"I seem to have heard the cry of despair and smelled the sweet smell of fresh life and fear."
Necromancer Phillips whispered silently, hiding his withered figure perfectly in the boundless undead craze, and only using his mind to perceive the lonely sentry in front of him.
Start here.
He will use the power of death that took hundreds of years to accumulate to completely transform the entire vibrant Creekwood Territory into the dead Undead Kingdom, and then use this as a basis to set off an even more majestic wave of death, sweeping across the entire Ser Wilderness.
This is the most beautiful vision in his heart.
However, this greedy delusion was suddenly interrupted by a throbbing from the depths of his soul.
The gray-white mist that was so thick that it couldn't be broken down and carried a rotten atmosphere was roughly torn apart, squeezed out, and even evaporated in an instant by an unstoppable and violent force!
A huge shadow, carrying a terrifying power that made the air burn and twist, was like a meteor from the sky, crashing down between the Undead Legion's turbulent forward and Third Watchpost.
To be more precise, it hit the center of the Undead Legion's densest striker array with incomparable precision.
It was not until this moment that the sharp roar, which was caused by tearing the air apart at extreme speeds, like a piece of cloth being torn to pieces, slowly rolled down from the sky.
Boom!!!
The earth then groaned in pain, and violent earthquakes and deafening roars exploded at the same time.
The shock wave visible to the naked eye suddenly exploded in a perfect ring shape, instantly clearing away all the low-level undead within a hundred meters, whether they were fragile skeletons or stiff Walking Corpse, like sweeping away dust!
Countless broken bones, Rot pieces of flesh, and rusted armor pieces.
Like a toy that was smashed by an invisible but extremely huge war hammer, it shot backward crazily in a radial pattern, and the raised smoke mixed with the mist that had not completely dissipated and rose, forming a short-lived, turbid dome-shaped dust cover.
Lich, who was hiding in the Undead Legion, was also shaken by the sudden impact, and Soulfire flashed in the skull cavity.
He was solemn in his heart and looked forward.
The smoke gradually dispersed.
A giant dragon that defies common sense stands proudly in the center of the battlefield.
Even though he was once Legendary Realm Necromancer, with rich knowledge and broad vision, he still felt a little incredible when looking at the giant dragon.
Its body shape surpasses everything Phillips knows about Dragonkin.
It is so strong that it looks like two red dragons standing side by side. The steel-like scales are not covering the muscles, but are more like thick armor growing directly from the muscles knotted like steel cables. Each piece is as thick as a shield, covering the whole body in layers, flowing with a heart-stopping luster.
Its ferocious dragon horns snaked through the smoke and dust, like giant spears tearing apart the sky.
The ends of its wings are still surging with flames that have not dissipated. The edges are sharp, like two giant blades. The long and thick tail has dragon scales ridges, which also form giant blades and spear-like protrusions. Coupled with dense and sharp thorns, the entire dragon seems not to be a flesh-and-blood creature, but a carefully crafted weapon of war.
Its pair of dragon eyes, as black as the night sky, penetrated the diffuse smoke and mist, and scanned the entire tide of undead indifferently. The pressure was invisible but like a real tsunami, and instantly plunged the entire noisy battlefield into a dead silence.
"Creekwood Territory's dragon? Never seen it before."
"Looking at the physical characteristics of this picture, it seems to be a hybrid of the red dragon and Iron Dragon?"
"What a powerful life aura. The pure power contained in this body is simply immeasurable!"
Phillips's already withered heart shrank suddenly, but then, a stronger and more greedy desire quickly overwhelmed the vigilance like poisonous fire.
Without Thrall Legion accompanying him and just a dragon, do you want to stop his torrent of undead? Wishful thinking!
More importantly, such a dragon that looks extraordinary must have a powerful and unique soul essence. If he can kill it and refine it with the Undead secret method, he will definitely have an undead dragon general under his command who can sweep across the battlefield!
"Kill it!"
The cold command was transmitted silently and instantly through the spiritual connection to every undead unit.
The undead did not know what fear was. After receiving the highest order from Necromancer, Soulfire, whose eyes were jumping in his eyes, turned at the same time. Countless empty and dead eyes focused on the only focus of life - the dragon!
The first one to respond to the command was the Death Knight square array.
These silent killing machines were elites in hundreds of battles during their lifetime. After their death, they were reshaped by Negative Energy. Their strength and defense are even better than before.
They wore dark heavy armor that almost covered their whole bodies, only revealing two points of cold Soulfire under their helmets. The Nightmare Steed under their crotches was spitting out ghostly Blue Dragon flames. Wherever their four hooves stepped, they left behind a trail of quietly burning blue flame flowers.
"Form up! Charge!"
Phillips moved his thoughts slightly, masterfully controlling the formation changes, and at the same time casting spells in the air. The obscure runes flashed away, adding [Greater Brute Force] and [Umbral Armor] to Death Knight.
Immediately afterwards, fifty Death Knight instantly divided into five groups.
They were like five black spears, launched at the same time from different tricky angles. There was no shouting, only the heavy muffled sound of nightmare hooves crushing the earth, which converged into the drumbeat of death.
The distance between them is accurate to a millimeter, and the trajectory of their charge perfectly blocks the space for the dragon to move.
The long and thick lance was held flat, and the tip of the spear was condensed with Negative Energy, which was enough to penetrate the city wall. The blue halo connected together to form a net of death covering the dragon's torso.
Seeing this scene, Necromancer raised an ugly smile on his lips, very satisfied with it.
Although his realm has fallen, because he has become Lich, he understands the thinking logic of the undead better. His ability to control Undead Legion has not weakened, but has improved to a higher level. The command and control is like some kind of art of writing death.
In his imagination, no matter whether the dragon chooses to attack hard or dodge, there will always be at least a few lances that can attack from the weakest angle.
"Isolating the formation alone. Haha, do you think you are Saint King? Except for a very small number of perverted existences, trying to compete with the Undead Legion individually will only lead to death."
"Stupid dragon, you will soon become my toy."
Necromancer Concentrate and control the army.
Bone Behemoth, whose size is not inferior to that of a giant dragon, took heavy steps simultaneously, like moving mountains. With the sound of howling wind, its huge bone claws struck hard at the dragon's head, blocking the space above it.
In the sky, the figures of Wailing Banshee became more illusory.
They opened their mouths silently - just waiting for the lance to hit, the invisible soul screams would erupt simultaneously, cooperating with the giant beast's fierce attacks, internal and external attacks, completely breaking down the dragon's resistance.
Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!
The almost overlapping, heart-wrenching metal collisions and explosions resounded throughout the battlefield.
The expected scene of giant dragon scales Shatter and flying flesh and blood did not appear.
The lances infused with Negative Energy accurately hit the target - the dragon's neck, chest and abdomen flanks, joint joints... However, the moment the lance tip struck, the lance made an overwhelmed sound, the barrel bent, and cracks spread, as if what was stabbed was not biological scales, but some kind of indestructible divine iron.
The most powerful Death Knight bosses can barely pierce the dragon scales with their attacks.
But underneath it seems that it is not flesh and blood, but some kind of equally hard defense layer. They have been reduced by many attacks and cannot continue to break through the defense.
Click! Click!
With just a tiny movement of the dragon's body, the lance tips twisted and cracked in the harsh metal scraping sound! The huge reaction force was violently transmitted back along the gun body, Death Knight's arm armor holding the lance tightly groaned, and the arm armor of several knights was even overwhelmed and exploded directly, and the rotten bone arms inside were broken inch by inch!
Nightmare Steed let out a painful cry and stood up. The blue flame between the hooves swayed violently and was almost extinguished.
Destructive Charge, the pride of the Death Knight legion, could not even let the opponent break through the defense!
Almost at the same time, Bone Behemoth's terrifying bone claws that could shatter the granite city gate crashed down, and the strong wind brought by the giant claws dispersed the smoke and dust below.
But at that moment when the huge bone claws were about to touch the majestic dragon horns.
Red Iron Dragon raised his paw at the same time and waved upward as fast as lightning.
Boom--!!!
Dragon claws and bone claws collide violently!
There is no stalemate, only crushing crushing.
Bone Behemoth's giant claws, which were spliced together by countless thick bones and infused with Negative Energy's reinforcements, disintegrated and exploded inch by inch like rotten wood when they came into contact with the dragon's claws.
Countless huge broken bones shot towards the surroundings, smashing a piece of Walking Corpse that could not dodge into a pulp.
Bone Behemoth's huge body was staggered backward by this irresistible force of Colossal Strength, leaving deep pits on the ground with every step.
In the air, Wailing Banshees kept screaming, their faces distorted, full of hatred.
However, when the wailing that was enough to tear apart the soul struck Red Iron Dragon's soul, it was like a breeze hitting an iron wall, without even a ripple being stirred up. Within that incredibly strong body, there was also a soul that was tough and powerful beyond imagination.
Red Iron Dragon's wings chop continuously, the dragon's tail whips, and the claw strikes alternately.
The undead creatures pounced on it one after another, and were all destroyed.
A simple charge can leave a long gap in the majestic group of undead, forming broken bones and flesh all over the ground.
"What a strong, powerful dragon."
"It's not just a mixed race! Is it the legendary Variant Dragon? Same as that Twenty-Four-Winged Gold Dragon King?!"
Phillips first wanted to quit, but due to the undead creature's desire for powerful life, he became greedy for Red Iron Dragon's body and soul.
Click click click.
The broken bones were spliced together, and the rotten flesh turned into horrific and twisted monsters. The fallen undead stood up again and continued to attack Red Iron Dragon.
Not only that.
Although some undead souls were completely dead, the Negative Energy that escaped from them merged into the surrounding space, forming a gray-white mist that could suppress the living, making them weak and gradually losing their minds. Red Iron Dragon's movements were slightly slower, as if his mind was unclear, and he continued to fight on the ground instead of rising to the sky.
"Even if we lose this legion, as long as we can get the body and soul of this dragon, it's still worth it."
Necromancer no longer hesitated and controlled the legion to continue to encircle and suppress the dragon, while changing a little bit of tactics.
"Consumption! Consume it with endless bones!"
"Death Knight, who is still alive, retreat! Bone Behemoth, press up on me!"
"All Skeleton Warrior, Bone Shield Array! Walking Corpse, use your Rot bodies to fill every inch of the land under its feet! Banshee, continuously impact the soul and interfere with its will! I don't believe that its power is endless."
Necromancer's command spread to the Undead Legion.
Bone Behemoth, which had just been knocked back, let out a silent roar.
Regardless of the trauma of the broken claw, it once again took steps like a hill, and slammed into Garos with its huge body and remaining bone arms, intending to restrict its movement with sheer weight and impact. The other two Bone Behemoth also approached at the same time.
A total of three Bone Behemoth, dragging Red Iron Dragon with their own constant Shatter.
At the same time, the densely packed Skeleton Warrior began to transform and combine with amazing efficiency.
Under the exquisite control of Necromancer, they are not charging in a chaotic manner, but like precision machinery.
Skeleton Warrior in the front row thrust the huge bone shield in his hand into the ground, while the warriors in the back row stepped on the shoulder blades of the front row, superimposed the second and third layers of bone shields, and reinforced them with Negative Energy.
After just a few breaths.
Directly behind and on the left and right sides of Red Iron Dragon, several city walls composed of layers of pale bone shields were erected.
The undead swarm, under the reinforcement of Negative Energy, seemed to be transformed into a whole, so strong that it surpassed steel.
From the gap between the bone shields, a Death Knight spear was poked out, as well as Skeleton Warrior's different weapons, like steel hedgehogs, they were like moving fortresses, moving step by step, squeezing towards the giant dragon in the center.
The Rot and Walking Corpse clusters are like the cheapest cannon fodder.
They ignored the trampled remains of their comrades under their feet, roared and squirmed, and used their festering bodies to pounce crazily on Red Iron Dragon's limbs and abdomen. When they died, they exploded directly, using corpse poison and pure Rot flesh and blood to stain and stagnate the thick scales.
There are countless Walking Corpse climbing up like stacks of arhats, forming a disgusting Rot meat mountain.
The Wailing Banshees in the sky have completely given up the idea of physical attacks. Their figures shuttle through the air at high speed, leaving behind illusory afterimages, which are harsh enough to make living creatures instantly brain-dead. Their soul screams are like invisible storms, wave after wave, hitting Red Iron Dragon's head without stopping.
The entire battlefield was completely overwhelmed by undead creatures.
Looking down from a high altitude, all you can see is a crazily writhing gray sea, and Red Iron Dragon is completely submerged.
"Stable, stable."
Phillips twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.
The undead fighting on their own are not very powerful, but under his control, when different types of soldiers coordinate perfectly, supplemented by various spell enhancements, they are enough to surround and kill any powerful enemy under the Legendary Realm.
The unique Red Iron Dragon in front of me is no exception. Necromancer and Soulfire trembled and their eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhila! Zhila!
Under Necromancer's solemn gaze, streaks of golden lightning jumped through the gaps between countless undead souls, and the friction of countless bones could not overwhelm the flying voice of Bloodburst.
Boom boom boom boom!
The cage formed by countless undead kept protruding outward, as if it was violently bombarded by four giant arms. Negative Energy collapsed, and cracks appeared in the airtight cage.
Tear!
A pair of dragon wings that seemed to block out the sky then split open the toughest bone wall. At the same time, they rotated and slashed, soaring into the sky surrounded by countless broken bones and rotten flesh.
Red Iron Dragon is hovering in mid-air, most of the scales on his body have fallen off.
Necromancer was not happy about this, because he could clearly see that there was a layer of black and red dragon scales under the scales of the target Shatter, and it was covered with some rough, criss-crossing cracks.
Battleworn Mark?!
Ordinary people may not recognize it.
But Phillips, who was once Legendary Realm, certainly knows the meaning of those textures.
The body swelled in a large circle, and the giant dragon wrapped around Golden Lightning soared in the air, and then fell to the ground fiercely, smashing the undead around it.
At the same time, Red Iron Dragon stood up straight.
He took a deep breath, lightning flew around him, his chest covered with thick scales suddenly expanded, and at the same time he opened the dragon's mouth.
Golden lightning and red flames alternately jumped between the dragon's teeth.
With the growth of Garos and the development of Exhilarated State, Spherical Flame Thunder Breath in this state can turn into a rolling torrent. Although it is not as good as Destruction Dragon Breath of Thermal Energy Enhancement, it is much more powerful than the normal Dragon Breath.
Phew!
The dragon lowered its head slightly and spit out Dragon Breath.
The Flame Thunder formed by the mixture of flames and lightning formed a huge fan-shaped torrent, spurting out from his mouth and instantly swallowing everything in front of him.
Zila--!!!
A scalp-numbing sound, like the violent vaporization of cold water poured into boiling oil, became the main theme of the battlefield.
The first to bear the brunt was Bone Behemoth, a huge body made up of countless solid bones. In front of this torrent of lightning and flames, it was as fragile as a wax statue thrown into a steel-making furnace.
At the moment of contact, the bones that make up the giant beast's body melt and vaporize rapidly like snow under the scorching sun.
The behemoth that had resisted the Garos attack before, and was constantly Shatter and reorganized, just disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, there is a bone shield wall reinforced by massive skeletons and Negative Energy, which is supposed to be indestructible.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like low-quality cardboard pierced by a red-hot soldering iron, the layers of bone shields were unstoppable in front of the torrent of Flame Thunder. They were melted through and vaporized, and the Skeleton Warrior hiding behind the bone shields was directly vaporized.
The breath continued unabated, and after wiping out a large circle of undead creatures, the death scythe was still unstoppable, plowing into the earth bottomless and terrifying ravines with billowing white smoke and dark red embers.
Within the ravine, all undead souls, including skeletons and Walking Corpse, were completely destroyed.
The earth was burned into a crystal-clear glass shape.
To deal with these undead, fire energy attacks are more effective than physical damage.
After realizing this, Red Iron Dragon's actions did not stop.
His huge head turned slightly, and the destructive torrent, like the light whip wielded by Deity, began to sweep across as his sight moved.
Wherever it sweeps, it is completely purified.
Disgusting and twisted Walking Corpse meat mountain? Turn into ashes!
The wailing banshees hovering in the sky? When Flame Thunder swept across the sky, the translucent bodies of the banshees were like thin ice thrown into boiling water. They evaporated completely before they even had time to scream.
Countless Skeleton Warrior and Walking Corpse clusters are like pencil drawings erased by an eraser when Dragon Breath sweeps across them.
Disappear piece by piece!
The entire left wing of the Undead Legion was completely wiped out by Red Iron Dragon's breath in just ten seconds, and a huge, steaming crystallized area appeared on the battlefield.
The previous behavior of gathering in large numbers in order to surround and kill Red Iron Dragon caused them heavy casualties.