Used by Nitokris [Treasure of the Underworld] The things summoned are not ghosts, not ghosts living in the underworld, nor ghosts created by dead souls on the battlefield, these white translucent beings are just reflections in the mirror, mirrors, shadows, like the moon in the water, but they are fundamentally different from the simple phantoms of simple shadows, these things actually exist, but logically speaking, things that cannot appear in the main plane at all, in essence, these things are the products of the pure things such as the shadow in the mirror with magic power。 Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Such an ingenious existence is a magical technology that even the gods can't do, and in fact, only Nitokris, who has the [Treasure Book of the Underworld], can only use the [Treasure Book of the Underworld] that can reflect the mirror of the underworld, and reflect the land of the underworld and the undead in the mirror.

Not living things, because these things are not life at all

Not the undead, because these things never died

There are no emotions because they don't even have a shadow of emotions

It is also fundamentally different from the simplest shadows, because in terms of form, their bodies are not illusory, but made of magic

The shadows of these undead are just weapons that are simply waving their hands and dancing their bodies under the command of Nitokris, under the command of the [Treasure Book of the Underworld], and join the battlefield to slaughter, just weapons, no thoughts, no thinking, no emotions, and weapons that are not fundamentally different from knives and guns, but if you have to say the difference, then it is the speed of killing, the speed of killing the enemy, and it is even faster.

In the midst of such a silent slaughter, the number of Apophis warriors soon dropped to less than the number of Alexander's warriors, and the previous advantage was gone, and whether it was the weapons provided by the vampires or the armor and armor made by the druids, they were also turned into waste at this time, and they did not play any role, even if Nitokris's tricks were cracked now, and the magic was lifted and only relied on the army to fight, whether it could still achieve victory is also a question,

Seeing that Alexander's army was about to be victorious, that Apophis's army was about to be wiped out under the magic of Nitokris, and that Nitocres, a female pharaoh who had always been infamous, was about to rise in the prestige of Menes, Menes, who was still calm and unfazed in the dark, made a move.

It's not a deliberate move, nor is it deliberately aimed at Nitokris, but the magic he sings is just at the stage where it can work, and it happens at this time that the first stage of the chant is finished, maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe the great Menes gave complete insight into Nitokris's tricks and movements at the beginning, and the tricks he used were just to restrain Nitokris.

"Your straw sandals shine with gold. ”

"Thy weapon triumphs, and no more death comes. ”

"Now, above the whirlwind, you follow your prince, and now, under the leafy tree, your heart is refreshed. Reach the zenith with wings or sleep in a peaceful field. ”

The golden light, not dazzling at all, but slightly dim, appeared on Menes's body, like a god, bringing a second light to a space with only black colors.

This kind of light is the light of the sun, but it does not give people the warmth of the rising sun, nor is it as hot and dazzling as the noon sun, because it is the light of the sunset, which represents the end of the day, the light that represents the end of the day and the night, the light of the setting sun, and the light of the end of death.

And it didn't cause any damage

Nor did anyone die

This kind of light makes people feel that despair has died, and people can't suppress the light of fear that emerges from the depths of their hearts, just like a very ordinary light, just shining on everyone on the field, regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, nor between undead and creatures, they are all shrouded in this dim golden light.

"Illusions? no...... This is...... How could this be ......?"

At first, Nitokris was slightly puzzled by the sudden light, but she soon recognized what it was.

"How could it be...... How could this be......? How can Menes still be able to use this?"

As a pharaoh, as the son of the gods, Nitokris certainly recognized the magic used by Menes, recognized the light that appeared in the field, or it would be strange if she didn't recognize it, it was a spell that every pharaoh, every Egyptian, and those who believed in the gods of the Nile must have, it was a spell that would never and should not appear in the army of Apophis, recited by the pharaoh who belonged to Apophis, but because she recognized it, she couldn't believe it, it was a fact that fundamentally overturned the idea in her heart。

"Why! Why do you pull the light of the gods! You who have turned your back on the gods of Ra and taken refuge in Apophis, can you still use the gift of the gods of Ra, and can you summon the light of stretching? Menes!

"It is clear that the blood of the dark god Apophis flows through his body......"

Because the information she had received was so appalling that Nitokris was now at a loss, and for a moment she did not react to Menis's movements.

By the time she came back to her senses, remembering that she was still on the battlefield, not thinking about those things, the best time to deal with it had been missed, the situation was out of her control, and Menes's spell had reached the last sentence.

"By day, the sun will watch over you, and at night there will be rising stars. ”

As the spell ended, the black book in Menis' hand dissipated into the air, and he raised his head, a smile appeared on his solemn face, and looked at Nitokris as if to announce that victory had been held in his hand.

He did not answer Nitokris's question, and in Menes's view, he was not obliged to answer the enemy's questions on the battlefield, and moreover, he believed that pity for the loser was only crocodile tears for wasting time.

"I won. ”

silently lip syncing, but conveying the most arrogant message.

Everything he had just done, the spells he had chanted, and the magic he had prepared was just for the sake of a single blow, and he could solve everything in one blow, whether it was Nitokris who was wielding the Underworld Tome and was making a big move, or the soldiers of Alexander who were also ignorant below.

"Ahhhh

In the space where the sound should not be transmitted, there was a sudden scream

From instinct, from the heart, because of the screams of pain

Nitokris turned her gaze to where the screams had come from, only to find a rhinoceros man of the Apophis army, clad in the light of dusk, with a weapon drawn from a corpse.

This scream, like the first thunder of spring, brought about a strong storm

Countless screams, cheers, and the dull sound of weapons piercing into flesh intertwined and struck like a torrent

The only thing that didn't, there was no sound that didn't come

It was the sound of swords clashing against each other, weapons slashing against armor

Massacres, unilateral massacres, even rebellions are just futile massacres

Unlike just now, it's not just the roles of the victim and the perpetrator that have been exchanged

There are also the living, the survivors who survived the undead attack just now, and the revenge of the dead