Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 127 Single-handedly ending the war
The Dark Sword Master was filled with fear from the depths of his soul, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.

Thinking of his provocative words just now, the dark swordworms in his body huddled together, not daring to make any harsh sounds.

Why.
This human has the aura of a king.
fake?

Impossible, this dark aura far surpasses all the higher dark creatures he has ever seen.

Only the Dark Lord could possess this level of power.

The dark plane is a world with extremely clear class divisions. If the lower class dares to challenge the higher class, they will only have one way to go, and that is death.

The absolute law of strength creates the class gradient of the dark plane.

The Dark Sword Master is considered a noble in the dark plane, but in front of the Dark King, he is no different from a bastard.

Not to mention that all his power was bestowed by the Dark King.

"You should be able to see that this pyramid is fake, just a trick of light and shadow. Why are you guarding here?"

Lin Ling stood on the top of the pyramid's shadow, his body surrounded by a thick dark aura, as if the shadow had woven an invisible royal robe for him.

A cold black flame danced in the pupil of his left eye, like a gaze from the underworld, the black flame swayed, undying and endless.

"This is. This is," the Dark Sword Master said intermittently.

The flickering black flame in Lin Ling's left eye suddenly stopped, and the Dark Sword Master instantly fell to the ground, wailing in pain. The dark sword worms in his body were gradually dying, and it was the absolutely cold darkness that eroded him.

"King, this is Khufu's order. He wants this land to return to his rule. Please, spare me."

In the face of the Dark Lord's authority, advanced dark creatures like the Dark Sword Master are like lambs to be slaughtered.

After saying this, the Dark Sword Master felt the pain that was gnawing at his soul gradually ease.

Lin Ling looked at the somewhat illusory mirage pyramid.

This kind of thing can at most fool low-level undead creatures and some undead creatures with lower intelligence.

How could he not see it when he saw the Dark Sword Master in front of him, whose strength had reached the sub-monarch level?

If one wants to protect the glory of the pharaoh, one should do so in front of the real pyramid, not in front of the false throne.

"The crime of deceiving the emperor is punishable by death."

"No! King!"

Lin Ling suddenly clenched his fist, as if strangling the Dark Sword Master's lifeblood.

The huge Dark Sword Master let out a wail and turned into a pool of black ash. His soul was torn apart by power and his strength was completely drained away.

What's left is naturally just an empty shell.

A black aurora suddenly descended over the illusory pyramid, and the twisting power of darkness made the pyramid twist even more illusory.

boom!
Like a dreamlike bubble, this pyramid created by a trick of light and shadow completely disappeared.

Without the pyramid, the awakened dead lost the motivation to move forward. They dug holes in the earth and dived back into the endless dark world of the dead.

"Ha~ha~"

Lin Ling covered his heart with his hands, his face looked a little ugly and pale, and in this scorching weather of over 30 degrees, he was actually shivering.

The moment the dark authority was withdrawn, his heart seemed to be frozen by the chill from the Nine Nether Hell. The coldness that penetrated deep into his soul and bones made it impossible for him to breathe.

"So that's why you gave me some of your authority."

Lin Ling now understood why Wen Tai wanted to share some of the Dark King's power with him.

The more you come into contact with darkness, the deeper you sink into it.

Wen Tai wanted to use this method to tell him something extremely secret. He had indeed seen the long black river standing tall above the azure sky.

But now, the sky is completely cloudless.
"The storm is coming. Is the turmoil about to begin?"

After the mirage was resolved, the army of Pushini City had a smooth journey and soon arrived at Lin Ling's location.

When they realized that it was Lin Ling who ended the war, Finner realized how funny his previous words were.

Can't one person decide the war?
But for a mortal like her.

When one's strength reaches the level of Lin Ling, transcending rules and constraints, everything in the world is like a plaything in his hand.

Even the fury of war was but a chessboard played by his fingertips. Victory or defeat, life or death, rise or fall, all depended on his single thought, as if the laws of heaven and earth bowed to him.

The E-level training was completed perfectly. The number of deaths in the city of Pushini while resisting the mirage was the lowest in the history of the E-level.

It can be said to be a miracle.

And the people of Puschini will always remember the man who created the miracle.

With this, the Dragon Kingdom government team went to the Water City first and temporarily separated from the Parthenon.

This made Mo Fan sad. If Lin Ling and Zhao Manyan hadn't forcibly dragged him onto the plane, he would have probably wanted to stay and accompany Ye Xinxia to other places to provide medical support.

Water City, the official designated hotel of the World Capital Contest - Water Elf Hotel.

Lin Ling stood by the window and looked into the distance. The Tyrant Mountains, like the back of a black dragon, were clinging to the earth.

Deep in the Tyrant Mountains, lives an emperor-level black dragon king - Austin.

Thinking of the fate of the Black Dragon Emperor in the original novel, Lin Ling lamented that he suffered the loss because he appeared too early.

If he appeared later, with his emperor-level strength and true dragon bloodline, it would be hard to believe that Su Lu could gain the upper hand.

Huh? A white-haired girl suddenly appeared in my field of vision, leaving the hotel and walking off into the distance.

“It’s almost that time.”

"Here you are?" Pan Xi leaned against a street lamp, looking at Mu Ningxue walking towards her.

The pure silver-white hair was faintly mixed with a few strands of dark black hair.

"It seems that your compatibility with Sha Gong is getting better and better. Even your hair color has reversed." Pan Xi stepped forward and wanted to touch Mu Ningxue's hair, but Mu Ningxue turned her head away and even kept a distance from her.

Pansy stood there in a daze for a moment, her face turning gloomy.

"You should know very well that your current strength is a gift from the Mu family, not your personal efforts. In other words, your existence belongs to the Mu family." Pan Xi said slowly, and returned to her relaxed and comfortable look just now.

"What did you want to do? You contacted me specifically and asked me to come here."

Mu Ningxue asked cautiously. They were currently in a small park where almost no one came.

Most people are attracted by the upcoming World Cup.

Mu Ningxue naturally recognized the sinister-looking man in front of her.

The growth of the Sha Bow in her body to its current level is inseparable from the small amount of Sha Bow fragments that Pan Xi brings her every once in a while. Every time she absorbs these fragments, her cultivation level will be increased to a certain extent.

In a sense, Pansy was right. A large part of her cultivation was indeed due to the Sha Bow.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

　Some parts were too boring because they were too watery, so I skipped some of them. It turns out that fast-paced writing is not easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)