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Undead Doctor Number 1

Christmas, there are no gifts that can be given away, so let’s throw it away first. Number 1 has been let go in Alienation, number 2 is the new one...

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Clouds are floating in the sky, and there is a faint moonlight on the clouds.

The night is already deep, and the mighty movements on the plain have not yet stopped. The fire spread, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the fireballs thrown by the catapults crossed the night sky from time to time, passing through the low woods, heading towards the end of the field of vision.

A dilapidated manor and castle, soldiers charging forward one after another under the night.

Those rushing forward were already extremely elite troops. They were divided into six directions and surrounded the manor and castle at the end of the field of vision. Although the numbers and flags were different, the combat effectiveness and coordination within each unit were quite high, and

The light of fighting spirit emitted by the battle mage, the various destructive magics of the battle mage, and the blessing and healing techniques to assist the battle are boiling over there. The boiling light spots in the sea of ​​​​people are blooming in various colors and forms, weaving into a death-like sea of ​​light.

The castle is constantly under attack in this ocean.

Compared to the fierce impact here and the sky-shattering shouts of killing, although the other side of the battle will also bring about huge shocks, there is no cry of killing. Under the night sky, most of the buildings outside the castle have been destroyed, and the remaining buildings have been destroyed.

Half of the core was also shaking and peeling off under the constant impact. The threat of trebuchets kept coming across the sky, lighting up a large ray of light when it hit the ground. However, in this bombardment, the guarding side did not see any panic, and the light shone brightly.

Everywhere, the bodies buried by the boulders just crawled out silently. Some bodies were lit by the fire, and the flames burned fiercely. The burning man just rushed into the battle, and was finally burned to ashes in the silent battle.

.

There was no shouting, no begging for mercy, no crying. When the army on the opposite side rushed over with hysterical shouts, they just faced it silently.

The castle is full of dead souls.

In the year 528 of the Warring States Period, the encirclement and suppression of the most evil necromancer Sharjah Barrymore on the continent has entered the final stage.

This holy war initiated by the Holy See and in which six nearby countries joined forces to join the army has lasted for more than half a year. The originally unknown Thorn Castle in the Salmon Province has therefore become a well-known symbol of darkness and evil in the entire continent.

place.

During the Seven Years' War that broke out to destroy the Rhine Empire, the most violent turmoil broke out in the province of Salmen. After the turmoil, there was a spreading plague. There were no natives left, and they had almost become a refuge for intelligent life.

Zeji's survival desert, the situation near Thorn Castle is even more serious. In the war that once broke out, it is said that more than 100,000 people were massacred here, including soldiers and civilians. After the war, resentment was soaring until two years ago.

, only then did some people come here and discover the erected dark sky and the rebuilt Castle of Thorns, and then they also learned the name of the Necromancer.

Sharjah Barrymore, whose family was once a nobleman of the Rhine Empire, was executed as a heretic for practicing undead magic a few years ago. When they learned that he built a castle here and trained an army of undead, people became even more worried.

He was called the last resentful spirit of the Rhine Empire.

Necromancers manipulate the dead and blaspheme life, which is an unforgivable heresy no matter what era. There have been several great chaos caused by necromancers on the mainland. The disaster of the undead in the early Warring States period even spread to cover the entire continent.

Three-quarters of it. Compared with the disaster that spread like locusts, the dark sky that appeared this time was not big. It just quietly occupied the most desolate end of the Salmon Province, just like an inconspicuous

A small town, but no one would suspect that the other party is gathering strength and intends to subvert the entire continent.

At first, the Holy See only sent out a cleanup mission through the Black Tower Council, and also sent its knights to encircle and suppress this place. However, when they entered the Dark Sky, they discovered that almost every undead here had a level seven or even

Only when powers above level 14, and several even surpassed level 22 and possessed the legendary realm, did everyone feel the pressure brought by the Necromancer.

For a long time, necromancers have followed a path that is everywhere. Most of the necromancers are fragile, but in the war-torn times, materials are everywhere. When fighting against necromancers, once the companions around you fall, they may not be able to stand up again.

Becoming an enemy is the most headache and frightening thing. But the enemy in front of you seems to have found a new way to increase the power of each undead to a terrifying level. The power is beyond the level seven or above of the undead black fighting spirit.

Even if they are not afraid of sunlight, the power of the Holy Light will be greatly weakened. Those above level 14 can even compete with the Holy Light. Once such an undead army spreads, the consequences will be disastrous.

At this time, the mainland was still at war. In the first year and a half after the Holy See issued the mission, the bounty continued to increase. Countless mercenary groups also returned in vain under this dark sky. The name of Sharjah Barrymore spread like a plague.

All over the continent, and later, even two legendary warriors were killed after entering the dark sky. Combined with the damage caused by the necromancer on the continent, although the opponent's necromancer army did not expand, such silence

This has created a greater deterrent, and no one knows when he will get angry.

Sharjah Barrymore's past was unearthed. He was once a member of the Barrymore family, one of the oldest families in the Rhine Empire. Because he was a mixed race of nobles and commoners, he was disqualified from inheriting. He had poor talent when he was young and had a bad personality.

Twisted, perhaps because of this, he sought strength from the extremely heretical necromancy. During the Seven Years' War, he and his sister betrayed their country, and his sister was beheaded for rebellion. The most evil thing about him is

Refining his sister's corpse into undead. In the later period of the Seven Years' War, he even practiced undead magic among the refugees. There is even a saying that he must be responsible for hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people near the Castle of Thorns.

Responsible for death... Such a monster with an extremely twisted personality will definitely commit crimes against humanity and society, there is no doubt about it.

At this time, although the Rhine Empire was destroyed and various countries were still fighting endlessly, the social situation was turbulent under the shadow of the undead. It was not until half a year ago that the Holy See finally united the forces of the six nearby countries to launch a holy war.

The army was dispatched. However, in the first four months, due to the failure of all countries to use their full strength, the attack on this small area near Thornburg was almost ineffective. By two months ago, everyone was aware of the huge threat of the necromancer.

, each compromised, and used their most elite forces to launch an attack, and finally achieved results. Until then, the battle line was pressed into the core of Thorn Castle.

The six-nation coalition forces continued to attack around the Thorn Castle. Behind the battle line, the brightly lit land was where the leaders of the six countries and the Holy See gathered, and a group of the most elite reserves were also gathering here. Noel's

The Rose Knight, the Black Knight of Istan, Fenrir's Fire Wolf Guard, the mysterious guard group known as the "Central Dogma" in the Holy See... Of course, their mission is not to engage in conventional combat, but more actually

It is to get involved in a situation that may be uncontrollable in the end and to protect the safety of some big shots.

At this time, in front of this camp, there are two emperors, three dukes, three marquises and a cardinal whose status is second only to the pope. These are the most elite knights in each country, and they are here to protect them more.

safety. Now on the grassy slope in front of the camp, they are watching the battle from a distance. It is already the last and most tense moment of the battle. Everyone is tensing up and watching the battle in the distance.

The light that lights up.

Magic, the light of fighting spirit, the light of flames, different armies have different battle areas, but they have all pressed into the interior of the Castle of Thorns, constantly destroying the huge black castle. Although the coalition forces are powerful, the resistance of the undead army

There is still no weakening, the black and gray fighting spirit, the necromancy spells, corrosion or curses pouring out from under the broken sky, extending like tentacles like angry waves. On one side of the castle, there are even two strong men who have entered the legendary realm.

There was a fierce battle in Jilie. However, the most shocking thing at this time was actually the battle that took place in the castle.

That's a black dragon.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, this huge black dragon fell from the sky, and the roar of "Sharjah!" enveloped the entire battlefield. The huge body carried the huge power that entered the legendary realm and tried to break into the core of the castle. Then it was blocked by another figure.

Halfway through, another legendary strongman from the coalition army joined the battle, and together with the dragon besieged the strongman on the undead side. Although the rear army extended the battle line by hundreds of meters, when this area

The area became a place where three forces collided, but no one dared to rush forward anymore.

The power of the black dragon is astonishingly powerful. Coupled with the attack of a legendary strongman, it should be regarded as invincible. However, after a quarter of an hour, the figure that resisted in the middle of the castle was one against two, but it was not even a step.

Did not retreat. At this time, looking over from a distance, the situation of the battle was unclear, but in general, the dragon was powerful, and there were a large number of reserves here. Everyone was just watching the development of the battle. From a distance, the dragon was again

A roar: "Sharjah——"

The dragon's voice is somewhat different from the human voice, but it speaks in human language, and there are traces of it. The dragon's voice sounds like it is full of resentment, but it also seems to have known Sharjah Barrymore before. Everyone

The appearance of this giant dragon was somewhat strange. At this time, Duke Arman of the Principality of Fenrir asked the cardinal who was sitting not far away: "Your Majesty, the appearance of this giant dragon, isn't it a request from the Holy See?"

Is it the assistance requested by Dragon Cliff?"

The cardinal named Dolores looked over there and shook his head: "Dragon Cliff did not respond to this incident, but heretics like Sharjah Barrymore have had countless grudges in the past.

It is not surprising that I have offended this giant dragon."

Not many people noticed that after saying these words, Dolores glanced at Grace Farrell, the Queen of the Principality of Noel, and then calmly returned to the battlefield.

"Haha, no matter what, if there is only one person over there, the combination of Master Herbert and a giant dragon, I think it is impossible to stop it." Duke Arman laughed to himself, "But the undead can't.

Fear has a longer endurance, so I can hold on a little longer. Who wants to bet on how long it will take for a breakthrough?"

Fenrir's people are heroic and love gambling. At this time, everyone's hearts are tense. Some people understand something, and some people don't. Grand Duke Steve, the commander of the black knights of Istan, frowned slightly and shook his head.

He shook his head: "Armen, you have no idea who is there."

"No matter who he is, he is just a dead man——"

Before he finished speaking, the battlefield at the end of his field of vision was suddenly shrouded by a shadow. It was three huge black shadows formed by fighting energy that merged into one, and the spiritual pressure expanded in all directions.

In an instant, it spread over a long distance and reached here. There was no sound, but the extremely solemn sound spread to everyone's heart like a chant. The sound was three-quarters solemn and seven-cent ferocious, although there was no actual sound.

Despite the lethality, the nearby priests and priests still instantly put up protective shields against spiritual shock, and the spiritual pressure spread like a wave in an instant.

Over there, the figure formed by fighting spirit waved a huge black sword. The sword light tore through the sky and slashed down angrily. It brought an astonishing blood light on the body of the giant dragon and chopped off several pieces of the black dragon's body.

A hundred meters away, there was a rumble rolling in the ruins.

Duke Arman suddenly stood up: "That...that is..."

"Three kings to kill." Someone answered for him.

"How, how is it possible! How can the undead kill the Three Kings..." He said a few words, and then he realized, "Ah, that is..."

As he spoke, the other side of his field of vision lost the power of the dragon's cooperation. Another martial artist with legendary power, Herbert, was also hit by a sword and flew out like a cannonball.

"Angelina..." Grand Duke Steve said the name slowly, "...Barrymore."

Angelina Barrymore is the sister of Sharjah Barrymore. She was the most dazzling general in the late Rhine Empire and one of the youngest sword masters on the continent. She was originally the adopted daughter of the Marquis of Lanster of the Barrymore family.

But she has unparalleled swordsmanship talent. Very few people know why this most dazzling general in the late enemy country had such a rebellion after becoming the commander of the Sixth Army of the Rhine Empire. But in any case, the rebellion was eventually suppressed, even though she

At that time, she was already a sword master in the legendary field, but she could not resist the attacks of six or seven legendary strongmen, including the Holy See, the entire Principality of Rhine and her teacher Camuel, the sword master. In the end, she was killed by her teacher Camuel's sword.

Beheaded, he fell like a meteor.

Later, people learned that Sharjah Barrymore stole his sister's body before burial and made it into a living corpse. This has always been the most evil crime committed by Sharjah Barrymore.

The Rhine Empire had fought several battles with Istan, and Angelina had led the Sixth Army to personally defeat Grand Duke Steve. That was why he was so familiar with this figure. But no matter who was present,

Not knowing the female swordsman at the end of the field of vision who had turned into a walking corpse, when the spiritual pressure of this three-king killing move passed through, everyone was deeply shocked by it.

Angelina originally inherited the lineage of Sword Master Camille, but the martial arts she is really good at is the most famous martial arts of the Barrymore family, the "Four Realms". This "Three Kings Kill" is the most obvious feature of the "Four Realms"

One of his tricks, he used one move to trigger spiritual resonance with his own power, embodying the figures of the three ancient emperors who symbolized "justice", "courage" and "broadness" on the mainland. On that day,

During the battle, it is said that a Holy See bishop who practiced great prophecy and had legendary power was cut off from the causal power of the magic network by this move and was chopped to pieces with a single sword.

But no matter how far Angelina could use this move when she was alive, this move requires the resonance of state of mind and spiritual power. Now that she is dead, how can she possibly resonate with justice, courage and broad-mindedness?

Spirit, in the past, the three kings were killed, the fighting spirit extended mightily, and the three figures all came in the form of golden glory. At this time, what can be said about the spiritual bodies gathered by the three black figures?

"That dragon... didn't suffer any fatal injuries. Can you show mercy?"

"No matter what, this test is difficult."

"Haha, no one thought that this would be an easy battle. They were already mentally prepared!" Arman smiled and waved his hand, not caring that he had said the wrong thing just now.

"That's right, there are still so many people who haven't really taken action, even if they weren't..." On one side, Victor, the emperor of the Coleman Empire, slowly spoke. He was a man in his early thirties, with a beard, and he was dignified and majestic.

The handsome young emperor was halfway through his words. He paused and looked at Grace Farrell not far away, "Even if it weren't for them, if Her Majesty Grace takes action, it's probably not Angelina or Sharjah.

, they are all available at your fingertips, right?”

Victor and Grace are both emperors. The significance of stepping into such a crisis at this time is actually very extraordinary. Externally, it may be said that the two emperors are on a personal expedition to defeat the evil necromancer, but internally, they have different opinions.

At this time, there seemed to be a slight irony in Victor's words. To others, it might sound like he was forcing the king of another country to die, but Arman smiled with the entourage next to him and whispered: "Young couple

in argument."

The Coleman Empire is a large country that rivals the former Rhine Empire. Victor is in his thirties and has inherited the throne. His own abilities are also very outstanding. The Principality of Noll is relatively small. Grace, as the queen, is similar in age and is also in her thirties.

, not married, she is extremely beautiful and has outstanding temperament, but no one has ever considered her to be weak.

The experience of this queen is also unusual. She has magic skills in the legendary field. She was once a female genius as famous as Angelina. Later, she murdered her father and brother and ascended to the throne of queen. The red carpet under the throne was also paved with blood.

Although his administration was peaceful after he succeeded to the throne, he was always cruel and merciless in dealing with his enemies. The reason why Armen thought it was a quarrel between young couples was because Victor proposed to Grace a few months ago, and this time the two

When people come over, in a certain sense, it is considered to mean joining forces or a blind date.

At this time, after hearing what the other party said, Grace, who had been quietly looking at the battlefield, Farrell turned his gaze coldly and fixed his gaze on Victor over there. If it was really flirting, such a look at each other

It might be very interesting, but she is a strong person in the legendary field. Although her power has not been unfolded at this time, her cold eyes are extremely coercive. After a while, she may be in the spirit of a good man not fighting with a woman.

, Victor turned his eyes away and shrugged slightly, his expression... seemed to be unhappy or unwilling.

No matter what, there are always people who know something in this place. When Grace turned her gaze to the battlefield again, the old Duke next to Victor turned his body sideways and sighed.

"She is like an elemental bottle now. It will explode when touched. At this time, Your Majesty, why do you have to touch her..."

Victor did not speak, but after a moment, he stood up from his seat, put on his long cloak, turned and left: "I'm going for a walk."

Before he walked out of the field, the atmosphere on the battlefield over there seemed to have begun to change. A slight silence and depression came over him. He stopped and looked back. The battle had not stopped. The soldiers were still charging, but the atmosphere

It became stagnant, and for the first time in many days, the atmosphere on this battlefield seemed to become quieter.

A moment later, a report came.

The undead front began to shrink.

"The last time... is almost here." Victor murmured, and then ordered the people around him, "Call a few masters... to prepare."

Our vision spanned the battlefield, crossing the river of light formed by the sea of ​​people and conflicts, and we entered the core of the old castle.

Vibrations came from the outside, constantly shaking the black building. The flames of war burned, and light shone into the glazed windows. Occasionally, a red light caused by a fireball would streak across.

"Going down the mountain from the path behind the castle, the knight promised the princess that he must find a shield with the power of the earth and a sword with the power of fire, and then find the twigs of the World Tree, come back and kill the evil necromancer, and rescue the beautiful princess.

To restore peace to the earth, he walked across the nine mountains..."

Slow and gentle voices echoed in the space, almost diluting the urgent sounds coming from the outside world. This was a large house, but due to the number of people gathered at this time, it already seemed small and crowded. The house had thick walls

Walls, beautiful fireplaces, tables and chairs of all sizes, and the light of candles illuminated the room. It swayed with the vibration, and occasionally sand and stones rustled down. The man sat on the chair by the fireplace, slowly

Slowly turning the pages of the huge book in his hand, there are illustrations on the pages, full of fairy tales.

The children gathered in the room, filling the whole room, listening to him telling these stories. I don’t know how many children were sitting or standing. Many were lying on the bed, and some children were sitting on the bed.

On the shoulders of the older children in front, they were dazed, laughing, and whispering to each other. They... could move.

The clothes worn by the children are actually clean, but if ordinary people were here, they would smell a strong corpse odor.

The battle continued outside, and the man sat there, quietly telling the story in the storybook. His hair was very long, all white, but it did not look elegant or beautiful, it was a little messy, and even a little sparse.

Under the long hair, his body and face were both thin. When he told stories, he had a slight smile on his face. It was a peaceful smile, but his eyes looked dead. His age could not be seen from his appearance. The dust followed the castle

The trembling sound occasionally fell in the room. He talked for a long time and felt a little thirsty. He reached for the teacup on the stool next to him. When he put it to his mouth, he found that there was no tea in the teacup. Instead, there was a layer of dust. So he

He put it back and reached out to turn another page of the storybook.

"He got the shield and hurried back... The dragon gave him the blessed ring... He finally passed through the dangerous mountains and came to the World Tree. The World Tree was so big... So,

He finally climbed to the top of the branch... and pierced the evil mage's heart with his sword, and all the guards stopped moving..."

He had been telling this fairy tale gently and methodically. At some point on the battlefield outside, a shout of "Shaja" seemed to be heard, mixed with the accent of dragon language, but he did not pause. Finally, the fairy tale book opened

Reached the last page.

"Peace has been restored to the world, and the prince and princess live happily together..." He smiled and said this sincerely. After finishing speaking, he looked at the illustration deeply for a long time, and then finally turned the page.

I turned to the back cover of the fairy tale book and looked at the children in the room.

"Okay, it's very late. After telling the story, everyone should go back to the room and sleep."

The children stood up, making noisy noises in the room, and some even shouted "Ah--", stretched out, and began to pour out of the door. Outside was a dark, circular corridor.

, although the battlefield outside can be seen, there is no damage here. Even the trebuchet did not damage this place. The firelight lit up the corridor. This was to allow the children to return to their rooms conveniently, and then

, the white-haired man also came out. He was wearing a robe that was so thin that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.

far away.

The front line of the battlefield, the catapult position.

"Discover……"

"Discover the target——"

"Prepare the magic mark..."

"Hurry up!"

"Hit him! You must hit him——"

The fire in the corridor became the most obvious sign in the darkness. In an instant, the entire battlefield was boiling. Some were boiling, while others gradually died down. These were different reactions that spread due to tension. On the corridor

, the man watched the children running ahead to different rooms, followed them with a smile, and then, the light lit up the side of his face.

The huge fireball thrown by the trebuchet streaked across the sky.

"Sleep well."

As he walked forward, a child pushed open the door and entered the room in front of him. Fireballs streaked towards him.

boom--

The fire was radiating, and gravel was flying. In front, huge flaming boulders were blasted from the side of the corridor. Some children who were still running flew out in the fire. However, he did not stop him. Half of the corridor

Everything began to crack and collapse, but he just walked forward.

"Sleep well..."

Collapsed and burning stones blocked his way, but he didn't pay attention. When he walked over, the stones naturally eroded away, and all obstacles disintegrated in front of him, allowing him to pass. There was actually some ground.

It had collapsed, but when he passed by, his footsteps were flying on the road that no longer existed. He just walked over and reached out to pat the door that no longer existed next to it.

"Sleep well."

The castle in this area began to collapse faster. He walked forward in the corridor that no longer existed in mid-air, patted the door that did not exist, and said good night to the children who did not exist. Nothing could hurt him. Then, he

Enter the interior of the castle.

All the way down, he walked into a room.

This was a simple but clean room. The woman was sitting on a chair at the end of the room, seemingly waiting for him to come over. When she saw him coming in, she smiled, and he walked over there. In fact, the woman

She is tall, but well-proportioned and slender, and does not appear fat or strong visually. She has a charming heroic spirit between her eyebrows. She is sitting there, wearing thin armor and a female warrior uniform, with a huge sword leaning against the wall.

The name of the sword is "Hengcheng".

He walked over and sat down on the ground next to the woman. The woman stretched out her hand, put her arm around his shoulders, and let him lean on her thigh. The castle was still shaking, and the two of them sat quietly like this.

They leaned together, quietly, and I don't know how long it took. When the man stood up, the woman had closed her eyes, quietly, as if she had fallen asleep.

He looked at the woman's face, and then picked her up. A coffin had appeared in the middle of the room. He walked towards the coffin and put the woman's body into the coffin. He stared at the face for a while, and then from

He picked up a black book from the table next to him, walked a few steps, walked back, picked up the quill pen on the table, opened the title page of the book, and added a line of words:

Nothing cannot die, nothing can be resurrected.

He put the book into the coffin and closed the lid.

On that day, I suddenly understood that the waves of fate are like the wind and river in the sky, and a person cannot struggle even if he is in it, no matter how powerful he is.

"I'm sorry, sister, I can't stay with you until the end..."

He slapped it down with one palm.

Rumble, rumble -

The whole earth is shaking, the castle is rustling, and the outer layer is beginning to collapse at an accelerated rate. There is a deep pit with an invisible bottom on the floor of the room. The coffin is buried deep into the ground. The spell has begun to operate. I hope the castle

If it collapses, no one will come to pursue it, and even if it is pursued, even a strong man in the legendary realm will be seriously injured by the huge explosion at the moment when the coffin is forcibly opened. In any case, the power of the Holy Light contained in it will destroy the sister's body.

Purification, no matter what form it takes, I hope my sister can rest in peace.

But he couldn't sleep here with his sister. Those people must see his body.

He walked over and picked up the giant sword in the corner. This giant sword itself was not a magical weapon. It had gone through thousands of battles and had countless gaps on its edge. However, even so, when it fell into his hands, a fierce force came out.

The violent and unyielding aura still spread out.

"Hengcheng, let's go..."

Then, he heard singing.

They heard singing.

In the distance, the singing voice coming from the dilapidated castle at the end of the battlefield had no melody to speak of, and the lyrics were completely unclear. However, the singing voice of the thousands of undead souls still in stock at this time still spread throughout the night sky.

"Four Days of Death Songs..."

Someone slowly said this name. This is a song that the dead have been humming every night for two years. The tune is weird. I don’t know who gave it such a name. It’s like a requiem.

The melody of hell. In this most eerie and quiet moment, the melody sounded again. They looked over there quietly and listened quietly. At some unknown moment, Cardinal Dolores frowned,

He looked towards Queen Grace and saw that she had her eyes closed and her hands were moving slightly, as if she was responding softly to something.

After a long time, Dolores suddenly spoke: "Through the white fog..."

Grace opened her eyes: "Through the white fog, the grass swayed in the wind..."

"...The light spots in the morning sway in the embrace of the green trees..."

"...the poem of rain, the loneliness in the first melody..."

"This is a morning ceremony..."

As Grace murmured, the singing still continued, but without lyrics, it just sounded like a sinister hum, and the melody was out of tune. In fact, the bodies of the living corpses have begun to decay over the years, and their vocal cords

They can't make a normal sound, but they can finally make a hoarse hum. At this time every day, when the children are going to bed, the zombies start to sing. Of course, maybe the person who taught them to sing this song starts singing it himself.

Sometimes he is also outspoken...

"...The rain curtain covered the streets at dusk and moistened them..."

"...the moonlight spreads, creating a holy dance..."

"...We are looking forward, looking forward, looking forward, waiting for the dawn..."

He walked out of the room and gradually came to the inner street. The undead souls had already gathered on the street. He dragged the sword and greeted the people he knew amidst the singing of the undead souls all over the city.

.

"Marcas..."

"Gray..."

"Hayden..."

"Lina..."

"Gabriela..."

It was not easy for him, who was once lonely, to remember the names of these people, but he still remembered that when resurrecting them in such a mass grave, he had tried hard to check every document he could find.

Relics, look for traces of their lives, and try to remember them. As long as you can remember them, their deaths may not be so worthless.

Of course, there were not many relics that matched the number that could be found. Compared to the total number of undead in the entire castle, there were not many, so he bowed to them and said to them: "I'm sorry, everyone..."

"I'm sorry everyone..."

As he spoke, the undead souls began to fall down wherever he walked, and only their last remaining flesh and blood spread over and began to melt into his body.

The last song had already settled, and the battlefield fell into silence. The attacking army had completely realized that something was wrong. When they saw the first human soldier, he had been wrapped in flesh and blood armor and turned into a deformed giant two meters tall.

Holding Hengcheng in hand, he looked back.

Half of the castle has been plunged into flames, and now it has fallen into silence in the flames. It's a pity that he originally planted many trees in the castle. Although he could only plant shade trees due to the dark sky, they are actually quite beautiful.

It looks like the grassland in front of you. Generally speaking, the place where the necromancer is located is mostly a rotten swamp or a bone burial place. He made a grassland and many low woods. There are several teams

When the mercenaries who came over expressed doubts, he said to them: "This is called humor."

However, once word spreads, it will probably only become a symbol of evil or psychopathic behavior.

I remember someone once told him that no matter what the situation, a good man should have a sense of humor.

It's a pity that until now, he may still not be able to learn it.

"Sharjah——"

The roar of the giant dragon came over, and he looked at the side of the castle, where the huge black dragon was struggling to get up in a pool of blood, and then smiled faintly and opened his mouth slightly.

"Thank you, but...save your strength, you won't be able to get up for the time being..."

He no longer looked at the giant dragon, but turned back to the light at the end of his field of vision. Then, he clenched the giant sword in his hand. Although his eyes were looking into the distance, he still spoke to the soldiers in front.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, so even though it's my first time to fight like this... I won't show mercy."

The next moment, he took off his gentle mask and transformed into the devil.

Rush out with a bang!

"What... exactly does he want to do..."

When looking at the river of blood extending at the end of the field of vision, everyone watching the battle was shocked by this scene. When the vortex transformed into flesh and blood rushed straight into the battle formation composed of thousands of people, the force displayed by it

, turned out to be not magic, but fighting spirit.

Regarding the final battle, how to restrain Sharjah? Everyone has thought about, considered, and planned Barrymore's real move. Although it cannot be said that there is much certainty, but in any case, this person should be a magician or a necromancer.

, how could he become such a warrior who uses fighting spirit!

The legendary almost impossible dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? Or has he really reached that god-like state, the end of his power, and the same destination through different paths?

The vibrations on the battlefield reached its peak almost in an instant. When the figure rushed out from the dead castle and smashed into the group of soldiers at the front without any reservation, he was in sight in the blink of an eye.

A river of blood stretched out from the end. It was a torrent of blood that was completely made up of life and blood. These elite soldiers rushing at the front are not weak on the mainland. They are beyond the seventh level and can emit fighting spirit.

There were everywhere, but when the force crushed them, they didn't even have a chance to escape. They were directly broken into blood and minced meat flying all over the sky. And the next moment, countless arrows, spears, and weapons were used to attack.

Magic, magic light used to bind, slow down, and curse, has been gathering here.

On a battle formation composed of tens of thousands of people, when this kind of power gathers in one place, the situation is extremely magnificent and terrifying. The light of elements and fighting spirit converges in mid-air into a furious wave dozens of meters high, and then moves toward

As the direction of Sharjah Barrymore begins to compress, behind the angry wave of light, there are hundreds of forces gathering at a crazy speed. When the two fronts touch, the explosion is enough to shake the earth.

Thunder.

Rumble, rumble, rumble -

The terrifying magic front couldn't stop the oncoming figure, and it almost didn't even achieve the purpose of slowing down the opponent. In the blink of an eye, it retreated a hundred meters and kept pushing back. The battle formation at the front was directly torn apart.

A terrifying gap was made, and what made up this road was the astonishing spread of sticky blood and meat sauce on the grass.

The figure broke through the charging team in front and brought the palace magic team behind into view. The magician who was close to the legendary realm used his strongest magic. However, the light lit up and he and the magical power were involved in the terrifying vortex of fighting spirit.

In the spin, the other mages who were unfortunately involved in this straight line were turned into meat.

The fire exploded, and a huge trebuchet was broken through. Countless parts flew into the sky together with the huge crane. When it fell, it was also broken down into sawdust by the fighting spirit and merged into the blood river behind. When

This terrifying power tore apart the first front line directly. The strongest forces originally in the battle formation finally moved. In the western sky, a figure seemed to be pulled down.

The clouds are trying to guide the thunder and lightning bred in the billowing black clouds. This is the magician in the legendary field accumulating power, and a ray of fighting spirit is like a bright meteor tearing through the night sky, suddenly piercing the night sky and piercing towards Sharjah Barrymore.

.

This thrust into the legendary realm, but in the vortex of fighting spirit, a more brilliant flower exploded. Two light paths extended from the fighting spirit in an instant, and then they came together again, and the four realms

The double-pointed path in the sky slashed this legendary strong man to pieces with one sword.

"He is coming to kill..."

"The Black Knight is ready..."

"Fire Wolf Guard, attack from the left..."

"The central dogma comes into play..."

In the venue where they were originally watching the battle, the leaders of various forces began to move. Although they were aware of the danger, they had been preparing for this moment from the beginning. The resources of the six countries and the Holy See had invested, no matter how powerful this person was.

, there is no possibility of retreating. When Cardinal Dolores stepped off the platform, looking back, only Queen Grace was still sitting there quietly, looking at the extending river of blood.

, there was no movement at all. He frowned, then turned and left.

people.

people.

people.

There are people everywhere in front of you, behind you, in the sky and on the ground, countless and countless people. It is said that everyone's will is gathered together to form destiny.

He once only dreamed of being a healer or a potion master, but he never thought that fate, like a huge conspiracy, had already enveloped him in darkness.

His sister is an amazingly talented person. He never thought about competing with her for power or status. At that time, he just felt that he could live quietly and live quietly with the sister he had always admired. Then

Okay. Although after the death of his parents, in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them had the shadow of a sibling struggle for power, in fact, he still lived a carefree life.

At that time, his sister, who had joined the army early to hone his martial arts skills, began to become silent and quiet, and sometimes there was an obvious bloody and ferocious aura about him. Although his sister tried to restrain herself in front of him, he still vaguely felt it. At first

His sister once told him: "You have to become very strong." But he didn't understand what she meant. He was considered by everyone to be untalented and indeed he didn't have much talent for practicing martial arts or practicing magic. He wanted to be a doctor.

, treating patients, he never thought about competing with his sister. Slowly, his sister finally gave up and stopped talking. It took him a long time to understand that he had misunderstood his sister's meaning from the beginning.

Perhaps since the death of her parents, her sister has been aware of the huge conspiracy. She may have thought that both siblings must become strong and fight against it. However, the weak self at that time could not become a person from the beginning.

The pillar behind my sister, the sister who was fighting alone began to become more and more withdrawn. There was no one she could trust or support each other. When she finally realized the conspiracy, it was already too late.

"I will let Lanster's children and descendants bear endless infamy, and let all of you... die without peace!"

At that time, I was ignorant and never thought that hatred could have such a huge power. Now that I think about it, maybe the Code of the Undead falling into my hands was part of this plan. I only have amazing talents in treating others.

In the end, the practice of necromancy was integrated into the healing arts, which made the practice of necromancy advance by leaps and bounds. But by this time, even with all the efforts, it was already too late. My sister, who had become a sword master at that time, launched the rebellion, and my own strength at that time

, still unable to intervene.

"I promised my father that I will take good care of you, so if you can't carry it, my sister will help you carry it..."

Only then did I understand that my sister who became withdrawn at that time was not because she disliked me. The feeling of gaining understanding was happiness, but this happiness was also so short-lived. My sister finally died, and he was also criticized for practicing necromancy.

Although he practices necromancy just to save people through its techniques, who would believe it?

Since then, he has walked on the continent, been hurt and misunderstood, and saved some people. However, once the cover of necromancy is lifted, all he faces are looks of hatred. He has long been accustomed to such looks, but

During the Seven Years' War and the Battle of Thornburg, he wanted to help the refugees escape, stop the enemy, treat the wounded, and call for reinforcements. But in the end, the reinforcements did not come. They treated hundreds of thousands of people as pawns.

When people were being killed in front of his eyes, he finally knew that he could no longer bear this fate like the weight of mountains. He had already died at that time, and the only person who survived after that was a piece of his final instinct.

Just a resentful spirit.

In the years of war, lack of medical treatment, and the limited effectiveness of the Holy Light's treatment, necromancy has often become the cheapest and most effective way to save lives. Local necrosis, and then slowly reversed, can give

People gain more vitality. He has never thought of using necromancy to seek immortality. It is precisely because of the irreversibility of death that life becomes so precious. This is what he understood early on.

But in his last few years, he still wanted to try his best, not so that people could live forever, but so that people who could have lived could at least live for as long as they should have.

.This is something that he knew was destined to fail from the beginning, but he just did it like this, and reaching this point can be regarded as the end. Thousands of words can only be summed up in this sentence:

"I'm sorry everyone..."

people.

people.

people.

There were people everywhere, powerful and weak, people he had known before and people he didn't know. No matter how many people there were, he could only rush past them with all his strength, even though... nothing could be changed...

This is his last burning point of light...

Under the moonlight, thunder and lightning raged, and the colliding fighting spirit was like blooming flowers. The earth shook like thunder, and various forces gathered through the power of the spell, lighting up the night sky.

The river of blood spreads, this is a battlefield belonging to the sanctuary.

In a quarter of an hour, the legendary strongman who belonged to the Six Nations Allied Forces had lost half of his strength. No one had ever thought that a strong man who had already entered the legendary realm would lose his weight so quickly.

The strongest troops accumulated by various countries often have the ability to pool their strength and push it into the legendary realm, making it even unmatched by ordinary legendary powerhouses. However, by this time, most of the Black Knights were dead and wounded, the Fire Wolf Guards were almost completely wiped out, and the rest

The team was also miserable. On one side of the battlefield, Dolores commanded the members of the Central Doctrine of the Sanctuary to prepare for the last curse: "He is also at the end of his crossbow, cheer up——"

The investment of so much power is not without effect. The monster-like Sharjah, who is wrapped in flesh and blood? Barrymore also suffered countless injuries in this quarter of an hour. Every part of his body, including his head, has been completely injured.

The reserved heavy blows, the power of magic, and the power of fighting spirit not only blocked his progress, but also spared no effort to destroy everything that could be destroyed in his body. A spear and a big sword penetrated his body. At this time, he still

Embedded on it. But the demonic power has not stopped. It is still roaring and boiling like the original. The strong men in the legendary field can only retreat in front of it. The powerful magic blasts up. The most obvious thing is that

It's like a tidal wave, and no one knows where his limit is.

"Devil! I want you to die——"

In the sky, surging fighting energy gathered, and the knight holding a sharp sword, covered in blood, fell from the sky. As he slashed with his sword, fighting energy spread, and spiritual pressure swept out. This was a golden, authentic killing of the three kings.

This man was once another disciple of the Sword Master Kamuel. It is said that he was engaged to Angelina. Since Angelina was turned into a living corpse after her death, he had been rushing in during the battle against Sharjah.

The front.

When the sword energy dropped, all he saw was a pair of blood-colored pupils that suddenly raised up, and the giant sword Hengcheng suddenly raised.

An even more majestic spiritual pressure swept through everything around him, and the golden giant shadows of the three ancient emperors merged into one. What rushed out from Sharjah was a more majestic and vast sword move, the same three kings killing, "

"Broad", "Courage", "Justice", no one expected that this evil Necromancer could also use this powerful resonance sword move. When this giant golden shadow appeared on the earth, the figure descended from the sky.

Almost insignificant, it was turned into light powder by a sword swing.

At the moment when everyone was still in shock, in the vast golden ocean, the demon's body flew into the sky, holding swords in both hands, and slashed down towards the woman who had been watching the battle on the platform in front, with overwhelming force.

The woman raised her head, and the wind blew her blond hair. In the sky, the giant net of power set by the magician made countless explosions. Thunder and lightning tore through the atmosphere, and fighting spirit surged up. However, no matter what, it could not stop this sword.

With such power, everything was torn apart.

From the side of the battlefield, Dolores turned back and signaled: "Get ready to launch."

On the other side, Victor looked at all this and murmured: "He has gone crazy. What are you doing...avoiding..."

Some people know something, and some people don't know. People are worried about the woman who raised her head and remained motionless under that sword move, but not many. As the queen of the Principality of Noel, she is also known as the Storm Goddess.

Grace Farrell was once a magic genius as famous as Angelina Barrymore. She has not fought personally for several years, but her power is probably the strongest among everyone present.

If they gather in front of her, it is not impossible to block or escape.

However, when the sword was cut down, everyone realized that their guess was wrong.

The demon figure more than two meters high fell. In front of the sword, countless barriers were eroded like water patterns. They were not cut open by fighting spirit, but disappeared naturally like hallucinations. The demon held the sword in both hands, the sword pointed straight.

It landed on the woman's forehead, but stopped suddenly.

On the side of the battlefield, Dolores waved his arm and activated the spell. The next moment, the power of backlash surged from his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Behind him, dozens of members of the Central Doctrine suffered a huge backlash at the same time.

Flying out.

Not only here, but also in the front, there were countless forces that seized on this moment of stagnation and blasted the force onto the demon's back.

There were huge vibrations, explosions, and air currents flying around, but the figure didn't even move. But at the next moment, the giant shadow in the dust withdrew its sword behind it, and with an "ah" sound, it slashed horizontally, with a hoarse cry.

Deep, but when the sword edge was swung at the woman's neck, it was still unable to make an inch forward. The sword edge trembled in the air, making a long "quiet" sound that lasted for a long time.

"Why...you...come here..."

The two figures stood there, fighting continuously. There were countless gaps in the huge Hengcheng, and it had almost turned into a serrated sword. The woman raised her head, listening to his question, and raised her left hand,

It seemed that he wanted to hold Hengcheng on his shoulders, and his right hand stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch the opponent's face that was included in the terrifying flesh and blood, but he failed in the end.

"I haven't been able to find you. I want to stay with you until the end..." she said, "I'm sorry..."

Blood gushed out, and the woman hugged the giant sword with her thin arms. The giant sword, which had been rushing towards the demon god and killed thousands of people without ever being separated, finally left the demon god's hand.

, the woman held the giant sword diagonally, and embedded the blade stained with countless blood into her body.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The clear murmur kept ringing in the night wind of the battlefield. In front, the figure of the devil stood there. The flesh and blood in his body finally began to disintegrate, and the body included in it began to break away. He seemed to be smiling.

, seemed to cry softly, and finally rolled forward and fell on the grass, with long white hair, delicate appearance, thin and thin.

The woman held the sword and knelt down in front of him, blood spreading in all directions.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

The night wind picked up the murmurs and apologies and floated across the sky above the field of vision, where smoke and dust were mixed with each other. At the end of the field of vision, above the clouds, was the moon as clear as before.

"Ah...I see..."

He looked at the moonlight, and in his field of vision, it was as if the wind of destiny had finally rolled over him, carrying the gunpowder smoke and the moonlight, drifting into the distance...

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