The green lightning was flashing in the tunnel, and there was only the last hundred meters between the demon and the Nehekhara people.
The monster, like a manta fish flying in the sky, was getting closer and closer to the Nehekhara airship, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Behind them, there are manta rays that have been modified to look like flying saucers. On their bodies, there are blue riders who look like demons standing one after another. Obviously, they are the real elites.
"Prepare to fight, don't let the gods underestimate you."
The Lybalas officer yelled on the deck of the airship, but not only the soldiers, but also his own legs were shaking.
Everyone knows that once the airbag above the head is destroyed, everyone on the airship will be finished.
"Hot-blooded ones, stand back! Your creations are too fragile!"
A rhinoceros rider approached the airship, shouted in the ears of Wosolun and all Lybalas soldiers, and then immediately drove his mount to fly higher into the sky.
The rhinoceros was flapping its wings laboriously, and the riders quickly formed a formation during this period, forming a formation of four rhinoceros, forming about a dozen formations with upper and lower parts.
The Skink held the throwing spear in his hand and looked warily in the direction of the demon.
His fighting partner, the beast at his feet, was constantly flapping its blue and yellow wings, climbing above the demon, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were not climbing as fast as the demon.
In just a few dozen seconds, they would be overwhelmed by the tide of monsters.
"These lizard heads, aren't they afraid of death!?"
Lybalas's soldiers cursed, not knowing whether they were scolding the lizard people for their stupidity or their own weakness.
"Hurry and prepare your bows and arrows, we have to prepare to fight those monsters!"
The officer next to him called, but the officer walked towards the back of the airship by himself, passing through the lintel decorated with stained glass, and behind it was the location of the Grand Vizier of Lahmia.
Beside Grand Vizier Vosoren, his students looked at the flying cavalry of the Lizardmen in the distance, taking away the lives of enemy soldiers one after another in the air, and finally had to die in the siege.
A large number of rhinosaurs and skink lizards fell hundreds of meters into the sky and were thrown to the ground so that no one could recognize them in life.
Seeing this, a mage apprentice sitting in the observer's seat trembled and asked Wosuolun.
"Teacher, should we lower the sky boat first?"
Although they had discovered traces of the demons long ago, much earlier than now, Wosolun has not allowed them to land to avoid fighting, and only asked them not to stop communicating with the ground for a moment.
On the ground, neither Alkadiza nor the lizard man gave any more orders. He no longer believed that his teacher had failed to fulfill his obligation to fight.
Not to mention, he doesn't want to be eaten by monsters or fall to his death from the sky.
Hearing this, Wosolun's sunken eyes that were completely hardened stared at the devil who had approached the frontmost hot air balloon cordon. Under his attack, the hot air balloon quickly turned into a big fireball without any soldiers.
Able to survive from there.
The Grand Vizier touched his dry scalp that was as thin as paper, held the core energy rune disk made of gold at his side with his dry fingers, and said in his voice as dry as a broken bellows. p>
"No, the more times this happens, the more Nehekhara's army relies on our guidance and command."
The feeling linked to his will shows that the purified magic flow filled in by the spiritual vein network on this airship can still last for several hours, and they must hold on at least until that time.
On the battlefield, airships are much better as a means of reconnaissance than those hot air balloons.
The Grand Vizier quickly gave orders to his students.
"Stick to your post, continue to communicate with the people below, and report the battlefield situation. You, tell Alkadiza that we need support and ask him to find the lizard man Slan. I will continue to delay for a while."
Wosolun took out the staff placed on the rack, and the majestic will that had nothing to do with the physical state immediately poured into it.
This was a new staff that he had just finished building not long before his expedition. Its body was made of rosewood, and the priest's staff, which symbolized death, was wrapped in the shroud of an unlucky death sacrifice.
At the tip, the symbol originally used to worship the God of Death has been replaced by a rune plate wrapped with three purple gems.
Through the intertwined triangular spikes, this staff can direct Wosolun's magic in any direction according to his will, making it easier to form any change he has mastered.
With the waving of the staff, purple mist appeared on the undead engine along with every shadow blocked by the wooden wall, like a shroud covering the corpse.
The cyan in the undead engine and the purple of the wind of death alternately shine, and the purple halo, symbolizing death, surrounds the airship and spreads towards the airspace where there is no longer any friendly forces around.
As soon as they came into contact with this halo, the blue-purple monsters began to fly up and down in the sky in pain, especially the flying saucer-shaped monsters, which immediately knocked several riders off their bodies.<
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Those riders who looked like they didn't know whether they were humans or demons, immediately turned into shapeless pieces like skink lizards.
As the purple mist continued to pour into the core of the undead engine, the halo formed a spherical cover and enveloped the airship inside.
Looking at the chaos monsters and demons who wanted to rush in and repeat the fate of their companions who fell to the ground and died, Wosolun understood that the crisis was temporarily lifted.
Moreover, due to unknown reasons, the fullness of the magical wind half an hour ago had exceeded any place Wosolan had ever seen, as if some unknown restriction had been completely opened. p>
Therefore, they do not need to worry about whether they need to add additional Death Wind for at least an hour.
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Wosuolun looked at the magical winds nearby, but he had new worries.
These energies, which are almost primitive magical winds, exhibit almost the same corrupting characteristics as those raging in Lahmia.
It is reasonable to speculate that this abnormality in the magical wind is also related to the sudden appearance of corrupted monsters.
Fortunately, this change in the situation is not all bad. The wind of magic has brought new enemies, but at the same time, Wosolun can also communicate more smoothly with these elves floating in the air.
Just like now, the wind of death has brought new information.
Bringing him the necessary information for Wosolun, the powerful breath of death from the netherworld is hiding in the community of demons.
It doesn't mean that there is a necromancer like him hiding there.
In fact, in the eyes of the magic wind, every demon is the product of a mixture of eight winds, and they all have the wind of death.
The huge wind of death that exists in that individual may indicate that there is an enemy there that is far stronger than the demons outside, an enemy that cannot be defeated by human beings.
Wosolun walked to the observation device. These ancient Lybaras technologies made the scene on the ground clearly visible.
Among the monsters on the ground, the largest ones are those corrupted by Chaos, a giant-like species that Wosolun has never seen before, the trolls.
Their bodies are light gray, with darker scales covering their bodies, giving them a certain metallic texture.
But on top of these powerful appearances, disgusting wart-like tumors crawled densely on them. Together with the obvious octagonal mark of chaos on each troll, it made even a long-dead person like Wosolun feel...
I felt sick for a while.
These things should be the most threatening part of this monster group. Those sparse red dog-shaped monsters and monsters that look like a combination of humans and horses are not a threat.
Wosolun made the following judgment, and then immediately gave orders to his students.
"Tell the Kuata people on the front line to spread out to both sides and lead the largest group of monsters on the east side into the lizard people's line."
"Tell the Lybalas people to run the Steam Scorpion at full power, and after the monster group engages the lizard people, attack those monsters from the rear."
Naturally, students will not ask their teacher why he issued such an order that almost betrays his allies.
At least in their eyes, those lizard-like savages are inferior to their compatriots.
It’s just that the communication of this information seems to be a little late.
In Wosolun's eyes, Quata's infantry line was collapsing like a piece of paper. The troll only needed to pounce forward, and the entire infantry square would be reduced by at least one-fifth.
The impact of dozens of trolls caused the Kuata people to scatter on the battlefield. Judging from their incomplete organization, there was no possibility of reintegration.
Wosolun was regretful.
"If we had known that we would encounter an enemy force of this size, we would have awakened all the Ushabits in Nehekhara and brought them here, not to mention Astri's blood-red jackal army, or Laemia's horned viper army.
If you bring it, the situation will be much better."
At this time,
The barrier formed by the wind of death broke, and the demons who had been watching eagerly outside immediately rushed towards the power cabin like sharks smelling the smell of blood, even forgetting to blow up the airbag above their heads first.
Wosolun raised his hand and released another purple mist, which was divided into dozens of arrows composed of the wind of death and shot towards the bodies of the large and small devil fishes.
But without the assistance of the Undead Engine, this little bit of magic is just a drop in the bucket.
Is there any other way to avoid the destruction of the air force?
His brain was constantly working, thinking about the next tactics, trying to change the destined ending.
Where he didn't see it, the seven eyes sealed on the dry, pale flesh of the abdomen were emitting a strange light.
Just when he thought he was finished and was about to teleport himself and his students to the nearest spiritual network on the ground, a green beam of light cut through the sky and reached directly above the airship.
The tornado formed by the purple thunder and green storm tore into pieces all the monsters that Wosolun could see.
Following the traces of the magical wind, the Grand Vizier saw a figure that shocked him, a rat with white fur that had been corrupted and had wings.
Having just teleported out of the cliff with the underground enemies, Esky struggled to push away the black skeleton beside him, and his eyes once again changed into the blue-purple color of deep magic vision.
Beyond the rocks that he could easily see through with the magical wind, among the trolls about a kilometer away in front, huge energy was converging on an ordinary-looking old man with a long beard.
Eski knew that it was the incarnation of a god, a lesser god of chaos.
If he insists on fighting, only Slann or Nagash should be able to compete with him, so it is natural for those monsters to massacre on the Nehekhara front.
As for whether to save the Nehekhara people, he had the answer before.
Otherwise, just now, the dimensional wind roar would not have been released with all its strength to relieve the Nehekhara people in the sky.
As for maybe getting them to appreciate it later?
Eski doesn't have any illusions.
Judging from the cancellation a few months ago, the possibility that the Nehekhara people can reconcile with him is too low.
After all, he announced in front of everyone that he had caused massacre in the palace of Lahmia, the most prosperous among the Nehekhara kingdoms.
Looking at the Nehekhara soldiers below who were being harvested like weeds and the increasingly chaotic phalanx at the rear, Eski decided to help again.
In this case, at least the people of Nehekhara can face a common enemy.
After looking around, Esky found that the most effective way was to find ways to hinder the incarnation of the god.
With the power of a god, as long as he goes to war on his own front, he is already helping his enemies, not to mention the contradiction in his priesthood. It was once rumored that he had the intention to fight against Chaos.
"As a godless god, shouldn't he be against chaos? How can he mix with chaos!"
Eski's deep magic vision unfolds in that direction, and the breath of the world flows wirelessly in his senses. Every sound of the earth shaking and every wave blown by the wind enters his heart.
However, when he approached the atheistic god with such keen senses, Esky immediately saw a scene that shocked him.
"Tzeentch?!"
In his field of vision, blue-violet energy was acting on the incarnation of this god. Obviously, it was the power of the Lord of Changes. It was a good plan to let the atheistic god fight on behalf of the gods.
Then the only remaining battle left is to break Tzeentch's magic.
As long as the old man realizes that he is in the Chaos camp, the noise caused by the incarnation of a god is enough to feed the remaining Chaos.
The two red eyes of the white mouse probably counted the chaotic soldiers.
Most of the magic arms are trolls, centaurs, and hounds that can live in the material world. Demons are just the screamers in the sky who were shot down by him before.
Even if the opponent's commander hides several big demons, he can't stop a god who makes trouble.
Just as he was planning, a familiar trace of the magical wind appeared in his sight, a blue-black trail.
Soon, a cold will accompanied by a huge magic device appeared in Eski's consciousness.