Chapitre 460: The Eighth Element

"Lord Nidhogg, come."

Floating in midair, Watson faced Nidhogg with a severe expression.

Relying on water from the Spring of Life flowing through his body, Nidhogg's huge eyes, which had already recovered to their original state, turned and were fixed onto Watson's body. Then, when he suddenly stretched out his hand, countless undead armies rushed in Watson's direction with weapons in their hands.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Nidhogg had survived the battles then. He had fought for at least thousands of years, and thousands of years of fighting had made him tired. His desire to become a peak warrior had been destroyed, causing him to become what he was then. It was hard to imagine how many creatures he had killed to make him feel like killing was an incredibly dull thing.