beast god

The black air that permeated the surroundings was extremely strong, as if it were a real layer of haze. Even with the glorious magic of humans and the blessing of life from the elves, you can still clearly feel the smell of decay in the air. Accompanied by the warriors

With heavy breathing and shouting, this breath gradually eroded into the body, as if he had inhaled something dirty with a strong corrosive smell.

This breath is eroding the bodies and souls of the soldiers from within, echoing the breath of death in the air. Some injured soldiers are gradually losing their resistance to this breath due to their weakened physical strength. First, their faces become dark and tight.

Then the skin on the surface of the body also showed a strange gray color, and their vitality was decreasing. Although they were still shouting and fighting, they were dying at a slow speed!

Despite this, the battle did not stop for a moment, but became more intense. However, the steps underfoot were very slow and stagnant, and it looked like a zombie that was still breathing and heartbeating.

The surrounding undead army has become extremely powerful, like boiling sea water, beating wildly towards the coalition forces in the center. There are no more fragile low-level skeletons here, they are all high-level undead transformed by ancient brave warriors and swordsmen, even three or five orcs.

The soldiers joined forces, but they could only parry but had no power to fight back. Countless lives would be lost with every step forward.

Fighting and roaring made these fierce orcs lose their last trace of reason, leaving only the most instinctive and crazy slashing in their subconscious. When they were riddled with holes by the undead, they still roared and rushed forward,

Tear it with your hands and bite it with your teeth, continuing this seemingly never-ending battle in the most primitive way.

Gradually, gradually, the soldiers could no longer walk!

"roar"!

Amidst the earth-shaking loud noises, the ground was shaking violently. A large group of huge undead monsters with a height of more than ten meters were overwhelming the coalition forces. They were completely different from the corpses of the giant monsters just now. These were even more powerful.

The taller and larger death beasts actually formed a very neat attack formation, as if they were the bodyguards of the King of the Undead.

Among the corpses of these extremely huge monsters, the vast majority are giants and titans that have long been lost in history, as well as a small number of mammoths and Behemoths.

All these giant races that have disappeared in the long river of history have been buried deep underground for tens of millions of years. Even their corpses have turned into ancient fossils that are harder than granite. But the most original aura of the King of the Undead

, once again gave them the ability to move, once again awakened them from the deep underground and then condensed them into shape again.

There are densely packed ghosts floating in the low sky. These ghosts that are more than a thousand years old are not afraid of the holy radiant magic. Ordinary purification techniques have no effect on these thousand-year-old monsters. Even the magician's flames can hardly damage the tips of the dense ghosts.

They screamed and attacked the coalition forces overwhelmingly. One after another, ferocious faces suddenly appeared above their heads. Many orc warriors fell silently before they had time to resist!

This is the elite part of the undead army. Compared with the bloody orc warriors, the team of magicians of various races finally suffered huge casualties.

The physique of magicians cannot be compared with that of strong orcs. The strong and substantial aura of death is constantly eroding their bodies. The ghosts are constantly attacking their spirits. The sacred magic that was just blessed on their bodies soon withers away.

, almost half of the magicians fell here! But the black cloud surrounding the King of the Dead is still not far away, even if it is just the last distance, it seems that it will never be reached!

Magicians are dying, soldiers are dying, and the entire coalition team is almost at a standstill!

As the distance gradually got closer, Douglas's face became more solemn, and he said in a hoarse voice that only he could hear: "It seems we have to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a roar that resounded throughout the world, a slender figure suddenly shot out from beside Douglas.

It's Bedrun, the only sword god of this era!

Bedren's body suddenly flew up diagonally, his body shining brightly, as if a scorching sun suddenly appeared in the gloomy night and illuminated everything.

If you observe carefully, you will find that what really shines is not Bedron himself, but the sharp sword in his hand.

The sword god is completely transparent, as if it is carved from a whole piece of crystal, and the light it emits envelopes Bedren's whole body.

This is not the light of magic, let alone the brilliance of fighting spirit, it is the light of the sword condensed to the limit!

No one could have imagined that a small sword could emit a blazing light that could rival the sun.

Bedrun rushed up to the sky like a human-shaped arrow shot upward, his whole body fully stretched, and his sharp sword with a fierce light pointed directly at the dim sky.

This sword light reached the sky completely, as if a huge light pillar had risen, gathering into an extremely surging curtain of sword light. When Bedren's body was carried by the divine sword and rushed to the highest point, it suddenly turned in mid-air.

Using the most majestic sword light as a guide, Bedren swooped down while keeping his head and feet, shining as brightly as a meteor falling from the sky.

This is the power of the Sword God, which represents the highest attainment of swordsmanship in the world!

When the sword light hit the ground, it immediately split into thousands of tiny rays of light. These tiny rays of light were meandering forward, like snake-like creatures possessing life.

The sound always lags behind the light. It was not until this moment that an earth-shattering roar came.

"when"!

There was a clearly audible crisp sound amid the roar, as if Bedlen's sword had hit some extremely hard metal. In an instant, the densely packed ghosts hovering in the low air became washed away by the flood.

The sand sculpture disappeared without even having time to utter a sharp scream. The layers of undead ocean on the ground were also broken open at the same moment. The sword light meandered forward, and all the undead along the way fell one after another under the destruction of the sword light.

Flying, before landing, it turns into tiny fragments and rises and dances again.

The sword light was as sharp as substance, forcibly cutting a passage in the sea of ​​the dead in front of him, extending all the way into the bottomless darkness in the distance.

The undead souls in front of him were all gone, and the road leading to the King of the Undead was finally opened.

The sword god is indeed a sword god, he can cut through the sea of ​​undead with just one sword.

At the same time, the strong men who were the core of the coalition forces, together with Douglas, rushed up the passage forged with supreme swordsmanship, rushing towards the black aura that made all living beings tremble.