Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

Silla and Su Mingli didn't stay here for long before they set out on their journey to the Hell's Gate again.

The two of them have walked this route before, and the hardships and difficulties they encountered are still vivid in their minds.

But the situation is different now. The more than 6,000 obsidian puppets around the two are enough to slaughter everything with blood, and the surrounding scenery has completely disappeared, leaving only scorched earth.

The two of them just kept on walking.

The village that was once invaded by plunderers could not escape the invasion of hell.

The bamboo forest had long since turned to ashes, and the giant panda was gone.

"When I find a bamboo forest again, I will definitely take two away."

Silla passed by, leaving only this sentence, and then set off on the road again.

There is no snow on the ten thousand meter high snow mountain. The ice dragon that once chased Sla has long been dead, and its huge skeleton is buried underground.

"It was this guy that chased me and forced me to use long-range TP. Now it's dead too."

Silla looked at the dragon bone, walked up and pulled it off. After a while, Silla had harvested several pieces of dragon bones, and the huge skeleton disappeared.

Just as Silla was about to leave, he suddenly saw a blue light. Silla stopped and dug up the soil that buried the dragon bones.

A light blue egg, emitting a slight chill in the soil.

Silla walked forward and touched it. This was not a dropped item. Instead, it was the remaining eggs after the dragons reproduced and built their nests.

"It seems that this dragon is a good mother."

"He was infected by my withering corruption at the time, and he wasn't going to live long anyway."

While Silla and Su Mingli were asking and answering questions, they put away the ice dragon's eggs.

"Give this egg to Feng Xiao."

Su Mingli also nodded. She already had enough beasts around her, so she didn't need this ice dragon egg.

"But how is my sister going to control this ice dragon?"

"Without the world of consciousness, it is impossible to draw a contract."

"It's very simple. All you need is a dragon flute and a dragon horn."

Silla said, and remembered one more thing.

"If all else fails, you can also use a teleportation crystal."

"Nanae seems to be able to speak Dragon Language, right? If communication is inconvenient in the future, you can let Nanae convey it."

Having said that, Silla put the dragon egg into his backpack and continued on his way.

Another two days and one night of trekking followed. Su Mingli announced to the public that they were in seclusion after their breakthrough, so no one came to disturb them.

Today, the two of them finally returned to the familiar coordinates.

"It looks like the Woodland Mansion is gone too."

Su Mingli looked at the dilapidated ruins in front of him and the stone roof hanging high in the sky, and said lightly.

"I wonder where Amon moved his disaster villagers? Or maybe they are all dead."

Silla smiled and looked at the purple light reaching the sky in the distance. He stopped and created several thousand more obsidian puppets, bringing the total to ten thousand.

Silla looked at the obsidian puppets all over the mountains. The purple lines on them were shining and reflecting each other, which had a unique beauty.

"Let's cast a spell to announce our arrival."

As Silla finished speaking, except for the obsidian puppets on the periphery that were blocking the attacking hell army, the remaining more than 8,000 obsidian puppets began to cast spells in unison.

Magical patterns were drawn all over the sky in mid-air, and finally combined into a vast magic. Blue light waves emerged from the center of the magic.

huh~

The apostles looked at the light in the sky and did not move, but drew up a defensive formation.

Accompanied by a sharp sound that shattered the eardrums, the apostles felt as if the world had gone silent, and the blue magic that penetrated the sky and the earth directly hit the army of hell.

As the light fell, all the hell troops within ten thousand square meters on the ground turned into ashes.

"The magic of the Human Federation War Association."

"Haha, I didn't expect that after more than 8000 years, I could still see such magic."

"The erasure magic specifically targeting Hell is still very powerful."

"Kosen, you should remember that this magic always appears just before the human army counterattacks."

The apostles whispered to each other, but no one wanted to save the cannon fodder below, and no one went up to wipe off the magic lines.

They just stood in front of the gate of hell and protected it with a magic shield, otherwise this thing would blow the gate of hell out on the spot.

If this thing falls near the gate of hell, it can directly close the gate of hell the moment it is bombarded.

The Human Federation was able to drive away Hell by using this trick. The Human King sacrificed himself and, through the hands of the King of the End of the World, set an order in the main world that prohibited the construction of Hell Gates.

The human army's counterattack was to first use this magic to force the gates of hell closed, and then send a large army to invade and fight a war of annihilation.

But Silla didn't know that this thing could close the gate to hell. He cast this magic purely to clear away the clutter.

"We meet again."

When the twelve apostles heard the voice, they all looked up and looked in the direction where the voice came from. They saw Su Mingli floating in the air in a state of fusion with Sla.

In just one year, Silla once again stood at the enemy's gate. This time all 12 apostles were there, but Silla did not feel any pressure at all.

It is possible that the death line of the Twelve Apostles in the Nine Eyes of Heaven is too conspicuous, or it may be the confidence that the order brought to Silla.

In short, Silla is very calm now.

"Now that you're here, let's get started."

Amon looked at Silla and raised his hand. Countless magic emerged and colorful particles moved around it.

boom!

Amon took the lead, using all his killing moves, including the spatial blade that could cut through everything, the vortex that shattered the earth into pieces, the blazing flames, and the fierce explosion.

Such a huge energy momentum disappeared only after a few minutes. A huge pit a thousand meters deep appeared on the ground. Silla stood above the huge pit, motionless.

"Look, what a familiar energy fluctuation!"

【/effect @s Resistance 600 50】

[Generate command, give 'Zilla' 600 seconds of resistance*51 effect]

Silla said in an amazed tone while typing out instructions.

【/effect @s speed 6000 199】

[Generate command, give 'Zilla' 200 seconds of speed * effect]

"Back then, I couldn't withstand any of these attacks."

【/effect @s strength 6000 199】

[Command generated, giving 'Silla' 200 seconds of strength * effect]

"It's different now. It's completely different."

boom!

As the visible air wave passed by, Silla remained unchanged on the surface, but the feeling of oppression rushed into the hearts of the apostles.

"Amon, your death line is on your chest."

Silla had appeared next to Amon without knowing when, and slashed with the bone knife, cutting Amon in half.

The other apostles were all shocked. They didn’t realize how Silla got to their side, so they all attacked in a hurry.

"Haha, I knew that the death attack could kill you instantly."

"No matter how powerful you are, you are just toys of the world's rules."

Silla was like a child who had succeeded in an experiment, chuckling happily and paying no attention to the attacks from the apostles.

As all the energy subsided again, Silla looked at the apostles.

"Are you done? It's my turn now."

Zheng!

There was a hint of amusement in his purple eyes, reflecting the conspicuous death line of the apostles.

Just a slight scratch and everything would fall apart.