Nalok Island, once a pirate kingdom, is now shrouded in a faint black fog everywhere, and the original unique style on the stone walls has become a little terrifying and weird.

The pirates who were willing to gain power became Kaufman's servants, while more ordinary people were already controlled and became puppets who only obeyed orders.

The encirclement and suppression of them outside did not have any effect on the place, and ships continued to sail into the harbor, crushing many humans and orcs who were used as slaves.

Behind Nalok Island, in a hidden cave, Kaufman rubbed the Stone of the True God with his hand.

"It's been ten years, and although I've been given great power, I still haven't figured out your secret. ”

The wrinkled palm of his hand ran over the hollow in the boulder, "Is this the mark left by the gods......? Why did you leave a mark on this stone? Or ......?"

Feeling the strange power on the True God Stone, the magic in Kaufman's body increased a few points.

After a while, a message came to his mind, and Kaufman narrowed his eyes and left the cave with his hands behind his back.

On the other side of Nalok Island, there were a number of black-robed dark magicians standing in a secret room, each with a look of surprise and anticipation in their eyes.

The sound of salsa sounded, the stone door was pushed open, and Kaufman walked in with a calm face.

"How's it going?

"Dear Lord Kaufman, this is all thanks to your knowledge and magic, you see......"

A dark magician led Kaufman to a large iron cage covered with a black cloth, and the silence inside was terrifying.

The black mage suddenly ripped off the black cloth, revealing the inside of the cage.

Suddenly there was a roar, and a giant four or five meters tall stood up, looking at Kaufman with a roar, his thick arms locked by chains engraved with incantations, but the fierce aura still came to his face with the struggle.

The giant's skin was pale gray and smooth, with no hair on his body, and his facial features were close to those of a human, but he had no reason at all.

Kaufman took a few steps, and with a flick of his finger, a black light fell on the giant's body, making him instantly quiet, like a tamed pet.

"Good, good!" Kaufman couldn't help but praise.

The black mage on the side bowed his head slightly: "This is all thanks to the truth magic you taught. ”

Truth magic is Kaufman's black magic.

"Who is he?" Kaufman asked, bowing his head.

"It's a tiger man, Master Kaufman. ”

"What about humans?"

"Humans can do the same, in another chamber, and Lord, this is your masterpiece, please name them. ”

“...... Let's call it a troll. The corners of Kaufman's mouth curled slightly, "You bring the information and the troll with me." ”

......

In the harbor of Idoris, a fleet of countless warships set sail and sailed into the deep sea, heading for the island of Nalok.

This encirclement was led by the United Kingdom, and the royal families and major churches sent people to help, and even the Church of the God of Wisdom sent clergy to be responsible for the use of new gunpowder equipment.

The clear sky darkened with the time, as if to herald the hardships of this war.

Nalo Islands, the dark mages naturally knew about this joint encirclement and suppression, and the servants of the walking dead who were commanding were arranging defensive positions little by little.

Escape was impossible for them, just like the last encirclement, Master Kaufman just moved a finger, and the combined fleet collapsed at the touch of a button, so as long as Master Kaufman was there, they didn't think about being afraid.

Half a month later, the combined fleet arrived at the Nalok Islands on time, and unlike the last encirclement and suppression, this time there were many clergy accompanying them, and there were also new equipment provided by the god of wisdom, so everyone was naturally full of confidence.

"Scatter!"

The voice of the butterfly was like thunder, and it resounded in the gloomy sky.

All the ships spread out according to the predetermined plan, encircling several islands in a semicircle.

To attack the island of Nalok, they must deal with the outer annexes.

Subsequently, pitch-black iron barrels were rolled out from the decks of the ships of the fleet, and the barrels were pointed towards the positions on the island.

The atmosphere froze instantly, a bolt of lightning lit up, and the sky began to rain heavily.

The personnel of the Church of the God of Wisdom measured the distance, and the flames lit up, and the iron barrel continued to sound with a violent explosion, and the iron ball wrapped in gunpowder flew towards the position of the black magician.

A black cloud rose from Narok Island, and a thick black mist quickly enveloped the position, resisting the blast of the shells.

"Hit!"

A roar of thunder rang out, sending the cry of the butterfly all around, countless human ships were handed over to ordinary soldiers, and the rudimentary version of the cannon kept spitting out shells.

Everything is going according to plan, but Die'er suddenly has a bad premonition, but she can't tell what is wrong.

The battle lasted from noon to evening, and quite a few ships of the Combined Fleet had already begun to log in.

The opponent's defensive position did not sit still, countless curses, electric light, and inexplicable black magic were used one by one.

A large number of soldiers fell strangely on the way to the position, and their bodies began to decay rapidly, or directly turned into a cloud of blood.

Countless viper-like black mist spread out from the position, and the human warriors they came into contact with instantly became white bones scattered all over the ground.

The black fog in the sky blew a gust of wind, and the face of the warrior who rushed to the front tightened, and the whole person began to swell, the fat body broke through the armor, and the white skin was crystal clear.

Bang bang bang...... A series of violent explosions rang out, and the bodies of these warriors exploded, and the milky white liquid splashed, and anyone who touched it continued to expand.

Even with the blessing of divine magic, there are still few people who can rush to the front of the formation.

One of the soldiers led by the Church of the God of War was the bravest, and after losing more than half of them, one of the God of War bishops finally stuck his sword in the opponent's position, but was instantly knocked out by a giant tree.

Rows of trolls appeared on the battlefield, waving thick tree trunks and roaring in the sky, and behind them, countless walking dead-like slaves.

"What is this?!"

Butterfly clenched her teeth, blue light lit up between her palms, and the thunder in the sky soared, and thunder and lightning slashed towards the opponent's position.

Cold sweat flowed down Die'er's forehead, but because of the obstruction of the black mist, only a drop in the bucket of thunder fell on the opposite position, and the black mist seemed to have some restraining her magic skills.

......

Tria, the Hall of Light, Alena put down the bamboo sticks that played with the candles and looked up at the sunset outside the door.

She drew a circle with her hanging fingers, and the row of candles in front of her was extinguished, leaving only one candle flame that suddenly shone brightly.

......

On the sea, Butterfly's expression suddenly became serious, and the dark clouds over the archipelago dispersed, forming a hollow that exposed the blue sky, and endless light fell and fell on the black fog that shrouded the position.

Surrounded by thunder and clouds, pouring rain, empty blue sky and fresh wind, the brilliance was scattered, the island was full of flames and corpses, blood was flowing all over the ground, and the scene was holy and strange.

As if encountering the snow of the fiery sun, the black mist that Kaufman had summoned through the Stone of the True God quickly evaporated under the light.

When the void was gone, and the clouds reunited, Butterfly nodded in the direction of Tria, and then another thunderbolt washed the ground.

The Dark Mage suffered heavy casualties, and the warriors rushed to the position and began hand-to-hand combat.

A god of war cultist had just finished off a dark mage with a long sword, but was knocked away by a troll's stick, and suddenly the dirt on the ground arched and caught him steadily.

"Defeat magic with magic. ”

Wells, who showed his figure, gave a smile and continued to shuttle between the battlefields.

The black mist vanished, and the battle entered its most intense phase, with countless souls leaving their bodies at every moment.

All the islands were like this, blood mixed with dirt was washed into the sea by the rain, and Wells looked at the battlefield solemnly, with the soul stealing scroll, he could appreciate the dead souls on this battlefield even more.

On the other side, the Jackdaw took the lead, and Butterfly and her most elite magicians broke through the obstacles to Nalok Island, but when they came ashore, they found it empty.

"Not good!"

Butterfly let out a low cry, and she remembered that something was wrong, the duke and knight of the sea had already submitted to Kaufman, but not a single ship had come out to meet her during the whole battle.

Suddenly, the entire island of Nalok shook violently, and huge black runes lit up around the island.

On the battlefield, countless black magicians, trolls, and servants who had lost their minds suddenly fell to the ground, and the battlefield stopped fighting in an instant, and the long swords in the hands of the warriors had just been waved, but the enemy fell inexplicably.

......

Far away from Nalok Island, a fleet of ships was slowly sailing into the stormy sea, and the flagship's cabin was filled with the Stone of the True God, and Kaufman looked in the direction of Narok Island as he touched it.

"Goodbye, you flies......"

......

The area around Naroku Island darkened, and the black runes made a bigger wind blow here in an instant, and it was the countless souls of the sea who were scurrying around in some kind of trajectory.

The magicians felt the danger, but Butterfly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Inside the Jackdaw's cabin, the Soul Gathering Coffin vibrated and began to attract the souls of the dead.

But suddenly, the soul that was pulled towards the coffin of the soul gathering suddenly flew in another direction, and Butterfly looked solemnly.

Over the archipelago, Wells looked confused, flew into the sky uncontrollably, the wind stopped suddenly, and then with him as the center, a violent whirlwind blew.

The soul stealing scroll on his body exuded a freezing coldness, and the whirlwind continued to shrink, and countless revenants were sucked into it.

In Die'er's eyes, a terrifying force was brewing in the sky, and Wells's strength was increasing wildly at an impossible speed, so that he was a little uncontrollable for a while.

"Wells ......"