When a war begins, even the decision-makers who initiated the war cannot control the avalanche effect that goes crazy and out of control.
The gray mist turned into the robes of the dead, and they marched in low voices on the slowly decaying land. The distorted blood-red plants underground also tried to squeeze their lives out, but as simple as they didn't know that these bones were already linked to withering.
Life is special. The soul fire flashing in their empty eye sockets is as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Depression and terror are spreading rapidly as this group of quiet troops advances. The former prosperity of Feist has been destroyed by a blood-red sacrifice.
One big
Half, what is left is only a pile of empty native terrain and broken buildings. However, before the real death army arrived, this barely surviving empty shell was also destroyed by the brutal impact of the orcs.
For the pieces of building blocks that they can't put together, they can
Walking on the disintegrated city, the warlocks who harvested souls recited forbidden spells, hooked the souls who were hanging in confusion, tied them to this huge chariot, and drove silently towards
The city in the distance becomes more and more obvious.
"Bah!" The ferocious bird with a long point had announced their arrival arrogantly. They raised their heads, and suddenly light suddenly appeared under the gray mist. Liquid like paint was pouring out from under the sky. It was full, covering an area of one hectare.
Everything in the place turned into colorful fields, and the undead commander was there.
In the Caitian, a low voice came from the ground. In an instant, the ground was enveloped in dazzling light. Pillars of molten fire spewed out, overturning the originally gray-black soil. A clear light curtain illuminated the Caitian.
It is filled up in the center and spreads out to the distance after reaching the limit in mid-air, just like the first spring dew.
The core of the bract opened along the petals, and the dull rotten smell in the air was washed away. Then the muddy earth-yellow giants pulled up their sky-high bodies from the earth. The winding runes connected the rugged peaks and mountains, and they angrily stamped on the thick soil.
The large pieces of sand and gravel were crushed and splashed, and the thick crystallized arms lifted the elemental totem pole.
They launched a massacre towards the peaceful army of the dead, and the lustrous color of cyan porcelain lit up, wrapping the heavy bodies of the giants, causing them to rush forward like fire. The golden fragments spewed out from the disintegrated earth, brazenly heading towards the thick soil.
The giants smashed into them and plated their burly bodies with armor.
The roar of beasts is far away. They have absolute air supremacy. Is this a reckless attack? No, this is their long-planned surprise attack to minimize the number of undead legions. Otherwise, once they officially start close combat, they will be contaminated with corpse poison.
With the curse, they can easily capture the human warriors who are far more powerful than them. Not only that, the warriors who died gloriously will become
Enemies of former companions, wrapped in putrid shrouds, their vaguely familiar faces are another blow to the will of the living. This is an unsolvable legion, unless trading lives with them can be avoided, but in Fez
They only have alchemists and living warriors. This is an unfair exchange of lives, but they can only choose to endure this battle.
"Bang!" A large pile of dark liquid seeped out from the corrupted ground. They are refined souls, twisted and miserable souls. They have no fixed form, but they can use unparalleled attacks that directly hit the source of the soul to cause them to cause damage.
The warriors who needed a medium to fight were hurt a hundred times a thousand times! It was like boiling hot mutton oil poured on silk, and a scalp-numbing sound came from those who were not afraid of ordinary weapons and were fully armed.
The earth element giant struggled hard, but was still surrounded by the twisted soul liquid that could penetrate every part of the body. The opening and closing movements were sluggish, just like a life that had been frozen and lost consciousness when encountering extreme cold. Gradually,
They could only stop there. The original golden armor had dimmed, and the bright yellow body was infected with gray and black, and finally fell into a pile of soulless dead soil, which cracked dryly and scattered into piles of dirt.
piece.
"Zi la la!" The dark magic fire erupted at the same moment. Looking from the sky, it was like an unwilling soul rising from hell trying to drag every passerby who passed by its door. The water layer preset by the mages shattered.
, after dissipating into light spots, a trace of bone-chilling chill slowly solidified the ground. The warlocks joined forces with each other to freeze the ground.
Bottles of medicine prepared in advance were sprinkled, and a huge wave of magic gradually appeared in the sky, and then frost weapons condensed. The reason why griffins are regarded as the most important life partners by warlocks is that they are uniquely able to save their lives.
Ability, more than 10,000 meters is already the limit height of countless flying monsters, but for griffins
For them, 30,000 meters was the limit. Their bodies quickly soared into the air, leaving the soaring demonic fire to the frozen hell that was mostly condensed. The next moment, ice slag splashed, completely covering the ground with dark blue ice.
As soon as the movements of the dead slowed down, the undead commander had to give up his comfortable bone chair, jumped down, and looked at each other.
The overwhelming frost purgatory revealed only a dark blue sky, as if the sky had been torn apart, changing as it fell, forming waterfalls of extremely cold frost. This was a strategic spell effect that reached the level of a forbidden spell. Although it was generally in the third level of strength,
It is still a devastating blow to the undead army whose overall strength is already at the elite level.
"It doesn't matter, we are one." A gloomy smile appeared on the withered face of the undead commander. With a casual move, the evil wind blew in several big corpse witches who were as cold and dull as puppets. These seemed to have achieved the goal.
Undead creatures with the same level of life as him are just moving magic containers. Use them as you want. They are huge.
The magic power was captured by his skinny hands like chicken feet. The magic ball formed by the deep magic sources was too simple, but he stuffed it into his chest, and the trance dream created by the glistening ice world was shattered.
The huge gray skeleton revealed its true appearance sadly from the rapidly withering earth, and Qixiao's skull flew toward the sky.
The falling frost passed over the greedy but already chipped mandible, "Bang!" A large number of ice crystals splashed out, freezing the undead who were accidentally splashed, and the beating soul fire finally regained its long-lost energy.
Dead silence, after a few flickers, completely returned to eternity, but even so, the prison of bones could resist the frost hell
It is also very limited, because there are warlocks high in the sky who continue to sprinkle magic materials to induce more magic power to inject this spell that is not inferior to the forbidden spell. The commander can only continue to tear apart the corpse lich companions.
bodies, completely transforming their rotting bodies into pure magic power as the foundation to support the Bone Cage.
"No! Syl! What is this? A gargoyle!" When the first scream appeared in the sky, a comfortable smile appeared on the face of the undead commander, and the green color jumped out of the shackles of his eyes, gradually and continuously.
The frost hell finally began to shrink, but the prison of bones was still being pulled upwards. Section by section, the bones were gradually used upwards as the frost area decreased sharply. If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that this
A prison of bones like a birdcage that keeps tightening...
"It's impossible for gargoyles to fly so high. Even if their heavy resentment stone bodies are blessed with high-level wind spells, they can't break through the height limit of ordinary flying monsters! These, these may not be undead creatures at all!" Warlock
They realized something, "Quick! Get out of here! These guys are alive!"
"Want to leave? It's too late! I left a lot of gifts earlier, and I haven't thought about how to return them to you. Why is the God of Death willing to spend so much delicious food to go head-to-head with the guys from the Temple of Light? Isn't that why?
In order to really have a few more outstanding fellow alchemists!" The Necromancer Commander waved his hands excitedly, draining the bodies of more corpse lichs. They had long lost their consciousness, and even the beating speed of the soul fire was slow.
Not as good as the lowest level of its kind....
The devout prayers came from the Holy City. The Holy City is not its official name. It is the central city of Constantinople. Perhaps this is an important reason why people still remember that it has not been integrated with the concept of the reincarnation of the Lord of Light. The Pope squinted.
His eyes continued to flip through the books he was constantly sorting, and he
He was lazily leaning on the sofa. Next door was the prayer hall of believers. He was like a lazy old man enjoying a rare and comfortable time alone. However, someone came in with urgency. The old man recovered from his fake squint, and he slightly turned his body
He leaned forward to look more energetic.
"What's wrong, Miles, is there any news?" The old man put down the book and inadvertently put his hand on the necklace around his neck. There was a small translucent cup-shaped pendant hanging there, which looked like
A unique little ornament for the elderly. The elderly touch this small handicraft every day to confirm their connection with them.
"Yes, the team led by Linkton suffered heavy losses. He separated from the team. In order to bring back the team's lost contact, their situation is not objective. Linkton brought the Little God's Cup of Light that you gave them before.
He came back but almost died. The envoy in white is already treating him. He insists on seeing you." Some bearded middle-aged men lowered their heads slightly. The Pope did not like to be too humble.
"Why don't you rush to the rescue? You are not waiting for my opinion, are you? The Lord God has said that he will not abandon every lost sheep who believes in Him." The Pope suddenly stood up.
"We can't spend too much manpower in this situation. As you know, Lord Pope, we have believers all over the world and there is no shortage of outstanding young people. However, the reality is that our enemies have recently
Too many appeared in a period of time, which greatly delayed the speed of allocating our manpower. We are only mortals, Your Majesty the Pope."
"You are really my confidant." The Pope said this in a tone of praise or sarcasm.
"Young man, do you want to see me?" Linkton still can't forget how dazzling it was when a beam of light shone on him who had experienced endless nights. He saw the lazy old man but he was very gentle.
"Your Holiness, can you bring them back?" Linkton said, looking directly at the old man, who gently touched Linkton's cheek.
"You are our soldiers, we entrust our glory to you, and you bring glory." The old man said softly.
"So? Mr. Pope, we can do it. We have lived up to your expectations, we just need time."
"Sleep, young man, everything will go as you wish." The Pope narrowed his eyes...
"We don't have extra manpower." The middle-aged man emphasized again.
"Okay, I don't want to use your treasure. It's already the early stage of the third stage, right? How much worse is it under the gods? We will give them salvation, just like what we have experienced." The Pope said a few more words.
It's quite nostalgic, but the middle-aged people are a little trembling.
"Have you really thought carefully about letting them come early?"
"yes."
When I closed my eyes, the broken world finally stopped catching up with me. The world was very peaceful, and I felt like I was suffocating in the water.
"Huh." Liming moved his hands, and the transparent light screen unfolded. It seemed that due to Liming's cautious character, or because recently Liming had become accustomed to relying on space interference to perform space magic. His own field was based on the Holy Light as the core.
After that, the effect of spatial interference was added, and it also seemed to have a color-changing effect, which sounded a bit like a joke.
Yes, but Liming has carefully studied it. Although he uses the Holy Light as his origin, the fifth-level field can essentially provide the blessing of any kind of power he already has. However, when using the blessing of one kind of power, he cannot achieve it at the same time.
Another kind of power gain, this is the color change in Li Ming's mouth, ha, red gives me power, blue gives me speed, ahem, it's a joke.
An unexplainable halo spreads out in the slightly bright field where Dawn is located, just like the water patterns formed by the reflection of the sun on the pool on the wall at noon. It slowly spreads out in circles. Gradually, Dawn feels that she is isolated in a small
The space has the same suffocation and solemn feeling as the virtual blur, as if my body is being compressed. This overly large monster is oppressing myself as a foreign object, but
It was with a thought in Liming's mind that the light in the space began to gradually relax, and Liming became closer and closer to the shallow transparency. Finally, when Liming's mind was completely empty, he lowered his head, and his hands almost overlapped with the air.
Taking a step forward, a slight feeling of obstruction arose spontaneously, but it was much stronger than the blur. Dawn tried to act like the group of demon thorns hidden in the overlapping space.
Attack like a guest, the transparent virtual blade is condensed, but there is a sense of unreality. This sense of unreality is very different from the direct external space cutting, like a kind of isolation, touching the air, not even a trace of touch.
No, the air did not fluctuate slightly as Li Ming waved the virtual blade in his hand. With a thought in Li Ming's mind, the light color of his arm faded away and returned to its original appearance.
In this way, the blockage that Liming felt at the moment of such transformation suddenly increased, just like filling with lead. Sure enough, if you want to imitate the cheating harvesting skills of the demon assassin, you have to achieve the spatial affinity of others, but
Then again, is the Lord of Space really promoted from a demon? Dawn suddenly felt a little chilled... (To be continued)