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The aura of these three black monsters was extremely cold, strange, and powerful. They greedily absorbed the dark green aura around them. A large number of swaying black whip-like tentacles extended from both sides of their bodies. They had huge hooves under their bodies to stand on. They looked at the lich Dorothea and Archibald with eyes full of aggressive desire, which was chilling.

Before casting this spell, Zhou Ning was worried that the level of the summoned black monster would not be high enough. After all, according to the world view of "Overlord", the dark monster summoned by "Sacrifice of Dark Plenty" is about level 90. The upper limit of the world of "Overlord" is level 100.

If it is copied according to the same strength, it may not be of much use.

Fortunately, perhaps due to the difference in worldview, or perhaps due to the blessing of the source of darkness, the effect of this magic is far stronger than I imagined.

The duration of these three dark monsters is very short, but Zhou Ning, who has mastered part of the power of fate, can already predict in advance:

The enemy's death is near!

At this moment, the lich Dorothea inexplicably had a creepy feeling. In her long life, she had seen many kinds of monsters from the dark realm, but the three black monsters in front of her felt more evil than any other monsters. They seemed to be monsters that were more conscious, conceptual, and abstract. They even reminded her of some outer gods from the starry sky. Who the hell was the villain here?

At this moment, Dorothea felt her thoughts become extremely confused. The loose clothing around her body suddenly lifted up, as if countless small, indescribable monsters were burrowing underneath. A large number of fine bone spurs suddenly emerged from her pale skeleton. "He" had been severely contaminated in such a short time, and could only rely on his willpower and the extraordinary abilities of the realm of the dead to resist.

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The black monster's attack speed was very fast, and each blade was full of fire. The ice armor wrapped around its body began to crack. The lich Dorothea's health dropped rapidly, and in just a moment, it dropped to a precarious level. The intense pain and panic made its consciousness return briefly, and then it fell into deeper despair.

A drop of cold sweat slid across his forehead. He knew that he could not delay here any longer and had to choose to leave. These three summoned creatures had already put him in a desperate situation and he had no way to deal with it. But at this time, Wayne Stewell was still indifferent and walked towards him step by step with determination.

What does he want to do?

Dorothea finally regained her sanity thanks to her resistance to darkness. She took a deep breath and used all her strength to unleash a series of ice explosions. The dark green ice layer filled with plague spread out like a storm, trying to freeze the three dark monsters in place. Archibald rushed over from the other side with his bare hands, summoning one icy ghost after another.

Dorothea cast an angelic-level dark ice spell, highly contagious and corrosive. However, it had no effect on either Zhou Ning or the dark monster. As previously mentioned, the Black Goat Young was a creature that favored consciousness, concepts, and abstraction, and was not frozen at all.

There was almost no difference between before and after. As the black whip-like tentacles rose, the three black monsters let out a sharp and piercing roar at the same time, interrupting Dorothea's subsequent spellcasting, causing her thoughts to stagnate and she froze in place.

The next second, Zhou Ning stepped in front of Dorothea, stretched out his right palm, and suddenly pressed down on the powerful lich.

A pure golden sacred light rose from his palm and poured into the opponent's body, swallowing his body. After a moment, a brilliant, dazzling light burst out. In the blazing white light, the lich Dorothea let out a shrill wail, and her body gradually faded and melted until it turned into a blue transparent bead, and fell to the ground with a clang.

This high-ranking member of the "Cursed God Cult" met his end here, filled with a deep sense of resignation. His soul transformed into black smoke and was sucked into the strange gate ahead. According to Zhou Ning's knowledge of the mystic, his fate was likely to be a return to the underworld. After a long period of recovery, he would return under the influence of the power of death. This was the difficulty of the God of Death.

Next was Archibald. Zhou Ning looked at this former hero with pity.

Zhou Ning could tell that Archibald was a ghost, a puppet, most of his consciousness wiped out and controlled by Dorothea. After Dorothea's death, her body became stiff, and she simply looked up at Zhou Ning, their eyes briefly meeting.

The real Archibald, a saint of the Church of the Earth Goddess, would never allow himself to behave in such a disgraceful manner.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a hint of guilt and relief in Archibald’s eyes.

Zhou Ning heaved a sigh of relief, and with a calm expression, he once again pressed his palm, which was surrounded by golden flames, towards Archibald. All he could do was to let the other party rest in peace as much as possible.

At this time, Archibald completely gave up resistance, lowered his hands, and allowed himself to be ignited by the flames and burned to ashes.

At the same time, the three black goat kids beside Zhou Ning also reached the end of their duration. They roared in dissatisfaction at Zhou Ning and disappeared one by one, leaving behind a sticky black liquid on the ground.

Zhou Ning silently picked up two blue, transparent beads from the ground. These were extraordinary materials dropped by fallen angels in the Undead Realm. They contained a small amount of authority and could be used to create some dark miracle items or even artifacts. Zhou Ning hesitated for a moment and put away the one from Archibald. It wasn't that he was too saintly, but he felt that turning someone like Archibald into an extraordinary item was a bit unreasonable.

He planned to give the remaining one to Goodwin. He was the only one in the Starry Sky Church who could utilize this precious material with maximum efficiency.

Next is the strange door in front, which is tainted with a strong breath of death. Until now, it has been constantly absorbing the vitality of the surroundings and transforming it into a dark green mist.

As he approached it, Zhou Ning saw densely packed scarlet eyes inside the door. It seemed as if some terrible monster was about to pour out from inside, pushing the door so hard that it creaked.

At the same time, Zhou Ning once again felt a terrifyingly powerful divinity staring at him, as if warning him not to act rashly.

Originally Zhou Ning still had doubts, but now it is obvious that this divinity comes from the god of death.

Zhou Ning snorted in his heart, and without hesitation, he flipped his right palm. A dark blue sword appeared on his palm, and he swung it out with all his strength.

Sword of Olympus! True Sword Twenty-Three!

Amidst the dazzling sword light and the sound of popping, this huge and strange door collapsed in an instant, and pieces of it fell to the ground one by one.

The panel then prompted:

You killed Dorothea (lv129), the High Priestess of the Curse Cult. You gained 254 million experience points.

[You killed Sir Archibald (lv130), and gained 262 million experience points.]

[You destroyed the quasi-artifact: The Gate to the Underworld. The God of Death's favorability towards you has decreased by 1999 points. You have effectively changed the course of the war.]

[The Curse Cult's favorability towards you has dropped by 0 points, and is now a permanent blood feud.]

Looking at the war panel again, the war progress between the two sides has dropped from 51:49 to 42:58. Killing these two angels and destroying a quasi-artifact only brought 9% progress to the battlefield. It seems that the scale of this war is far greater than he imagined.