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Volume 1 I am the Devil Chapter 408 Road of Frost

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    On the earth, standing in the center of the endless army of undead, Merlin raised his head with trembling body, looking at the aloof and indifferent figure in the sky, with a painful expression on his face.  "Oh my god, Artoriawhat happened? Why did it become like this?" But Artoria ignored the old man's fear. She raised the sword in her hand, feeling the power she had never felt before.  Strength, murmuring, "I won't fail." The huge iceberg cracked behind her.  The thousands-meter-high iceberg of the Ice Throne shattered into countless cracks.  Then the huge pieces of ice that peeled off and exploded fell down like meteorites. Amidst the earth-shattering noise, a huge black bone claw poked out from the ice.  Later, the head, wings, body  When the behemoth of the hundred -meter -long meter roared and made a loud noise, the blue soul flame ignited its whole body.  Under the death power of the Lich King, the resurrected Frost Bone Dragon knelt down without any choice and swore allegiance to Artoria.  This is the ancient evil god who died in Qin Hao's hands ten thousand years ago. Its body fell here together with Qin Hao.  But Qin Hao didn't die, and it didn't die either. It was just locked in the ice throne by Qin Hao with endless pain and torture.  At this time, with the birth of the Lich King, Qin Hao released the seal of the evil god, allowing it to wake up from its slumber and be enslaved by Artoria.  Standing on top of the frost dragon, Arturia looked at the distant sky, clenched the sword in her hand, "This time, I will not fail again!" And her power was quickly put to use.  .  When she brought Merlin back to the camp, she saw an eerie silence, and a fishy smell wafted in the air.  Merlin's expression changed instantly.  The old wizard rushed into the camp and screamed in horror, "Evil GodyouMelworth! Why are you here?" Arturia walked into the camp with a cold expression.  I saw corpses and blood all over the ground, as well as the smiling woman sitting at the top of the tent.  The demonic eyes of the evil god showed the superiority of looking down at the ants. The evil god looked at the frightened Merlin, enjoying the terror of the mortals.  "Of course I'm here to hunt you down, princess and guardian of the gods of Bulie. With your status, do you still want us to ignore you? Isn't it normal to eradicate the weeds? Even if it's to completely destroy Bulie.  Dian. We can't let you two threaten us, right?" The Evil God licked the blood in his hands and said with a smile, "Or do you really think that you can escape our pursuit by hiding here?"  Ya Leng snorted and walked straight forward, "Pursuit? Are you sure you are chasing me? Not sending me to death?" The evil god's expression turned cold, "Princess of Buli Dian, are you stupid? Or do you know that the sky is the limit?  How dare you do evil to us" She said the next words.  Because she looked at the sword in Arturia's hand.  She showed a horrified expression, "WindFantasy of Wind? How is that possible? How could you find this sword?" "There are many things you can't think of, Evil God!" Artoria sneered, and her whole body was filled with excitement.  It turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.  The Ancient Sword of the Undead. The Bells of the Wind!  The sharp sword wind.  Instantly covering the entire camp, the evil god let out a painful howl, and was torn into explosive pieces in disbelief, "You how could it be possible? Even if it's the Fantasy of the Wind. How could you have such a strong power?"  "Of course I don't have such a strong power," Arturia stopped looking at the corpse of the evil god and turned directly towards the corpses of her subordinates.  "I'm just borrowing the master's power." With her pale face bloodless, Artoria stood among the corpses on the ground, took a deep breath, held the rune sword in her left hand, and stretched her right hand forward.  The dark light flowed around her hand, and then the speed gradually increased.  Then, under the cold moonlight, these dark lights gradually deepened and changed tone, and finally turned into an evil and cold force that was a mixture of deep purple and blood red.  The entangled power of death, cold and powerful, followed Arturia's control, rolled along her fingers like a snake, shot out, and plunged into the earth.  Poof - mud splashed everywhere.  The spiritual consciousness spread out at that moment, covering the entire messy camp.  Then, with the sound of bones rubbing against each other, the corpses that fell to the ground, the corpses that had dried up their blood, the corpses that had some body parts missing all the corpses in the attacked camp stood staggeringly.  stand up.  Their eyes are darkThey exuded an evil light, their clothes and bodies were dyed red with dried blood, and some unlucky guys even had their limbs mutilated.  But no matter what, these dead people all stood up unsteadily, surrounding their new masters, waiting for Artoria's orders.  The cold wind blew through this death camp, among the shadowy figures of the dead.  Arturia frowned as she looked at the resurrected undead horse in front of her. This poor horse was killed by the evil god not long ago, and there was even a little warmth in the blood.  But at this time, under the power of death, it stepped on its front legs and stood up, with red flames burning in its empty eye sockets.  It looked at Arturia, shook its head and jumped up. Its body was seriously damaged, but it regained its vitality with the support of necromancy.  Riding on this skeletal horse, Arturia disappeared into the Arctic snow with Lancelot, Gawain, and all the warriors who had been loyal to her during her lifetime.  "Let's go home." In the night sky, several undead bone dragons flew through the clouds, bathing in the cold moonlight, casting huge shadows on the earth.  After that, the undead from all over the mountains and plains came over and followed their owners to the Arctic coast, leaving this world shrouded in wind and snow all year round.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ The heavy snow in the Arctic winter is icy and severe, and there is a chilling low temperature floating in the air.  This is the edge of the Endless Sea, the southernmost land of the Arctic, and the place where Artoria's army landed.  Standing here, the entire world seems to be separated into two completely different worlds.  In front of you is the rough sea, behind you is the white world of ice and snow, and the extremely long coastline is the boundary between the two worlds.  The biting cold wind blew across the broken earth, blowing the cloak behind Artoria loudly.  Riding on the skeleton horse and looking out, this cold and dead snowy world is as dim as a ghost.  The cold seawater kept beating against the rocks on the coast, turning into countless tiny water droplets under the cold moonlight.  Not far away, you can see several icebergs floating in the cold water.  Several tall wooden boats were scattered along the coast, which were the warships they came on. However, it was obvious that these few warships were not enough to carry away all the undead.  Lancelot looked at his Highness hesitantly, with a hint of worry on his pale face, "Your Highness" Artoria thought for a moment, jumped off the Skeleton Army horse, and walked to the seaside step by step.  "There is a way." She drew out the Fantasy of Wind, and the skeletal rune sword swirled with cold blue power in her hand.  The full power of death was surging and powerful, beyond everyone's imagination. All the undead couldn't help but kneel down, trembling in the sudden strong wind.  Arturia raised the Fantasy of Wind in her hand, and the strong wind of energy blew her hair around, and her cloak also rustled.  The terrifying strong wind seemed to blow the girl's petite body away at any moment.  But Artoria did not take a step back. She raised the sword in her hand high, and the blue energy light illuminated the entire coast, like a rising cold sun, making the whole world bright.  Click¡ª¡ª With a loud noise, the rune sword in Artoria's hand was heavily inserted into the ice beneath her feet.  The moment the ice cracked, it was frozen by the icy power, and the force of death spread crazily along the ice surface, almost instantly spreading into the unfrozen sea water.  Click - click - click - Amidst the harsh sound, under the gaze of all the undead, the originally cold and vast sea surface was in vain enveloped by icy power, and quickly covered with a layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.  Almost instantly, the area of ????the frozen sea spread to the end of the line of sight, beyond everyone's imagination.  After the entire sea surface was completely frozen, Artoria pulled out the Wind Fantasy, turned back to the back of the skeleton horse, and stepped onto the solid ice first.  Behind him, countless undead poured in like a tide, following the Lich King's footsteps towards the human world.  The tall and sturdy troll with a snow-white body, the spider-man who is four to five meters tall like a giant spider monster, the tall abomination that was sewn together from countless corpses and with a maggot-white body surface, the acolyte wearing a mysterious cloak, the huge and solid  Siege meat grinders, flying gargoyles, huge undead bone dragonsthe tide of the undead army is terrifying beyond the imagination of all living people.  Once these undead completely influx into the human world, it will be a disaster.  Merlin looked at thisCut, his lips trembled and he fell into unspeakable fear.  He wanted to escape, to go back and warn the living people on the mainland, and to tell others that the princess of Buledian had become an evil servant.  But he was locked.  The dark chains locked him behind the meat grinder, and even with the strength of a god, he could not break free from the chains with magic runes attached to them.  And there are several gloomy acolytes surrounding him, using their evil power full of death to suppress his resistance.  He could only watch all this and let out a painful cry, "Gods above, why did it become like this!" 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