At this moment, the boundless sea of the dead suddenly underwent drastic changes.
Whether it is an ancient titan that is tens of meters tall or a vulnerable half-skeleton, all these undead beings imagined by the black death energy of the King of the Undead are boiling. Thousands of undead monsters seem to enter in an instant.
In an inexplicable state of madness, they abandoned the brave and fierce orc warriors one after another, and all rushed towards these strong men with Douglas as the core.
The silent, dead undead were as crazy as ants whose nest was splashed with hot soup. They crowded and trampled on each other. The tall undead directly trampled the short ones to pieces, but they didn't care at all, and used more crazy methods.
The gestures gathered toward Douglas.
At this moment, the ocean of the undead seemed to have a huge wave, forming an extremely powerful tsunami, rushing up together with a crazy and turbulent attitude.
Whether they are low-level skeletons without thinking or high-level undead with wisdom, they all have the simplest and most primitive subconscious mind, and they know very well where their vitality comes from.
Any existence that may pose a threat to the King of the Dead, and anything that tries to get close to the King of the Dead, will be instinctively regarded by them as the most direct threat!
Douglas still didn't take action, but just growled: "Kill them!"
Sword God Bedron's psychic sword once again emitted dazzling sword light, and at the same time, a bright red light suddenly rose up.
It's the handsome Roland.
Roland jumped directly over Douglas's head, holding an iron gun about four feet long.
This iron gun looks so ordinary. Both in length and weight, it is only about one-third of an ordinary lance. It is far from sharp, and it is not even a real weapon.
But the red aura extending from the iron gun was more than ten feet long, as red as blood and as hot as fire. It was the blood and murderous aura that could only be condensed after countless bloody battles. The color of Iron Marshal Roland's fighting spirit changed.
It must be as bright red as arterial blood.
Roland's stature is not tall, far from being comparable to the burly stature of ordinary orcs. Even among humans, he is relatively short.
When the short Roland held the short iron gun, he exuded unparalleled power, and there was a muffled sound when he landed.
Wherever the short iron gun was swung, the red edge was like a hurricane, and the air was even faintly filled with the strong smell of blood. All the undead along the route of the red fighting spirit broke and then shattered without warning,
In an instant, it turned into the tiniest dust under the agitation of the surging fighting spirit.
Even the remains of ancient titans whose bones were as hard as iron were unable to withstand Roland's bloody fighting spirit. No matter how powerful the undead in this area were, no matter how heroic a race they were in life, they all disappeared in an instant.
As the only top powerhouse in the world who has become God's Chosen simply by relying on his own force, Roland suddenly swung a spear. The bloody fighting energy on the tip of the spear condensed his eyes, and aroused a raging wave in the crazy surging tsunami of death.
The huge reverse waves and turbulent reverse waves directly swept away the undead behind.
He was favored by the gods without relying on his spiritual power, and became a chosen one by force. He has been in charge of the army of the Transi Empire for decades. Both his strength and power have added a lot to Roland's bloody fighting spirit.
Countless humans, elves, and orcs fought bloody battles to lead the coalition forces here. Thousands of warriors died on this battlefield of life and death, all in order to bring these core strong men closer to the King of the Dead. At the most critical moment
, Roland and Bedlen, the most powerful people in mankind, join forces, use the sharpest sword light and the most murderous iron gun, and attack in the most direct and simple way, so that the strong core of the coalition can move forward again and get closer to the black mass.
The aura of death that can't be any darker, only in this way can we have a chance to compete with the King of the Undead wrapped in this black aura.
The indomitable divine sword and the indestructible iron gun opened the way, and Douglas continued to move forward, like a lonely boat chopping the waves in the angry sea. The ghosts flying in the sky were denser than the winter blizzard on the Kent wasteland. These gray-white monsters had no real meaning.
The body is just a ghost of some mysterious spiritual power, rolling and rolling in layers.
No matter who they are, Roland's iron gun is like a red-hot iron. All those ghosts like gray-white snowflakes are broken by the blood on the iron gun, stirred by the extremely strong fighting breath, and are extremely angry and strong.
Iron has always been the most natural nemesis of these ghosts. After a moment, hundreds of ghosts were shot into smoke by Iron Marshal Roland's blood gun, and evaporated silently like mist under the scorching sun.
With these two peerless warriors opening the way, the team with Douglas as the core picked up speed again.
Suddenly, the sword light of the divine sword and the blood energy of the iron gun suddenly suffocated.
In the low sky ahead, hovering are four huge skeletal monsters. They are the most powerful race in the world - dragons!
Even if it has been dead for tens of millions of years, even if all the scales and skin on the body have disappeared, even if only the last skeleton remains, part of the power and strength of the dragon family has been preserved.
From the shining electric light flowing on these skeleton dragons, it can be seen that this is the most destructive type among the dragons: the ancient thunder dragon!
Four skeletal thunder dragons the size of small hills were shaking their heads and tails in thousands of directions. The vast thunder and lightning aura was condensing, and four silver thunder balls the size of tabletops were looming.
The breath of the King of the Undead not only resurrected them, but also gave them the same thoughts and the same consciousness. With a neat dragon roar, four thunderballs suddenly streaked across the dim and difficult-to-discern sky, emerging from four different
It shot out towards the core of the coalition forces.
Thunder dragons are terrifying dragons that can control thunder and lightning in ancient times. Even just one thunder dragon can easily blow up the larger Behemoth into bloody pieces. If four thunder dragons are activated together, it is enough to kill a
Small towns fly into the sky in an instant!
Be it the Sword God Bedlen or the Iron Marshal Roland, they are all very aware of the power of the Thunder Dragon. In this world, four Thunder Dragons united together are almost invincible.
But at this moment, they could neither retreat nor dodge. Sword God and Tie Shuai had no other choice.
They can only go forward!
"Born Sword Spirit!"
The Sword God no longer cares, even if it means destroying the psychic sword that is as precious as his life. He has poured all his spirit and life into the Divine Sword, and the sword spirit of the Divine Sword has become one.
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The sword light was as bright as ever, as hard to look directly into as the scorching summer sun, and Bedlen, who was a man and a sword, stepped forward to meet him.
"Full of blood!" Tie Shuai also put in his last effort.