A long, long time ago, there were twenty-six countries in the continent, and there were no demon masters under them, and the Spirit Kingdom of the Undead Empire was founded by the first Undead Emperor ten thousand years ago.

The so-called demon protector is a strong person who controls the demon soul of heaven and earth and uses it as a means of combat, and the human who can awaken the demon soul is one in a hundred, and there are even fewer demon protectors who can practice, so even if the demon protector has just embarked on the path of cultivation, he will be treated quite well in various principalities, not to mention the great demon protector above the legendary realm.

It was difficult for the people of the world to accept the establishment of the Empire of the Undead, and even more difficult to tolerate the possibility of their development and prosperity, in this case, the twenty-six countries of the world immediately formed an alliance to declare war on the Empire of the Spirits.

After more than a decade of war, the Divine Agreement was signed after the Empire of the Undead made some compromises.

Since then, the undead have established a country in the far west of the continent, and have not interacted with outsiders for many years.

There is no doubt that the war of more than ten years has proved the strength of the undead, if it is fought for a few more decades, the coalition forces may not be able to defeat the undead, and they must first beat their own economy to collapse, so in the eyes of the alliance, the west of the mainland is full of places that challenge the limits of survival, all of which are swamps, deserts, and plateaus, which can be called the forbidden area of life, and their actions are nothing more than recognizing the name of the undead empire in exchange for a large amount of rewards, which is really a profitable deal.

And the Spirit Kingdom proposed to negotiate at this time, and even took the initiative to make concessions, which was tantamount to giving a step that was enough to make the alliance regress.

As long as it is an intelligent being, even the high-level undead who hate the living still retain a fairly normal aesthetic, and no one wants their home to be a ruin or a filthy quagmire.

The immortal spirits are never short of time and labor.

So when the countries preached that the Spirit Kingdom was a barbaric and cruel pure land with a collapsed order, and the world thought that this was a hell, quietly, this place has been gradually changed.

The harsh natural environment is not invincible, and the Netherworld Imperial Capital is now full of spring all year round, and there is even a blue lake nearby, stretching all the way to the north, like a delicate sapphire, which is as beautiful as a delicate sapphire, which makes people linger.

After 10,000 years of development, there are more than one million wise undead in the imperial capital, tens of millions of living people such as warlocks, low-level undead cannot be counted at all, the city has beautiful scenery, complete infrastructure, and even has public baths and a complete sewer system, a work of art and sculpture on the main road, it is not a family heirloom that has been passed down for thousands of years in a certain kingdom, after all, the undead will not die naturally again.

It is said that the most famous iconic sculpture of the Imperial Capital, the navigator who seems to be striding forward with his finger in front of him, was picked up by a certain consul of the Spirit Kingdom after the death of an unknown kingdom.

Of course, this miraculous territory requires a lot of cost and time, and the psychic tower in the spirit country will always shine with the brilliance of the soul, like a torch that has been ignited, blooming with a miserable white light all day long.

It is said that these towers also have defensive effects, but in the past 10,000 years, their defense system has never had a chance to activate.

It is worth mentioning that at the meeting 10,000 years ago, the Emperor of the Undead said with a smile, "When my generation returned from death, it is naturally a transcendent existence, and the people of my undead empire are all transcendent", since then, the undead have no hierarchy such as "Chinese army" and "legend", instead of a simple one to seven stars.

The so-called seven stars are called the emperor in the world.

And the twelve archons of the empire, each of them are at least six-star level powerhouses.

In other words, each of them has become transcendent, even close to being crowned for a lifetime.

Unconsciously, 10,000 years have passed, and the time has been so long that only fourteen principalities and two empires remain in the twenty-six countries of the continent, and after the signing of the sacred agreement, the Empire of the Undead has never appeared in the eyes of those human countries, except for the oldest and most broken classics and records, almost no one remembers the sensation when the Undead Empire was established, and all day long, wary of the rest of the countries that are also humans, most of the principalities will no longer care too much about the self-sufficient silent lion.

In a sense, eating is the most important thing to live in the world.

After all, there are no immortals in the world who can eat and drink, even if they are transcendent, it will not be very comfortable to drink and eat for a few days, let alone those who are not yet legendary, or civilians who are not even demon masters.

Love, you say?

Please, please, love may make food more delicious, but it must not be eaten as a meal - in those years of the Great Famine, don't say that things like roses that express love are peerless beauties, and in the eyes of many men, they are probably not much different from a piece of extraordinarily delicious meat.

Even the most fundamental reason for wars between and within tribal countries is often for food.

In order to fill their own bellies, the exiles dared to attack the states and capture the cities, and fought desperately with the regular armies of various countries; in order to fill the stomachs of the people, so that they would not fight with themselves, the countries did not hesitate to tear their faces and put down their bodies to take it by force, just to get more land back.

It is precisely for this reason that although the peace agreement of the Sixteen Nations has existed for hundreds of years, the private friction has never stopped.

In the eyes of the world, the many undead of the Undead Empire do not need to eat, and their high-level eating and drinking is nothing more than enjoyment, so there is no conflict of interests between them, and naturally there is no reason to start a war.

However, is this really the case?

On a small watchtower eighty miles outside Kirkuk, the military powerhouse of the Duchy of Davenport, the dim lanterns swayed in the rain.

This is the western part of the continent, and in terms of geographical location, a piece of land bordering the Empire of the Undead.

The group prostrate in the shadowy corners, gesturing to each other, and the rain dripping on their armor.

There was no moon in the rainy night, and by the faint light, it could be seen that the eyes of the group exuded a strange light, and their hands holding swords were white and boneless.

Their movements were unusually swift and powerful, and their broad swords occasionally glowed with cold light.

The undead have always had no desires or desires, and because of this, the peace between the spirit kingdom and the living kingdom has been so long that the world has even let down its guard against them and become trading partners with them.

And this also directly led to the tragedy.

The hand raised in the air by the leader fell, and the crowd behind rushed forward, and the sound of armor crashing was drowned out in the night rain.

The squad leader of the night watch sentry is also a strong man in the commander realm, I don't know if it is some intuition or instinct, he subconsciously wanted to pull out the knife, his arm slammed hard, with a loud sound, he pulled out his hand, to be exact, it was a pair of hand bones, the skin and flesh were completely left on the handle of the knife, and the shape of the hand was still retained.

He was suddenly frightened, and the most bizarre thing was that he didn't feel the slightest pain, as if he was stupid, he looked at his white hand bones and opened his mouth to scream!

However, the others on the watchtower were still doing their own thing—those who drank were still drinking, those who played the Quint card were still playing the Quint card, and those who were secretly napping were still secretly napping, as if they were all deaf.

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears: "I'm sorry, you're dead, no one can hear the ghost's scream." “

When he heard this, he walked straight forward as if he had struck an evil spirit, and finally held the window of the watchtower with both hands, and did not make any movement.

At this moment, cold arrows were fired, assassins appeared from behind, the sentry tower sentries were quickly resolved, and those brave warriors in black armor quickly surrounded the sentry tower camp, all of which performed at the most professional combat level.

The door of the camp dormitory was slammed open, and the black-armored warriors rushed in, without any dialogue or shouting, and the long sword fell, slashing the sleeping soldiers in the barracks.

The smell of blood gradually spread.

And the captain of the night watch before, without warning, his sturdy body shrank rapidly, as if the corpse's thousand-year-old decay process was compressed in an instant, and in just a few seconds, it had turned into a pile of white bones.

The head of the watchtower was even a legend, and the spear in his hand was like a black dragon, quickly killing several black-armored warriors.

He looked around, wondering how many undead warriors were silent, surrounding him in the center of the circle.

He spat fiercely and scolded: "Undead bastards! Break the contract! Engage in sneak attacks! What kind of heroes are you! Have the ability to fight alone! A bunch of waste! A bunch of cowards! Death has taken away your anger, and also taken away your backbone and bravery, right?"

The circle parted like a tide, and a black figure slowly stepped forward, his figure and appearance were all hidden under the cloak, and he exuded a burst of dead air all over his body, and his thin fingers like dry wood held a black staff, and with every step, the grass and trees under his feet withered.

With his own body, he can communicate with the demon soul of the world, so as to affect the world, the eternal shadow spirit, there is no doubt that the legendary general's face is stiff, he knows that he will die, but ......

The alarm hasn't been sent yet, and even if it dies, it will have to be delayed enough time.

"My name is Roland, Roland Williams!" and I swore in the name of my family that I would never ...... to any intruder."

"Child," an old voice came from across from him, interrupted by the undead who had used the staff as a crutch, "this is war. ”

Without any suspense, Roland was killed in an instant, and the communication device he desperately wanted to protect was easily rewritten.

The leader of the warriors stood at the top of the watchtower, and with a single sword, he cut off the banner of the Davenport Empire and replaced it with a black flag.

Lightning flashed in the distance, revealing the lonely figure of the warrior standing on the top of the watchtower. This is the Empire's most elite undead warrior.

In the spring of 178, the Lingguo undeclared war against the other countries, shocking the mainland.

No one knows why the Empire of the Undead, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly launched a war, but every ruler, every minister, and every general can clearly imagine how powerful this long-silent empire has been in the past 10,000 years.

As a result, after countless tragic and bloody battles, the undead who returned from the western part of the continent after a thousand years finally completely broke the will of the Duchy of Davenport. The Principality paid the lives of thousands of elite demon protectors and hundreds of thousands of powerful cavalry, but it was still unable to stop the footsteps of the undead, and had to abandon all the cities near the west to defend the national capital, and at the same time ask for help from other principalities and two empires on the mainland.

In fact, Davenport is only a principality with an upper-average land area, and many of its territories are in the extremely cold north, and that bitter cold land is full of frozen monsters, so it seems that thousands of years ago, Davenport's founding was really difficult.

But this does not mean that Davenport is a weak country, on the contrary, natural disasters and beasts have made Davenport's people strong and strong, coupled with the determination of several generations of Ming monarchs in the past hundred years, the country is rich and strong, but it has the strength to compete with the two empires.

It is worth mentioning that every warrior in the Frostwolf Knights Order, which Davenport is proud of, is even a mid-army demon protector, and the collective charge of the entire legion's mid-army cavalry is absolutely unstoppable.

This time, however, their opponent is the terrifying Blood Demon Knight.

The king's general, Sabasti, met a sexy woman in a red dress.

As a result, in this battle, Davenport was defeated, losing more than 100,000 elite troops, countless generals died on the battlefield, and the king general Sabasti was seriously injured and was desperately rescued.

This largest field battle in the past thousand years naturally created the most tragic battlefield, full of stumps and broken arms, disemboweled corpses, broken internal organs and dry bones, crushed skulls, and ...... A terrible wail.

Here, there is only pain.

However, it was the frost wolf knights who fought all the battle behind the palace to stabilize the situation and not let the principality cavalry completely collapse, and for this reason, the corpses of more than 20,000 frost wolves are still waiting to rot on that grassland.

I don't know whether to say that they are strong-willed or have firm beliefs, the frost wolves chose to blow themselves up at the last moment of their lives, without exception.

Self-detonation means that there are no corpses, and without corpses they will not be resurrected by the undead legion.

It's a pity that now, of the 36,000 frost wolf knights in the once famous continent, there are only just 10,000 left.

After successive defeats, although the principality's northern and southern fronts stubbornly and desperately stopped the undead, on the main front in the west, the principality had to retreat again and again.

So the nearby countries that were waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman couldn't sit still anymore - their strength was not as good as Davenport's, and if Davenport perished, they would probably face the undead army like a big avalanche and a sharp blade, where could they sit idly by.

At this time, the establishment of the Holy Alliance and the issuance of an edict requiring all countries on the mainland to aid the West were equivalent to a shot in the arm, and at the same time, the timely support of the cathars of the various churches was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

Of course, compared with the Duchy of Davenport, the Duchy of Clay, which also borders on the undead, is in a much better situation a few days ago, not only successfully stopping the mighty army of the undead, but even faintly has a tendency to counterattack, and this situation occurs in addition to the king's personal expedition to boost morale, and more importantly, the undead army attacks it quite casually, and there are only a few transcendent saints, and they are not even crowned.

Because the Principality of Clay contains a small country in the middle, its name is Brahman.

The Vatican Kingdom is small in size and small in population, and it is not prosperous because of its underdeveloped commerce, but it is the only neutral country on the mainland that is beyond the world.

Because there are thirteen shrines, located in the Brahma Kingdom.

In other words, it is the only church state in the world.

It is precisely because of this that although the Brahma Kingdom is small, no one dares to underestimate its power.

Somebody will have something, although there is a situation where you hit it off, but most of the time, there are disagreements and disputes, so although no one knows what is going on inside the Brahman, according to the well-known truth, the means of resolving disputes are actually very poor, except for war and violence, the only way to go is to meet and deliberate, and to take a step back within the scope of allowability.

Therefore, two weeks after the conference, the Holy Alliance led by the Holy Light Church was established, and within a month, all the countries of the mainland had joined the alliance.

So, when an army of the Duchy of Davenport on the Guge Plain was desperately holding out, more than 10,000 silent warriors suddenly appeared, their silver-gray armor painted with intricate golden patterns, and the incomprehensible armor patterns shimmered with holy brilliance in the sun, and the flags in front of the queue were waving in the wind.

That's the Holy Crusade of the Church of Light.

In contrast to the gorgeous weapons and armor, they are unkempt and have a poor image, they support each other, exhausted, but they insist on desperately straightening their waists.

Because they are not Holy Crosses, the real Holy Crosses are coming without sleep.

But they used to be Holy Crusades.

They may be a departed paladin or a priest, already a merchant, an adventurer, or a mercenary, but they become the Holy Cross when they see the Holy Crusad's order to go out and judge from experience that the Crusader will not be able to arrive in a short time and the situation is precarious.

The undead legion was silent for a long time, and then quickly gathered back and left silently.

There was a deafening cheer from the principality troops.

After cooperating with the cathars to finally stop the undead legion, the reinforcements from the three kingdoms of Lopskot Eris led by the two empires of Tianluo and Shire finally arrived, and the undead legion also stopped.

Since then, the two sides have entered into a short-lived and discordant false peace.

But even the most stupid villagers can see that this peace is not destined to last.

In May of the same year, the true Holy Crusade was finally able to reach Jorsek, the capital of the Duchy of Davenport, which was already under siege on all sides, and prepared for a great war destined to go down in history.