The ripples carried a strong sense of vibration, and almost in an instant, it pushed away the star behind Faldt.
"Spellword: Fortitude."
"Spellword: Spiritualized Bind."
"Spellword: Suffocation."
"Greater Killing Will Shackles."
"Greater Death Gaze."
"Ultimate Balrog's Blade."
As Faldt's series of magical words blasted out, a large number of light of various colors bloomed on his body.
At the same time, a series of strange magical words exploded on the star's body.
Bind, Soul Suppression, Death Gaze, High-Temperature Flame Damage, Air Extraction, Mental Shock, and so on.
A series of powerful spells that the higher Darksiders would normally need at least a day to prepare were like ordinary tricks in Faldt's hands.
They were easily instantaneously cast through sound.
By the time the star recovered, he had only managed to counteract two of the magical words, and there was nothing else he could do about the rest.
Layers upon layers of magical words wrapped him up perfectly, turning him into a grayish-black dumpling that could not resist.
* Poof! *
Without any nonsense, Faldt stretched out his right hand and pierced it through the star's forehead.
His hand was like a sharp knife as it easily pierced into the star's skull, shattering his brain.
* Booom!! *
The moment the star died, as a Palatinate, the massive energy gathered on his body suddenly exploded, turning into a blazing flame as it shrouded Faldt within.
Soon the red flame dissipated, revealing Faldt's unscathed figure.
He looked up as he looked at the many warships that were quickly turning around to flee.
"Next, I just need to open three different Underworld portals, and I will be able to fully descend upon this world. At the same time, the Hand of the Underworld can be revived earlier. "
"… Struggle on, let me experience more surprises … Otherwise, after so many years of boredom, wouldn't it be too boring to finally come out?"
Faldt took a step forward as he softly chanted a magical word.
"Spellword: Divine Step."
* Bam! *
His body instantly turned into a beam of gray light as he shot out like a meteor towards the warships.
…
…
Unknown Hidden Realms.
On the vast white snowfield, tens of thousands of Darkspirit army were engaged in a frenzied battle with the centaur army.
The blood of the centaurs stained the originally pure white snow.
The dark spirits were naturally immune to physical attacks, so they could only be injured by a small number of energy weapons.
And in the Centaur army, only a third of them had such energy weapons.
And this was already the pinnacle of power in this secret plane.
Lin Sheng rode on the devil-like giant warhorse, Blood Devil. Clad in heavy pure white armor, he stood quietly on a hill, overlooking the battlefield below.
His face was covered by the visor, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes revealed traces of indifference and coldness.
"Did you find what I wanted?" He suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Found it. Chief Tailbone secretly hung it on his second son's ankle. I discovered it and immediately took it down."
The Fairy Empress suddenly emerged and knelt on one knee on the right side of Lin Sheng.
At the same time, she held up a white-gold bone that looked like a ghost face, but also like a strange symbol.
The bone was only the size of a palm and was arc-shaped. There were fine cracks on its surface, as if it had suffered serious damage.
Lin Sheng reached out and grabbed it. He closed his eyes and felt the heartbeat on it.
"This is it." He grabbed the bone tightly and took one last look at the Centaur tribe that was fighting desperately.
The Mizh tribe, a powerful force that once dominated this secret plane, was brutally suppressed by the dark spirit army just because they were unwilling to hand over what he wanted.
"Let them surrender. Those who are unwilling, get rid of them." Lin Sheng said one last sentence and turned to leave on his horse.
The remaining generals of the Fairy Empire knelt on one knee and sent him off.
In just four days.
Lin Sheng had flattened eleven different secret planes in a row.
These spaces varied in size. The big ones were the size of a province in Miga, and the small ones were at most the size of a city in Henricqal.
However, there were quite a few hidden experts among them.
Among them, the one with the strongest resistance was the Centaur Secret Realm ruled by the Centaur tribe.
This snow-covered grassland was ruled by this powerful tribe.
They had been invincible for too long and had long forgotten how to treat those who were stronger than them. They had no respect at all.
So, when the emissaries under Lin Sheng's command arrived, the conflict and conflict began.
After the emissary sent by Lin Sheng was mercilessly beheaded.
Under Lin Sheng's command, the dark spirit army gathered and rushed into the secret realm of the white snow grassland.
The arrogant Mizh tribe finally tasted the consequences of their defeat.
And the price was the extinction of their tribe.
Two days later, the strongest person from the Mizh tribe, the Centaur King Kuer Warspear. He went to the Darkspirit Palace and met the Darkspirit King, Lin Sheng, who was sitting on the throne.
His tribe was slaughtered, and only the last branch of the bloodline was left to support them.
Under such circumstances, he, who was originally the most obsessed with training and fighting, had to shoulder the heavy responsibility in a time of crisis. He became the new king, and at the cost of joining Lin Sheng in exchange for amnesty for the Centaur tribe.
Like the Fairy Empress, in order to protect the last bloodline and heritage of his tribe, he had to compromise and join Lin Sheng as one of his minions.
Since then, Lin Sheng had the Fairy Empress, the Centaur King, and Djall Demonhand, the three commanders of the army.
They each represented the powerful forces of three different tribes.
Among them, the Fairy Empress and the Centaur King were powerful beings who had truly reached the level of the Palatinates.
…
…
Just as Lin Sheng was preparing his army and searching for the fragments of the Dark Wheel, in reality.
Faldt had also committed a huge tragedy that shocked the world.
After defeating and killing most of the Palatinates, Mi Yue, or rather, Faldt, had caught up with the World Allied Fleet and personally launched a horrifying massacre.
And he did not just simply kill people.
Instead, he used the massive range of the Word of Perdition to freeze a total of 18 warships and a total of more than 30,000 people, and sink them into the sea near Visaca Island.
These frozen soldiers did not die, but their bodies were imprisoned, and their minds could only sink to the bottom of the sea as they gradually fell into madness in the endless silence and deathly stillness.
* Boom!!! *
On the blue surface of the sea, half of a gray smoke humanoid appeared behind Faldt.
The humanoid raised its right arm and grabbed the huge strip-shaped missile that fell from the sky.
The white ICBM constantly spewed out a huge orange flame with unimaginable force as it tried to knock away the gray humanoid's hand.
At the same time, a large diamond-shaped green crystal was inlaid at the top of the missile.
A large amount of dark energy was constantly flowing and flickering in the crystal. It provided the missile with even more terrifying kinetic energy.
But it was to no avail.
Faldt exerted force in his palm.
* Creak. *
The ten-meter-long white ICBM was like a large lump of scrap metal as it was twisted into a large lump in his palm.
All kinds of liquid powder leaked out and scattered on the surface of the sea, but there was no sign of explosion or burning.
It was as if some strange power had suppressed the missile's explosion.
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