The Rise of the Cemetery

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The slightest changes in the cannon fodder troops in the cemetery can be directly reflected on the enemy.

After only playing for a quarter of an hour, the beholder Klabock felt the pressure he was facing increased by more than five times. In the previous half-hour's rapid attack of the undead, it could always follow the fighting instinct to find an attack rhythm, and control the damage it received to a level that would not exceed the range of regeneration ability.

This can not only effectively wear down the enemy's strength, but also avoid the terrible situation of combat power decline due to the accumulation of body damage.

However, following some subtle changes in these undead, the pressure on Klabock suddenly began to increase inexplicably. In a short period of time, countless minor injuries accumulated on its body, and then began to transform into minor injuries that affected the battle. Even it was like this, but the two weaker beholders were already clumsy, and their bodies were also unable to move.

This couldn't help but make the beholder Klabock howl again and again, and the frequency of attacks also began to speed up along with it. Although this can effectively suppress the offensive of the undead, it inevitably affects the healing of the wounds on the body. But after overclocking for a long time, even it with its excellent regenerative ability couldn't help but feel exhausted.

Of course, what affects its fighting mood more is the steady stream of undead.

The entrance of the not-so-big karst cave in the distance has become the wellhead leading directly to the sea of ​​undead. No matter how hard they fight, an equal number of undead will flood in to fill the void. And the ground near the altar was almost filled with the corpses of this "ghoul". If it wasn't for the drow priest who was hiding inside to incinerate a batch with large-scale magic from time to time, they might have been overwhelmed by the remains of the undead.

In fact, to the present level, both warring parties have a new understanding of each other's combat power.

The cemetery side experienced the sharpness of Klein Continent's high-end combat power at the cost of more than 1,900 low-level military casualties, while the drow side experienced the horror of the sea of ​​undead with the many wounds on their bodies. Therefore, the more you know, the less willing the two sides are to continue this stalemate.

While the beholder Klabock was frequently discussing the temporary retreat with Raisel with spiritual words, the young mage also received a reminder from the leader of the Lich, Jacob.

The battle data has been collected!

"It's time to end all of this!" The young mage's pent-up anger needed to be vented. He had long wanted to inflict humane destruction on these bastards in front of him.

The cannon fodder units lost today have already exceeded his psychological bottom line. If it weren't for a few intelligent subordinates who have been persuading him that it is worth it, he could not help but launch the strongest offensive.

The changes in the battlefield are obvious.

Three of the dozen or so eye stalks of the beholder Klabock have failed to function, and they are covered with mottled purple-black blood stains, most of which belong to the enemy, but some of them are his own. Therefore, it can only keep these mutant ghouls with very fragile bodies, but with sharp claws and tongues, out of the range of their bodies with more frantic whipping and dancing. And the long-term ray attack also made it unable to make ends meet. The attack frequency dropped again and again. Now it could barely kill those fearless ghosts and resentful souls in front of him, preventing them from breaking through its defense line.

Even it is like this, the two little beholders are even more miserable. Nearly half of the eye stalks were hanging from the bottom of the body, barely protecting the body, and the body, which is usually the most tightly protected, was full of scars. One of the little beholders even had a crack visible to the naked eye in the most important main eye.

The crumbling front that was impacted shrunk again and again, from the beginning of strictly guarding the top of the altar to the top of the altar, and now huddling near the execution platform to barely support it. The short blades of the bodyguard were also stained with stinky blood.

Excessive consumption of divine arts dimmed the originally dazzling aura of divine arts on her body. The never-ending onslaught of the undead made her take time to cast spells and at the same time use long whips and short blades to eliminate those ugly guys that leaked in.

The arrogance and arrogance at the beginning of the war have been wiped out by the hour-long high-intensity battle. What she thinks most now is how to get out of this flesh and blood mill and return to the family resident with strong fortifications as soon as possible.

She could sense that not all of her family's residences had been captured, and there were still a large number of drow warriors and a small number of drow priests who were stubbornly defending the most important audience room for the drow family.

But the exit door is behind the dense crowd of undead. There are more undead cannon fodder there, assigned by the high-level undead, to enter the battlefield in an orderly manner, wander around the altar, and attack their own defense line with regular attack waves. Obviously, it's unrealistic to want to go from there.

With the excessive consumption of the divine power in Resil's body, the mysterious magic circle that had been broken and enveloped the entire city of Rasmuffel began to show its power again. The power caused by the bloody sacrifice was gradually suppressed, and the magical spells she prayed to Her Majesty the Spider Queen gradually failed to receive a response. It seems that it will not be long before the undead will cut off the connection between the drow priest and Her Majesty the Spider Queen again. channel.

"I can't hesitate any longer!" Mistress Resil's pretty face covered in blood was full of ferocity: "The divine power in my body is no longer enough to summon the divine envoy of His Majesty the Spider Queen, and if I want to rush out, I have to make another sacrifice. Festival!"

After thinking about it, Ressel's ferocious eyes slid across the huge and ugly meat ball in front of him covertly, and hurriedly shouted: "Klabock, hold on for me for another 2 minutes, I'm going to cast a large magic ball." technique!"

After saying that, he put away the snake head whip and the short blade of the body shield, first replenished the divine magic shield for himself, then knelt down devoutly, and concentrated on reciting the nasty prayer in praise of the spider queen Rose.

"Damn black skin ghost, what kind of large-scale magic is being launched at this time! It is reasonable to try to get out of it as soon as possible!" The beholder Klabock muttered full of resentment, barely boosting morale, and with a burst of crazy ray combos Finally, most of the lickers and spirits around him were cleaned up, giving himself a little room to breathe.

Sensing the violent fluctuations of divine arts behind him, Klabock couldn't help expressing a bit of contempt again, and then weakly returned to the previous state of passive defense.

The divine art shock behind him continued to strengthen.

"This doesn't seem to be quite like the offensive magic that the drow black skin said? Why does it feel like a summoning prayer ceremony? Does that black skin have enough power to support this kind of magic power up to the 9th level? ?” The long-term high-intensity battle inevitably reduced the crisis sensitivity of the beholder Klabock, but nearly 600 years of underground travel also endowed it with rich and profound knowledge, so it quickly woke up.

It's still the question just now, does this damn drow black skin still have the magical power to complete this kind of 9th-level magical summoning? No, she was already on the verge of drying up her divine power. At this moment, if she still dares to perform divine summoning, isn't she afraid of draining her blood?

With inexplicable panic, the beholder Klabock frantically scanned his surroundings.

"Damn it, this is an altar!"

Krabbock suddenly realized that from the beginning of the teleportation, it has always been within the range of this altar. If the drow black skin does not want to harm oneself and benefit others, it must look for sacrifices or creatures that can replace itself, then the only ones who can be called qualified sacrifices in front of it seem to be the spirit-bound corpse Ferren and...

Just as the furious roar of the beholder Klabock sounded, the attack of the spirit-bound corpse Ferren behind him had already arrived. Like a red-hot iron bar, the snake's head whip strengthened by divine magic broke through the protection of layers of force field walls, biting hard on Krabbock's flesh-turned body.

Crabbeck is indeed a veteran underground predator. Although he realized it for a short time, he still reluctantly blessed himself with dense force field protection, and all the eye stalks in front of him quickly recovered, and began to unconsciously diffuse to the back. .

Although it was seriously injured, its ability to resist was not lost. The other two beholders were relatively weaker, and were directly hit by the divine attack that came from behind, and fell on the altar. .

The beholder Klabock wanted to rush out alone, but the straight snake's head whip behind him held him firmly in place until the whole sacrificial prayer ceremony was over.

The murmur of the looming female sounded again, and the brilliant radiance of divine magic once again enveloped the drow altar. In the tide-like surge of divine power, the bodies of the three beholders, one big, two small, suddenly began to melt.

Klabock, who knew that his love could not be spared, hissed and screamed, and before his consciousness was completely wiped out, the crazy rays rained down on the two ugly figures standing one by one on the altar, even the main eye in the middle of the body It opened again before shattering, shooting out a ray of destruction.

The sacrifice this time is obviously better than the last one. Just from the satisfied sigh of the goddess floating out of the cluster of blue flames on the top of the altar, it can be known that His Majesty the Spider Queen is very concerned about the grade of this sacrifice and the drow believers' respect for "Allies." "'s Deadly Rebellion with great appreciation.

Therefore, when more than a dozen portals suddenly opened in midair, and teams of well-equipped high-level demons, demonized drow, spider elves, and wax melted demons rushed out of them, the young mage couldn't help sighing. One sound.

As the well-known abyssal demon god and plane lord in the bottomless abyss, Spider Queen Rose has groups of high-level demon soldiers under her command, and the Melted Wax Demon is the well-known maid of Rose. Most of the drow families often communicate not with the supreme and evil Spider Queen Rose when they perform sacrificial prayers, but with this group of weird melting wax demons.

Serving as squires of the Spider Queen, the waxmelts' true form is a 6-foot-tall, foul-smelling slime-like creature with eight powerful tentacles and a single blood-red eye embedded in its body. However, they can take one of three forms at will—a beautiful human or elven (usually drow) female, a giant black mutant spider, or a 10-foot-tall mass about 5 in diameter. A foot-wide column of gaseous clouds.

According to legend, those wax-melting demons who serve Rose, the spider queen, are more powerful, and can completely shape their own body at will, changing into any biological form they have seen. Many scholars conjectured with disdain that the reason why they have this "horrific" ability is entirely to satisfy some abnormal psychology and physiology of Spider Queen Rose.