"Grand Elder Klein?!" After the bone armor on the other party's face collapsed, even if there was a little guess in his heart, Sean couldn't help but be surprised.

The other party is not the former ruler of the Crane tribe, who is the Grand Elder of Crane?

I didn't expect this guy to be undead and hidden in the army of souls.

When Sean screamed, Grand Elder Crane obviously sensed it, and his gaze shifted to it, and there was hatred in it that could not be concealed.

Obviously, this was the enemy's eyes, and he recognized the thundering golden eagle hovering in the air......

Wait a minute!

This guy is still sane, isn't Grand Elder Klein's soul consciousness extracted by that god of death?

Sean manipulated the Thunder Golden Eagle to lower the height and see more realistically.

That's right, the other party's face is the same as that of Grand Elder Crane, but it has become several models larger, just like the Hulk, no, it should be the same as the black giant.

His eyes flashed with a spirit that ordinary undead soldiers did not have, and it was the light of wisdom.

Obviously, for some unknown reason, the God of Death retained the soul consciousness of Grand Elder Klein, and it is very likely that he set up a spokesperson to help him control the undead army, and even command the undead army on his behalf.

An army of the undead, commanded with wisdom and without wisdom, are two very different things.

But the problem is that Grand Elder Klein has been inconspicuous from beginning to end, and the undead army seems to be completely in an instinctive action, not at all like there is an intelligent life command.

Whenever there had been a slight sign of command, the artillery bombardment of the 1st Artillery Corps would not have gone so smoothly.

Could it be that Grand Elder Crane didn't have consciousness before, but suddenly awakened because of the influx of a large amount of death spell energy?

Or was Grand Elder Klein conscious all along, and that he did it all on purpose?

If it's the former, that's fine, and if it's the latter, things get more interesting.

The reason why Sean had such a guess was because in the early stage of the black mist condensation, it was not surging into the body of the Great Elder Crane, but condensed in the air, preparing to flee directly in the direction of the Danube River regardless of everything.

Due to the repeated shelling of the Eternal Night Army Leader, it kept dispersing it, so that it could not be condensed into a ball, giving Grand Elder Crane the opportunity to keep absorbing death spell energy into his body, and after he absorbed enough spell energy, the whole group of spell energy gathered on his side.

Sean had been manipulating the Thunder Golden Eagle to observe from high altitudes, and these anomalies had not been noticed before, but now that he thought about it, all of them appeared.

What does this mean?

This means that Archelder Klein is competing for energy with the gods he believes in.

As for the reason, it is not difficult to guess, a similar situation had already occurred when the Eternal Night Warlord inflicted a series of attacks on the God of Death, and the soul consciousness in its body tried to rebel.

The original owners of these soul consciousness may have been devout disciples of the god of death during their lifetime, but it does not mean that they are still after death, especially after feeling that life after death is not as good as imagined, the anger and resentment in their hearts can be imagined.

How pious it was then, how angry it is now.

Especially the original leader of the Crane tribe, Grand Elder Crane, was afraid that the remorse would be even stronger.

Although Sean has not had direct contact with Grand Elder Crane, judging from the behavior pattern shown by the other party, the other party is an out-and-out lover who will do anything for the crocodile people.

From the perspective of the Eternal Night Lord, he made the wrong choice.

But from the crocodile's point of view, the choice he made was not necessarily wrong.

After all, the Eternal Night Leader's intentions against the crocodile clan have been obvious from the beginning, and to Grand Elder Crane, they are a group of malicious invaders, and making extreme reactions is also a manifestation of love for the clan.

How could a person who loves the entire race so much watch his own people be turned into a group of puppet monsters who are not human, ghosts, and can't even retain their self-consciousness?

Unless you are crazy, no one can accept the god of death, the crazy idea of turning the human world into a dead realm.

In the past, it was just that Grand Elder Crane was suppressed by the God of Death, and when there was an opportunity, he would naturally rise up and resist.

If this is the case, it is not necessary for Grand Elder Crane to take the initiative to manipulate the undead soldiers to die under the guns of the Eternal Night Army Leader, and it is better to return to the true death of silence than to be manipulated like a puppet toy in front of him.

Swap body disposal, Sean will definitely make such a choice.

But this is only Sean's personal speculation after all, whether this is the case or not, and it is up to the parties to ask.

However, looking at the posture of the Great Elder Crane, he was only afraid that he was also in the object of the other party's resentment, and he would definitely not have in-depth communication or cooperation with himself in this regard, or according to the plan, it would be most cost-effective to constantly weaken the spell.

As long as there is not enough magic energy, it doesn't matter whether it is the God of Death attached to the dragon skeleton battleship, or the Great Elder Crane who is absorbing the black mist, strengthening his body, and transforming into a giant, he will have to take a break.

There was no need for Sean to remind him that Commander Demps had ordered the First Artillery Corps to turn all the guns in a direction and launch a concentrated artillery attack on the Grand Elder Crane, who was in a state of mutation.

The cannonballs rained down with a scream, and the violent explosions came one after another, instantly drowning the figure of the Great Elder Crane.

Like a funnel, the black mist surging downward suddenly stagnated, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and then changed to the previous way of condensing in a spherical direction again.

"Stop the shelling!" commanded Captain Demps in a loud voice.

Whether it was the artillery of the First Corps or the soldiers of the Third Army, they all craned their necks and looked in the direction where Grand Elder Crane had been before, wanting to see if this monster was alive or dead.

The weirdness of this guy has completely shattered their cognition.

Thanks to Ji Yanming, the leader of the Eternal Night Army, their research in magic has advanced by leaps and bounds over the years, and they have fully understood and felt the magic of magic energy, and their ability to withstand it is far above that of ordinary people, otherwise just this strange situation shown by the other party would make them collapse and flee.

At this time, the shortcomings of black powder were exposed, and a large amount of black smoke produced during the shelling enveloped most of the battlefield, especially in the place where the shelling had just begun, the black smoke was even thicker, and it was accompanied by raging fire.

Not to mention the Third Army, whose eyes were obscured by the continuous seismic zone, even if it was the First Artillery Corps, which was based on a small high ground, would not be able to observe the life or death of the shelled targets for a while.

Just when everyone was looking forward to it, where Great Elder Crane was just now, a strong wind was blowing, not only most of the black smoke was blown away, but also the flames were three feet higher out of thin air, which was also helping to drive away the black smoke.

In this case, of course, it was not God's kind help, but Sean, the lord of the Eternal Night Army Lord, who was manipulating the Thunder Golden Eagle to cast a spell to disperse the black smoke.

Soon the situation in the field was revealed again, and the situation in the field made everyone gasp.

Dozens of mortar shells smashed into a space of tens of meters at the same time, and the lethality formed was not incomprehensible.

The place where Grand Elder Crane had stood before had been blasted out of a crater several meters deep.

In this case, Grand Elder Crane did not even die.

But the appearance is not much better, it is no longer as simple as blurred flesh and blood, but basically not humanoid, like a large black lump of flesh.

Not to mention ordinary people, even if they are replaced by champion knights who are known for their strong physical recovery ability, in this case, they are certain to die, including those undead soldiers who have an undead body similar to their bodies.

But Grand Elder Crane obviously couldn't measure it with common sense, especially if he had absorbed a large amount of death spell energy.

In the crunching sound of teeth-aching bones, the big black flesh mass that no longer had a human form, like a piece of plasticine, was rising little by little under the kneading of an invisible hand, first the head, then the hands, the feet, and the bulging muscles......

The head that came out of the black meat mass was twisted to an incredible angle, looking at the high ground where the First Artillery Corps was located, and the anger contained in his eyes was clearly felt by Commander Demps behind his glasses even from a distance of thousands of meters.

"Could that monster be coming at us?" Master Baker, who was next to Captain Demps, also put down the glasses in his hand and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

I couldn't help but groan in my heart, what kind of monster are they facing?

The guy in front of him ran all over the world with a hundred-ton warship, on ice and land, and the ice layer of nearly a meter thick was frozen in front of him, just like tofu, and he could cut it as he wanted, so that these upright craftsmen once thought that the freezing effect made by the freezing bomb was worse than that of ordinary ice.

When I crossed the Darren River, I went to take a look, and it turned out that the extremely sharp sapper shovel was knocked on it, just like knocking steel, and there were not many crumbs that collapsed.

The ice that was infused with a large amount of magic energy in it was far harder than the ice formed at minus twenty or thirty degrees.

It's not that their artillery is too powerful, or the power of their elevated or special shells is too weak, it's that the enemy they're facing is too wicked.

The god of death was so terrifying, they recognized it, after all, it was an ancient existence that had been buried in the ground for an unknown number of years, had been planning for an unknown number of years, and had the courage to proclaim himself a god, and it was not too strange to have this kind of great terror beyond ordinary people.

But a Crocodile-turned-undead soldier has also become so powerful and so unbelievable, it makes them accept incompetence a little, is this world still the world they know?

Captain Demps did not answer Master Baker directly, but said with a gloomy face: "Someone, take His Excellency Master Master off the battlefield." ”

"What are you doing?" I'm just asking, and I'm not afraid......" Master Baker misunderstood something at first, and then suddenly understood that Captain Demps was answering his question with practical actions.

Not only is it possible for the other side to storm the artillery positions of the 1st Artillery Corps, but Commander Demps is not yet confident that he will be able to withstand it.

Having said that, in the face of such a terrifying enemy who did not kill most of the artillery regiment in a single round of fire, no matter who it was replaced, there was no bottom in his heart.

Master Baker, who had an understanding in his heart, stopped struggling, and hurriedly left, escorted by two soldiers.

It's not that he is afraid of death, but he knows very well that if he continues to stay here, not only will he not help, but in the event of a conflict, he will become a burden, and the soldiers of the First Artillery Corps will definitely protect him at all costs.

As a scientific researcher, he should have the consciousness of being a scientific researcher, and his role in the scientific research room and factory is far higher than that on the battlefield.

Before leaving, Master Baker solemnly promised to Captain Demps: "When I return to the Firearms Bureau, I will definitely study more powerful shells, and strive to face this kind of enemy again next time, and not be so passive." ”

"I believe in you. "Master Demps has no doubts about Baker's abilities.

Before Master Baker could go far, Captain Demps issued a new order, "Gather artillery and fire, release!"

Dozens of mortar shells broke through the air again and smashed into the black flesh mass that was in a state of recovery.

Grand Elder Klein obviously knew the power of this attack this time, where would he dare to resist another round, his current ability was demonic, and it was completely supported by consuming a large amount of death spell energy.

The energy of this death spell is not endless.

Roar!

Grand Elder Crane let out a roar that was not much weaker than the artillery strike, and the black flesh ball suddenly bounced up, jumping out more than ten meters.

Boom! Boom!

The second wave of shelling of the 2nd Artillery Regiment arrived only at this time.

There was another loud bang, and the flames rushed violently, the smoke billowed out, and the earth and rocks flew wildly.

Grand Elder Crane, who had already seen his human form again, was able to break away from the very center of the explosion with the help of the impact of the explosion.

Roar!

The crippled Grand Elder Crane once again let out a roar that looked up to the sky, and the black mist that was about to condense into a cloud in mid-air was once again attracted by him and rushed towards him.

This time he did not stay stupidly where he was, but rushed towards the artillery position of the 1st Artillery Corps, although the speed was not particularly fast, but the chance of hitting him with artillery was very small.

And there were countless black mist behind him, so even if he was single-handed, the momentum was very terrifying, and even the First Artillery Corps, which was the elite of the elite of the Eternal Night Army, there was a commotion, and many soldiers couldn't help but slow down their work, and some even stood up.

The strict military discipline and responsibility of the Eternal Night Army Leader suppressed their own fears, and they did not let them run away.

The Soldiers of the Eternal Night are also human, so they naturally have fear.

Especially when faced with an inhuman enemy like Grand Elder Crane.

When he bombarded the God of Death before, the degree of evil he showed was far higher than that of Grand Elder Crane, but his ability was mainly in escaping, and relying on warships, the chance of being able to directly threaten them was very small.

This time it was different, Grand Elder Crane could directly rush into their position and wreak havoc.

Although there is only one person, can this kind of undead monster that can't be killed no matter how you kill it be treated as a person?

"No chaos, covered shelling!" said Commander Demps in a loud voice as he gave a new order, "Escort battalion, assemble me in a defensive formation." ”

A group of soldiers of the eternal night armed with sabers, towers and shields, poured out from behind those artillerymen, although the number was not much, but the quality was one by one, and the lowest was a knight with combat skills.

The existence of soldiers who break through the limits of the champion knight and the grand knight makes it impossible for the artillerymen to easily place orders, and once they are treated in a targeted manner, they can stop cooking.

In particular, the First Artillery Corps and the Second Artillery Corps, which are relatively extreme independent artillery corps, naturally need to be equipped with specialized melee defense forces.

In order to cope with the situation in front of them.

"All the great knights, follow me!" Field Marshal Erikson, who was not far away, also reacted, and rushed towards the artillery position with a loud command.

The backbone of the Third Army responded to the call of its own supreme commander and rushed out of the formation.

The shelling of the 1st Artillery Corps never stopped, but the damage caused by it became smaller and smaller.