Even the sheep spirit couldn't completely avoid the desperate charge of Burning Soul. It was stabbed hard by the soul halberd that flashed past. The sheep spirit fell to the ground, with a visible wound on its waist.
Before he had time to adjust his body, the cavalry general rushed over again. This time, Yang Ling did not choose to escape.
The bow string was drawn, the soul-killing arrows quickly condensed, and the string was released.
Gray-white arrow-shaped air waves accompanied by soul-killing arrows shot straight towards the Nether Cavalry.
The cavalry general who was about to come towards him hit the soul-killing arrow, and his entire soul exploded instantly, turning into the purest soul energy in the underworld.
After eliminating the patrol team of the Dark Lord, the sheep spirit did not dare to rest because the mist further away was rolling violently.
There will be a ten-man team near each patrol team, and there is a hundred-man team behind the ten-man team. There are not a few powerful ghost warriors like cavalry generals. Even if they activate the immortal sheep spirit, they will not be able to survive.
Unable to deal with the organized 100-man cavalry.
The dead messenger of the underworld, the cat-shaped masked spirit [Huntertail], was trapped in the cavalry formation, and was locked in space by the dark mage, unable to escape through teleportation, and was consumed alive by endless attacks.
Continuing his preference in the material realm, Mordekaiser, who came to the underworld, still prioritized using black magic and soul as the main material to forge the most powerful cavalry legion.
By the time a team of ten ghost cavalry rode to the warning point, the battle was already over, leaving only a little bit of soul brilliance that did not want to dissipate, silently telling the story of the fierce conflict that had just occurred.
Rachern has inherited the thick language of Ochen, but it no longer has the unpredictable bass. This may be related to the fact that Mordekaiser was a Valoran during his lifetime. In terms of syllables, Rachern is somewhat similar to Valoran.
at.
The leading cavalry captain looked at the location where the space fluctuated with his dark blue eyes of the underworld, and said solemnly: "Mogar is dead. He was killed by Qian Jue. (Lachen language)"
"Lord Arnold, do you need to report to the Dark Lord? (Rachen)"
Shaking his head at his deputy, Captain Arnold looked into the depths of the fog. His blue eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick fog and see the building that was being built and would soon stand in the underworld and rule everything.
City of Souls.
Both the living and the dead will eventually succumb to the terrifying rule of the Dark Lord.
"No need, the Dark Lord has greater things to do. These small things are not worth bothering the Lord. (Lachen language)"
"yes."
The ten-man team left again. Neither the Dark Lord himself nor his underworld army cared much about this small loss.
Catching souls from the material realm from the wasteland is their main job.
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【Mittner Rachen】
Named by the Lord of Darkness himself, it is a fortress city located in the wasteland of the underworld, destined to be great and immortal.
It is made of soul sand and netherworld grass ash as the main materials, supplemented by soul and netherworld energy, and mixed with black magic and soul steel.
Every brick and every tile imprisons a living soul, all made by the Lord of Darkness.
Even though more than two hundred years have passed, the city of souls in the underworld has only just formed its ferocious outline. In the future, more weak souls will be built alive into Mitna Rachen, wailing
Praising the greatness and achievements of the Immortal Tyrant, this city of souls will also become a magnificent symbol of the immortality of the Immortal Legion.
The grand hegemony of conquering the world will begin the next second after Mitna Rachen is built...
Having said that, it seems a bit early at this moment.
No, it's too early.
The so-called [Skeleton Hall] is just a frame supported by a few pillars made of melted soul bricks, and the so-called strong city is just a few soul stone pillars erected, not even a section of formed high wall, everything has to be
Start from scratch.
Different from the immortal fortress in the material realm, in the material realm, as long as they wave their whips, those stupid but death-fearing craftsmen will naturally mix sand and clay into solidified stones, and then put the solidified stones on
The place where it should be placed is different in the underworld. No one except myself knows how to cast the soul brick.
What a bunch of rubbish!
Mordekaiser is very dissatisfied with this progress, but the stupid subordinates cannot share the worries of the Lord. Speaking of which, most mortals are stupid and only deserve to be sacrifices to the darkness to please themselves. Even those who claim to be full of wisdom
Wizards and mages are just a group of self-righteous idiots who have struggled for half their lives and only deserve to be their own vessels and chamber pots.
Throughout the five hundred years of the human world, no one is qualified to stand in front of him. Everyone in this world is so stupid that they can only kneel down to him and kiss his insteps.
There are too many useless people, but on the way to conquering the world and building the Bone Hall, he needs a lot of useful people.
Until now, he had missed Little Black Rose, the most outstanding and most adept at playing tricks among the dark wizards under his command. Although Little Rose still chose to betray him, compared with the value of Little Rose itself, the betrayal was not worth it at all.
Mention, he believes that as long as Little Rose realizes that she has never escaped from the master's control from beginning to end, it will be enough to completely conquer the beautiful witch and make the witch completely surrender to him, willingly give everything and never betray.
If he didn't still need Little Rose to help him look after the soul well and keep blessing the 'seal' to transmit power to him, he would definitely drag Little Rose to the underworld and let her complete the damn dusting work on his behalf.
As the Lord of Darkness, he clearly has a grand plan to conquer the world, but he has to start from the dust. As the leader, he cannot take the lead and run away with the bucket. This is too stupid. He has never suffered such grievances in the continent of Valoran.
Mordekaiser, who was sitting on the Skeleton Throne, frowned, put down the hammer [Nightfall] that had been clanging for a long time, and waved, and ten more souls whose mouths were sealed by steel nails and whose hands were bound were
The Ghost General escorted them over, they were new casting materials that would eventually become part of Mitna Rachen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In front of Mordekaiser, neither the living nor the dead, the strong or the weak, have no right to speak - unless your Lord
, your monarch agrees with your words, so that you can avoid becoming a puddle of mud under the nightfall that can only moan after being tortured.
"Sebastian, how is Lobito's research going?"
The cold voice of the king was like the cold wind of Freljord that destroyed all life in the Dalmo Plain. The great general who once fought bravely against the tyrant became the slave of the overlord after his death.
Resistance seems particularly ridiculous,
After years of obedience, Sebastian has long understood that obeying Mordekaiser is an unshakable destiny, and there is nothing shameful in obeying the master of life and death.
The ghost general, wearing black iron ghost plate armor, knelt on one knee and put his head on the soul floor tiles, expressing his absolute surrender.
"Master, Wizard Lobito said that he needs more souls to complete the experiment."
Answer whatever the master asks,
Don't say any unnecessary words, and don't try to offer any advice for your master. This is a necessary and sufficient condition for becoming the general of the Netherworld Legion. Clever nonsense and advice will make you die faster.
Without asking a second question, Mordekaiser just picked up Nightfall again.
‘Boom!’
The hammer Ye Yun raised it high and hit the soul material headed by it heavily. He grinned in pain. The soul that could not make any sound was directly liberated and turned into a ball of pure soul energy, which was forcibly blended by black magic.
In the square stones mixed with soul sand and nether grass ash, the somewhat irregular-shaped stones turned into what Mordekaiser wanted it to become under the catalysis of the soul. However, this was not enough.
…
Without receiving any new instructions, Sebastian continued to kneel and bow his head motionless, as if he was asleep.
"Boom!"
Another soul was pulled away, and the heavy knocking sound sounded again,
The second soul sealed by the iron nail did not die. Instead, it was directly smashed into the heavy stone bricks by Ye Yun in a half-dead and half-alive state, until the black stone bricks began to shine with a light blue luster, and a soul
The bricks are completely formed,
Sebastian heard the painful wailing of the souls inside the stone bricks. He knew that the dead souls were fine, but the living souls sealed in the stone bricks would suffer the pain of skinning and breaking bones forever. This painful wailing was not false in the slightest.
This is the Soul Brick, the cornerstone of the great Soul City, the Immortal Barrier [Mitna Rachen].
Such a cornerstone can resist the erosion of the underworld's atmosphere, resist the attacks of the underworld's messengers, and ensure the eternal immortality of the soul within Mitna Rachen.
Two hundred and eighty-five years have passed since he came to the underworld, from the wasteland of the underworld to the completion of the basic city framework. To this day, in the underworld, only the Dark Lord Mordekaiser can cast such a soul brick.
The task of Wizard Lobito is to research a new kind of black magic, or black witchcraft, so that the soul wizard can also complete this 'trivial' work.
Apparently this king was tired of the boring days of wielding a hammer and doing the work of 'thresh' every day.
After casually throwing the new soul brick into the soul carriage standing by, Mordekaiser finally spoke.
"Go, my general, call that old guy over. I need to know what role my soul played in his place."
"yes."
After receiving the order, Sebastian stood up again, turned around and left.
It is his privilege as a legion general and confidant to straighten up. The rest of the souls must bend down, always facing the direction of the king and keeping their heads bowed. They cannot straighten up until they exit the hall, and there must be no disobedience in this process.
sight and movements.
Leaving the Bone Hall where there was another 'bang bang', Sebastian used Ochen's spell to summon his own soul horse, and Sebastian ran straight in the direction of the [Wizard Black Tower].
Under the Majesty, you just need to do your own thing as quickly as possible, and there is no need to consider anything unimportant, because you never know whether you will end up becoming a soul brick or a dark priest if you slow down.
Sacrifice.
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Ionia, Placidia.
Half a month has passed since the Soul Blooming Festival, but Presidio is still immersed in grief. Even the magic garden has been completely sealed by the warriors sent by the elders, and no one is allowed to enter.
The originally lively birds and beasts seemed to feel the sorrow of their souls, and even their cries became a little heavier and no longer crisp.
Lester opened the door of the inn and walked out of the temporary residence arranged by Lingjue.
Tomorrow is the day to meet Karma. Yuegui's customized scabbard has been made and he can get it today. After resting for half a month, his tired body has recovered, and it is a good time to take action again.
Riding on the brown horse he bought, Leicester walked towards the blacksmith shop. Most of the Presidio people walking on both sides of the village road had sad faces, and the weight of losing their loved ones still hadn't dissipated.
Even Lester often sees in his dreams the scene of Xi Yue saying goodbye to himself when he leaves.
The man sighed, pinched the horse's belly, and sped up.
There are always some things that are difficult to let go of, but if you don't let go, how can you move on?
Being able to let Qian Jue mark Xi Yue's soul is already the best result.
The name of [Lengjian Qingyan] is very poetic, but its location is very remote. Unlike other blacksmith shops located in the center of the village or near the square, [Lengjian Qingyan] is located in the deep mountains south of Presidence.
Not far from Shuanglong Mountain.
Rather than opening the door to do business, it is better to say that the owner of Lengjian Qingyan wanted to find a place with beautiful scenery to live in seclusion. Forging iron was just to cultivate his sentiments and enrich his life.
It was also the place introduced by Ling Jue. Lester, who had lived in the Food Inn for half a month, quite believed in the vision of the strongest warrior in the Aikaxiu family.
In fact, spiritual awareness did not disappoint Lester.
"Lucky fellow, although it has turned into a vicious blade, [Moon Rose] is an out-and-out famous sword. At first glance, it is the work of Master [Iquique]. The retired Master Iquique is no longer forging swords."
, it is rare for his works to be spread in the world. The sword that Caledro gave to his disciple unexpectedly found its way into your hands. What a piece of shit luck...
But having said that, it took me a lot of effort and good materials to cast a scabbard that can suppress this fierce blade. But since you have solved the real demon and saved Presidium, old man, I will
I won’t charge you any fees. Otherwise, even if you are introduced by spiritual awareness, you won’t be able to take a piece of wool from me for free. Just accept it with gratitude. By the way, have you wiped your hands clean? Just dirty hands.
Don't touch the knife."
It seems that he has been dealing with the fire for too long. The old blacksmith with light eyebrows and big eyes has a shiny head. It is difficult to see conspicuous hair on his exposed body. His face is a bit biased towards the northern highlanders.
If you just look at the old man with gnarled muscles and a deep voice, he doesn't look like an old man over fifty at all. Instead, he looks like a man who has just entered middle age and turned into a gangster brother.
The momentum is overwhelming, and the casual movements don't look like striking iron, but like hitting someone.
