Located on the border between the Grey Realm and the Blood Wasteland, the city is ruled by Marcel's army of the undead to the west and the demons of the Black Mad Lord to the east. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, the footsteps of the god of death have been wandering outside the city for many days.

Deep on the outskirts of Denklick, the land that should have been green is now only an endless gray color, and the bodies of the undead will release billowing dead air, and wherever they pass, the grass will wither, the earth will fall, and the living will retreat, and everything will be silent.

Ever since Marcel descended on the Sanctuary, the vast expanse of Old Westmar has been obscured by thick clouds and mist, and the blue sky has not been seen all day long. Although Dengrik was in a slightly better situation, after Lamarcus led the army of the undead to surround him, the thick clouds gradually extended, covering the whole of Dengrik, and the blue sky was covered by gray clouds.

However, just above a hill where you could see Dengrik, there was a large area of pitch-black ink clouds, and under the ink clouds was a thick fog, enough to be described as if you could not see your fingers. Although the wind blows in the area from time to time, it is impossible to see the fog surging except for the cold air and the ghostly sound of the wind. No matter how strong the wind is, this fog is like a heavy armor, and it sinks steadily between heaven and earth.

There have been many daring players who have broken into this world, but all of them have died mysteriously without exception, and even a few top players can't last long. In fact, if the dense fog around the hill is completely cleared, players will find a rusty knife, rusty sword, or other weapons stuck in the ground and wrapped in dead air, and similar situations will continue to the end of the line, the top of the hill, until the entire view is filled, and the entire slope of the mountain is covered by this site weapon.

Lamarcus, who was single-handedly supported by Marcel, did not bother to build his own luxurious palace, but personally led the army and traveled lightly, at this time he was sitting on the top of a hill, looking at Dengrik from afar, watching the vigorous and legendary battle from afar.

LaMarcus's change is not small, he has been in contact with the undead for a long time, he has inevitably become undead, the elastic physical skin has not disappeared, but the skin expression has gray lines flowing, and several gray lines around the pupils appear on the whites of the eyes, connected with the pupils, revealing a strange gray brilliance.

His hair was also dyed gray by the air of death, and there was no luster to speak of. The heroic armor on his body showed a strange aura, and the armor body, which was originally thick and simple and sometimes faintly filled with blood-red aura, changed greatly, and was inscribed with many incomparably complex unknown patterns by LaMarcus. Similarly, the Crown of Westmar on his head lost its luster and the sparkling gems dimmed, instead emerging from within, a sight resembling the "Eye of the Dead", a symbol of Westmar's royal power, which had been reduced to a veritable crown of the dead.

Seeing that the King of Pain, Irene suddenly broke free from the control of the Blood Stone Demon, LaMarcus's cheeks did not fluctuate in the slightest, his whole body was lifeless, and his face was full of inhuman expressions, which was very different from what he looked like when he fought with Wu Liang that day. This undead monarch has become more restrained, and his aura is deep, like an ancient pool, making it impossible to see the depths.

Therefore, a certain brother who was hiding in the shadows and watching here decided to jump out and find out.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Your Excellency Lamarcus, the Undead Sovereign, I want to negotiate a deal with you!"

The figure of an elemental mage appeared halfway up the hill, his feet on the hilt of a rusty sword, and he looked at LaMarcus with a grin.

However, LaMarcus did not answer, and responded to the rusty sword under such a high foot, only to see the gray soil around the rusty sword suddenly churn, and a dark green ethereal ghost hand stretched out from the soil, mercilessly grabbing the original high soles of the feet.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The principle is so high that he suddenly jumped into the air, his body turned into a colored cloud, and he was fixed in mid-air, and at the same time dodged the attack of this virtual ghost hand, he looked at LaMarcus who was speechless again, and said sincerely: "Dear Lord LaMarcus, I know what you want, and I also know who you want to kill, this comparison I talked to you about is actually a win-win situation!" ”

LaMarcus looked at the sudden outbreak of the king of pain, Irene once again gained the upper hand, with his superior strength to suppress a lion and a sheep, in the moment of crisis, suddenly a black light flashed away, one of Irene spider legs was cut off by a sharp dagger, she was in pain, and the terrible scream of pain resounded throughout Dengrik, and also reached LaMarcus's ears.

Suddenly, LaMarcus moved, he stretched out his solid palm, which was completely covered by iron armor, and suddenly grabbed the hilt of the long sword that had sunk into the ground beside him, more figuratively, the hilt of the long sword as thick as an elephant's leg. Instead of pulling it from the ground, he turned his wrist and let the sword "come to the surface" because it was too slender and too strong.

LaMarcus was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, but this only highlighted the difference in size between the two, and the huge blade of sword that he held in his hand and pointed diagonally into the sky was forty or fifty times larger than him, and it was not like a normal weapon that a normal human could use.

This old sword with a mottled body and an old style has a long history throughout the sanctuary. It is called the Great Ancestor, a barbarian relic, and is the first sword born in the sanctuary, which was forged by Bourkeso in the mysterious iron felt on the top of the Arret Mountains in the mysterious iron felt in the first year.

This first sword that disappeared in the long river of history, was recognized as the exclusive weapon of the barbarian berserker, but at this time, a half-undead knight who was neither human nor ghost was caught in his hand.

Hehehe, who had refined the history of the barbarians, immediately looked at the "long giant sword" with bright eyes, and could no longer look away from it, until he heard the first words that Lamarcus said, and the last words he heard before he died again.

"I'll take what I want by myself, and I don't need you to dictate it."

The former Lamarcus was a secluded ancient well, and in an instant it became a vast ocean, and when he spoke, his demeanor was sharp, and he did not take it in his eyes at all, nor did he take Raphael, Irene or even Marcel in his eyes.

His thick arm looked surprisingly small in front of the huge long sword, but it was this arm that was completely covered by iron armor, and it effortlessly moved [Gao Zu] sideways, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the "tip of the nose" of the hey hey classmate.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

He smiled bitterly and muttered, "Why have I been so unlucky lately?" ”

Before his words could fall, the blade of the Great Ancestor sword burst out with a wave of blade light, piercing through the colorful curtain of astonishing defensive power, and at the same time, sending the original so high and wonderful to the Resurrection Altar again.

"I'll definitely be back!"

Hey, hey, he said.

LaMarcus ignored this, and with a wave of his long sword, he stirred up the clouds in the sky, and slowly stood up, along with him, there were ghosts and ghosts all over the mountains, and gray-green void soul bodies of different shapes crawled out of the soil, and grabbed the rusty physical weapons with his hazy palms. They waved, stirring up a scattered wind, and they let out a silent roar into the sky, making the thick ink cloud black again for a few minutes.

LaMarcus, who had lost the light as his reliance, leapt into the void, and pointed his greatsword at Dengrik, and he said with a blank face: "Destroy it, destroy it, ravage it, and bury it, O army of the undead. ”

LaMarcus's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the hill, but it spread over the large gray territory west of the hill.

The air was suddenly cold, and the atmosphere was suddenly heavy, as if a boulder had appeared out of thin air, pressing on the hearts of the soldiers and civilians of Dengrik, so depressed that they could not breathe normally.

The ghosts and ghosts on the hill couldn't wait to move, they danced wildly with their weapons, jumped, shouted, and galloped wildly, without stirring up a trace of dust, but leaving a gray trail in the air that had not dispersed for a long time.

The thick fog that had always been frozen outside the city surged towards Dengrek with the pace of the ghosts, so that the soldiers and civilians of Dengrik who noticed this strange situation immediately knew that LaMarcus would no longer linger and that Dengrek's danger was imminent.

Is it perdition, or is it rebirth?

They had the hope of a new life, but when they saw the ghosts that suddenly emerged from the gray sky, they had to think of the moment of Dengrek's demise.

LaMarcus led an army of the undead to attack, and behind the hill, on the vast flat land, there were endless ghosts crawling out of the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there were dead and silent undead spirits, like ghosts, and it was breathtaking.

Like the undead of the Ganges sands, they leap across the ground beneath their feet and let out a silent roar into the sky.

This is the indictment of the dead from the soul realm against all living beings, and their grievances are so monstrous that they merge into a huge dead head in the air, making everyone who sees it tremble. This is a declaration of revenge for the deceased, who died with a deep sense of resentment, and decided to use their blood to kill and re-embrace the whole world.

LaMarcus pointed at Dengrek and did not move, but the hill beneath his feet moved, shook frequently, the sand and stones rolled down, and in the blink of an eye, the hill revealed its true form, a huge head to which the species belonged.

Roar......

The long sound gave people a sense of comfort, but the gushing air currents rolled up a mighty hurricane and surged towards Dengrik.

The hurricane swept through the sky and the earth, sweeping up everything in its path, and most of the inhabitants who had not yet left Dengrek collapsed to the ground, unable to imagine who would stop the hurricane from destroying Dengrik, burying their homes, and harvesting their lives.

The hurricane howled, approaching the walls of Dengrik, and at this time, a fierce wind was blowing in the sky of Dengrik, and the faint flame of hope in the hearts of the people of Dengrik was gradually extinguished.

The old man, who had been extended by Ferdilan's holy light, his withered hair fluttering in the wind, the wind slapping on his face, hastening the passage of life force, he opened his eyes, looked at the ghost in the sky, looked at the hurricane that was enough to destroy Dengrik, and asked silently in his heart.

Could it be that the end is coming?

Could it be that hope is overshadowed by despair?

The old man was so weak that he didn't see the moment of hope, and he didn't see a lonely figure suddenly appear on the wall of Dengrik, facing the ferocious hurricane, facing LaMarcus after the hurricane.

Yes!

The man roared, and the sound drowned out the howl of the hurricane, and spread throughout Dengrik, causing everyone to look at the city beneath the hurricane.

They saw a familiar figure, Westmar the New Emperor, Raphael.

"I said it! I want to defend my subjects! ”

Raphael roared to the sky, complained to Rakitic, and declared war on LaMarcus.

His sword never wavered, his body did not shake, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his posture was incomparably majestic.

This is a king who is supposed to be the lord of a generation, he chooses to abandon Rakitic's plan and choose to protect his subjects, although he knows that he cannot fight the hurricane, he still stands in front of the hurricane without fear, and sends an unyielding battle will to LaMarcus.

"Even if I die!" Raphael shouted nostalgically, "Westmar forever, Dengrik forever!" ”

His voice resonated with the shelter in that moment, and it actually spread throughout the world, reaching King's Harbor, the southernmost point of the Western Continent.

Grand Nun Letty was standing in an abandoned palace, looking at a mutilated statue and reading a sentence inscribed on the statue's pedestal.

"The shelter lives forever, and the Camhera lives on forever!"

This sentence was given to his descendants on his deathbed by Achewood, the glove prince in the real history of the sanctuary, who is the source of the royal lineage of Westmar.

A pair of gloves that Wu Liang had never taken off from Achevu's hands emerged from the hands of the broken statue, and flew over a large land, over the City of the Dead, over the Dark Mountains, over the Ranger North camp, and in an instant, into Raphael's hands.

Suddenly, the hurricane dispersed.