Miracle Throne

There are many gray spire-like buildings, and a strange conical altar building stands in the center. The lower tip and the upper circle are like an awl of tens of meters inserted into the ground. The whole is made of dark spar, and the bright red lines outline countless runes. Formation.

There is a necromantic priest in a gray robe sitting on the altar in the void, arms open, reciting spells silently, the Yuanli array on the circular altar is shining with dark red light, and there is a strong energy, which is like a pump from the ground. It was extracted and spread to the surroundings through this awl-like building, and was finally stored in the Tower of Death. As the accumulated energy in the tower increased, some of the energy directly spilled out, and it was generated in the friction and collision with each other. Black lightning.

Hundreds of towers of death gather terrifying energy!

The necromantic priest slowly put down his hands, his hands were as dry as branches, a face in the cloak, and a completely shriveled face, only a layer of lifeless purplish-purple skin stuck to the face bones. Blue-violet necromantic flames spouted from two eye sockets.

undoubtedly.

It is not a creature, but a Lich.

The Lich's face was completely dry and expressionless. In fact, he couldn't make any expressions. For the Lich, mood swings were very difficult. He had even forgotten the feelings of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Even for an ordinary life, two thousand years old is enough to make a person old and tired, let alone a lich without touch, smell, sight, hearing, and yuwang? He had long been unable to remember what a creature felt when he was transformed into a lich, he was doomed to lose the instinct that a creature should have.

What he is doing now is just a way of behavior that is imprinted in the depths of his soul and allows him to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. He follows this order like a machine. As for success or failure, it doesn’t matter to him. the difference.

A Lich that has lived for two thousand years has long since disappeared, and it is destined to have only one obsession.

The floating body of the Lich coincides with the moon, and an incredibly complex spell came from his mouth. The surrounding towers of death all trembled. Amid a thunderbolt-like loud noise, hundreds of towers of death erupted at the same time. Like a volcano, a force of death was injected into the sky, and finally a large black cloud was formed to cover the dome.

"My lord, the energy in this ruin is so powerful that it is inexhaustible!" A necromantic priest whispered to the lich: "We can use this power to create as many undeads as possible. After accumulating a certain amount and bombarding Greenland City in one breath, those stupid half-elves will die instantly. Greenland City will be your territory at that time, and no one can compete with us!"

"That human will come."

Lich speaks, it is not exactly speaking, because the human organs in the lich have long been useless, naturally there is no way to use vocal cord vibration to communicate. The lich uses elemental power to vibrate the air around him, thereby creating similar speech. The effect of, this requires very superb power control skills, ordinary monks may not be able to master it for decades, but for the lich whose lifespan is almost infinite, the problem that time can solve is not a problem.

His voice didn't seem to be from a creature, it was like a dry noise from mechanical friction, sharp and unpleasant, without the slightest anger.

The necromantic priest said with disdain: "It's just a human being, why bother?"

The Lich did not explain, but he knew in his heart that this human being is not simple. He has lived for two thousand years, and he still has some judgment. "All set off and intercepted the Greenfield City troops. In forty-eight hours, this ceremony will be completed. I don’t want to be interrupted."

"Yes!"

Lich is the absolute authority in the minds of necromantic priests, so no one has ever resisted or questioned the order of the lich.

At dawn, in the central grassland of Greenland City, one hundred thousand troops had already assembled.

The half-elf great elder and greenfield high priest Clark, the demon priest Dolores, the minotaur Arnold, the shaman Luz, and several native chieftains are all here.

Because of the urgency, more troops were too late to assemble, this world was not fighting in many battles. The troops in the central area of ​​the chaotic forest were dragged to the Southern Xia Kingdom. The combat power of 100,000 people was enough to destroy the entire group army of the Southern Xia Kingdom. Up.

"We're ready!"

"Please order the agent of the city lord!"

The atmosphere on the scene is very solemn, and people have realized that the outcome of this battle is not only related to one city, one place, hundreds of miles of forest will be affected, and even the life and death of all tribesmen.

Victory is not allowed!

Chu Tian walked out with eighteen silent figures.

This scene made people stunned, isn't this kid all alone? Where did these eighteen guys pop up? Although I have never seen these eighteen people, when they stood beside Chu Tian, ​​they immediately felt a strong sense of oppression like a mountain.

Divine blood Yin corpse has been tempered with divine blood for a long time, naturally it has been completely reborn!

From the skin to the bone, from the flesh to the marrow, it has been tempered and transformed. It not only possesses the defensive ability like a top defensive technique, but also has a trace of immortality like a god.

The **** corpse of God has no weaknesses anymore.

The conventional elemental power of water, fire, climate, and the thunder and lightning rays that undead monsters fear the most. Divine blood and corpses have super resistance. Even an attack that can be regarded as a fatal injury to the undead, it is difficult to kill them.

The undead aura on the **** corpse of the gods is basically washed away, and that trace of the power of the gods, if there is no power, is enough to deter ordinary creatures. This is not caused by the level of strength, but the pressure generated by the high-level life on the low-level life. , Like an elephant looking up at an ant.

True spirit double!

Probably the dual strength of True Spirit!

The eighteen **** corpses of the gods were swayed, standing like eighteen statues of gods, and the powerful people like Clark also felt a sense of danger that they had to be afraid of.

"Don't be surprised, these eighteen guys are not humans, they are nothing more than puppets I made when I was bored." Chu Tianman looked indifferently, the feeling was like using urine when the **** corpse was bored. Crude works made by Hemu: "This time the situation is urgent, I will get them over. I think it will be a little helpful."

The **** corpse of God is still a corpse after all.

It is impossible for them to produce life.

Yin corpses, especially those refined into puppets, have no vitality, no thinking ability, and even their souls are basically refined, so they can be transported as goods in a space warehouse.

"Okay, without further ado, set out now!" Chu Tian didn't explain the mess: "At dawn, the abilities of the undead creatures will be weakened to a certain extent. We send these guys back to their underworld forever!"

"good!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The people are so angry that this battle is not only very important for Greenland City, but also has great significance for Chutian. If Chu Tian can lead everyone to a beautiful victory to resolve the crisis, then their status in Greenland City will inevitably be greatly improved, and no one will gossip about being promoted to the official city owner.

"Set off!"

At dawn.

The Greenland City army set off.

Chu Tian had locked the position of the Lich, and the 100,000 army directly left Greenland City, heading towards the basin at the fastest speed. These 100,000 people are indigenous people born in the chaotic forest. Fighting in the jungle is not like opening up the battlefield to fight each other like the plains. Instead, they disassemble the troops into countless teams, shuttle through the jungle at high speed, and head to the destination.

Dolores turned her head and shouted to Chu Tian: "The dead wood forest is in front of you!"

Chu Tian nodded: "Be careful."

The dead wood forest is the forest that was first polluted by the energy of death. The entire forest has been soaked in a strong breath of death, and there are no signs of any living creatures. Hundreds of thousands of natives have died here, and it has become a living creature here. Scenic area.

The little fox screamed a few times~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Attention, there are a lot of undead creatures in front! "

Almost at the same time, warnings came from all around, followed by a low growl like a beast, and countless gargoyles descended from the sky and pounced on their prey like a predatory eagle.

"not good!"

"It's a gargoyle!"

The puppets of the Necromancy Church are extremely difficult to deal with. What's more, every gargoyle carries a necromancer on its back. When a round of gargoyles swoops down, screams from all directions in the forest, such a sudden and fierce attack Obviously caught others by surprise.

When the first round of attacks is over.

Heavy steps came from the ground again.

Five hatreds led tens of thousands of ghouls, densely distributed in the jungle, and they seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Damn!" Arnold roared: "How come so many undead! Kill me!"