Thousands of ghosts descended, and a terrible strange laugh sounded on the city wall, ghosts cried wolves, and the wind was blowing.

There has been no emperor in the world for too long, let alone a battle between the two emperors.

It is rumored that the Blood Emperor established the Bloodthirsty Capital to live in seclusion after the battle with the Sword Emperor, but the rumors are just rumors after all.

The Demon Protector's entry into the Legend is to find and embark on his own path, and the subsequent Eternal Shadow Spirit's transcendent entry into the Holy Crown is nothing more than a description of how far he has come on his own path - if you talk about combat alone, it is not uncommon for the power of the martial arts to be transcendent and killed by an Eternal Shadow Spirit-level puppeteer.

But the emperor is very different.

Becoming an emperor must have come to the end of his own path, which means that the demon protector has left the world, not only can he grasp the laws of heaven and earth most thoroughly, understand the rules of the world, and even create new rules to change the world in a region in a short period of time!

And it is precisely because of this that the emperor rarely makes a move.

After all, this is a world with order and rules, the rules of the world cannot be challenged, if the world is distorted for a long time, I am afraid that it will cause the self-protection and exile of the origin of the world, and then everything, whether it is visible, visible, touchable, or demonic spirits that can only be perceived by demon masters, whether it is ice, thunder, fire, wind, gold, silver, copper, and iron, everything in the world will become enemies.

The emperor is indeed powerful, perhaps incomparably strong or invincible, but he must not be the enemy of the world.

Because being an enemy of the world means that wherever you go, whatever you do, you will face endless attacks, and you cannot resist, because it is the world that you live in that attacks you, and you cannot avoid it, because it is the omnipresent world that attacks you.

No matter how bad you are, you won't be killed, but you will be tortured to death.

What's more, there are many gods.

The gods depend on the origin of the world to exist, and if it touches the very essence of their existence, they will never stand idly by.

And perhaps because the undead are beings who violate the most essential rules of the world, "life and death", their advancement can be called as difficult as the sky.

In the Empire of the Dead, each of the Undead Archons is already an authority in their own domain, and the two Undead Emperors have gone one step further, Damon and Reliana have carved out entirely new realms, reaching certain voids that no one in the world has ever touched.

This means that they have reached a level where they can touch the root of the world at will.

Therefore, compared to other emperors, the Undead Emperor is even more intolerable in the world, and his own realm can only last for a shorter time.

This is why Reliana only smashes the kingdom of God with a wave of her palm in the Guge Plains and then does not make a move, and why the God of Wisdom responds to the call of the ants in her eyes to come to the incarnation.

At this moment, Damon's thousands of ghosts appeared, although he did not change the environment of the city wall, but when even the mid-military demon protectors were attacked by ghosts, the city wall inevitably fell into chaos.

Damon's sword is very strange, it doesn't look like a sword, it's more like someone's bones, the sword body is shining with golden light, like a starry star, the whole body is filled with a holy breath, but vaguely you can feel a bit of chaos and evil energy, at this time the sword pointed at the night sky, and the divine soldiers in the hands of thousands of ghosts ignited dazzling golden flames, and every time they waved, there were stars flashing, mercilessly burning the lives and souls of all the nearby existences.

The ghost shadow only existed for a few seconds, and it was extremely weak compared to Damon himself, so weak that Conrad could instantly wipe out the surrounding ghost with a series of arrows with just a bow and arrow in his hand.

However, for low-level demon resisters, especially those with weak intelligence and auxiliary demon masters, or priests who only know how to heal and save people......

It's a nightmare.

The golden sparks are scattered like grains of sand in the wind, and even if the demon protector dodges the blades, he cannot avoid these fine sands fluttering in the wind, and they stick to his body lightly, and a small blood hole will appear.

The tiny blood hole seemed to be fine, but for the Demon Protectors, the demon spirits in their bodies suddenly began to burn, as if they had become the fuel of the golden flames, making the flames more and more vigorous, and began to ignite their bodies and souls.

What's more, even if it's just an illusion, a ghost, and just a clone, but I don't know that the almost instinctive combat experience honed over thousands of years makes it impossible for ordinary demon hunters to resist his sword!

In just a few seconds, nearly a thousand demon protectors died like this, and many people were burned so that their legs and feet were paralyzed, and they fell down and couldn't fight again!

The ghost has created enough chaos.

For at least those few seconds, no one had the energy to pay attention to intercepting the giant wolves that were running rampant in the city, and the banshees that were hovering around them.

The lovely-looking and innocent ghosts flew like swarms of bees, and the naïve children used the Crystal Tower as their building block toy, easily tearing it down and tearing it down.

One by one, the crystal towers collapsed.

Without a powerful enough demon protector, no amount of ordinary rapid-fire arrows could hurt the two archons, and no matter how powerful the huge crystal tower was, it could not stop the giant wolf shuttling in the rain of bullets, and the wind on the giant wolf's body was a few points faster, and in the chaos of Damon's ghost, the defenders were in chaos, and the seven crystal towers collapsed.

The wind around Canel was about to meet him, but the giant wolf slowed down and jumped out of the wall.

Subsequently, countless fires rained down from the sky.

The army of the undead has arrived under the city.

In other words, they've reached the Crystal Tower's shooting corner.

On the city wall, several quite powerful intelligence demon protectors unleashed several rather huge fireballs, blowing away a large number of undead forwards, and at the same time, the moat filled with special oil was blazing, building a fire belt of death.

Even if it is an undead spirit, even if it is a strong commander, it will not be able to wade through such a sea of fire!

What to do with the undead army?

What are they going to do in the face of such a burning death?

Shortly before the stalemate ended, a horse-drawn carriage came from the west.

It stands to reason that the carriage should not be on the battlefield - it is too slow, it is not enough protection, it is difficult to guarantee not to be penetrated in the face of a rain of arrows, and it means death in the face of a cavalry siege.

Today, however, it slowly drove into the camp of the undead.

It stands to reason that even during the siege, there were still quite a few undead soldiers left in the barracks - at least the Knights of the Blood Demon were still in the barracks, but no one seemed to see the wagon.

There was no coachman in the carriage, of course not.

No coachman can ride the most bloodthirsty and crazy nightmare warhorse.

Although at this time, the four nightmares seemed to be as docile as lambs.

It stands to reason that with such a BMW-pulled carriage, the carriage should be extremely graceful and luxurious.

However, the carriage was just an ordinary wooden carriage.

Approaching the big tent of the Chinese army, there were two heavy coughing sounds in the carriage, and an old man slowly stepped out of the carriage, his eyes drooped, his body was wrapped tightly in a heavy coat, as if he was afraid of contracting the disease in this autumn cold time.

Maybe it was some inconvenience in his legs and feet, the old man's steps were very slow, it seemed that a cool breeze blew into the heavy coat, and he tightened his collar again, looking like the grandfather next door who teased the birds every day, watched the play and drank tea.

This is a very ordinary old man.

Because of this, this is a very scary old man.

Perhaps because the weather was really cold, the old man's brows gradually frowned, and he shivered, and a silver-white light flowed by.

That's the radiance of the soul.

It's hard to imagine that such an old man, who looks no different from ordinary people, is actually a soul body in his own right!

The next moment, a figure flickered, the undead emperor Damon appeared in front of the old man, the emperor's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, a group of undead soldiers guarding the barracks knelt down on one knee and saluted, Damon looked at the old man in front of him, bowed down, and said respectfully: "Teacher." ”

It was only at this moment that the sergeants found the old man as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and they didn't know how many undead were blaming themselves for their dereliction of duty, but Damon's attitude proved that the person who came was not an enemy, but a transcendent undead master, which made them feel very complicated.

The old man turned sideways and waved his hand, motioning for Damon to get up, and said, "I'm just a cloth coat now, so I don't need to be polite," and without waiting for Dameng to speak, the old man continued, "I promised to help you shoot three more times, and this time it's used here?"

"Yes, teacher," Damon continued, "Disciple Damon, please help. ”

The old man looked at him quietly and slowly straightened up.

It is unimaginable that with such a simple waist movement, the old man's originally slender body suddenly became tall and powerful, and a solemn and powerful pressure erupted, and the banners in the barracks rose without wind, and all the sergeants lowered their heads, not daring to look at the old man again.

Looking at the river of fire, the silver city, the old man is no longer the ordinary old man who is weak and afraid of the cold.

The old man had no name, he called himself "tormented soul".

The old man is not the emperor, he calls himself "a cloth cloth".

But at this moment, the old man has another name.

That title is "Emperor"!

When he needs to make a move, he's the emperor!

The old man's sunken eye sockets seemed to sink deeper and deeper, and the dark and dark eyes were quiet and profound, and suddenly they were silver and white, and they were extremely crystalline.

Then he reached out and waved it down vigorously.

The earth, thus torn.