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Taffin is a level 20 Saint-level Soul Judgment Demon, but the years of battlefield fighting have already left him scarred. If it weren't for a rusty steel suit that held his body in place, it would have been difficult for him to stand on his own for long.

What had been playing with him was a magical scepter called Deprivation. It is made with tongues sewn together. With this scepter, Taffin can transform the form of any creature into any form imaginable. Of course, the demonic imagination is also a filthy thing, so this scepter will bring the most terrifying things in life.

But at this moment, while staring at the fog of war that obscures the sky in the distance, he listened intently to Hilgai's detailed description of this army of the undead.

After all, Hilgai is a great demon who was driven out by the other party after a big battle, and he still has a certain understanding of the enemy's strength. However, his sudden excitement and the terrible description of the undead that spat out of his mouth could only be exchanged for the unanimous contempt of the demons in the account, and even Taffin reluctantly listened with a hesitant face.

"This scared waste ......," Taffin thought contemptuously, finally feeling a little relieved about this demon whose strength was second only to herself. After all, demons are violent maniacs who worship power, and no one wants to follow a cowardly person.

Out of the arrogance and arrogance of the demons, the demons present couldn't help but halve the strength of the undead in Hilgai's mouth, and based on this, they all got an impression of the enemy's strength that made them want to lead the army straight forward immediately.

High-level undead?

There are probably a hundred or so Bone Horse Knights, even if they are the powerful undead in Hilgei's mouth!

Hilgai stopped his mouth knowingly, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, his burly and strong figure actually gave people a feeling of weakness. The people present were all demon lords of the Great Demon level, and the power of the curse entangled and concussive in the depths of Hilgai's soul could be clearly perceived by a demon. Even his strength has dropped from the 20th level saint rank some time ago to the level of 19.

Even if Hilgai already had the key points in his hands, Taffin still wouldn't allow a subordinate demon to have a level of strength comparable to him for long. Therefore, with just a little bit of skill in the plane blessing, Hilgai's strength retreated to level 19 under the suppression of the power of the curse.

Hilgai's blood pupils closed slightly, hiding the sarcasm in the depths of his pupils, and by suppressing the cursed power in his soul, he silently began to communicate with the "old subordinates" he left behind.

Taffin was extremely uneasy about him. Not only did he take the opportunity of raiding his old opponent some time ago to consume some of the strength that Hilgei had in his hands, but he also took all his men captive under the pretext of keeping him by his side as an advisor. However, how did Taffin know that among the nearly 100 old troops, only the 20 strongest were the "henchmen" of Hilgei's ban, and the rest were just disguises for consumption.

It is not surprising that low-level demons dedicate their soul contracts to high-level demons, which is also a normal method for demon lords to control their subordinates. As long as Hilgai dies in this war, those demons will naturally lose their allegiance and will kneel before the plane lord Taffin again.

For such a transformation of the hallway, the demon does not have the disgust and chastity of humans.

That's why Taffin deliberately placed Hilgai's old troops in the demon castle in the rear, and became one of the Overseers. It's a pity that he knows that with the help of the soul system built by the young mage, the control of that branch has always been firmly in the hands of Hilgai, and he has never broken away from it for a moment.

Compared with Hilgai's cowardice, the rest of the demon lords in the tent were all full of fighting spirit, and they all clamored to go out and lead the charge. While patting their chests and packing tickets, they did not forget to squint at Hilgai a few times, with a contemptuous and disdainful posture.

What a time to show faith! Fellows who don't have that look don't deserve to be in this tent.

The melee at the front continues. It's just that the previous demon tortured and killed the undead cannon fodder to a cemetery vampire and beat the demon.

At the moment when the demon lords were pointing out the country in the tent, more than 6,000 low-level demons had fallen on the front line. Although this loss was not taken seriously by the demon lords, the loss of face made them angry.

The undead didn't show any formidable power, but just relied on the strange resurrection ability of a group of vampire species to grind down the demonic front army that was not sharp enough. As long as a demonic elite with considerable combat power breaks in and slaughters the weird blood mages who hide behind the vampire species and support the battlefield one by one, the undead are insignificant.

As for what was hidden under the vast fog of war, no demon lord was willing to bother to think about it, let alone compromise the elite of his subordinates to investigate, so he was tacitly ignored by everyone.

Soon, the request of seven or eight demon lords was granted by Taffin, and one by one they walked away with their chests folded and went down to gather their own personal guards.

Hilgai watched coldly. Most of these demon lords are local powerhouses, and they are not Tafen's henchmen at all, so they are all sent to the directions where the undead vampire species are most sharp, and the big demon who really belongs to Taffin's henchmen is the role of pressing the formation.

What he saw and heard was transmitted to the command center on the side of the cemetery almost without any delay. So the wheel of war began to turn irreversibly in a certain direction under the joint impetus of both sides.

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The guards directly belonging to the Demon Lord are all selected mid- and high-level demons, and if they gather together to launch a death charge, the little advantage that the undead just occupied will be turned into smoke and dust in an instant.

Therefore, when several demon troops roared into the war group under the leadership of the demon lord, a group of formed corpse witch troops also drilled out under the fog of war on the undead side.

This group of corpse witch troops is also a mixed force composed of advanced Death Control Witch Kings and Chaos Lords. They only moved a certain distance before they were in the right casting position. With the murmuring of evil prayers, the corpses that had fallen in the flesh battlefield, whether they were demons or undead, rose again under the inspiration of the summoning spell.

Just this moment, the ratio of forces on the flesh and blood battlefield was changed in an instant, from the previous 30,000 to 70,000 to the current 20,000 to 70,000. If it weren't for the fact that some of the corpses were too badly damaged, maybe the cannon fodder troops on the undead side would have expanded slightly.

Of course, this is also one of the terrible things about the undead army.

Without a strong force to break the game, once it is deadlocked, then the army of the undead will be a nightmare for all enemies. As long as the corpse witches in the undead team do not run out of mana, the undead are almost endless.

It's just that this change is not enough to scare off those high-level and high-level demons. After all, the undead produced by these "summoning of the dead" are all rudimentary guys, and they belong to the rags that can shatter seven or eight with one punch. Of course, this is only for mid- and high-level demons.

All the vampires who had rushed to kill them just now also retreated at this moment, and began to turn around to clear out the cowardly demons, horned demons, and quasai demons that were eating their appetites behind them, while the summoned newborn undead staggered and pounced on the demon lord's new force.

The "Meteor Shower", "Fire Meteor", and "Burst Fireball" sent by the demons who rushed towards with a rumbling and heavy pace simply rained a meteorite fire rain in the area with the highest concentration of undead, and almost before contact, most of the front line of the undead suffered a devastating spell blow.

After the spell rain, the front line of the undead, which was still dense and crowded just now, became full of gaps, and it was sparsely scattered. Once the low-level undead can't huddle together, when facing a terrifying demon with a strong body, it is simply a human being who is severely deficient in calcium. Just a charge, with a crackling pop, the demon forces are like super boars rushing into the tomato field, plowing the entire undead front line with osteoporotic and tendon separation.

The nearly 20,000 newborn souls of the cemetery's upper echelons who deliberately rushed forward had no room for resistance, and they became a place of broken bones and rotten flesh. There are even many barbs from the demon's body that hang on the body, becoming an accessory that is still wriggling.

Although there were also many low-level demons who were accidentally injured during the whole process, the demons were still willing to pay for this sacrifice.

The speed of losing the front barrier was too fast, which forced the vampires who were adjusting their formation behind them to come up again. However, they were not alone, nearly 300 flesh giants shook in disgust, and their bloated and fat bodies also rushed forward head-on.

The undead suffer too much in the fight against demons.

The demons' innate scale armor and thorns all over their bodies were not at all something that low-level undead could break through with their bare hands, and only an abomination not too inferior to them in size could stop their furious advance. Therefore, the low-defense vampires turned into bat forms and hung behind the abomination, waiting for the moment when the two sides came into contact. As long as the Meat Giant's Abomination can dispel the madness of the demons, they will do the rest.

A group of powerful demons between 2 and 4 meters collided with a group of meat giant abominations of more than 4 meters in the middle of the battlefield.

In the dull and dark sound of "dong dong dong", the hatred of the cemetery side clearly belongs to the weaker side.

With only a second-order biological foundation and a lack of tough hard skin, even if most of the Abominations had been wrapped around their bodies with heavy chains as a layer of defense, they still couldn't stand up to this group of mid-to-high-level demons head-on. The bloated and ugly bodies staggered back in the impact, and the front of the body was pierced and hooked with huge wounds.

Most of the wounds can even be stuffed into one person.

Such a heavy blow would also be an abomination that could withstand it without changing its face, and if it were another creature, it would have wailed and fallen to the ground.

Although the Abomination Cluster was very miserable, after all, it could be regarded as initially withstanding the cluster assault of the demon elite. The mid- and high-level demons who had lost their impact had to stop and fight with the undead in close quarters with punches and kicks.

Behind the hatred of each meat giant is a "buzzing" explosion, a noisy flapping of wings. Swarms of vampire bats flew around the sky like swarms, and when they swooped down on one target, they could almost instantly cover the body of a mid-to-high-level demon.

There were even a lot of vampire counts teleported out, and the blood-colored long sword with a faint red glow in his hand stabbed viciously at the soft underbelly of the demon.

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