The sky dyed red by the sunset, the ocean like blood

The souls wandering in the world, the dead wandering in the human world,

They all return to the place of the dead according to the laws of nature.

The endless abyss calls you here through the connection of my blood!

"Disaster of the Undead!"

"No, it's over-limit magic, defend quickly!" It was also the first time for Antonio to face the over-limit magic of the necromantic system, but these four words "over-limit magic" explained everything.

Translimital magic, as the name suggests, is magic that has exceeded conventional limits.

The ultra-limited magic cast by mages who have crossed the Origin Sea is often stronger than ordinary spells. Even ten ninth-level spells stacked together may not be able to compete with the ultra-limited magic. This is a power that belongs entirely to the legendary powerhouse.

Barbossa had only peeked into a corner of the Origin Sea. Even so, the ultra-limitless magic he released was definitely not something that anyone present could stop.

The huge magical black hole began to destroy everything around it. What was even more terrifying was that countless undead wails came from the black hole, and a large number of undead creatures began to walk out of the black hole.

The black hole is like an abyss, and the arms of the undead begin to stretch out from around the black hole, pulling living people in.

The city has been destroyed, including the ancient building of the Alchemist Association, which has been involved.

Those alchemists who were summoned could not escape at all. They were either dragged into the abyss by the undead or killed by undead creatures.

It is very likely that after this battle, alchemy on the mainland will fall into a dark age.

The four paladins, Sanchester and Antonio, protected the saint and began to escape from the area.

They saw the old president kneeling on the ground, his face ashen.

"It's over...it's all over..."

"President, come with us quickly. As long as you are alive, there is a chance to save everything." Antonio persuaded the old president to leave this dangerous place with them.

"Recovery? Easier said than done! Nothing is gone..." The old president showed a bleak smile.

A large number of high-level alchemists died, and those precious potion formulas were destroyed. The old man had almost seen the decline of alchemy.

"I want to stay here. Since there is no way to save me, I will be buried with my old bones." The fatigue on the old man's face was clearly visible.

Antony was stunned, and he wanted to persuade him again.

"President..."

The saint stretched out her hand to interrupt him.

"Now that the president has made up his mind..."

She leaned down and bowed to the old man, then quickly left.

The few remaining people looked at each other and had no choice but to bow to the stubborn old man to express their respect.

Before Antonio left, he looked back at the old man unwillingly.

The old man just closed his eyes and sat there.

like a statue.

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Book Title: The Resurrection of Heaven

Author:guicheny

Introduction: This is an era of resurgence of heaven. This is an era where predecessors plant trees and future generations enjoy the shade; a young man who is only 20 years old has climbed to the top of the world, a war that has lasted for tens of millions of years. In the end, where will we go?
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