Chapter 732: Void Confrontation

Author: Half-wounded but not broken

Chapter 732: Void Confrontation

The Gaze of the Dark Lord is the power that Pei Renli stole from the guy who claimed to be the Dark Lord.

It has only been used twice so far, once to deal with the Corpse Witch at the Garden Party, and the other time to deal with the shadow of the tyrannical Demon King in the Demon King's Arena.

Although Pei Renli rarely uses it against enemies, it doesn't mean that he doesn't practice it.

One of the basic skills of a mage is to fully master the spells and abilities he possesses.

Simply knowing how to use it is not mastery. You must clearly know how long it takes to cast each of your spells, how long it takes to take effect, the characteristics and consumption of each spell, and whether it can be combined into a combo.

The same is true for the Gaze of the Dark Lord, and Pei Renli is well aware of all its specifications.

While the power is huge, the consumption is also extremely shocking. Even if Pei Renli is level 45, he will not have much magic power left after using this move. What's more terrible is that this thing has a forward swing.

To be precise, it takes a little time to lock on the target, which requires that the target must be controlled, otherwise a teleportation or an accelerated run-up will miss the target.

The outcome of the aerial battle made it clear to Pei Renli that he was no match for Mordra in terms of spell proficiency, not to mention the level gap, so he had to use some unconventional means.

All the attacks he launched after that were to lure Modra to the predetermined location.

Gaze of the Dark Lord is a single-target attack ability that directly injects the concept of death into the target, creating a very powerful instant death effect.

So far, Pei Renli has never met anyone who is immune to the gaze of the Dark Lord.

But unfortunately, he encountered it now.

“Awesome! Wonderful!”

The eyes of the Dark Lord that stared at him had disappeared, and the ground beneath Modera's feet had completely turned to sand, as if even the rocks had been killed.

But Mordra herself seemed to be fine.

He looked at Pei Renli, who was slumped on the ground due to excessive consumption of magic power, and said excitedly:

"You actually have divine power. This kind of death power from another world is so pleasant!"

Pei Renli had no choice but to sit on the ground, use his staff to support himself so as not to lie down, and uttered:

"Grass!"

"I changed my mind, I will give you another chance, and I will add another chip."

Because there was still Supreme Glue remaining on the soles of Modra's feet, he did not fall to the ground, but quickly approached Pei Renli by floating.

"You don't want to accept my conditions because you also want what's behind the door, right? No problem, we can study it together. I'm willing to open it up to you. You deserve it!"

Perrenli is not a shadow spirit, and he cannot be the Crow Queen's priest. He appears with Elena, probably just because of similar purposes.

For a mage, the most likely time to be willing to take such a big risk is when acquiring knowledge.

"Hey! I'm not a bender. What kind of gay declaration is this?"

Modra's excitement subsided in an instant, feeling a little pity, but also a little less interested:

"Well, it's your choice."

He raised his cane and planned to use a spell to understand the battle.

Pei Renli now has no defensive spells, and only one stone skin spell is left to reduce damage. It doesn't matter what spell he uses, any offensive spell will do.

"What's more, I prefer to eat for myself than to share."

As soon as she finished speaking, Modela suddenly saw a layer of magical aura lighting up on Pei Renli's shoulders.

How to get a tattoo?

It's teleportation!

Modra immediately turned his head, and Perrenli walked out of the portal behind him almost at the same time. To be more precise, it was more like rolling out. After all, it was difficult for him to stand now.

It's okay to use this technique to deal with novices, but to deal with experienced mages, it's more or less like self-destruction.

Modra immediately raised his right hand to grab it, and a layer of fine black flames ignited on his fingers.

This is the black flame technique. Although it is inconspicuous, it is a B-level necromantic school spell. As long as it hits the black flame with negative energy, it is enough to burn out anyone's life in an instant.

For the sake of Perrenli's talent, Mordra planned to make his death less painful.

But at that moment, the shadow under Pei Renli's feet instantly lengthened, passing through Modela's feet and wrapping around his back.

Modra discovered this immediately. He thought it was some kind of magic cast by shadow, but then, someone clamped Modra's arms from behind, making him unable to move. With fingers burning with black flames, he was close to Pei.

Renli's position of about twenty centimeters cannot be moved forward.

"There is actually a person hiding in your shadow?!"

Mordra was greatly shocked. As a shadow spirit who was best at playing with shadows, he didn't realize that there was a living person hiding in Perenli's shadow. This was too much of a slap in the face.

But Modra still didn't panic. He glanced at Ravna who seemed to be tearing him into pieces, and his tone regained his composure:

"Is this what you rely on?"

Modera felt that her bones were cracking. Judging from the strength, it was impossible for her to escape from the clamp, and she would be torn apart if she made the slightest move.

Perrenli made a gesture to Ravna, asking me to take a break:

"I've already revealed my cards, so you should almost show your true identity."

He gasped and said:

"There is no anti-death barrier but it can resist the howl of the banshee. It is immune to the spells of the enchantment school. It can also ignore the poison of the manticore. Illusions that affect the mind are useless. The unruly aura will make you trapped in the quagmire... Please

, if you really want to pretend to be a living person, at least pretend to be a little bit like it."

Following Perenli's voice, Ravna felt that Modra was becoming thinner and thinner, and her skin was rapidly drying up. In one or two breaths, she changed from a pale-skinned shadow spirit to a tall skeleton.

"Since you can see it, you should also know that I am immortal."

Undead spellcaster, lich.

This kind of mage who wants to gain eternal life cannot be killed easily. Unless you can find the lich's phylactery and destroy it, even if you kill the lich, he will be resurrected with full health after seven days.

"On the one hand, I have favorable conditions, and on the other hand, I am being hunted by an immortal lich. Since you know my true identity, why did you choose the worst option?"

This is also an important reason why Mordra is so confident. In the worst case scenario, he will not really die, even if Ravna breaks him into pieces and uses them to make soup.

Besides, the lich can even self-destruct when it gets really anxious, so he didn't panic at all, he was just surprised.

"Because, I never planned to let you survive from the beginning."

Pei Renli would never mention the Demon King or the Demon King Arena to outsiders, even with just one word.

Since he said it openly, it meant that Pei Renli was sure of victory from the beginning.

But to Modra, this sounded like a child's unreasonableness. Just as he was about to speak, Perrenli suddenly jumped up and grabbed Modra's head with his hands.

"What do you mean? An insult?"

The needle-like red light in her eyes stared at Pei Renli, and Mordra was ready to explode herself.

"No, it is a necessary means to completely eliminate you."

A layer of pale spiritual light lit up on his arm, sketching out distinct patterns like a paintbrush.

Only then did Modra notice that there was a black rose pattern on Perenli's arm, and the pale aura lit up along the edge of the pattern like a stroke.

The red light in Modra's eyes jumped violently:

"Stigmata!? Pharasma!"

"The judge has been seated and your trial is about to begin. Even if you can use your divine power to avoid death, you cannot avoid the judgment of fate!"

The reason why the Dark Lord's Gaze is difficult to save is that it is essentially a divine attack that injects the concept of death into the target.

Therefore, even undead creatures cannot survive the gaze of the Dark Lord.

But Modra is actually exempt from the effect of the Dark Lord's Gaze, combined with the fact that Irina has been emphasizing that what she wants is Modra's death and Modra's past. Even if Irina has never

Without explaining it, it is not difficult to guess that Mordra has the power granted by the Raven Queen, and he may have been a chosen one.

Unlike what Pei Renli snatched, the divine power given can also be withdrawn, but if the divine power is combined with the electorate for too long, part of it will become the electorate's own, especially if he uses it consciously.

Even though the Crow Queen has recovered most of his divine power, a small part of it still remains with Mordra. This is the reason why he must die. Unless he dies, that part of his divine power cannot be recovered.

He used this part of his divine power to resist the gaze of the Dark Lord, which was also attacked by divine power.

The stigmata is a little different. Although it has no divine power, it is a mark of strong attention from God. Pharazma is watching Pei Renli's every move.

When he touched the lich with his left hand bearing the stigmata, Pharasma took action herself to end the life distorted by magic.

This is equivalent to the Lich having a direct confrontation with the Grave Lady sitting in a tall tower far away in the void. With his remaining divine power, there is no chance of survival.

The pain that had disappeared after becoming an undead creature reappeared, and Modra felt as if his whole body was being burned by flames. However, despite his struggle, Ravna held him firmly, unable to move.

In Perrenli's view, Modra's lich bones were like rubber baked by high temperatures, melting, deforming, and decomposing bit by bit.

In a few breaths, only a handful of ashes and a pile of tattered clothes remained.

Several scarabs burrowed through the floor and ran towards Pei Renli, rubbing his boots affectionately. In the sky, nighthawks passed by together like migrating birds, as if they were singing.
To be continued...