Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Perhaps the Lich King underestimates the power of the Holy Arathor Empire, or perhaps it is too confident in the power bestowed by the Great God Demon Kil'jaeden.

Except for myself, the remaining high-level undead are all only at the silver hero level, and none are truly gold legendary on the planet Azeroth.

If our great Lich King Ner'zhul had not been entangled by the Holy Three Saints, then the lack of golden legendary undead units would not be the weakness of the entire Scourge.

After all, it is not difficult for an undead caster demigod to create multiple or more gold-level undead as long as he pays a sufficient price.

However, at the moment when Ner'zhul was entangled by the three saints and unable to move, the natural disaster undead army without gold-level high-end power faced the human empire army with several gold-level legendary powerhouses, and finally showed a decline that was unimaginable before the war.

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A man who had just managed to gather tens of thousands of chaotic cannon fodder undead around him was trying to reorganize the order of the undead army's attack. The black-robed archlich, who was at the peak of the silver hero level, had a strong gray-black death magic on his rigid skull face, which was as terrifying as a human being.

Shaking.

Now, with its arms raised high, the huge necromantic power formed a huge shield flashing with evil aura under its will, and the soldiers of the Bright Horse Army who suddenly arrived in the sky fired thousands of arrows.

The sacred beams competed fiercely.

"His Majesty the Great Lich King will never let you go..."

After finally resisting a round of divine strikes falling from the sky, the great lich breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say a harsh word.

But unfortunately, this high-level undead obviously didn't have time to finish his last harsh words.

"boom!"

"brush!"

After it was hit by the holy beam, it was followed by a powerful and powerful sound that exceeded the speed of sound. The tens of meters long holy light slash brought about by the white-gold holy light of judgment, which was drowned, and even screams were heard.

There was no time to send it out, and it was instantly purified into a pile of ashes with residual holy power, scattered on the battlefield.

In the sky, the soldiers of the Bright Horse Army were arranged in a neat square formation. They spread out from the middle. Wearing sacred armor and with a serious face, Emperor Arathor Karen silently inserted the Sword of the Angel of Power into the sword behind his back.

In the box, it flew out from the center of the square array.

"Your Majesty, the high-level undead creatures have been completely eliminated!"

"The empire's army is overwhelming!"

In his mind, the passionate voice of the Holy Earl Andre came through the spiritual network, allowing the second emperor in Azeroth's human history to stand in the sky and once again calmly gaze down at the entire battlefield below.

"The Lord God protects us!"

“The Holy Prophet Messiah guides us to victory!”

"Hallelujah!"

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Fanatic and sacred slogans resounded throughout the battlefield. All the soldiers of the Holy Arathor Empire's Light Legion raised their weapons high and kept firing the sacred beams in their hands. They struggled to destroy what they could find and fell into complete loss.

After being commanded and suppressed by high-level undead, the undead fell into chaos and even killed each other on every battlefield.

These imperial warriors, wearing strong armor and holding bright battle spears high, with the aura power of the leading paladin charging and the sacred magic of the glory priests behind them, and the sacred light power shining like torches all over their bodies, are like a round of devouring weapons.

The darkness is about to break, like the rising sun that emits infinite light!

Even if the number of natural disasters is still huge and vast, like the seemingly endless darkness of dawn, it is destined to be shattered by the sacred light of the rising sun...

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Ner'zhul, in the eternal ice crystal, roared angrily and unwillingly in his heart. Endless gray-black undead power emerged from the layer of ice crystals outside his body, constantly hitting the sacred light pillar that penetrated the heaven and earth that trapped him.

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As a powerful undead personally transformed by Kil'jaeden, the great god demon, in the inherited memory given to it by the Burning Legion, the sacred power that is so powerful that it can even trap demigod-level undead has never been seen in the strategy information of the planet Azeroth.

Appeared in .

"Damn it, where did these hateful natives get such powerful divine power?"

No wonder our Lich King is so angry. Although Ner'zhul is trapped in the sacred light beam emitted by the Three Holy Artifacts at this time, his spiritual sea represents the existence of high-level undead that surrender under his throne.

The soul threads have begun to collapse one after another!

This undoubtedly conveys bad news to it. The Scourge Legion, which is currently at war with humans, is rapidly collapsing at a speed it cannot imagine!

Seeing that in the spiritual sea, the soul threads of the three-digit high-level undead were already disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving less than ten of them on the glacier continent, even if Ner'zhul, the former orc great shaman, appeared,

Because of the Lich King's magnanimity, I couldn't help but feel anxious when I thought about Kil'jaeden's extremely terrifying soul punishment that he had experienced in the inherited memory if the invasion of Azeroth failed.

Ner'zhul once again glanced at the still thick and solid sacred pillar of light around him, and his eyes in the ice crystals suddenly condensed. It was originally radiating to the outside world, guarding around its body like black mist, resisting the undead magic power of the sacred power, and suddenly

Retract into the eternal ice crystal of yourself.

Surrounded by divine power, Ner'zhul was unable to cast powerful evil spells that required preparation for a long time in advance, but this did not mean that he had no means of comeback!

As one of the top leaders of the Burning Legion and the Lich King who was personally promoted by the great demon Kil'jaeden, Ner'zhul decisively decided to use one of his ultimate trump cards!

"The deceiver who fears all things, the destroyer who annihilates the world!"

"Your will cannot be violated!"

"Your words and deeds will corrupt all things!"

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In the private space bag inside Ner'zhul's robe, tens of thousands of advanced soul crystals originally planned to be used to resurrect the top casters of the high elves who died in Silvermoon City, accompanied by the Lich King's words, transcended

The speed of imagination was forcibly sacrificed, and it quickly evaporated and melted into a chaotic and evil force.

The eternal ice crystal surrounding Ner'zhul also seemed to be attracted by this force. A large piece of the ice crystal above its head disappeared silently, turning into invisible energy and the evil power offered by the Lich King.

fused together.

Immediately afterwards.

"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"

A shattering sound that could be clearly heard by mortal ears, accompanied by surging space power and dense void cracks that appeared one after another, appeared above Ner'zhul's head.

In the sky, the dark sky that had been dispersed by the holy power of the Legion of Light reappeared as if going back in time, blocking the dazzling light of the sun!

"Humble servant of the Legion, Ner'zhul!"

"Is it you, calling me?"

A majestic, supreme voice emerged from the crack in space, and dark green evil energy that was extremely rich spewed out from the crack unstoppably, and in a very short period of time, it surrounded the

The Lich King's holy power shattered...