Chapter 522 For Whom the Bell Tolls (Ten Thousand)

Lachado, Veron, Boyle, these so-called guardians of destiny, made a very, very serious mistake.

They know nothing about power.

They simply don't understand how terrifying the supreme power in the Twilight Continent is.

When the repairman cannot come to this world in person, Ron is an existence that can no longer be erased with the help of the power of the guardian of destiny. Even the repairman in charge of the world line can only use the power of evil spirits to set up terrifying traps. Destroy Ron.

In the setting of the world line, it was this evil spirit that destroyed all life of the orcs, causing the orcs to become completely extinct.

This group of idiots even wanted to take advantage of the situation when both Ron and Ron were harmed, but they didn't know that even if both Ron and Ron were harmed, the little energy left in their bodies would It is no longer something that Lachado and Veron can deal with.

This is the difference in power.

And the most terrifying thing is that they are facing Ron in his heyday, Ron who has not yet had time to conflict with the evil spirits and whose strength has not been lost at all.

Ron is an existence that can compete with the evil spirits that can destroy the orcs, and now they actually want to rely on a mere 200,000 elite members of the Ursine tribe to suppress Ron. How ridiculous is this idea?

At the very beginning of the battle, it was a one-sided massacre.

The rising sun rises in the east with great glory.

Every ray of light turned into a sharp sword.

The bodies of the bear men who rushed forward were instantly riddled with holes. Under the inertia caused by the violent impact, their fat bodies quickly slid on the ground, dragging out hideous scarlet bloodstains.

In an instant, the snowy field turned into a sea of ​​blood. The dazzling scarlet color was everywhere, and the strong smell of blood was accompanied by the cold air floating above the ice field and getting into everyone's nostrils.

Swish, swish, swish.

There were no panicked screams, no wails of pain.

Where the glorious light shrouded the past, only a large number of lives were harvested and plundered in patches.

Life was dying rapidly. No one knew how many lives had died in that brief moment. All they could see were piles of corpses stained red with blood spread on the ground.

All the Ursines are brave warriors who are not afraid of death.

They are the best.

On the battlefield, they move forward bravely and never retreat.

No matter how many scars the enemy's swords and guns leave on their bodies, they will never have the slightest fear. On the contrary, the physical pain will stimulate their most primitive ferocity, making them more ferocious and cruel. When rational, When completely lost, every Ursine will turn into the coldest killing machine on the battlefield.

But at this moment, they were afraid.

Terrified.

They are not afraid of dying heroically in the fight with the enemy, but they are afraid of dying silently like this.

They can't even get close to the enemy. When they charge to a certain distance, the dazzling golden light will quickly harvest all lives.

The originally neat army was now in disarray.

The bear-men in front hesitated, while the bears in the back didn't know what was going on. They rushed forward, and their fat bodies collided with each other and rolled into a ball, which was really embarrassing.

Veron was even more angry. He didn't expect that his elite men, who he was proud of, would behave in such a mess. He kept roaring loudly, trying to regain the original order.

Several other guardians of destiny also looked gloomy. Under the cover of a large number of bear warriors, they began to move towards Ron's position, trying to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Lakhado was the only one standing at the very back, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling.

"when."

At this moment, a melodious bell suddenly sounded.

The sound of the bell was so clear that even the roar of the bear man was covered up by the sound of the bell.

Lakhado's body trembled suddenly, as if he was finally awakened by the loud sound of the bell. His pupils, like earthquakes, looked in the direction of the sound of the bell. Soon a huge ancient bell appeared in Lakhado's house. In front of you.

The bell floated quietly above Ron's head.

The clock seems to be carved from stone, and its entire body is gray-white in color.

But the bell has a distinctly metallic quality.

Two rusty hands were rotating slowly on the dial.

"Ahhhhhhh..." When he saw the bell, Lakhado seemed to have received some kind of strong stimulation, and screamed at the top of his lungs uncontrollably, and his body even moved along with it. Trembling violently.

He didn't know what was going on. The bell looked shabby, as if it could be smashed to pieces with just a little force. But even so, when he saw the shape of the bell, At that time, I felt an unprecedented fear.

Lahador couldn't even describe what it felt like. He could only say that even when he first became the Guardian of Destiny and peered into the future of the destruction of the orcs, he had never been as scared as he is now.

That kind of fear directly penetrated the skin, penetrated the flesh, and poured directly into his soul, making his soul feel as if it had fallen into the hardest and coldest black ice. Even in the extreme north, he never I have never tasted such terrifying coldness.

"Run away...run away..."

Lakhado was howling like crazy.

The glory of the orcs and the bravery of the orcs were all ignored.

He knew that something very terrible was about to happen. If he turned around and ran away now, these two hundred thousand... no, there would still be at most 150,000 elite Bearmen left, maybe they could survive a little bit. If it was too late, then... Completely finished.

Under excessive excitement and exertion, Lahaddo's voice was sharp and hoarse.

Unfortunately, the scene was too chaotic.

No matter how hard Lahado screamed, not many people could hear him.

His voice was almost quickly buried by the noise at the scene. Even if some of the bear-men around him could hear Lahaddo's warning, even if Lahaddo was the chief's guest, compared to Lahaddo, a winged man, , these bear warriors are still more obedient to the clan leader's orders, and they will move forward bravely before the clan leader gives the order to retreat.

It was this strict discipline that caused these bear men to lose the chance to escape.

when!

Another melodious bell rang in the sky.

Uh-huh!

When the sound cuts across the ice, everything stops for an instant.

The army of hundreds of thousands of Ursines stood motionless for an instant, as if they had been hit by a immobilization spell.

Except for Lakhado, who was at the very back and was barely within the reach of the bell, all other beings, even the five remaining guardians of fate, all stopped their movements.

They are like the most exquisite ice sculptures in the world, standing on the ice, so realistic that it is heart-stopping.

They are still alive, but they seem to be dead.

It's over.

Lakhado's eyes darkened.

With a scream in his heart, his gray-black wings could no longer support his body and fell from mid-air.

Invisible fear enveloped Lahaddo's whole body. The intense fear even made him feel unbearable pain in his stomach. His intestines seemed to be entangled together. His body was bent into a shrimp, curled up and twitching. , squirming.

He knew that the bear tribe was doomed.

The next second, you can see the shorter pointer on the dial quickly starting to rotate in a clockwise direction.

It was a bit slow at the beginning.

But not long after, the pointer began to rotate at a gradually increasing speed, getting faster and faster, and in the end, it was like turning into the blades of a fan or the propeller of a helicopter. There was even just a hazy ring left.

Clearly frightened to the extreme, Lahardo still held his head up stubbornly and desperately, eyes wide open. Even though his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, he still wanted to see how the Ursine tribe perished.

In the haziness, he seemed to see densely packed and countless tentacles extending out of the ancient bell that seemed likely to weather and disappear at any time, and each tentacle was connected to a bear warrior.

The weird tentacles seemed to be absorbing something from these best warriors.

It was okay at the beginning, there were no big abnormalities on these soldiers, but soon... maybe only a few seconds, changes began to appear.

The bright silver mane that the Ursine tribe was proud of began to gradually lose its original luster, turning gray and dull.

The fat body of the bear tribe began to become thin.

Tight skin begins to loosen.

Even the sharp claws and sharp fangs seemed to have gradually lost their original coldness and turned pale.

Hundreds of thousands of elite warriors of the Ursine tribe are motionless, rapidly growing old.

Their vitality, their lifespan, is being taken away at an extremely fast rate.

If this continues, it won't take long, maybe just a few minutes will be enough, and all the Ursine warriors will slowly die of aging.

This is... the power of time.

One of the most mysterious and terrifying forces in the world.

In an instant, Lakhado's scalp was numb. Who would have thought that Ron still had such terrifying power.

No one knows how to use the power of time, and no one knows how to deal with it, or how to defend it. The moment the ancient clock appears, their death has been locked.

Until this moment, Lahador finally knew what kind of existence he had provoked. Because of his temporary complacency, he personally pushed the Ursine tribe into a path of eternal disaster.

That bell is the death knell!

He regrets and despairs.

But unable to struggle.

Until a gray-black crystal fell from his arms to the ground.

That's... the undead crystal.

The undead crystal that stores one hundred thousand dead souls!

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