcibly squeezed into a space with great resistance. Although the speed was much slower, the force had a real effect in front of him. The deflected fist hit the ground in front of him, brushed the tip of his nose, and blasted a large pit in the ground in front of him!
The huge shockwave sent many stiff bodies flying backwards. However, at this moment, he could not feel anything at all. The empty consciousness in his mind had not recovered at all. All he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he could not even see anything!
"Plop."
Many fell to the ground, only to find that their bodies were stiff and could not even move. He tried to turn his head sideways and saw that the huge Caucasian troll seemed to be wondering why his attack had deviated from the intended direction. But it seemed that his IQ was not enough to understand this matter. After pulling his fist out of the huge pit in the ground, he used all his strength for the second time and hit Gruul's head!
Was it over just like that?
Many people's eyes could only be half-opened, and they did not even have the strength to lift their arms. It was not that they did not have the strength, but they were completely stiff, as if they were numb after being electrocuted. Their bodies were not under any control at this moment!
Could it be that they were still not proficient in using this power?
Many people's eyes rolled up uncontrollably. This was a precursor to fainting. Many people hated this feeling, but at this moment, they really could not control their bodies. And just as they were about to lose consciousness, the Caucasian troll in front of them suddenly disappeared!
What happened?
Many people only saw what seemed to be a dazzling flash of light. The huge light was reflected in their retinas in a ring, and it did not disappear for a long time until they lost consciousness.
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"I have to say, these human cities are indeed very sturdy."
Eccleston stroked his chin and looked down at the sand table in front of him. The city wall of Sirius was like a mountain range. Facing the endless attacks of the undead army, it seemed as though it would never be breached. In the eyes of an undead commander, this seemed to be a very interesting challenge.
"Tell me the truth. Why did you restrict the undead's ability to attack the city when you're sending them to their deaths?"
"It's obvious that the council doesn't intend to let them attack Xilias right now."
The radiance of the scepter in Saville's hand had dimmed a lot recently. This was due to the frequent use of Space Teleportation. However, the scepter had been resting recently. From time to time, Saville would use mana crystals to slowly replenish the energy consumed by the scepter.
"You're so confident even if you can't break it?
If we want to take down this city, we'll have to invest at least ten times more troops than we have now, and this is just an optimistic guess. "Although Chris was a mage, it was necessary to master tactics in the Undead Plane, because every powerhouse had their own ocean-like undead army under them." To be honest, I'm very interested in your parliament. "
"I suggest you not to be interested."
Saville's words sounded cold, but looking at his expression, Chris felt that he was talking to himself.
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At the same time, on a small island in the Boundless Sea.
This island was shrouded in fog all year round, and the surrounding sea was bottomless. No one knew what kind of dangerous high-level or even top-level magical beasts were lurking in the sea. In short, this area wasn't marked in the human world's sea maps because no ships dared to sail to this sea … Or rather, the ships that sailed to this sea had yet to return.
Looking at this island from five to six nautical miles away, one could vaguely see the outline of the mountain range in the fog. Black peaks peeked out from the edge of the clouds from time to time, and the deep color revealed a chilling aura. It was like a dormant giant beast lying quietly in the corner of this world.
There weren't any archipelagos or islets around the island, only a huge circular area shrouded in fog. Its surface area was huge, about one-third of Saint-Rames' land area. If there was a word to describe the situation on the island, it would be 'strange'.
Forest?
There are.
Lake?
There are too.
Mountain range?
There are too.
At first glance, the entire island seemed to be no different from the other islands. But only when one was there would one realize the difference — silence!
Extreme silence!
There were no chirps of insects or birds, only the rustling of the leaves when the breeze blew through the forest and the occasional sound of raindrops landing on the leaves.
All that was left was silence.
There seemed to be no animals here, except for … the old guys on the huge mountain peak in the middle of the island.
At the center of the island was a huge mountain that rose from the ground. Its shape was far beyond imagination. It was like a stick that fell from the sky and stabbed into the ground. The steep cliff made the mountain look difficult to climb. It seemed that the only way to reach the top of the mountain was to fly.
But after getting closer, one would realize that there were many large and small caves at the bottom of the 'mountain peak'. These caves were man-made, and there were clear traces of construction on them. Around the circular mountain peak, there was a river that looked like a moat. It seemed that this place was an extremely amazing fortress!
There were densely packed buildings and caves on the mountain peak. At the edge, there were some stone stairs that were directly chiseled along the mountain wall. One side was a solid mountain, and the edge of the stone stairs was a cliff that overlooked the entire island, with a drop of more than a hundred or even a thousand meters!
If one looked up at the sky from here, one would see that the clouds in the sky were slowly rotating around the mountain peak that stretched straight into the sky, and there were no signs of them dispersing!
This island had another name: 'The Land of Forgotten'.
This mountain peak had another name: 'The Torch of Judgment'.
Speaking of which, the shape of the mountain peak really did look like the torch in the hands of a certain God. But it was obvious that this was not the base of the Luminous Vatican, and the so-called 'judgment' would not be the 'judgment' of those heretics!
This was where the Undead Council was located, the gathering place of the entire upper class of the undead!
An ancient and desolate aura filled the air. At this moment, inside the 'Torch of Judgment', a guy wearing a crown and holding a dagger in his hand slowly raised his head. Two faint red lights suddenly appeared in his originally dark eye sockets.
This was a hollow stone room inside the mountain. It was vast and boundless, as if it was hollow. There seemed to be a few pillars of light cast down from above. This place was somewhat similar to the structure of the Dragon Territory. And in this stone room, there were several huge stone chairs.
The stone chairs stood alone on several stone pillars that rose from the ground. It seemed that if one wanted to go up, they would have to climb up from the bottom.
There were a total of six stone chairs arranged in a circle. Currently, five of the chairs were empty. Only one stone chair had a figure quietly sitting on it.
Each of the six stone chairs had a unique shape, and the one in front of them was the standard shape of a throne.