The orange-yellow light did not initially form a great power, but the surrounding earth demon souls moved with the momentum of the giant stick falling to the ground, and several light and ethereal breaths began to spread, gradually accumulating as the undead they came into contact with, until they finally condensed into one.

Like layers of echoes.

The stars twinkle and then turn orange into the night sky!

With the terrifying sound of shock, countless undead were shattered and completely slept!

This impact is unabated, and it is actually tearing out a blank on the battlefield!

This result is unacceptable to many people in the Undead Army.

Leorik can't, Cluberos can't, werewolves can't, Nyx can't, and Damon ...... Naturally, it can't.

This skill must not be used a second time on the battlefield.

This kind of person must not let him set foot on the battlefield for the second time!

Leorik clenched his left arm into a fist, and the turquoise flames from the Netherworld smashed towards Reg like a heavy hammer, and the weeping blood demon in his hand rose high, slicing with a crimson glow and slashing out the semicircle of death.

Nyx flicked his claws, and Reg's body flashed with a blood-red corrosive glow, and at the same time, he let out a roar and his whole body was blood-red, and he entered a rage.

The werewolf rushed to Regg's side in an instant, and the wind swirled around him.

Cluberos sang on the werewolf's back, a little emerald glow in her hand, ready to bloom in the next second.

Scorching rockets streaked across the night sky like meteors, even in a line.

Instead of incarnating thousands of people, a ghostly figure as black as ink flashed from behind Regg, and the stars in his hands were shining brightly, like a dreamlike beauty.

No matter how fantastic it is, the sword is a tool for killing people after all.

Radiance stabbed out and stabbed into Reg's back.

I don't know how many demon resistors shot at Reg at the same time, and the demon spirits between heaven and earth roared like raging waves, only Reg was in the center of the storm, like a poor worm shipwrecked, and the giant stick in his hand was the only driftwood he could rely on in the ocean.

However, driftwood does not allow people to successfully cross the waves and return to their hometown.

Boundless, moody, the sky can be clear when it is calm, it can devour the sky when it is furious, and no matter how powerful the demon resistor is, it is vulnerable in front of it.

This is the ocean.

Humanity has not yet fully conquered the earth beneath its feet, let alone the vast oceans.

Neither the Mervern nor the Duchy of Sti nor the mighty Spirit Kingdom had cities along the coast, but for so many years, the farthest a living could have taken to the sea would not have crossed the shallow seas.

Because, beyond the shallow sea, the sea is far more irritable than expected, not only is it difficult for ships to resist the storms in the open sea, but the fog is also very easy to make people lose their course.

What's more, the vast sea is not without its own owner.

"The dragon soars in the air, the sea tribe enters the water, and people have no chance of winning. ”

The so-called sea tribe is the intelligent creatures that live underwater, they have their own unique tribes and kingdoms, and the powerful sea tribe even breeds terrifying giant beasts in the deep sea.

"The sea belongs to the sea family", this is already some kind of convention.

But there are always exceptions.

Unlike other countries, for the Duchy of Auberdeen, the sea is their home.

It's hard to say whether it's because of the proximity to the sea and the "eat by the sea" lifestyle, or the great dream of trying to sail and hunt for wealth, or the exuberant curiosity to see what is on the other side of the sea, but in any case, even though many people die in the sea every year, the Duchy of Auberdine is still full of people who dare to go to the sea.

And the most important thing to sail in the ocean, in addition to avoiding the territory of powerful magical beasts, is to find a way back to the harbor in the darkness and chaos.

Therefore, any experienced captain has a chart in his head to ensure the safety of himself and his sailors.

As the commander of the fleet of the Duchy of Auberdine, Dai Lin is undoubtedly the most experienced captain.

So he also has a nautical chart.

It can help the lost captain to return to the warm harbor.

At this moment, the demon souls surging wildly between heaven and earth are the sea of storms and thunders.

Rig, with a giant stick in his arms, was the captain of the ship, which had been shattered, and was struggling with floating planks in his arms between the pitch-black waters and the silvery white waves.

So in the next moment, he and the boat in which he was sheltering were sent back to his hometown.

The skills of several powerful undead demon protectors have been lost.

For Reg had returned to the walls, to the defenders.

The blade of the holy anchor in Dai Lin's hand danced a beautiful sword flower and slashed down at the skeleton in front of him, like a tidal wave, sweeping by, and all the skeletons in the vicinity fell.

He had been exposed to the wind and sun, and a hearty smile appeared on his dark and scarred face, "Ha, welcome back!"

This kind of result is unacceptable to the undead.

But by mistake, the low-level ghouls and abominations under the city were wiped out, and those who entered the city at this time were undoubtedly strong!

Leorik looked at the nether flames that smashed into the city wall, the flames made the walls tremble a little, the cold flames in his eyes burned fiercely, and the skull stepped under the soles of its feet like a cracked like a dry turtle shell, and jumped to its feet.

It stands to reason that skeletons have no musculature, and it is extremely difficult to walk and run, and it is a fool's dream to make jumping movements.

However, Leorik did just that.

Cluberos looked at Leorick, who was soaring into the sky like a rocket, and shook her head and smiled bitterly at Clinkz.

After all, he is the most violent warrior of the Undead Legion.

Even if he becomes an archon, he is still the most violent warrior.

Now, let him go.

Dressine had just smashed another skeleton warrior, a powerful undead who was close to transcendental, and before Dressine could kill it, it had dragged at least twenty valiant warriors with it to hell - or heaven - or ascend to heaven.

Her blood-red helmet was knocked away, and her long golden hair was scattered over her shoulders, not looking so embarrassed, but a little heroic.

The accumulation of undead is too much, and I am afraid that there are more than ten ancient shadow spirit-level powerhouses who died at her hands tonight, not to mention the legendary-level demon masters, as for the commander-level ...... At this time, this kind of thing is thrown into the battlefield like the most ordinary consumables.

Do you remember how much bread you ate?

And for human beings, a demon protector who has reached the commander level can already become a general with a good status.

If it weren't for the many demon protectors led by her to hold on to the situation, the undead legion would probably be able to rush back and forth with a single team as if they were in a no-man's land, and the city walls would have already fallen.

Theresten meticulously smashed the skeleton that had just been knocked down by herself, preventing it from gathering again to form the powerful undead warrior, her sword grip was still so steady, her steps were still so steady, but unconsciously, it seemed that she had lost that sense of fluidity.

Her sword swings were incredibly precise, but it was that sheer precision that meant she lost the ease she had at the beginning of the battle, and she had to rely on precise calculations to maintain control of the battlefield.

If you want it, you can't.

Trying to stay in control means losing control.

At this moment, the figure of Leorik appeared in front of her.

At that time, Dressine had just slashed her iron sword, cutting in half a powerful but insidious skeleton that had launched a sneak attack.

The quaint broadsword slashed a perfect semicircle, with an indescribable corrosive meaning, and slashed straight at the door of Dressine's face.

However, Theresteen has two swords.

So between the lightning and flint, Theresine's heavy sword in her left hand rose to meet her, blocking the Weeping Blood Demon Feed.

But after all, it has been fighting for a long time, and the strength is not at the peak, and the enemy is not prepared in a hurry, so the moves are not perfect.

So after all, I owe that point.

Leorik's bony feet stepped on the walls, as steady as the towering mountains of despair of the Duchy of Sko.

Theresteen stepped back, her body shaking, her feet slightly weak.

What's even more incomprehensible is that in the next moment, a ghoul suddenly burst out from Leorick's wide white bones.

It stands to reason that there is no way to hide people in the bones.

But Nyx, not your average ghoul.

Its body was as bright as bronze, not as scrawny as a normal ghoul, and not as scrawny as a normal ghoul, and it looked like a normal undead, but to a low, uncontrollable instinct, the more normal it was, the more abnormal it was.

In an instant, Nyx's figure drew countless afterimages, surrounded by deep purple light on his claws—it was a legendary artifact forged by the blood god devouring the flesh and blood of the gods in the divine war, an artifact that only the most bloodthirsty and terrifying killing maniac could control.

Armband of the Wicked King.

Restine's reaction was extremely fast, her originally shaky feet steady, and she withdrew her right hand and placed the wide iron sword horizontally, which was the hardest shield.

Bang.

The wall tile at Tresten's feet shattered into countless powders.

Seven or eight sergeants nearby vomited blood and fell, and five or six skeletons were shattered.

The terrifying waves swept away in all directions, and the dust on the ground was raised by the wind, and I don't know how many soldiers nearby were blinded.

Then Therestine ploughed a deep ditch under her feet, and like a bloody jade, it slammed into the city walls.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The nearby sergeants suddenly closed in, surrounded the fallen Dressine in the deepest part of the crowd, raised their weapons and stared at the enemy not far away, with a vigilant and fierce expression, that is, to protect her with their lives, not to let her be killed by the two undead who launched a sneak attack at the extreme sinister.

"Protect Lord Trestine!"

They shouted to cheer themselves on, even though they knew that with their strength they might not be able to delay for a moment in front of these two enemies, but they were still doing it.

Because only Lord Trestine can defeat these two powerful enemies.

Because only Lord Theresteen will be able to hold the city.

So Master Theresteen must not be killed here.

At least not before you die.

This is the simplest and most simple idea of these sergeants.

Leorik lifted the Blood Knife, and the blood-red inscription began to flicker.

Nyx licked his paws with a hideous horror expression.

Those ordinary soldiers in heavy armor and armed with spears and short knives were no different from ants in their eyes.

Just then, a warship came in through the waves.

Or should I say, it used to be a warship.

It may have been once imposing and beautiful, but now its sails are in tatters, its ropes are broken and it is swaying in all directions, its dragon-shaped bow is crooked and twisted, and its torn body seems to be scattered into a piece of wood at any moment.

However, the blue light on its body flowed, and it still broke the waves without wind, as if it was still in its heyday, moving at full speed, like a bloody demon shark that has found its prey on the sea.

The dilapidated ghost ship crashed straight into Leorick and Naix!