"Fusion! Damn it, give me strength!"

The Demon King roared angrily, like a grizzly bear that had been entangled by wasps, frantically sweeping away all the enemies around him with the purest, unskillless and terrifying power. Everyone could see that this was just an ordinary person who had gained power, and it could never be a war lord, he had a body with blades and hammers, a body that could not be harmed by artillery fire and magic, and a terrifying brute force like the world, but nothing more.

I don't know why, as more and more Sigma soldiers are killed and wounded, the power of the Demon King's body, which has already completed perfect manipulation, will be more and more obviously reduced.

The blazing demonic fire slowly dissipated, turning from a monstrous fire to a layer of fire mist that was merely clinging to the body.

- Damn! ——

Liu Xinming's soul had already begun to feel the hidden in this body, the remaining souls of the former prince of the Sigmar Empire were becoming more and more obviously resistant, and he was about to hear the roar from the soul origin, from eight hundred years ago.

[This is- this is my soldier?!] 】

The voice that sounded directly in the depths of the soul was such a familiar and unfamiliar voice.

It's like the sound of ourselves that we hear every day, and it really rings in our brains when we are silent, which is still a strange feeling, even in this war-torn battlefield.

But only Liu Xinming clearly knew the owner of this voice.

"Prince—Your Highness?"

That's right, it's hard to imagine that in the face of the slaughter of his former warriors with his own hands, half of the remnants of this ancient soul have awakened and awakened to the true [self-consciousness].

[Who are you?] 】

Pain, the pain that originated from the soul began to torment Liu Xinming, and the prince's awakened consciousness began to try to gain the right to manipulate the body.

"Prince!" His hands pounded the ground hard, and the Demon King's body fell to his knees in pain, and both knees slammed into the desert.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it doesn't matter if you need to manipulate your body, we need to kill all these guys in front of us!"

The soldiers began to gather around, and they also found that this terrible warrior, who had always been as if he was not human, had become weakened by pain for reasons they did not understand, which in the cruel battlefield meant death.

Silence –

The silence of death suddenly returned to the depths of the soul, but it can be known that the original owner of this body is frantically snatching the right to manipulate the body, and the remnant soul of the prince, who has been dealing with demons all year round, seems to think that Liu Xinming's soul is some kind of demonic conspiracy.

The pain that almost tore the soul apart made this tall figure completely lose its control, and the vast crowd gradually surrounded it.

They couldn't kill this powerful body with their own weapons, but they could trap him completely, which was not a difficult task for the last heir of the Todd Bollinger family, the Ice Elemental Manipulator Goloni Todd Ringer, who had dozens of mage troops with more than ten rings.

"Max!"

The first thing that notices that something is wrong is Paladin Anderson, who fights alone, resists the hollowness and powerlessness of firing life force condensation bullets with all his might, and fights to kill the enemy in the crowd.

The two-handed swords split into twelve in an instant, flashing with sacred flames, and threw them with all their might, the light exploded in the crowd, clearing a large area of heavily armored warriors and opening the way for the priest to the demon king's side.

"What's going on?!"

A dark green flame burned the entire road, and Jack fought bloodily, rushed out of the crowd, and came to the side of the fallen demon king.

"I-I'm fine!"

Enduring the severe pain, Liu Xinming reluctantly regained the control of the voice, but he still knelt on the ground, and the snatching battle of the body continued silently.

"Help me, buy a little time, I'm trying!"

With all his might, the Demon King maintained his consciousness and finished speaking, and then lost control again. Tearing apart his soul, he still tries to communicate with the prince, who is angry that his body has been invaded against his own soldiers, which he cannot accept. Although all he could receive was the silence of his soul, as if the voice had never been there.

Two powerful warriors, trying to resist the enemy who came up like a tide, like a reef against the waves crashing on the sea, extremely hard, but I don't know how long they can hold out in front of the tireless sea.

The battle is fought in two planes, and only perseverance and tenacity may lead to the final victory, and every warrior firmly believes in it.

Nagash stood in the sky, his giant magic staff flashing with a terrifying black light that no one had ever seen before, and his lover's body was destroyed and unconscious, causing the ancestor of the necromancer to be angry that could not be contained until he or his enemies were all destroyed.

Hundreds of thousands of necromancers were summoned directly to the battlefield, instantly entangled the heavily armored legions protecting the archers, and the archers who had received the order to shoot at the city were pulled down and eaten by the rotting corpses before they even had time to change their short bows to defend themselves.

"All, melee evasion, retreat!"

As a powerful Gentile warrior, Yi's bow and arrows continued to shoot meteor-like arrows, knocking down the giant puffy walking corpses and four-armed abomination that threatened his soldiers the most in the rolling army of corpses, and at the same time gave the order to lead the archers to retreat.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I'll lead the cavalry to disperse them!"

Watching the soldiers being brutally slaughtered, Marshal Fabius Bair, who was too honest and loved soldiers, rode his horse and rushed to the front to watch the battle, unmoved by the Sigmar Emperor.

"Hmm-"

St. Giles stared at the gates, hesitating, thinking about something.

- Where is the man?

For the first time, St. Giles hesitated about his reckless attack, and the two marshals and the elite cavalry regiment he had left behind to fight against his naturally excellent brother had brought in, and he even suspected that Siegfried was always in the city, waiting for him to play all his cards before defeating himself completely.

He was so suspicious and afraid of failure that he even tied his hands and feet, and ignored a terrible thing.

"Without Max, Weiznan would have disappeared after opening the magic barrier, could it be that he was injured by a heavy cannon? - Wait, heavy artillery? ”

Muttering to himself, St. Giles finally found out what was wrong.

"Sigismund!"

He jerked his head back at Field Marshal Sigismund, who was drowsy on top of the chariot.

"Hurry up with two teams of heavy cavalry, drive directly to the rear artillery position, and set off immediately!!"

St. Giles was so shocked and frightened that he seemed to recall that terrible experience countless years ago.

In order to prevent accidents, he deliberately left the soldiers of two legions for the artillery and mage troops to defend, but he obviously underestimated his brother again, he was able to kill the terrifying existence of the demon prince among thousands of demons, and with the small strength of a mere mortal soldier, no matter how many there were, he could not stop him.