If you look down from the sky, you will find that in the chaotic streets of the city of Ontare, all kinds of dark creatures are rushing forward like a tide. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info leads the pack with a variety of heavy beasts that weigh impressively and have heavy, powerful steps.

The ones that followed were divided into two parts, one of which was a team of beasts composed of heavy monsters, and the Night Mages, Night Knights, and so on who followed them. Although their individual strength is not as good as those demonic beasts, they have some skills to control beasts. Most of the demonic beasts marching next to them were raised from childhood, so they would not be as difficult to manage as those demonic beasts in the demonic forest.

Behind them are the legions of necromancy, and armies of skeletons wearing simple armor. The Necronomicon Legion moves slowly, with a few tall ghouls and ogres at their heads, and its terrifying appearance will strike fear into many neutral races, but their greatest skill is not to be intimidating.

Although they have no armor, the bodies of these guys who have been tempered in the abyss of hell for many years are abnormally strong, and even if they are pierced, they will not lose their combat effectiveness. Moreover, these horrible creatures who move relatively slowly are incredibly strong and love to eat meat. Once caught by them, they will only be eaten up.

Skeletons are the opposite of necromancy. Their skeletons are light and fragile, and they "click" when they walk. If the wind was a little stronger, the guys wouldn't even be able to move forward. The fragile body, though protected by tattered leather or rattan armor, doesn't actually make much difference. If you encounter an enemy with unusually strong armor, the skeleton soldier slashes down with a single sword, and the enemy is unharmed, but he may have his arm broken.

The little demons are constantly roaming the Night Legion. They are small in size, light in body, and good at sneak attacks. Several little demons besiege one person, and in a few seconds, they can bite off the muscles and bones of the person's body.

And above the Night Legion, there are some evil spirits that are completely disembodied. Usually they are silent, only announcing their existence with a faint light. However, once the enemy is killed or wounded, and the brain is not destroyed, these evil spirits can immediately go up and take away, which is also a force to be reckoned with.

The destructive power of such a three-dimensional army can be imagined. Most of the buildings were scorched and rubble along the way, killing and wounding people and animals, worthy of the title of Night Race.

"Hell. Officer, why did such a large team break in, and our information was blank? Posador almost snarled as he looked at the kobold staff officer next to him, his eyes glowing a thick blood-red.

The kobold was so frightened that he stood there and bowed his head and said nothing. He couldn't figure out why the intelligence officer hadn't reported the matter in advance.

In fact, the team appeared completely out of nowhere near the city of Ontario. In the two years without the war between the Light Race and the Night Race, in order to consume the extra energy of the Night Legion, the Chaos Lord stationed near the city of Ontario secretly made several passages to the underground abyss, and the camouflage on them was very detailed, and it was difficult for non-legend or above masters of the Light Race to find the entrance to these passages.

Whether it was the sudden disappearance of the Night Legion near Ontari last time, or the sudden appearance this time, it was a rapid transportation with the help of these passages. No matter how detailed General Posado's intelligence network is, it will be too late to find out about this matter.

Posador's beautiful beard trembled slightly, first looked at the demonic beasts that had emerged from not far away, and then looked at the kobold staff officer beside him with a depressed expression, and suddenly became angry, pulled out the long sword of the knight beside him, and swung it at the kobold's neck with lightning speed.

"Poof!"

Blood gushed out of it. The kobold's head rolled to the ground, and it took two seconds before the body fell limply to the ground.

The moment he drew his sword, Posador already knew that he had failed. He may have experienced failure before, but this failure represents permanence.

While he was standing there, the demonic beasts led by the Night Legion couldn't wait to pounce on the guys on the periphery of the War Bear Cavalry Regiment. Before leaving, these demonic beasts were only eighty percent full, and after walking such a long way, only fifty percent of the food in their stomachs was left, and now they needed these people in front of them to fill their stomachs.

"Barbarian cover, we're going to retreat to the back now!"

It was the magicians and night mages of the black-robed squad who uttered such unrighteous words. The reason why they say these words with peace of mind is that it takes enough time to cast large spells and divine spells. And now that the rear is the front line, these guys can only retreat into the ranks.

However, there are also some high-level mages who specialize in plastic energy spells who are not subject to this restriction, and can cast huge fireballs or long-range offensive weapons such as magic missiles at the slightest movement of their minds.

However, in the team opposite them, there are also many night mages with a very high level. So sometimes, before I could even move my mind, several large fireballs flew over from the Night Legion.

"Boom, boom!"

The Conservative Fear of the Dead had already used their respective powers to activate their shields and survive the first wave of the Night Legion's fierce attack. However, the power consumption caused by the impact also caused the shield to shrink and thin rapidly, and it could no longer withstand the next attack.

Then, the monsters that rushed up waved their big claws, ending the lives of the warriors under them. The little demons also rushed forward, tearing back and forth the bodies that had lost their shields.

Where the Night Legion and the War Bear Cavalry Regiment were fighting, there was a scene of flesh and blood flying in a matter of seconds. The War Bear Cavalry Regiment, which was originally in an encirclement of the Duke of Baria, was immediately in a disadvantageous situation of being attacked on its back. Not to mention how much combat strength is left, the morale of the army has been greatly shaken.

"Stop, I surrender, I vote—ah!"

"The Night Race doesn't fight the Night Race. I'm the Night Archmage, and I was forced to join this Bear Cavalry Regiment! ”

These people who shouted in fear attracted the attention of their enemies even more, and did not do them any good except that they could die faster. The Night Legion has been plunged into a killing spree, and all the Night Races are surging forward, hoping to kill a few people to fill the emptiness and loneliness in their hearts.

Duke Posador watched his carefully trained warriors fall one by one, and the fallen ones rose up under the control of the ghost, swinging his sword to hack his former comrades to death, and he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

It's over, it's all over.