Chapter 12: The Army of the Dead and the Fleet of Machines

Kill, plunder, leave - simple characters have already vividly recorded all the things done by the overwhelming horror of the undead, under the iron hooves of such an army without any emotion, no one can escape the fate of death, but even death cannot redeem them, the undead tyrants need their souls, they need their allegiance.

As Zhao Mian estimated, this was an effective and huge blitzkrieg, in hundreds of planes, countless undead crawled out of the grave, from the battlefield, from the abyss, they may be holding ancient weapons in their hands or they may be controlling huge ancient weapons that modern intelligent races can't imagine, so they appeared in people's eyes. The people quickly fell into a panic during the first encounter, but even though they lost a large number of men in this panic, they still began to resist bravely after a short panic - countless weapons were made from the rear, and all those who could go to the battlefield rushed to the battlefield, regardless of men, women and children, whether there was a grudge in the past or not, at this moment, in order to survive, humanity stood together. But the undead tyrant who sat high on the throne of bones didn't even take his eyes off the humans, and in his hollow skull, the flames of his ghostly burning soul crossed the endless space and stared through the vast planet at the vast fleet that was unfolding little by little.

The human resistance continues, and countless people have fallen in such a war in which they alone die. The old man with the bomb in his arms threw himself into the endless sea of fire, and the middle-aged man who was fighting wept for him; the middle-aged man who was slightly rich left himself on the position that was about to be overwhelmed by the undead in order to cover the retreat of others, and the young man in the retreat cried for him; in order to let the little young son escape, the young man watched the full cruise ship slowly sail away with tears in his eyes, turned around and threw himself into the approaching army of the undead, and the young man on the cruise ship in the distance cried for him; put the last little hope in the last sanctuary of mankind, the young man lit the oil drum and set himself on fire, and the ignorant young son cried for himThe spirits of the dead invaded the last sanctuary, the world, and there was silence.

The whole world was like a huge chessboard, slowly spreading out in front of Liszt, like all undead without minds, he looked at all this indifferently, and casually extended his power to these planes. He threw his corrupt power into awakening the ancient dead from the ground, he gave the dead endless knowledge, engraved in their minds how to use weapons and how to make them, he commanded the huge army as if waving his own arm, such an army spanning many planes, but as agile as his fingers, which has covered the bones of countless civilizations, like a sharp dagger, deeply rooted in the life of this world.

The indifferent Lord of the Undead never observed his warriors, nor did he care about the battlefields he had personally opened, and he knew that his true enemies were not those who were small mortals, even the most powerful of those ordinary humans were nothing more than a chicken and a dog in front of him, and those weak mortals could not even get close to him. He stood beside a white dwarf, countless warships with an ominous glow of blood-red floating silently in this airless place.

Maybe it was a little boring to wait, the flames revealed from his eye sockets began to dim little by little, and it didn't take much time for the flames to disappear completely from his eye sockets, as if he was asleep, this huge skeleton sat there firmly in a way that a fragile skeleton could never do, but the dark blue flames began to spread from his feet little by little, and countless blue flames devoured the light around him, turning the very tip of this huge fleet into darkness。

Then, the expansion of darkness stopped, and the light reappeared in the area, and countless blood-red rays began to beat like hearts, and a large fleet that seemed to come from the abyss began to move at this moment as if it were alive. At the bridge of the flagship, where it should have been tightly enclosed, was now nothing more than an empty platform, and in the center of that stood Liszt's throne, where countless bones were piled up, and in each eye socket there was an ominous light. The skeleton on the throne moved, the flame of his soul burning again in his eye sockets, he removed his skull from the dragging phalanges, and in the light of the light, the bones on his body reflected the brilliance of metal, and he stood up and cast his gaze into the endless universe - but there was nothing in the universe as far as he could see.

But this is not the case, if you continue to zoom out, through countless planets, over huge black holes and rubble belts, in a place where humans in this plane will not be able to peep in a lifetime, a fleet is finally long overdue. They slowly entered the slaughtering plane, and countless observers leaped towards every corner of the universe the moment they entered, and the mothership like a planet was surrounded by other huge ships. The whole fleet began to be prepared in an orderly manner after the jump, as if it had been trained countless times, and each battleship appeared where it should have appeared, and they slowly circled the nearby celestial bodies, and then accelerated in the direction of Liszt.

Liszt's upper and lower jaws clicked on each other a few times, perhaps mocking the other's sluggish movements, the flame in his eyes shook for a moment, and the two battleships beside him began to move quietly.

The magic that covered this plane began to vibrate regularly, and some kind of huge magic was condensed in this place, and the pure magic began to be tainted with rotten power, and the gray-black energy ball began to slowly take shape in the middle of the two warships—and then it was ejected.

The huge energy cannonball first floated forward in the universe little by little, but soon began to accelerate forward due to the power of the surrounding ships - but Liszt did not wait patiently for the cannonball to enter the final trajectory, he waved his hand impatiently, and the blood-red light shrouded in the gray cannonball and flashed, and the cannonball disappeared from his field of vision.

Far away, in the core area of the Star Spirit Mothership, Art's heart trembled suddenly, he realized that there were some things in this world that had just been changed, and a huge force had just been condensed, and he extended his spirit to the structure of this plane, but he found that a new spatial rift was opening in front of the mothership. He immediately activated the ship's space stabilization system, but there was no time for the system to work, and the huge energy that he had just sensed appeared from the spatial rift and hit the front of the mothership.

The gray ripples slowly bloomed, and the power of decay spread over the mothership's shield in a short time, and in just two seconds, it successfully corroded the mothership's ghostic shield into a huge hole - but the holy light that followed replaced the ghostly shield, and dispelled all the decay, enveloping the entire fleet.