Weislai raised his head with a pale face and looked at the shadow demon with a ferocious face.
"Of course... no, my master hates betrayers the most. You could have survived, but who made you betray your comrades?"
Having completely given up hope of surviving, Weslai with a calm face pulled the dagger out of Cosmo's abdomen and pressed it against his own.
"Cozmo, I am a despicable person and I don't deserve to be your friend."
"Pfft..."
The second corpse was close to the first corpse, holding the suicide dagger tightly in both hands.
After devouring the second sad soul, Yin Fulin transformed into a woman's body and pulled out the dagger with a magical aura from Wei Lai's abdomen.
The dagger is about fifteen centimeters long. The handle is inlaid with a purple spinel. It has double blades and complex magical inscriptions on the edges.
After looking at the Blade of Betrayal in her hand, Yin Fulin's lips curved a little more.
"If it weren't for the master's order, maybe I would really let you go."
Putting away the dagger, Yin Fulin disappeared into the darkness.
"No one can leave Beihai Fortress alive, no one..."
…
In the underworld, the realm of the dead, a tragic war is breaking out.
Thousands of underworld messengers, led by dozens of masked spirits and transformed from the souls of strong men, fought together with the ghost army composed of ghost iron armor. The screams of dissipated souls could be heard throughout the battlefield.
The messenger of the underworld wears a gloomy blue [Ghost Cloak] and a [Ghost Mask] made by the Mother of Masks. Under the protection of the ghost equipment, the soul can avoid being corroded by the ghost energy, keeping the soul in a stable state for a long time.
Each messenger of the underworld uses the soul weapon that he was most familiar with during his lifetime. The soul weapon was personally crafted by the masked spirit cow spirit and can cause serious damage to the soul.
On the other side, the ghost army responsible for fighting the underworld for the Dark Lord is equipped with black magic equipment created by the Lord Mordekaiser. It adheres to Mordekaiser's usual style, and each piece of equipment is as hideous as a torture device.
It exudes a bloody and brutal atmosphere, uses soul sand as the forging core, and adds black magic and soul to forge it into a soul ball. The soul ball will turn into the most suitable killing tool in the hands of every ghost warrior. This is what the ghost army can do with the messengers of the underworld.
An important reason for the evenly matched fight.
"For the Dark Lord! For Mordekaiser!!! For the glory of the bones!!! Kill all these cowards!!!"
“Ho ho ho ho!!!”
The hoarse Rachen language echoed on the withered battlefield, making the ghost army even more crazy. (Note: Rachchen language was born out of the underworld prophecy Ouchen language. It was created by Mordekaiser and his black wizards and was mainly used by the ghost army.
communication between)
Arnold, the ghost knight who had been promoted to centurion, rode on his ghost horse and killed several powerful underworld messengers with the cross spear in his hand. Soon Arnold was targeted by the masked spirit, and two
A sharp arrow flashing with pale white light flew from his side. Arnold narrowly hid under the horse's belly, allowing the arrow to miss.
The wolf spirit biting the ghost soldier looked worriedly at the sheep spirit not far away. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He could only vent his anger viciously on the enemy in front of him.
"Mirror Claw! What are you doing! This is on the battlefield!! Do you really think you are immortal?"
The frog spirit wearing a frog mask pulled out the double-edged machete in his hand from the armor of the dissipated ghost soldier, and loudly reminded the sheep spirit who was somewhat distracted and the wolf spirit who broke into the enemy's formation.
Struggling out of his irritable mood, Sheep Spirit silently fired two arrows at the difficult Ghost Knight Centurion again, but they were directly blocked by the Ghost Legion's sword and shield soldiers.
Wearing an eagle mask and with a body shaped like a vulture, the ethereal evil owl floated above the battlefield, placing his cold eyes on the sheep spirit, his evil purple eyes flickering.
Sebastian, who was in the center of the Netherworld Legion, was wearing heavy black iron plate armor and holding a heavy sword in his hand. He seized on the weakness of the Netherworld envoy and issued an order to attack the right army.
After receiving the order from the general of the Netherworld Army, the last elite group of Netherworld Knights appeared in the gray mist.
As another new cavalry force of the Netherworld Legion broke into the battlefield from the flank, the already shaky battle formation was instantly overwhelmed, losing its deadly soul-stirring arrows. The Netherworld Legion's killing of the underworld messengers suddenly increased, and the sudden pressure caused
Yang Ling had to cheer up, but it was a pity that cheering up could not save the defeat at this time.
When the war situation was about to reach an irreversible defeat, the ethereal evil owl high in the sky finally moved.
"Silent, destroyed."
Just like the whisper of death passing through the ears, every soul on the battlefield heard the call of death.
The pale blue figure disappeared into the sky at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and appeared next to every underworld legionnaire. After a second, it returned to its original position again, and the purple-red eyes under the mask were dim.
few.
"Kacha, kacha..."
The sound of armors and weapons clashing one after another was so dense that it made people's scalp numb.
Like building blocks, the more than 5,000 warriors of the Nether Legion were left with only their fallen armor and weapons, and their souls were missing.
Except for the few remaining centurions who were equipped with higher-level soul equipment, all the ghost warriors died instantly.
Arnold, whose soul was trembling, was alone surrounded by the messengers from the underworld. He suppressed the fear from the depths of his soul. The centurion with his dead horse ran desperately towards Sebastian's position.
Under the pressure, the messengers of the underworld were unable to move, and could only watch as more than a dozen strong men from the underworld army retreated to their formation. However, the fast-moving masked spirits stopped seven or eight slow-running ghost generals in time.
, forcibly killed Mordekaiser's slaves, but had no intention of continuing the pursuit.
There is only one Sebastian in the main formation of the Nether Legion. It is not without reason. Now that the Void Spirit Evil Lord has taken action, whoever goes will die.
"Everyone, this is giving me a headache. How should I explain this to the master?"
He took off his heavy cross-faced helmet,
With his long silver-white hair tied into a high ponytail, Sebastian didn't care that all the soldiers under his command died. Instead, there was a polite smile on his pale and handsome face.
The Void Spirit Evil Owl is very powerful, but there is a period of weakness after taking action. This is a good time to ambush and kill the Masked Spirit.
Exchanging five thousand ordinary souls for the life of the masked spirit is a very good deal. The Nether Legion can easily expand after gaining souls, but it is difficult to make up for the loss of one masked spirit. To this day, the Mother of Masks
We can only make some small masks for ordinary souls to use, and we can no longer make powerful mask spirits.
The man gracefully performed an ancient noble salute to the ethereal evil owl high in the sky, glanced meaningfully at Qian Jue, who had his head lowered, and waved to the elite subordinates waiting for orders around him.
"retreat."
Watching Sebastian leave calmly with three or two big and small kittens, the Void Spirit Evil Owl in the sky once again glanced indifferently at the depressed sheep spirit and disappeared in an instant.
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