Chapter three hundred and seventy-eight of the battle
This is a war that is destined to last forever. The heavy snowstorm has buried the carrion family members under the ice and snow. The will-o'-the-wisps all over the world are still suppressing the light and restraining themselves in the holy realm of light. The gray light seems to have lingered for a long time.
The lingering haze limits the environment of the protracted battlefield
, clusters of pure skeletons are superimposed on the body's skeletal life along with the increasingly deep dark realm of the undead. As a product of mimicry magic that is already moving closer to the divine realm, it maintains this huge area that almost covers the entire transit.
The dark realm of the undead in the plane has long been separated from the extraordinary realm.
Domain, even the Skeleton King, the peak existence in the life of the undead, cannot induce the space beyond the scope of his own holy domain to reduce the holy field by himself. However, the Skeleton King is not just a single Skeleton King. The reason why it is called
The special unit among the undead lies in its birth destiny.
It will surely step on tens of millions of skeletal compatriots. As the king of skeletal relatives, it can expand its concept of holy territory to every skeletal life individual. In other words, as long as the earth is filled with its territory,
People, its sanctuary can expand to encompass the entire continent!
"The most loyal warriors, corrupt those four-winged birdmen into our compatriots!" The Skeleton King stood behind the skeleton guards holding giant shields. The skeleton knights on both sides of the team raised their spears and smashed each other's skulls.
After smashing it into pieces, a dark light flashed out from the pale gold soul fire floating in the air, "Huh!"
!" The ghostly wind rushed over the skeletal mountains and exploded the blazing soul flames that suddenly expanded into the amorphous body. The body of the skeleton knight who lost his head and was left on the thick skeletal horse dispersed the pale bones one by one, and the magic skeletons swarmed to gnaw at them.
Biting the remains of the undead that accumulated rich undead power, the illusory body contained
The magic skeleton holding the shattered bones turned into streams of magic power and crashed into the orange-gold soul fire burning in the wind. "Zi Zi" a scalp-numbing scream came from the soul fire, like white jade.
The crystal-clear skeletons emerged in the air, washing away the breath of the undead. They formed the domain of the dark realm of the undead.
The spirit is no longer a single necromantic life but a derivative life integrated into the dark realm of necromance. And this dark realm of necromancy that replicates the realm of necromancy is destined to be impossible to last. They sacrificed everything just for this moment.
The outbreak, for their homeland, for the glory of their knights, for their king!
Their bodies are like lighthouses in the dark night, emitting bright light. Surrounding the translucent fluorescent jade skeletons are dark blue flowing fires like loose stars, and molten golden soul fire flows in the deep eye caves. They
Leap in the air, the flower of hellfire
Under them were formed nightmare warriors with light steps, dreamy colors, and thunderous voices. Their goal was not to huddle in the center of the Holy Land of Light, but the candidate bishop and the white-robed imperial examiner. Their goal was to hold up the outline of the Realm of Light.
Angels carrying the Holy Spirit!
"For the God of Death! Give heroic soul warriors to the warriors!" The Skeleton King raised the skeleton heavy sword, with ten rounds of rotten bone ghost faces on his back, lifting the pure realm of the undead. The tall figure wearing immortal frozen bones was deep in the dark realm of the undead.
Appeared, the legion of undead that had filled the mountains and seas crawled on its body.
Below, the unruly and aloof frost dragon, the paranoid and crazy ghost lord, and the domineering and majestic king of skeletons lead their warriors to offer their faith to the gods who have experienced ups and downs for thousands of years. Behind them, the rotten bone ghost face opens its mouth to swallow a huge amount of ghost fire.
, shut up and feed back the Hundred Thousand Soul Spear.
The bright holy light flowed in the angels' outstretched wings, and the holy sword condensed. In front of them were the dark war spirits riding the nightmare horses, gathering thousands of armies. "Bang!" The angels slashed with an explosion that overwhelmed the world.
The Holy Light Storm, Dark
The domain war spirits raised their soul spears without fear. One body became a group, hundreds and thousands merged into one! The invasion of the dark domain of the undead crushing the bright holy domain from all directions slowed down. The next moment, the flood broke through and the dam collapsed! Nirvana.
Desolation, darkness and chaos
Entering the realm of light where the light suddenly dimmed, the white-robed palace examiners looked with pale faces at the fighting spirits whose bodies were rapidly purified by the holy light and the remaining fighting spirits who witnessed the purification of their companions and followed them without hesitation. The horror came true.
Passing through the backs of every member of the light family, the coldness penetrated the all-conquering light protection. One after another, the angels sacrificed their lives to stop in front of the fighting spirits. The wings of the holy flame flapped the last ray of light and obliterated every breath of darkness.
"Remember what is said on the first page of the Book of Ascension? Every creature who believes in my god will become an angel, as long as they wash away their sins! My partner, Kraven, has had the honor to prove to my god
At this point, He is protecting us! And we will also become Him protecting the world! Behind us is our home, and forward is our sacred victory. We have no choice but to pray to our God.
Dedicate your life and faith, the long night is over, and the light is finally here!" Kana's voice was trembling, and the holy sword had long been reshaped by the light of commandments. When she chopped off the head of a skeleton knight, its blazing soul fire was extinguished.
,she
I saw the four-winged angels clad in glory crashing in front of the last few fighting souls. Their diverging wings were like the trajectory of a falling meteor. The surging holy light washed away the coldness that had eroded into the body, and the warm current rushed through the limbs and bones.
"Ang!" The roar of thunder echoed, the gilded wings uphold the sacredness and nobility, the bright yellow like the soft light of the morning sun covers the magnificent scales, the majestic head contains the charm of the sun, burning the golden mist to burn away the obscurity
The long tail of red gold light patterns suddenly cuts across the battlefield, injecting grand light into the dim field of light. Sen'ao's singing outlines a grand ceremony in the mind of the listener, defining the order of light.
In the center of the temple, the eight wings of flowing fire preached justice, wisdom and piety. The wise angels who divined the unknown and understood the future attracted the stars, sun and moon.
The Seraph projects the supreme light, and the shadow of the angel who inspires all living beings under the divine order builds a paradise in the world. The followers erase the filth and transform and are reborn, and the rebels embrace the holy fire to atone for their reincarnation.
"Warriors, let us go home!" The Skeleton King stared at the sacred dragon that awakened the light and heat from a distance. The skeleton heavy sword was raised high. The skeleton family members surrounding it fell down like wheat straw, and the burning soul fire returned.
Entering the endlessly expanding dark realm of the dead, their bones slowly melted like mud.
It was poured like water into the bone armor formed by the entwined bones of thorns. The dark red cloak fluttered in the wind. The tall and majestic body stood upright from the sky and the earth. The heavy sword pulled the confused ghost. When it stepped into the battlefield, the skeleton relatives were silent.
The ground retreated and opened a wide path leading to the swooping dragon...
If fate had never told her that darkness existed, then she would have lived peacefully under the light she was accustomed to, but she was eventually suffocated by the shadows under the light. The declining nobles fell under the hands of ambitious princes, one after another,
Bathed in the light of rules, the dark shadow of power cleanses the chaotic government. The modesty, elegance, dance music and appreciation she learned since childhood won her
The teachers' praise could not stabilize the turbulent family. She should be grateful to those assassins who did not eradicate the roots and had a ray of kindness in their hearts, but she could not forget their ruthless indifference when they coldly slaughtered the lives of the people they knew.
Her stern but smiling father and her loving and approachable mother lay in front of her. The floor was soaked with blood, and she heard the whispers of the assassins.
"Kill them all?" The cold sword light hurt his fragile eyes.
"She's so young, it's better to stay here. Anyway, this one is not bad." She should have been grateful for their compassion, but she could only feel unspeakable anger and sadness.
"Listen to you, such a small baby looks just like me."
That night was very quiet, with no heavy rain, no thunder and lightning, and the silver-white moonlight illuminated the entire mansion, making it gentle and peaceful. Perhaps she should take the opportunity to show them her newly learned piano skills on this day, and the Navi Nash dance card happened to be the same.
Already skilled
, she was still waiting for their encouragement as always, enjoying the remaining warmth in the increasingly dilapidated environment. However, everything was wiped out so simply. The badges symbolizing honor were stepped on in a pool of blood. They were rummaging for the loot, like bandits.
Like a robber.
She no longer had to worry about how to alleviate their worries tomorrow, nor did she need to worry about stopping practicing those aristocratic etiquettes. Everything was cut off so simply. All that was left in front of her was the unbearable torture and regret. When she was discovered, she had already
Wandering on the street, she stood numbly in front of the alley. A kind-hearted man put bread in front of her, dirty
The child broke out from the depths of the chaotic streets and knocked the sluggish girl to the ground. She gulped down the well-preserved fresh bread. The defenders shouted loudly and drove away the agile wandering children. She remained motionless and was expelled.
In the city, she sat in the smelly garbage dump in a daze. The hunger and filth made her give up resisting, and she waited for her own death.
Perhaps it was the mercy of the gods. The homeless children who were fighting for food in the garbage dump accidentally threw a piece of bread in front of her. The fragrant smell of wheat reminded her of eating. She was so hungry that she could no longer distinguish her consciousness. She bit it.
After taking a bite of bread, when I regained consciousness, I was already chewing the bread, and the street children scolded me.
Cursing, she knocked her down to the ground, but the bread was already too dirty, so dirty that even the street children didn't want to eat it. She was not so much alive as there was only a little empty shell of instinct left.
Summoning up the last bit of consciousness, he raised his arms as if they were filled with lead and threw the bread out. That's it, that's it!
She closed her eyes, and the world sank into eternal darkness. However, she could not end it quietly. She could still feel the pain. The scenes that made her despair flickered, and their voices continued.
Echoing, and the compassion of those people, her palms were clenched together, her body was extremely weak, and her breath was blocked by the dirt in her nose. She remembered the past wearing bright clothes and standing in the bright living room singing songs to the two she loved.
memory of her
She missed the sweet and sour jelly patches, and she missed walking through the blooming flowers. She imagined that she would be an elf in the flowers, bringing joy and vitality to the aging family. She worked so hard to learn the tedious etiquette.
, to win the recognition of the people who taught her, she wanted her loved ones to know that even if they don’t learn those aristocratic etiquette, even if they don’t look at the beautiful flowers, even if they don’t eat the delicious jelly patches, they can still spend a happy life together.
Such a muddy and messy self, such an ugly and clumsy self, is nothing. She has neither saved the flower elf of her dreams, nor can she save her relatives buried in the blood. She is wandering here and is nothing, but
She painfully wanted to end it all and rush to die, but she had to face these memories that deeply hurt her again. She opened her eyes, and the sour liquid rolled down her cheeks to her lips. She turned slowly
She turned around and lay down on the ground, but was fainted by the stench again. She didn't want her beauty-loving self to die so useless. She turned her face to the sky, and what filled both sides of her sight were messy and mixed abandoned objects, just like herself.
She was about to get up, and she smelled a hint of fragrance in her hungry stomach. She was squirming like boneless slime, and the burning pain from her muscles and skin could not stop her desire for that piece of bread.
She stuffed the bread into her mouth in one gulp. The feeling of congestion in her throat made her pull the bread out again. The saliva-stained bread looked so disgusting. She thought of the time she encountered a whole piece of clean bread when she was wandering on the street.
She was not as embarrassed as she is now, and she should be upset, but she could only eat greedily when facing the bread in front of her. The spicy and soreness squeezed out of her throat from the dry abdominal cavity. She did not dare to eat too much at once and could only eat in small bites.
Solve the bread.
She came back to life. The cool wind blew away the smell that was mixed with various stinks, and she smelled the fresh air.
Wandering, wandering, running endlessly, relying on begging to prevent her from starving to death on the streets. She wanted to learn spells but had no books. She wanted to learn fighting spirit but was weak. She thought she would always be stranded in self-pity and anger.
In the black memory, she encountered
When she arrived at the Necromancer, she joined the recognized evil forces in the main plane without thinking. She grew up in necromancy bit by bit more smoothly than expected. However, it was too slow, too slow, and she was picked up from the ruins.
The necromancer who came told her that even the most
A talented Necromancer genius cannot quickly form a high-level Necromancer combat power without a large amount of Necromancer knowledge. The core of Necromancer is the two types of spells: Summoning the Undead and Gaining the Necromancer. The former is mentioned
Summoning the undead is not just about summoning the dead
Resurrection of corpses is so simple. It also includes fields such as transformation of undead and fusion of undead. All of this is just to accumulate strong undead elites. Under normal circumstances, every beginner who wants to have his own combat power can only use various methods.
A way to contain high-level undead.
Yes, she knew the capital of the Necromancer to quickly establish himself, the Necromancer! Simple servants can also be born through the resurrection of the Necromancer, but it would take a lot of time to cultivate highly intelligent Necromancers if they want to advance their own realm little by little.
It is almost impossible to recover the existing highly intelligent undead through external force when the realm is lower than that of the opponent. Her talent obviously cannot break the former situation and quickly create the highly intelligent undead that obeys her. The latter
Although it is close to impossible, it is still possible!
She studied the Necromancer Manual crazily, and in just a few years, she mastered the basic knowledge that a normal Necromancer would take more than ten years to master. She wanted revenge! But the main plane had no chance for her to find a moderately high level of wisdom.
However, just when she thought everything would be in vain, she caught up with the Death God's sacrifice site.
She summoned the skeleton, and the spirituality it showed shocked her, and then she was ecstatic. In order to make up for the gap in basic knowledge, she was almost blank in the transformation of the undead. She understood the undead better than they who studied undead at the same time, but she also
It is not difficult to understand that a rotting corpse may make her look pale, but she can point out it in detail.
The necromancers who taught her about the basic characteristics and troop evolution of the wights did not care about how well the apprentices they taught could learn, or even the apprentices themselves. The necromancers just didn't want the necromancers to sadly withdraw from the main plane.
The magic system, excessive contact with the heartless and heartless undead, their human nature will naturally
To downplay, the vast majority of necromancers will be lost in unsympathetic necromancy, while intelligent necromancers will naturally be close to their master's personality when artificially cultivated. Therefore, every intelligent necromancy she comes into contact with is indifferent.
, being emotionally restrained, she had no way of bewitching these undead souls to sign a contract with her.
Because of revenge, she wanted to collect information. The more she knew about the limits of these lifespans, the more urgent she became. The assassins she had inquired about only had lifespans of less than three hundred years. She was afraid that she would not be able to wait for the opportunity to fight with her own hands. Among them,
The dark side of the world will not be opened to her, and she will be lost in that quiet night forever!
God knows how excited she was when she signed the contract with the skeleton. She may be a favored child, but she doesn't feel lucky at all. She would rather her subsequent luck stop under the bloodless moonlit night. She will always be mediocre, but
It won’t be so painful!
Perhaps, she should accept all this, because she met her future partner and enjoyed a friendship that allowed her to calm down her sorrowful past. She had no way of questioning the superior gods about the unfairness of her fate, because she had already received too many impossible things.
Miracle,
Looking at the expressionless assassin kneeling beneath her, she was so weak that she didn't dare to ask questions. You have already shown mercy to me, so why don't you show mercy to two more people? It's just two people! There's nothing else to ask for! Only just.
Two people, but you are so stingy!
Roaring and roaring, she went crazy to make them realize everything she had encountered, but in the end, it was just a touch of calm. She used the withering technique to corrupt their (physical) bodies, and used the soul touch to cut out their souls,
Under the gaze of their trembling souls, she pulled out the memories in their minds bit by bit, and she got the answer as she wished. She promised them that she would give them the mercy they gave her in the first place!
The pale skeletons that emerged from their rotting corpses were solidified by the long whips that whipped their souls into soul fire. They raised their rusty weapons and faced their relatives. Facing the twisted young faces stained with tears, they stopped.
He took off the butcher's knife and lay on the floor. The rusty weapon completed its owner's final mission and was soaked in blood, leaving only the heartbroken and wailing survivor.
Perhaps, the luck given to her by God has been exhausted. She didn't have time to wait for her companions to walk towards glory together. She screamed at her last enemy and healed her companions who were lost on the way forward. She originally thought
This is an increasingly brilliant event
During the journey, she should have met more cherished partners, but no, the witch fell under the holy sword. The tall man and the wretched man sacrificed themselves in front of the elemental life of the gryphon alchemists. The dwarf wanted to create them.
The moment he broke out of the city gate, he shot through the Alchemy Alliance
She was captured in front of the magic circle, and once again dominated by despair, she chose to use the forbidden necromantic transformation technique. Every necromancer she knew rarely took the risk of breaking the control limit of the highly intelligent necromancer servants she controlled.
In exchange for the highly intelligent undead servant's situation in a short period of time,
The boundary is rising, because firstly they cannot find suitable corrupted soil to provide abundant necromancy power, and secondly, the out-of-control necromancy servants exceed the control limit of the necromancers. Dominated by the chaotic negative energy, they are likely to make no distinction between the enemy and ourselves.
Kill all around!
She couldn't forget her past weaknesses, but she had found her own pride and determination. She believed in skeletons, and she couldn't let go of the death of her companions who shared life and death in front of her eyes. When she was swallowed up by the massive necrotic breath that crossed the city, she felt deep and chaotic emotions.
Her reason was overwhelmed, but she poured the undead power she brought into the skeleton. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind before she fell into coma. She wanted to ask, was she wrong? Clamping down on such a misfortune.
And let the people close to her suffer? She
They would not get the answer from the skeleton, and the phantom of the void emerged around them. After determining that they could not stop this crazy necromancer from forcibly catalyzing the necromancers near her, the gryphon alchemists spilled the empty silver water and blurred the space.
,fuzzy time,
The vast and deep blue swept over their bodies, and the rotating dark sky swelled with the resentment of the dead souls and roared into the sky and the earth. The empty eyes of the skeleton shed red-gold tears. The storm was coming this time.