Almost instantly, the once flat ground area was transformed into a battlefield.
The skeleton soldiers immediately went into battle mode, and the battle-hardened overseers took over command.
A shower of stones rained down, and a dark figure instantly appeared.
He completely ignored the tall and imposing Psionic Energy body, his target fixed on the figure in the center.
Countless fleshy creatures burst open and lunged at [ Nether Crossing ], but he swiftly retaliated, easily smashing those disgusting things to pieces.
The skeletal councilor stared at the vampire duke standing in mid-air with his empty eye sockets, while the duke opposite him looked back at the skeletal councilor.
"I am the Vampire Duke, Weber Rosalind, sent by my mother to kill you."
[ Nether Crossing ] felt a little regretful that he no longer had flesh and blood, otherwise he could definitely make a sarcastic expression right now:
"I am the Skeleton Councilor [ Nether Crossing ], sent to kill your mother."
"Court death!"
Sailesi was usually a stern and serious man, always appearing very dignified, especially during battle.
His fighting style dictates that every word he utters carries the responsibility of breaking down the enemy's psychological defenses. With the blessing of [ Dream of Rebirth ], he is even less likely to utter any inappropriate provocative words.
But this seems to have changed somewhat now --
During a fight, you have to taunt them relentlessly!
This thought would always appear in his mind unconsciously, and he would even rationalize it on his own without realizing it, and then trash talk like the one just came out of his mouth.
Without a doubt, after shouting "You're asking for it!", Weber Rosalind's offensive became even more ferocious.
This Grand Duke's fighting style is the classic Rosalind Lineage style, the same style that Kailun, possessed by the Hall, used during their internal conflict:
Go for a fast-paced, aggressive attack; strike as quickly as possible and make sure to unleash maximum damage in the first wave.
Then, if the enemy is unable to resist, simply push forward and kill them.
If the opponent can withstand this attack, then rely on the high endurance of the Rosalind Lineage to wear them down.
Weber is currently in that situation, except he's still at the first step, which is the initial fast break.
His two arms were like two giant snakes that could regenerate infinitely, not only able to stretch out indefinitely, but also able to open their blood-red mouths anywhere.
[ Nether Crossing ] used his four arms to smash the two giant snakes several times, but his recovery was only a matter of time.
Once the two sides create distance, the next moment will be a swarm of locust-like "snake scales" attacking from the other side.
Those seemingly scale-like "darts" are none other than " Blood Worm," used by all vampire nobles of the Rosalind Lineage.
Swarms of Blood Worm and gigantic maws appearing everywhere are the signature abilities of the Rosalind Lineage.
Compared to the vampires of the Rosalind Lineage, these Blood Worm of Weber have an even more obvious advantage: they fly at extremely high speeds.
Previously, [ Nether Crossing ] had seen this move, which involved scattering Blood Worm like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, allowing them to equally devour every piece of flesh within range.
As a result, [ Nether Crossing ] completely regarded this skill as an area-of-effect skill.
But Weber Rosalind did the opposite; he hardened and flattened the Blood Worm, forming a tough outer shell on their bodies.
Then... he used these Blood Worm as darts.
No, it's not a dart.
A memory suddenly intruded into [ Nether Crossing's] mind.
That was Sailesi's memory, the day the Holy City fell.
As he fled, he took the opportunity to observe the madmen known as the Soul Returner, and discovered that some of Soul Returner seemed to be able to Alienation very intricate structures onto their own bodies.
They have perfectly integrated plants and machinery, enabling them to fire hardened seeds or wooden arrows in rapid succession.
And he also heard a word he had never heard before—machine gun.
He thought that this word might also be applicable to Weber in front of him...
Wait, the Soul Returner?
Why does this word sound so familiar?
In my memory, this group of people only appeared once, but why do I feel an irresistible urge to think about them every time I do?
wrong!
I'm clearly a councilor of the Skeleton Alliance, when have I ever been to the Holy City of the Theocracy?
Two massive Giant Arms came together in front of him, and a large amount of Psionic Energy instantly materialized into the shape of a shield, once again blocking the ranged attack from Weber.
Looking at the other party's exasperated expression, [ Nether Crossing ] suddenly felt a little dazed, and some strange thoughts gradually emerged in his mind like reefs after the tide receded.
No, now is not the time to think about these things!
The fierce offensive made [ Nether Crossing ] feel a little regretful:
If we had played steadily and cautiously, the opponent probably wouldn't have been so agitated.
While one shouldn't think like this during a fight, is this really my fighting style today?
But the next moment, another voice in his heart told him:
The more excited you are, the more likely you are to lose your composure.
"Mockery is a means, not an end."
"A verbal victory is merely a minor triumph; the ultimate goal is to gain victory in the battle."
Who is speaking?
[ Nether Crossing ] was terrified and his mind was in a daze. The Psionic Energy shield in front of him was already showing signs of Shattered.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
A series of crisp impacts rang out as Weber's Blood Worm Darts attacked at a rate of nearly ten times per second!
If it were anyone else, they would have been riddled with bullets and then completely devoured from the inside out.
"Snap!"
The crisp, shattering sensations of Psionic Energy entered [ Nether Crossing ]'s mind, and he suddenly realized that he had been distracted during the battle!
No, that's not how it is; I shouldn't be like this!
Why, why are so many things forgotten?
Why do I have two completely different memories from the same point in time?
Who am I?
What's wrong with me?
Why am I here?
Why is this guy hitting me?
Countless questions flooded [ Nether Crossing ]'s mind, causing him to endure Weber's attacks almost unilaterally for a very short period of time, relying solely on his fighting instincts, the source of which he didn't know, to keep going.
The Dukes of Rosalind Lineage, skilled in aggressive and preemptive attacks, would naturally seize this opportunity, unleashing flying blades, sharp teeth, gaping maws, Blood Worm...
Weber unleashed a barrage of attacks, a relentless barrage that was impossible to withstand. No matter how strong one's bones were, they would only be worn down before the sandblasting nozzle.
It was clear that [ Nether Crossing ]'s body had been thinned by Weber, and he was on the verge of being worn down to death.
However, at that moment, a furious shout suddenly rang out. This voice came from [ Nether Crossing ], but it did not echo on the Psionic Energy level; rather, it was a sound of normal biological communication, propagating in the material world.
"Enough!"