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After the fall of the gods, Douglas, who had already ignited the divine fire, became the only hope in the hearts of the orcs to fight against the King of the Dead. All the orcs willingly regarded Douglas as the incarnation of the true god, the last hope of the world.

The humming sounds gathered into a noisy ocean, and countless pairs of eyes shone with hope.

Prince Roderite of the Tiger tribe took off the sword from his waist, put one hand on his chest, knelt down on one knee and saluted Douglas, and even the tone of his words became extremely pious: "Your great Highness Douglas, in your name

, we and our clan recognize you as the god of the orcs, and hope that you can lead the orcs to save this world from falling into the abyss of death!"

The special envoy of the Rein clan also knelt down side by side with Rodrith, holding his hand on his heart and shouting loudly: "I, the Rein clan, do it in your name!"

The arrival of the King of the Undead reunited the orc empire that had been fighting endlessly. Because the golden race suffered heavy losses, in order to boost morale and to facilitate the concentration of strength, the identity of Douglas's quasi-god was collectively recognized. For those who lost the gods,

As far as the orcs are concerned, Douglas is now the last god, and he is also the only strong man who has ever faced the King of the Dead. He is a well-deserved leader!

Roland, the iron commander of the Transi Empire, and Bedron, the sword god of the Galen Empire, knelt down together and bowed on one knee like all human knights do when facing the king: "By the order of my king, I have just been appointed.

As the Commander of the Transi (Galen) Empire's Expeditionary Force, I am now officially ordered to inform you that our expeditionary force is willing to accept your unified command and work with the orcs to resist death!"

As strong men of mankind, Trincy's Iron Marshal and Galen's Sword God also recognized the authority of the supreme commander of the Douglas coalition on behalf of their own empires.

The common powerful enemy unites all lives, puts aside their disputes and accepts Douglas's command.

Douglas on the altar had a majestic figure and an unusually solemn expression. Even his tone of voice was full of unspeakable depression: "Life is so noble. We have put aside our disputes and united as one. No matter how powerful the King of the Undead is, we are all united."

I have the strength to fight against it. From this moment on, I declare war on death on behalf of all living things on the continent!"

The powerful golden race has been defeated by the army of death, and most of the orc empire has been completely reduced to a place of death. At this time when everything is cut off, Douglas can still gather the remaining forces of all races to declare war on the King of the Undead.

It is like a shot in the arm, giving all races including orcs, humans, and elves the courage and hope to fight.

"Declaration of war!"

"We declare war on death!"

Douglas's categorical words ignited the passion of all life. Amidst the roaring and tsunami-like "declaration of war", a soft sound of "chi" suddenly came.

The soft sound was not too loud, but it seemed to be ringing directly in the heart, so that everyone present could clearly "hear" it. The sound was so far away, but it seemed to be close to the ear, full of energy.

Contempt and disdain!

Just when everyone was suspicious, a huge Xuanyuan mirror appeared in mid-air.

The slightly curved mirror is suspended in mid-air, and the image of a woman appears in the mirror.

It's Yegana!

The most loyal servant of the King of the Undead, the High Steward of Death Yegana.

As a super powerful person in charge of death, it is really easy to be able to hear and see the situation in Kent thousands of miles away, and project his own image and voice there.

The woman in the mirror had an ordinary appearance and did not look domineering at all, but her expression was full of disdain. After a chuckle, she immediately added in the most contemptuous tone: "Ants, they are just a group of ants, how can they still be like this?"

It is extremely ridiculous to speak out the wild words of declaring war on my king."

Most of the elite soldiers in the Pan-Continent have been gathered here, as well as almost all the strong men of various races. However, in Yegna's eyes, these so-called strong men can only be regarded as a group of ants, not even comparable to ants.

Even top-level experts such as Sword God, Iron Marshal, etc. cannot compare with Yegana. This is a fact that no one can deny, so no one will think that Yegana is talking big words.

As an opponent who had met Yegana several times, Douglas stood on the high altar and spoke a high-pitched voice of life to the virtual image suspended in mid-air: "I know you are a strong man in the world of death, but life

Due to the nobility and dignity of life, this world has never belonged to the King of the Dead, and will never belong to the King of the Dead..."

"Stupid souls," Yegana in the mirror despised any life, looking around at the thousands of warriors in the square as if looking down at a group of insignificant ants: "Death is a gift given by my king to all living beings, and only death is

The only equality. You ants can't understand the true meaning of death at all, and you still want to refuse my king's reward. From the beginning of nothingness to the end of nothingness, everything will return to death, time will die, space will die, and life will die.

Being more likely to die is a fate passed down from ancient times. No matter it is in the past or in the future, whether it is momentary or eternity, death cannot be rejected. I am not afraid to tell you honestly, your attitude towards death, whether you accept it or reject it, will not be ignored by me.

care!"

Under the illumination of thousands of torches, Douglas's face was as firm as steel, and his majestic figure was like a sculpture that had stood there since ancient times: "Life may be weak, but it is never despicable. Death may end all life, but

No one can impose death on life, not even the King of the Undead. Warriors of all races have gathered here, and we want the King of the Undead to see the pride of life. We have declared war on death."

The high-pitched shouting did not even arouse the slightest interest in Yegana, and she did not even bother to look at the thousands of faces full of fighting will. In the virtual image, Yegana met Douglas's eyes and said word by word: "Life

Pride? Is there such a thing? Even if there is, my king doesn’t care at all!”

The virtual image suspended in mid-air began to distort. With a burst of frequent flashes, Yegana's image gradually disappeared, but her lifeless voice still remained in the air: "This world will eventually belong to my king, and my king will

Meet you..."

Douglas suddenly pulled out his sword and shouted loudly in the wildest manner: "I want the King of the Dead to see the strength of life, I want the King of the Dead to know the power of life..."

Douglas issued the strongest note of life, "strength" and "strength" echoed repeatedly in the mountains, and thousands of lives raised their arms and shouted the same cry...