Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

At the edge of the wasteland, you can see a piece of rotten land in the distance.

Large tracts of rocks and soil have turned gray and black.

The cracks are spreading in all directions.

There was a hazy gray mist floating there.

He could vaguely see clearly that there were woods in the fog, or in other words, things that looked like trees. They were all dark in color and twisted into strange shapes that looked like devil's claws.

It was like a thorn magnified many times, with sharp thorns growing out from each joint of the branches, first piercing the sky, and then bending down.

In the forest, there are shadowy undead creatures wandering around, and there are dots of green will-o'-the-wisps flying among them.

And behind the thorny jungle several feet high is a thick black fog that connects to the sky.

Under that wall of fog, the thorny jungle seemed so small.

Just looking at it gave Alphonse a feeling of heart palpitations.

But he couldn't tell where the Lord of the Barrier, Kasobia at dusk, was.

It's still far away, and the range of spiritual expansion cannot reach there.

The location we are in now is still the safe zone that Sharibel said.

If you move forward and step onto the corrupted land, the army of dead souls will be attracted and surround you.

It's like there is an insurmountable boundary. They will not step into the desert, and the living cannot enter the boundary.

Fantalia is like a huge cage, imprisoning the half-demon race in this desert.

With the restricted air domain, there is no way to escape from the sky by flying.

"Fantalia is blocked by this fog wall that leads to the outside world." Sharibel raised his hand and pointed at the fog wall from a distance, "Those dead souls are all half-demon tribe who once wanted to escape from Fantalia."

"Where is Kasobia?" Alphonse turned around and asked.

"When a living person steps into the border, it will appear." Sharibel replied, "I will deal with it with you, Lord Saint!"

Alphonse nodded. Sharibel possessed the artifact scimitar and was very powerful in combat. He could be of some help.

Helnot also brought the Hell Knight who had been transformed into a statue.

King versus king, pretty good.

It would be troublesome to come here alone and be distracted from dealing with the undead.

"I can't feel any powerful aura at all, but I can sense some rotten smell. Will Cassobia really appear?" The magic sword Falbankus has turned into a glove and covered Al. Fang Si said with his hands on his hands, but still couldn't change his habit of talking.

"It's normal that you idiot can't sense it!" Ozizangus, the artifact scimitar, said quietly.

"You!" Demon Sword was scolded, and he immediately wanted to spit it back.

But before he could curse, Alphonse scolded him, "Don't bicker!"

Demon Sword could only shut up angrily.

Ozizangus lost all the meaning of yin and yang, and quietly sensed the breath of the distance.

Alphonse could already sense that Hernot was extremely nervous. The old fox still cherished his life. If things went wrong, he would definitely run away.

Sharibel summoned his shadow creature, which was a gargoyle-like shadow with bat wings.

Without his order, the dark elves who could summon shadow creatures summoned their own shadow beasts.

However, they do not simply use the shadow creatures as summoned beasts and instruct them to fight together, but merge with themselves.

In an instant, the shapes of the dark elves also became weird.

These shadow creatures are slightly different from those condensed by Alphonse using the aura of death. The aura of death is not too strong. Everyone can only control one, but they can strengthen their own shadow creatures by killing their opponents.

When he was in the City of Ease, Alphonse had already asked Sharibel that he could not use such a method. Under the inspiration of the gods, they used magic to completely bind a shadow creature and coexist with it.

But Alphonse didn't use magic at all to control the shadow creatures.

"Sela, you stay at the border later and don't go deep. As long as you don't rush out, Kasobia won't target you." Sharibel warned, he didn't want his sister to be in danger.

He also knew that during the past few days, his sister stayed with Alphonse just because he wanted to leave an heir for Alphonse. If something unexpected happened, he would always have something to think about.

Sierra bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Don't worry, we will definitely defeat Kasobia!" Alphonse laughed and comforted Sera, "I will never die for our children!"

For a few days, whenever it was time to rest, she and Sera had an affair with each other to the death. It was only in the two days when she was approaching the border that she stopped pursuing her.

Alphonse also understood what she was thinking. The war was imminent, so he still gave himself time to recharge his batteries.

Regardless of whether she is pregnant or not, it is always right to comfort her.

"Be careful." Sierra hugged Alphonse again.

"Yeah." Alphonse put his arms around her and patted her on the back.

"Vitina, help me take care of Sera and never let her go deep into the border." Sharibel gave another order to Vitina.

Knowing that Vitina did not really betray her, Sharibel had settled the differences with her and allowed Vitina to return to the Dark Church.

"Okay." Vitina nodded in agreement.

"My lord, let the Hell Knight be the vanguard." Hernault interjected, and then recited the incantation.

In the blink of an eye, the statue brought over turned into Cleo, the Hell Knight with green fire all over his body.

"Hernot, how dare you imprison me again without my consent?" As soon as Thucleo recovered, he roared dissatisfied at Hernot, and the hell horse beside him also started to scream. Bright green sparks spurted out of his nostrils.

Hearing Hucleo's words, Hernot suddenly showed a flattering smile on his face, but did not answer.

In the past, he had to rely on the Hell Knight to help him kill his enemies, and he had to support the Hell Knight without going too far, but now it was different.

"Shut up!" Demon Sword scolded, "Cleo, go kill those undead!"

"Yes, Sir Farbankus! I will obey your order!" Facing the magic sword Farbankus, Hell Knight Hucleo's attitude changed instantly. He responded respectfully and jumped up. He grabbed the hell horse, slashed his blood-red sword, and rushed out.

"We're coming too!" Alphonse took the lead, following closely behind the Hell Knight Cleo, who flew out.

Sharibel rushed out with all the dark elves.

"Up, up, up! Kill me!" Hernot waved his hand and gave an urgent order.

The half-demon troops from the City of Anle charged forward. Hernot shouted in joy, but he fell behind.

As soon as the Hell Knight stepped onto the border, the undead in the thorny jungle swarmed out and surrounded him.

The long years have turned them into gray-black skeletons, but they are not like the cannon fodder summoned by the necromancer. Each one is wrapped in a strange black mist, which is shocking.

But this does not mean that they can stop the Hell Knight. As the red light flashes, dead bones are scattered in all directions.

Alphonse was no slower than the Hell Knight. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Shadow Earth Dragon. In an instant, countless huge thorns emerged from the gray-black ground, smashing countless undead souls into pieces.

At this moment, a vague, yet deafening voice suddenly came from nowhere, "Sinner! Don't leave!"

Vague, with a hollow echo and a chill that makes your skin crawl.

Accompanied by the sound of words, an extremely tall figure emerged from the thick fog. (End of chapter)