Werewolf wizard.

Chapter 411 Discovering the Truth of the Initial Power

Two breaths of death attacked Sunan and Tacitus at the same time. The two retreated quickly, but the breath of death turned into long whips that took their lives and continued to attack Sunan and Tacitus.

Tacitus said to Sunan in panic, "Sir, the God-favored One, please go first. I will block it for you. You are still young, and you are the hope of the Church of the Law."

"Don't get involved with me. Primal Death, if you want to kill me, kill me! I won't resist!"

Primal Death laughed, "It's too late. You made me pay so much, don't even think about getting away with it. Today, everyone in this city will die!"

Sunan suddenly released a powerful magic pressure on him, causing Primal Death to groan and almost fall to his knees. He lost an adult, but Primal Death looked hideous and roared, "No matter how powerful you are, you will die."

"You can use your strength to make death retreat a few times, but you can never escape death."

Sunan realized that the third level of absolute death was a concept.

Therefore, even if he used powerful magic pressure to suppress the body of death, he still could not get rid of him.

"It doesn't matter. Research and analysis in battle is what wizards are best at. At worst, I can summon Emperor Caspian and use a favor." Sunan remained calm. At the same time, he noticed that Warwick, who was wearing a chaos bracelet, used the hunter mask and used the abyss progression to transform into a chaos werewolf, and then tried to support him.

But he was also slightly affected by the third-level death aura a few times.

But unlike himself and Tacitus, Tacitus was most sensitive to the third-level death aura, probably because he was too old and had too little initial power in his body.

And he could feel that even though he was not hit directly, the original power in his soul was permanently reduced, but the extent was not significant.

However, Sunan didn't care about it. He had already done some research on how to replenish the initial energy after birth, so he didn't need to be afraid of the loss of such a little bit of initial energy.

In itself, as people grow older, their initial strength will automatically dissipate.

Moreover, the speed at which mortals pass away is much faster than that of wizards like them.

You just need to supplement it in time afterwards.

But Sunan noticed that the old butler Warwick did not seem to be affected by the third-level death.

Sunan dodged again, the third level death whip.

The whip of death hit the house behind Sunan, and the house turned into ruins in an instant.

Any substance has some initial force.

This is what Sunan realized immediately after seeing this scene. 'Emperor Caspian was wrong in his research on the primordial force.'

'After all, it's just his personal experience.'

"From the battle with the original death, I sensed that there is primordial power in all things, it's just a matter of how much. If that's the case, then it's easy to deal with. The direction of the potion formula I asked the intelligent brain to calculate was wrong."

'If this is the way of thinking, I will be able to make a potion to replenish the initial strength very quickly, and the materials for the potion can be found everywhere.'

Sunan suddenly stretched out his hand, forcing himself to endure the rapid loss of his original strength, dug out a piece of third-level death breath from the Death Whip, then wrapped it in the Chaos Ball and sent it to Warwick.

When Primal Death saw this, he thought Sunan was crazy. "Even if it's the power of chaos, it's impossible to cover the third-order death. Sunan Peter, are you crazy? How dare you touch my third-order death with your hands?"

"Hehehe... well, it will only hasten your death."

Primal Death felt vaguely uneasy, so he sped up the delivery of the power of death, wanting to end the battle quickly.

Tacitus said to Sunan, "My Lord, what are you doing?"

Sunan took Warwick's hand and placed a little third-order death aura on Warwick's palm. Then Sunan said, "My guess is correct."

"The abnormal desire host in your body will collect the evil thoughts in the hearts of the people around you. And those evil thoughts contain a part of the initial power radiated by the evil thoughts in those people's hearts."

"So Mr. Warwick is not afraid of the third level of death because you have the characteristics of a three-ring wizard."

Sunan thought: "If this is the case, when a person has evil thoughts towards another person, he is actually consuming his own initial strength, although the consumption is not large."

"Mr. Warwick, in that case, you take the lead and go destroy that ridiculous balance of primitive death."

The next moment, the Chaos Werewolf Warwick jumped up from the ground. The Chaos Werewolf's own magic pressure was not like the Chaos Werewolf King, which had a magic pressure that exceeded that of a second-ring wizard, but his magic pressure was also around 2000.

It’s already considered powerful.

Moreover, Warwick was parasitized by the Desire Parasite, which could absorb the evil thoughts of the mortals around him. At this moment, countless evil coins fell on his head. At the same time, he used the Wolf Demon Claw to hit the Death Scale with one claw.

The third-order death condensation scale was flickering.

Then, the Scales of Death was actually beaten back. Warwick used all four claws, clawing and kicking, and his body was like a spinning top, attacking forward like a storm.

At the same time, the magic blood is charged, transforming a large amount of chaos power into chaos platinum blood, further enhancing the werewolf's melee ability. The boiling chaos platinum blood ignites Warwick's murderous intent, turning it into a fluctuation of magic energy and murderous intent.

The Scales of Death suffered dozens of attacks in an instant, and were on the verge of collapse, with even cracks on the surface.

Original Death immediately counterattacked with the third-order death, but Warwick was able to restore his original strength through the evil coin. He even directly absorbed the evil thoughts in Original Death's heart, causing the evil coin to fall from the sky like raindrops, like a rainstorm of evil coins.

Primal Death was furious when he saw that he could not do anything to Warwick. He stood up straight in front of Warwick with his hair and beard spread out. With a wave of his hand, a death mirror appeared in front of Warwick, and then Warwick was knocked away by his own magic pressure.

Primal Death said, "Get lost! You stinking werewolf."

"you……"

The next moment, Original Death leaned back, and a large number of evil coins gushed out from his chest, like a spring erupting, and a large number of evil coins burst out forward.

Warwick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Death, even if you are death, the evil thoughts in your body still exist."

"A hunter is best at capturing his target. What I am best at is capturing a person's evil thoughts."

A hunter chain appeared on Warwick's left wolf paw. Original Death looked down in disbelief, only to see that his chest was hooked by Warwick's chain. The hunter chain combined with the abnormal evil thought host formed a chain that connected the evil thoughts in Original Death's body.

Primal Death suddenly became furious, his hair and beard stood on end, and he grabbed the hunter's chain.

"Who do you think I am? Who do you think I am? You are nothing but a werewolf under Sunan's command. You are not worthy of being my enemy."

"Sunan Peter, you have defiled death time and time again. You... no, it's the werewolf race, the evil race that defiles the god of death."

"You don't deserve to exist in this world. I am the original god of death, representing death, and I am here to reap your entire race."

The original god of death seemed to have not expected that he would be plotted against by a werewolf under Sunan, and he was extremely angry and humiliated.

The Death Scale not far away disappeared.

Then, the Death Scale appeared behind him. Behind the Death Scale hung a Death Moon, which floated in the air and began to break.

This means that the original god of death has begun to target the entire werewolf race, summoning death, and wants to kill the entire werewolf race with the third-level soul death.

But he is not the God of Death in his prime. If he were still the God of Death in heaven, it would not be difficult for him to do this, but he has been kicked out of heaven.

Because of the original death, this moment itself is bearing a huge price.

The blind king killed the demigod and obtained the lowest level of blank demigod godhood, which had reached its limit and was covered with cracks.

Even the radiance of the immortal divine spark within the Godhead had dimmed to the extreme.

"Enough." A force that was no less powerful than primitive death descended upon him. It was a blind archbishop. He was blind in both eyes, and his hair was twisted into a pentagram style and fixed with a wooden stick, so he looked very strange and rough.

The blind archbishop was covered in a layer of dark force, which even had a power higher than that of Primal Death. "That's enough, Primal Death. I will cover your retreat."

"Really? If I hadn't noticed something was wrong and went to support you, you would have actually destroyed your godhood for such a trivial matter. That is the key thing that my king found for you to complete the plan of killing gods. You can't use it here."

"Although the wizard before you is powerful, he is not worthy to consume the things my king has lent you in this way."

Primal Death looked at the blind archbishop coldly. "Archbishop, death is about to befall the werewolves. No one can stop it. Whoever tries to stop it will be brought down by death."

"Are you sure you want to stop it?"

The blind archbishop said, "You!"

The next moment, when the blind archbishop confirmed that the original death was serious, he suddenly changed his words and said, "Well, in that case, I will help you and reduce your consumption."

The blind archbishop turned around, faced Sunan and said, "Sunan Peter, this is the end of our first meeting."

"It seems that the one who is ambitious to seize the Nicomedia Empire is you."

"That's fine, just kill them all at once."

Behind the blind archbishop appeared an object formed by the condensation of countless powers of faith. A six-armed Shura appeared behind him. The six-armed Shura held various treasures in his hands and hung behind the blind archbishop.

"Nice to meet you, Sunan Peter. I am the leader of the Supreme Church, the blind archbishop."

"You can regard me as the God of the Supreme Church - the Almighty God."

"Now, let all power flow, amplify death, and destroy the werewolf clan from this world..."

The powers of the two gods merged, and the Six-Armed Shura and the Scales of Death overlapped.

The death energy fluctuations even enveloped the entire old city of Miletus, killing countless people.

Suddenly, a flash of dark energy appeared behind the Blind Chief Justice. The Blind Chief Justice was hit silently by the dark energy. The divine power in front of him stopped for a moment, and the clothes on his right arm were torn.

The "righteous" witch Mary was also swept by the power of faith of the Supreme Cult and was knocked aside.

Mary said to Sunan, coughing up blood, bending over, and trying to stand up. "Ahem... Your Majesty, I noticed that there were more enemies coming, so I came here. I hope you won't blame me for acting on my own initiative."

"Mary, well done." Sunan seized the opportunity at this moment and used the Twin Sun Explosion to strike between the Blind Archbishop and Primal Death, interrupting their connection with divine power.

Facing two pseudo-divine powers at the same time, Sunan was under tremendous pressure. The energy world was really profound.

He was afraid that if he forced his way into the palace when he was a first-ring wizard, he would be besieged by many energy lords.

After all, people like the Blind Chief Justice and the Blind Archbishop were both in the palace of Stormwind Keep at the time.

Sunan assigned tasks to everyone. "Warwick, continue to deal with Primal Death, Mary, you deal with the Blind Archbishop. He is not here in person, but as an illusion. His energy output has a limit, and he is just bluffing now."

"I will support both sides of you at the same time. We must separate them. Otherwise, the original death will obtain the power of faith of the Supreme Cult, and I am afraid that the fourth-level death will be able to be used."

The blind chief justice glared at the ‘justice’ witch Mary with some regret. “I almost completed the divine power connection, but I didn’t expect it to be interrupted by a small character.”

"Really? Sunan, you are so lucky."

The witch Justice looked at the blind judge in surprise and said, "Luck? A small character? I didn't expect that the leader of the Supreme Cult would only be at this level."

She bent down, holding two brass dagger staffs, and energy runes appeared on her body. "Don't underestimate any second-ring wizard, energy lord."

The blind archbishop was lazily about to cast a spell, but found that Mary appeared behind him and silenced him with dark energy, temporarily silencing his spell for 0.1 seconds.

At the same time, Sunan seized the opportunity and cast a twin magic potion blizzard. Suddenly, a blizzard, in the form of a twin plane undercurrent, spiraled towards him.

The blind archbishop, the phantom of divine power behind him, the six-armed Shura, raised the giant sword in his hand and dropped it.

"The perfect sword!"

Suddenly, the blizzard was cut off.

The blind archbishop looked at the other side of the war and saw that Primal Death was fighting Warwick, and while fighting, he was using death to levy the entire werewolf race.

Mary appeared beside the blind archbishop, ignoring the difference in magic pressure between the two sides, and slashed at him. "If I can silence your spell once, I can silence it a second time."

"It's foolish of you to underestimate me."

The God of Shura behind the blind archbishop smashed down with his shield, forcing Mary to retreat.

"I see." The blind archbishop said, "Indeed, I was too careless before. This second-ring wizard."

"Then I will seriously kill you as well. Primal Death, since it has come to this, let's quickly levy the entire werewolf tribe. I will buy you some time."

The next moment, the illusion of the God of Shura appeared behind him and mobilized the power of faith of the Supreme Religion.

【Perfect Knife】!
With one blow of the sword, Sunan and Warwick, as well as Mary and Tacitus, were all within the attack range.

This sword is the condensed power of faith of the believers of the Supreme Church. It has the characteristics of full-range attack and is sure to hit the target.

Primal Death laughed and jumped back, avoiding Sunan's counterattack and the magic potion's lightning storm.

The scale of death above his head began to tilt to one side. "Werewolves, if your life is heavier than a mountain, then you can live."

"If you don't, you will die."

The Scales of Death captured the breath of all the werewolves at the moment, and then a mountain appeared on the left end of the Scales of Death, and more than three thousand feathers representing the lives of all the werewolves appeared on the right end.

(End of this chapter)