There was a serious atmosphere in the Demon King's hall, and Sack paced back and forth in the palace, trying to calm himself down, but uneasiness kept hanging over him.

"Your Majesty, you need to make a decision." Sheola watched Sack walk back and forth with no nervousness on her face.

In response to the arrival of the Necronomicon army, Zac summoned Dvoga and Iver to the palace.

"How many soldiers are there that can be used now?" Sack finally stopped, turning to look at Dvoga.

"All the soldiers in the whole of Dimore add up to only a few hundred, and the most lethal thing is that they don't seem to have much fighting spirit." Dvoga's face was a little ugly, although he had always been dissatisfied with some of Sark's ideas, but at the moment of the great enemy, he still knew how to take care of the overall situation.

After listening to Dvoga's words, Sack looked a little lonely. The demons, at their peak, had tens of thousands of troops, and everything came to naught with the arrival of the Necromancy.

The Necrons don't have great strategy, they rely only on numbers, and each spirit has the ability to fight, and reproduces extremely quickly. After the Necronomicon's crowd tactics and the Eye of the Dead incident, the number of demons has been decreasing at an alarming rate.

Up to now, not counting the demons wandering in Ostia, only counting the demons in Dimor, there are only one or two thousand.

"What if all the Warlocks were used?" Sack took a deep breath, trying to adjust his mind, and asked Siola again.

"Your Majesty, you know better than I do that there are only a dozen warlocks." Sheola shrugged her shoulders and replied.

"The Black Temple......

"The Black Temple has long since disappeared with the death of Lord Kaila!"

Theola couldn't help but raise her voice, and her voice trembled slightly, but it wasn't like sadness or fear at the approach of the necromantic army, but more like something else, though nothing was shown on her face.

Sack was stunned for a moment, puzzled by Sheola's slightly unusual interruption, and he could hear in Sheola's tone an emotion that did not match the calm Sheora in his previous impression.

But soon, Sheola realized her gaffe and bowed her head apologetically.

"So, do you have any plans?" Without delving into the reason, Sack sighed and asked.

"We have no way back, judging by the size of that cloud, there are thousands of low-level spirits that make up the cloud, and the barrier of perception makes it impossible for me to see what's going on inside."

Siola said with a solemn expression, "Forgive me for my incompetence, I can't think of any other plan than to do everything to meet the battle."

Sheola's voice fell, and there was a deathly silence. Whether it was Sack, Dvoga, or Ivor, they all thought about something with serious expressions.

After a few moments, Sack and Dvoga looked each other in the eye, silent but as if communicating. Eventually, the two sides nodded to each other and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

(In this case, he chose to temporarily abandon the previous contradictions and give priority to the outside world, worthy of the Dvoga people, who can always take the overall situation into account.) Still, that's fine. ）

Sheola glanced at Devoga and then at Zac, secretly revealing a grim smile.

"Your Majesty, are you going to go on the expedition yourself?" Sheola asked tentatively.

Sack frowned and hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes were filled with war. He silently walked to the throne, took his scepter, and raised it, aiming it at the cobblestone in the center of the palace ceiling.

There was a slight vibration, and the Demon King Hall began to rise slowly. The iron cables that stretched from the towers around the castle and held the palace gradually tightened as the palace ascended, and finally could not withstand the huge tension and broke.

The palace floats above the castle, and the bricks at the bottom begin to peel off, revealing the magic crystals hidden inside. The energy emitted by the magic crystal can make the palace move in the air.

Sack twisted the statue on the armrest of the throne, and an open-air platform appeared behind the throne. He slowly walked to the terrace and gazed at the whole of Dimorle from the air.

After taking a deep breath, Sack increased the volume with the help of magic, and said loudly to the entire Dimor, "All the demon soldiers, listen, the enemy is approaching, we have no way out, do you want to be cowards or heroes. If you're willing to be cowards, then I won't stop you, but if you want to be heroes, stand up and protect the demons!"

Zac's voice resounded throughout Diemor, firm and powerful. When the soldiers at the pass who were hiding in the house heard this, they clenched their teeth and clenched their fists, as if they were fighting their minds.

But eventually, they walked out of the house, gathered in formation, picked up their weapons, and stared at the approaching clouds. Since there is no way back, why not try to resist?

All the soldiers in the city of Dimor, including the defenders of the castle, also stood in their respective positions, ready to meet the battle.

"Since there is no way back, let's have a big fight." Zac turned, his eyes full of determination.

Facing Sarkna's resolute eyes, Dvoga was a little stunned for a moment, until Sheola's voice rang in his ears.

"Devoga, you and General Ivor go to the ground to command the battle, and all the soldiers will be at the disposal of the two. Remember, when the clouds break down, find cover to protect yourself first, and wait for the real necromantic forces inside to appear before attacking."

Now that it has been decided to fight to the fullest extent, any complicated strategy seems to have lost its effectiveness, and Sheora can only arrange the simplest combat deployment. Of course, this is a combat deployment with its own selfish motives.

"That kid seems to be called Artevans, but what about the others?" Iver on the side suddenly asked.

"The enemy's main target will be in the city, but some of the forces will be placed in the field, and Lord Artevans will be responsible for dealing with the necromancers in the field." Sheola answered Ivor's words, paused, and looked at Sack again, "As for Your Majesty, what are your plans?"

"I'll go straight to that cloud with the palace." Sack said firmly.

"Then allow me to join Your Majesty." Theola bent down slightly, then turned to look at Dvoga and Ive, "Now, guys, get ready to fight."

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The clouds slowly drifted into Dimor, and all the civilians in the city had taken refuge in their homes, while the demon soldiers formed a formation.

Artevans and Rusa found a densely wooded area in the cloud's flight path and hid themselves. Atfans intends to wait until halfway through this war before making a move. In this way, he can see the situation better.

Since he and Sheola have joined forces, Artevans is confident that Sheola will do something and he needs to wait now.

"Lord Artevans, I've already arranged everything, you just need to hide yourself for now and watch the sky. Of course, if you encounter a necromancer falling from the clouds around you, please deal with it.'" Sheola's voice rang in her head just in time.

Ever since Atvance's skull pendant was combined with the necklace given by Sheola, as long as Artevans wore the pendant, he could establish a special exchange of ideas with Sheola at any time. After feeling the prohibition in his body gradually disintegrate, the communication with Sheola became clearer.

"I see." Although Artevans didn't quite know what Sheola meant by paying attention to the sky, the blue cloud composed of low-level spirits exuded an aura that made Artevans a little uneasy from the outside, and he could vaguely feel the presence of powerful energy bodies inside the cloud.

The clouds continued to flutter, already approaching the city of Dimor. At this time, there was a violent shaking on the outside of the cloud, and the energy began to become unstable.

(What is this!?) ）

Atvance noticed the strangeness of the clouds, and was shocked, and immediately turned his head to look at Rusha on the side.

Rusha immediately understood what he meant from Atvance's eyes, and without hesitation, she turned back into her main body and entered Atvance's body, and Artevans immediately activated the dark shield.

The clouds shook violently and then suddenly dispersed into countless low-level spirits, like raindrops, and fell violently towards Dimor.

Thousands of low-level spirits were sprinkled and exploded the moment they touched the object. The spirits concentrated on attacking the city of Dimor, but there were quite a few scattered spirits attacking the field of Dimor.

The deadly "rain" fell for a full ten minutes before it stopped, and by this time the city of Dimmor had become devastated. Everywhere you look, there are craters left by explosions, collapsed houses, and occasionally exposed limbs and oozing blood pressed under them. Painful screams, heart-rending screams, echoed in the sky above Dimore City.

Thousands of low-level spirits bombarded almost everything that Dimore City could attack, and only the most solid houses barely avoided a shattered fate. But even the Demon Castle was smashed out of a few pits.

And this is only the opening ceremony of the Necromancy, and the battle has not even really begun, and it has already changed the face of Dimore City beyond recognition.

The demons lost nearly half of their troops in an instant, and many of the civilians hiding in their homes were crushed to death by the collapsed houses, and the survivors were all injured to varying degrees, but the seriously injured civilians were interrupted in despair one after another.

The clouds dissipated, and the figure of the necromantic in the interior gradually appeared.

There are hundreds, close to a thousand, of necromantic soldiers composed of intermediate spirits, and eight high-level spirits led by them, that is, necromantic generals. If you don't look at the combat effectiveness of each individual, judging from the number alone, the demon race is at an absolute disadvantage.

"Is the palace gradually drifting in, and I, Schnell, will come and meet the people inside." Standing at the forefront, the self-proclaimed Necromantic General Schnell stared ahead, and the palace of the Demon King Sark slowly floated in.

"Maya, Solap, Zaris, Kauro, Fisk, go to the surface with the soldiers, and I, Regis and Heath, meet the people in that palace." Schnell looked back at the army behind him.

As soon as the words fell, only three generals of the necromantic army floating in the air flew towards the palace with the clouds, and all the rest landed on the ground.

This war has officially begun.