The Rise of the Cemetery

The march of the undead army is unstoppable!

With the momentum of thousands of troops, the army of undead creatures swarmed together in black and densely set foot on this strange and heart-pounding land without any consciousness.

Nothing happened!

Just like the ordinary icy and frozen soil in the undead world, the dense army of undead walked on it without any unexpected changes. There is no undead ambush, no ghouls blocking the way, the army of undead is advancing smoothly!

Lux and Finia were flying in mid-air, already prepared to deal with all kinds of changes, but unexpectedly calm as usual. Although the two were puzzled, they couldn't order the undead army under their feet to stop and investigate slowly. They could only float in mid-air and move forward slowly with the army.

And in the gray and black torrent under the two people's undetectable feet, in some hidden corners that are not easy to detect, there are many strange zombies in ragged clothes and blue-gray bodies full of rotten pustules. Among the staggering undead army.

"Zombie Spy"

Such a thing would never happen in Klein Continent.

Even if the necromancers in Klein Continent can't command every subordinate undead like a manipulator, they still know how to mark the souls of the mid-level and high-level undead within the scope of their authority, and then drive them to control large-scale undead swarms.

But the undead army in front of me was forcibly captured by Lux, Finia and others. Most of the undead lord, the backbone of the original army, was lost in the last sacrifice, and the rest was not enough to tightly control the entire army. The army of the undead is in your hands. Without the imprint of the soul, without the direct drive of the middle and high-level undead, these low-level undead cannon fodder driven here like ducks can't recognize the enemy or us at all, so after arguing about the "zombie partners" who suddenly appeared Just accept it.

These rotten zombies dispatched by Stratholme are veterans who have experienced many battles. Their size, strength, body toughness, and soul fire strength are all far superior to ordinary zombies. It's like the leader of the skeleton zombies. Under their intentional or unintentional waving and drinking, some ignorant low-level undead involuntarily gathered around them and became their guard soldiers.

This weird change happened right under the noses of the two undead liches, but they didn't notice it for a moment. They were only surprised that the density of undead in some plots seemed to be much higher than before. Looking down from their point of view, all that can be seen are black and gray figures that are constantly wriggling forward. Except for the huge body of the Stitching Monster, which looks more eye-catching, other low-level undead almost become the background, and it is impossible to distinguish the specifics. individual.

The army of undead staggered forward on the land of bones. Although the speed was slow, there would be a day when they would reach it.

Two hours later, the mighty black and gray turbidity finally came before the deep fog of war that covered the sky and the sun.

Sensing the familiar feeling brought by the fog of war at a close distance, Lux finally confirmed the guess in his heart, turned his head and ordered: "Go and inform Lord Sazastan that this may be the territory of that Angelet, we should Handle with care!"

"Angelet? That Psionist?" Phinya thought that he would no longer experience the feeling of being frightened, but at this moment, the cross star-shaped soul fire in the sunken and deep eye sockets still couldn't help shrinking, and the words revealed even more Some kind of fear.

The astonishing move that the Undead Council planned to succeed in one fell swoop for a century was, to be honest, ruined by such an elusive psion. If he hadn't shocked the inside story and led troops to raid the capital of the undead, I am afraid that the gate of face would not be destroyed so easily.

Seriously speaking, the one who ranks first on the list of deadly enemies of the Undead Council is this hateful guy who acts recklessly. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't be found, the legendary old monsters who were hiding in the capital of the undead would have come out to exercise their hands and feet long ago.

Although Finia knew for a long time that psions had probed their tentacles into this undead world, but in the follow-up large-scale investigation, they did not find any clues. Although the undead forces in front of him were also extremely suspicious, Finia still didn't think of that psion.

However, today, Lux-sama's resolute assertion made Phoenix's heart agitated, and he felt a sudden realization.

Lord Lux ​​had contacted one of the Psionist's subordinate strongholds in the Principality of Novus, so he should have a certain understanding of it, could it be...

"Tell Mr. Sazastan that we are most likely to face a heavily guarded undead capital, let him prepare early!" Sure enough, Lux's next words were even more shocking, making Finia feel heavy.

"Yes, I'm going to report to your lord!"

Finia bowed to accept the order, raised his head and swept away the strange fog that covered his entire field of vision, then turned around and flew towards the rear of the undead army.

The fog of war covered the sky and the sun, and when viewed from a distance, the line of sight could not penetrate it at all, so it was impossible to know everything inside. But just from the strange "ho ho" sound like a stormy sea, one can know that the inside must also be full of zombies.

The cemetery army began to rush out of the mist.

The two undead armies belonging to different sides kept getting closer and closer, and the zombie skeleton ghoul at the front began to threaten the opponent with its teeth and claws, and it kept making meaningless "ho ho" screams from its mouth.

Soon, the two sides collided and became entangled.

The two sides are undead creatures of the same species and genus, and some methods such as corpse poison and filth are useless, so the two sides strangle together, and the competition is the quality of the individual and the thickness of the whole. It's like two steel-hard blue-gray reefs constantly colliding and colliding... Each collision will peel off some debris from them, and then be crushed into powder in the next collision.

The front ends of the two reefs may be constantly wearing away, but the subsequent injection of a huge corps makes the reef grow stronger and swell, gradually developing into the continuous collision of two moving continents.

These forests composed of pieces of zombies, skeletons and ghouls are not afraid of life and death at all. Driven by the high-ranking undead at the rear, they crowded forward in a daze, trying hard to carve a bloody path from the tough and dense jungle on the opposite side. . The two sides met at the edge of the fog of war and fought here, which soon turned this place into a chaotic quagmire that continued to extend to both ends.

Every moment, a dozen or even hundreds of undead fell down, turning into a bloody sauce under the trample of countless big feet of the latecomers. The smelly and rotten black blood flowed across the battlefield, gradually converging into an ever-growing stream. The blood energy continued to transpire, and even the eternal leaden gray dark clouds in the sky were infected with blood red, and the reflected half of the sky exuded a palpitating red light.

Originally, in this kind of undead war, it was normal to fight casually for ten days and a half months. The current level of progress is not even a prelude to the start of the war. Perhaps it can only be regarded as a small warm-up before the start of the war.

According to the usual practice, before the low-level undead creatures on the front line consume hundreds of thousands, those large-scale mid-level and high-level undead will never set foot on the battlefield. But Lux, who had dark clouds in his heart, was not in the mood to wait for a few days, so as soon as the battle situation became anxious, the soul fire in his eyes jumped again and again, and he sent orders to those undead lords.

Driven by his order, those mid-level and high-level undead gathered at the back of the battle formation finally reluctantly squeezed through the corpses and walked slowly towards the stalemate front line of the war.

This is a group of tall black warriors. They were covered with thick bronze armor, or big swords, or hammers, or flails. They walked among the low zombie skeletons, and the low-level undead they encountered hurriedly avoided. The guys who didn't wink all turned to dust in their angry roars.

Walking on the left side of the team is a group of stitch monsters that look like meat mountains. The centipede-like stitches on the huge body can be clearly seen, and there are messy fleshy protrusions on the disastrous skin, which looks like a half-digested zombie torso. There are also countless terrifying human faces wriggling like maggots on its huge belly, as if trying to break free from it. Such suture monsters that were forcibly transformed against life forms are enemies of life. Even if they are undead creatures, other guys are unwilling to get too close to them.

Walking on the right side of the team is a group of tall and burly elite skeleton knights, the leader of which has advanced to a terrifying knight. Although the number of the team was not too large, the huge horseshoes stepped on the bone ground and walked slowly. The terrifying momentum of the coagulation was far from being able to resist by ordinary undead.

Following the team was a group of taller skeleton monsters. Strangely shaped bodies, huge and thick bone spurs, whether in human or animal form, all the way forward, the rattling sound of bones rubbing against each other never stopped. One of the tallest and most majestic skeletal monsters in the team has reached a height of nearly 7 meters, and its bones are also overflowing with a distinctive copper color, as if it is mixed with excessive metal components. Shock.

This guy is a holy servant made by the legendary Lich Sazastan himself, and his real combat power is astonishing. For any team to fight against it, not to mention how to find its fatal flaws among the group of metal skeletons, it may not be easy to gain a firm foothold beside it.

There are as many as six similar holy-order undead servants Szastan, but only two are brought into the undead world. One is the holy-ranked skeleton monster Mok in front of him, and the other is Roland, a holy-ranked shadow assassin who lurks in the shadows behind Sazastan all day long.

Moreover, as a level 22 legendary lich, Sazastan is known as the Pale Lord, and he holds two terrifying legendary equipment in his hands, the Death Moon Magic Orb and the Seakoziel Seat. Ordinary legendary mages simply don't have the strength to contend with him head-on.

Therefore, with Sazastan's strength, as long as he doesn't provoke those undead kings in the undead world, he can run wild, and single-handedly can conquer half of the country.

It can't be said that whether the enemy's territory can be successfully bulldozed this time depends entirely on the personal strength of the pale lord. The huge undead army under his feet can at most act as a stepping stone. Lux couldn't help itching his teeth with hatred when he thought of the losses he had suffered from the faction that this psion belonged to over the past year or so.

It's time to settle accounts with them!