Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 147 Love, not war

Messi, who is composed of thousands of resentful spirits and is full of fierceness, of course, cannot show mercy just because of a confusing statement from his opponent.

This wasteland ball king is an undead creature born and raised in the Land of Soul Cracking, not a Goryeo stick from a distant earth-so, the word "fake match" never exists in its dictionary!
Seeing Cristiano retreating in the air, Messi glared and let out a mournful cry, condensing the ghostly gray fog around him into a giant hand that reaches the sky, and grabbed the giant frost dragon in front——

——This is the most classic signature spell in the Necromancer system: "Death Grip"!
As we all know, in the necromancer system with the core theme of driving undead creatures, there are extremely limited spells with direct damage, and the notorious "Grip of Death" is also an auxiliary spell that is not harmful but has obvious tactical effects :
The function of "Death Grip" is to use the magic power of the ghost to forcibly pull the target closer. It can be called a versatile skill that can protect the enemy when advancing, and attack teammates when retreating;
And Messi's tactical intentions are also very clear: it has never expected to use its necromancer magic, which is not good at destructive power, to cause much actual damage to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Frost Dragon; The distance with Cristiano is shortened, and then with the advantage of the home court of the Nether Gray Mist, directly crush the opponent's heart with strong fear!

For Messi, who condenses strong fear and resentment, the means of defeating the enemy are not only physical and magic, but also spiritual damage and brilliance, which are also the meaning of the title of this battle of Tianwangshan!

——It has to be said that Messi, who chooses the battlefield in the land of broken souls, really occupies a too fierce home court advantage: in any other area of ​​the mainland, it is absolutely impossible to kill a six-headed man with mental attacks alone. Super giant dragon, but only in the southern wilderness where I can use thousands of years of resentment, Messi is confident that he can scare this stupid big lizard out of myocardial infarction, cerebral hemorrhage and urinary incontinence!
The great era of long-range magic shots and long-range spells has come to an end, and the current time on the court belongs to the dangerous fight of mental attacks and close-ups!

Seeing the "Hand of God" of the "Grip of Death" coming towards him, Cristiano did not dare to neglect, and spit out a dragon voice syllable, the bright frost crown, accompanied by flying snowflakes, condensed again on the top of the dragon head forming—

Immune to magic!

However, the elemental crown that was supposed to resist the "Grip of Death" failed this time.

Because Messi had noticed this terrible "temporary immunity" a long time ago, he specially made his "death grip" stagnate in the air for a moment before grabbing the enemy;
And it was this critical feint that allowed Cristiano to sacrifice the frost crown in vain, but failed to resist any spells. After two seconds passed and the crown collapsed, the ghostly giant palm made of gray mist shook. Arriving late, he pinched Cristiano's scaly body!

Once "Death Grip" is recruited, any magic immunity will no longer be effective;
The huge Frost Dragon, dragged by the magic power of the ghost, twisted in the air, and flew towards Messi helplessly like a felon who was escorted by the police officer Sir;
The terrifying face of the Wasteland Wraith rapidly expanded in Cristiano's field of vision——

With a "poof", Cristiano's entire dragon was "swallowed" by Messi's huge spirit body, like a giant dragon doll suspended in a bubble, or an epic dragon sealed in amber. giant mosquito.

After swallowing his opponent into his body, Messi didn't hesitate any longer, and roared:

"Come...feel your heart...the strongest fear!"

The strong ghost magic power surged like a tide. Under the stimulation of this powerful magic power, Cristiano's body trembled involuntarily. The fear hidden in the deepest part of his heart would surge up from the bottom of the deep sea of ​​memory——

However, Cristiano suddenly became agitated, and his eyes instantly became clear.

"I said, can you stop spreading these negative energy things all the time?" The giant frost dragon yelled loudly in Messi's belly, "You are no less powerful than me, can you promote it more? Optimistic, positive, upward values?"

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.

Messi let out a strange cry of "Wow", and spit out Cristiano from his stomach; it stared at the sixth-order dragon with a dumbfounded expression like a ghost.

"Why...why!" Messi yelled angrily, "Why don't you have any fear in your heart?!"

This wasteland wraith was puzzled: the power of his resentment was enough to arouse the deepest negative emotions in any creature's heart, making them become severely mentally ill amidst remorse, fear and sadness;

But the frost dragon Cristiano, who was swallowed by it, didn't seem to be affected by negative emotions at all!
All this, why? !

Messi can't take it!

"Young wraith, the reason why I won't be knocked down by fear is because I have already left behind those low-level pursuits and shallow emotions..." Cristiano flapped his wings and retreated a little in the air, He smiled lightly and looked far away, "My soul has already been sublimated in contemplation and meditation, and I have realized the truth about life..."

Messi: "???"

"Young resentful spirit, I used to be like you, letting anger, killing and hatred occupy my heart..." Cristiano's faucet was bathed in the sunlight of the wasteland, like a fairy descending from the earth, "But in the end I Only then did I realize that everything is false, everything is an illusion, the avenger is nothing but rotten weeds, and the murderer is turned into ashes, only love and harmony will last forever..."

Messi opened his mouth and closed it again.

The eyes of this wasteland wraith can be said to be quite frightening now.

In the Shadow Realm, the Shuangfengling scum who were watching the battle and eating melons also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Is this dragon brain funny?" Master Laurie asked.

"Is this dragon crazy?" Wilson asked.

"Pure idiot." Wei Erfu rolled her eyes.

"It may be because of mental problems after staying at home for a long time..." The lord said dryly, "Or it is too old-according to my experience, sometimes the elderly seem to like to believe in Buddhism Ah, eat vegetarian or something..."

And outside the Shadow Realm, in the thick fog of darkness, Cristiano continued to say calmly:

"Young resentful spirit, on the way here, I have calmed down the karmic fire in my heart... I am not here to fight you to the death, nor to snatch the treasure that emits magical fluctuations— ——I am no longer thinking about these extraneous things like ordinary dragons... It's just that it's very impolite for you to disturb my meditation with magic power fluctuations; my wish is to be able to persuade you and let you live In the middle, you must have kind thoughts for others..."

Messi was shocked to find that at a certain moment, he actually had the fucking urge to apologize to this big lizard...

Is this... is this the legendary dragon that slaughtered the elf guards and occupied the elf treasure house?

The direction of this plot... It seems that he is not right?

(End of this chapter)