Venner noticed something moving, and when he looked down, he saw molten metal flowing around him, joining other metal flows, and soon forming the form of an undead infantryman.
He had seen scenes of enemies resurrecting before, but it had never been so shocking, because the Necrons had been slow to resurrect before, and they could not be resurrected after being completely defeated.
This subverted his understanding of this race. Apparently they have more advanced methods of resurrection...
And the technician also noticed Wenner. His marshal uniform was really conspicuous. The alien wizard made a sharp sound, then raised the scepter in his hand, and the energy on it was ready to go out——
Suddenly, the tomb technician trembled, and a sword was thrust out from behind him, penetrating his sternum, and then he was dragged to the ground, and his head was crushed with a big foot.
"Lord Thor!"
Sol didn't say anything, just dropped the next sentence.
"Protect the marshal's safety."
"yes!"
More than a dozen Crusaders immediately surrounded them, but Wenner obviously didn't appreciate it, so he just stepped forward and continued to move forward.
His final battle is here, on this battlefield...
On the other side, the undead overlord who was famous in the galaxy in the past is also watching his battlefield...
With neat steps, the Lich Guards in front of him stepped forward and walked towards the stairs in front to block the attacker.
And he is only one person.
The queue of Lich Guards crowded the stairs leading to the Overlord, but amid the fierce metal collisions, heads, severed phase weapons and lifted shields continued to fly into the air.
These are the most elite warriors of the Menak dynasty. Their bodies are covered with tiny and complex carvings, and are also covered with dark, smooth black stones that are as smooth as rain. They are almost liquid in the dark environment, which makes them even
Able to withstand direct shelling without much damage.
But now all they can do is delay...
Facing the violent storm of slashes, their proud strength and tenacity were useless. The sword blade that should have broken on them could easily chop off their heads and insert into the gaps between their bodies, especially the opponent's.
The sword's blade was extremely fast, almost creating a double blade when it was swung.
Click!
There was another crisp sound, and the sword blade crossed the shield in a perfect straight line, piercing the thick bone plate, and sparks flew along the ribs and spine.
The Lich Guard's torso radiated light from the inside out, and the bones were reflected by the silver flames. The light flowed from their eye sockets, and then collapsed to the ground like rotten wood. Their staggering legs were still weak even as they turned into ashes.
Waving, even the air was filled with crackling embers.
"Soshiyang doesn't dare to use his power, but this has no effect on me. Although I am not as powerful and commanding as him, active metals and black stones... are still easy to deal with."
The blade of the sword was as nimble as a needle, passing through the thin gap between the shield and the guard plate, and slid into the throat of a Lich Guard who was holding a war scythe and trying to attack from the side, as gracefully as some kind of bird.
The active metal reinforced by black stone was cut like water along the crystal edge of the blade. The Lich Guard then fell like a disconnected puppet, and the terrifying light in its eyes flashed away.
Through the towering shields and scythes, Amnak's sharp eyes were fixed on Marklan Kutrach, who stood like a lone wolf in front of the rising torrent of steel bones.
The next second, he threw out the sword in his hand, and it turned into a silver meteor. Wherever the sword touched, the Lich Guards fell one after another. Their armor could not withstand the attack from the most powerful Star God.
Power - even if it's just a servant.
The moment the sword blade hit the front door, the Overlord was enveloped by an invisible force and flicked the sword into the sky.
Amnak slapped a Lich Guard in front of him with his sword, causing the attacker to stagger back. He seized the opportunity and kicked the opponent's shield hard. When the opponent fell, he stepped on it and jumped up.
over a distance of tens of meters.
The sword that was knocked away fell down and was held again.
Once again, the sword rises and falls.
For about one heartbeat, dozens of sparkling silk threads illuminated the entire central tomb. They were like silk swaying in the wind, fluttering in the breeze above the heads of the Lich Guards.
Then they were intertwined, twisted, and knotted until these threads turned into a dazzling network of gold and silver.
When Amnak stretched out his arms and held the swords down gracefully like flying birds, a web of light fell between the tight ranks of the Lich Guards...
Click...
The insignificant cutting sound passed away, and they fell into pieces, rolling and sliding like broken masonry.
Amnak spun and swept the blade of his right hand towards the undead overlord, but only saw the thread being torn and broken the moment it came into contact with the opponent.
The protective runes on the undead overlord's body also shone like dying stars. The power of this attack was so great that even through the protective spell, it could feel the chill even though it could no longer feel the temperature.
The coldness is like the strong wind on the winter ocean, which can scratch its metal cheeks, carrying a malice that transcends years.
Marklan Kutrach stood still, but his heart was shaken. This was the most terrifying sword he had seen in hundreds of millions of years!
Snap!
With several crisp sounds, all the amulets and orbs on the undead overlord were shattered.
Eventually, the flood turned into a torrent, and then only a trickle remained, exposing the form behind the layers of protection.
The undead overlord is tall and has slender limbs. The gleaming black stone armor is inlaid with many flashing jewels. Under the towering crown, there is a barren and indifferent face, without any motivation or emotion, but the burning eyes are
Exudes cold arrogance.
In its hand, it held a dark war scythe, with a circle of symbols carved on its long handle, which seemed to be rotating and meandering.
"Warp rot!"
With a roar, the Necromancer took a step forward, and the war scythe drew an arc. Before it could hit the opponent, another shining mark hit the war scythe, making a crisp and loud sound.
If he misses a blow, the Overlord immediately sweeps forward. This is not an attack, but a defense, otherwise the opponent's sword may stab him.
Boom!
The blade of the sword grazed the long handle of the war scythe. Even though the Overlord tried hard to block it, the force of the blow still made it take a step back, and the energy nodes on its body steamed in the dark light.
Amnak stepped forward again, gripped the sharp blade tightly, and spun around to draw a fatal arc.
After several consecutive attacks, the overlord retreated steadily, but fortunately its Lich Guards gathered again.
"bed bugs!"
When the sword blade scratched his chest, and a ball of sparks exploded, Marklan Kutlach couldn't help but curse. When he saw the scratch on his chest suddenly expanded on its own, and then a series of arcs burst out from his energy nodes with a snap.
, it had to return behind the Lich Guard's shield.