"Our plans remain the same, Lord Artevans, and you as the final Terminator. The people of Dvogar and General Eve, it's hard work.'"

Before the final general attack, Sheola reiterated his plan for a battle to the demon warriors, "You don't need to worry about the difficulty of breaking through the next few layers of defense, but Lord Kaina has provided us with support."

As she spoke, Sheola moved out of the way where she had been standing.

A flame descended from the sky, then quickly contracted and coalesced into a rose. Aktri emerged from the flames and assumed what he thought was an elegant pose.

Aktri leaned sideways, straightened his joystick, and deliberately cocked his hips slightly. His right hand is gently crossed at his waist, his left hand pretends to be cool to hold his chin, and his left leg is slightly crooked forward. At the same time, his eyes were slightly closed, and he smiled on his face that he thought was beautiful.

But this posture made the people present can't help but hold their foreheads.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and Theola, who is now known as Acteri, is a member of the Black Temple, and it is my honor to be able to help you in the slightest." Aktri did not feel embarrassed in his posture at all, but was very excited, and said his opening words to those present in the most exaggerated tone.

"In short, despite his appearance, you don't need to doubt the strength of Lord Aktri." Sheola smiled awkwardly, but that didn't stop Actory from continuing to make a fool of himself.

Octeri withdrew his strange posture and swept his eyes over the crowd in front of him, suddenly noticing Rusa standing beside Artevans.

"Oh oh oh oh! This is...... What a beautiful lady this is, so cold and so noble.' The moment he saw Rusa, Actri's eyes seemed to be shining, and he walked up to Rusa with one step, and even knelt down on one knee, completely ignoring Artevans on the side.

"This beautiful lady, can I offer you this bouquet of flowers?" Acteri handed the rose that had been formed by the flame in his hand to Rusa.

"Forgive me for refusing." Rusa wasn't impressed by Octri's enthusiasm, nor was she intimidated. Rusha was calm and refused.

"Oh, that's a shame, but...... Indeed, a beautiful lady like you, I can't climb at all.'" Aktri looked sad at first, and then spoke calmly, as if he had taken everything lightly.

"Lord Aktri, can we get down to business?" Sheola was already standing beside Yaktri at some point, and although she was smiling, she already exuded a chilling aura from her body, which made Yaktri shiver.

"Ahem, that's the joke here. Let me introduce myself once again, the members of the Black Temple, Aktri, the other members like to call me the Remodeler, and if you like it, it doesn't hurt to call me that." Aktri nodded, straightened his face, and said earnestly.

When Yaktri became serious, his actions, tone, and eyes changed instantly.

"So, everybody, let's do it." As soon as Siola's words fell, a sound was heard from the direction of Trier.

The group looked in Trier's direction and found the Mother wriggling on the ground, slowly approaching. The necromancers who were connected to the mother body also rushed over with the mother.

Just after Sagar saw the words that Kaina had conveyed to him through the surviving necromantic generals, he decided to give it a go. He rarely persuaded the mother, so that the mother conveyed the will of the whole attack.

"Have you given up your defenses, it's what I want!" Seeing this, Iver suddenly became excited, picked up his battle axe and rushed into the pile of death.

Dvoga tried to hold Ivor back, but was unsuccessful, and sighed helplessly, and led his soldiers to follow.

"So, I'm out of company." Aktri left a word, turned into a flame and flew into the sky, like a meteor, slammed into the dense pile of necromancers, and immediately disposed of a batch of necromancers at the landing point.

"Rusa, fly in the air as my eyes, and I'll rush straight into the Necronomicon's lair." With that, Artevans turned into a black mist and weaved through the dead.

Seeing that Artevans was acting, Aruba didn't make any reply, and immediately flew into the air, spreading her spiritual power out, and seeing all the situations in the entire Trier.

The decisive battle between the demons and the necromancy has officially begun.

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"Not bad, this kid named Actory."

Ivor picked up the flaming tomahawk and slashed through one enemy after another as he charged at him. In his spare time, he couldn't help but sigh as he glanced at Yaktri, who was gracefully navigating the necromantic heap with ease, and with just a flick of his finger, he ignited the surrounding enemies.

"Eve, don't be fooled by his appearance, Acteri, but I'm older than you and me." Dvoga grappled with the enemy in front of him as he approached Ive's side.

Despite his youthful appearance, it is impossible for Dvoga not to know the name "The Transformer", but he has never seen a real person. In addition, Dvoga was also surprised, why did Actri, who had disappeared for so many years, come back at this time, just because the "Black Temple" had reappeared in the Hell?

But Dvoga didn't bother to think about it so much, after all, the main thing at the moment was the battle with the Necromancy.

While Ive, Dvoga, and Yaktri were able to face the blind flies with ease, the demon soldiers were under great pressure. It is still completely suppressed in terms of numbers, and the demon soldiers have already suffered casualties.

"I wonder if the two of you can kill a third of the enemy each with all their strength?" As if seeing the pressure of the soldiers' fighting, Acteri approached Dvoga and Iver and spoke to them.

"Don't underestimate me and Dvoga, although we may not be as powerful as you, we are still sure in the face of these necromancers." Iver smiled confidently at Yaktri's question.

"Understood." Dvoga nodded, and began to order the soldiers to cover their wounded companions and all retreat.

At first, the squad leader of the demon soldiers wanted to continue fighting, but at Dvoga's insistence, he looked at his fallen companions again, gritted his teeth, agreed with Dvoga's statement, and began to pass orders to all soldiers to cover their wounded companions and leave this battlefield.

"It's a good choice, whether it's the Dvogars, or the Ivor Generals, or Lord Aktri, let them fight with the soldiers, or if they work together with each other, it would be better to have the three of them fight on their own. Only when they fight alone, it seems that they can bring out the strength of the three of them."

Theola saw the soldiers retreating and nodded in satisfaction.

Sheola knew very well that Dvoga, Ive, and Acteri, when the abilities of the three of them were fully unleashed, could inflict indiscriminate blows on enemies in a wide area. It is precisely because of this that allowing the three of them to maintain their formation and fight together has covered up their respective advantages, and even turned their advantages into disadvantages.

It is indeed the best way to let the soldiers retreat, and the three of them to deal with a part of the necromancy separately.

However, Sheola had two reasons for letting the soldiers fight at first, one was to test whether the soldiers would choose to be loyal even though they knew that the "Black Temple" had taken over the demons after Sak's death. The second is to use this to reduce the number of soldiers, and it is best to let the soldiers be wiped out, so that ordinary members of the "Black Temple" can completely replace the soldiers.

Except for Dvoga and Ive, the rest of the demon king's forces are left, which is what Sheola wants to achieve the most. But as it stands, Sheola's plan to wipe out all the soldiers can't be realized, so it's natural.

After the soldiers left, Ivor stayed where he was, and Dvoga and Acteri each made a path in one direction. The three of them split the entire battlefield into three parts at this time, and each of them faced countless necromancy.

But the Necromantic who had lost his command could only make a charge without any tactics, and the seemingly impregnable formation that had formed layers of defense no longer existed. After Dvoga, Ifer, and Aktri separated, the necromancer split into three parts, and attacked the three of them.

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"Give me strength, O earth!" Dvoga roared, and instantly entered the underground burial form, the muscles on his body bulging, and two arms growing out of his back.

"Give me sleep in the land!" The momentum on Dvoga's body suddenly rose, and all four palms slapped to the ground at the same time.

The surrounding undead were all under tremendous pressure due to the gravity manipulation of Dvoga's burial form, and they were pressed to the ground, unable to move. Then, the earth cracked, revealing bottomless cracks. In an instant, all the necromancers that Dvoga had to deal with fell into the chasm, and when the land was closed again, they would be completely "one" with the land.

On the other side, Iver also used his full strength. The monstrous flames burned, forming a huge hemisphere that enveloped the surroundings.

Iver stood in the very center of the interior, covered in red. He stood motionless, the flames of his body burning to ashes the spirits that rushed towards him.

Immediately, a huge explosion occurred in the hemisphere surrounded by flames. The flames dissipated with the explosion, and Eve's figure reappeared, and around him, not a single undead spirit could be seen, as if there was nothing in the first place.

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Unlike Dvoga and Ifer, Aktri seemed to be enjoying the battle, as if he were dancing, waving his flaming sword in his hand, slashing in half the necromancer who approached him with what he thought was the most graceful of movements.

"It's been a long time since I've moved like this. Foolish necromancers, you have no more value, please disappear into the most brilliant flames.'"

As he fought, Actory glanced at the other two, only to find that they had wiped out the enemy they were responsible for.

realized that if he didn't do anything real, he would be embarrassed by the "Black Palace". Aktri stopped playing around, and after turning around in place, he took advantage of the situation to collect the flame sword into the palm of his hand. The finishing touches, Actory still wanted to be more elegant.

"Next, please enjoy the fireworks." As if talking to himself, as if to say to someone else, Actory made a gentleman's salute. It was as if he had made the battlefield his stage, even though there was no audience.

After a gentleman's salute, Actory straightened up, his hands outstretched, and his head raised, as if a playwright had just finished enjoying the applause of the audience.

Less than a second later, the enemies around Yaktri inexplicably began to burn. This is not the usual flame, but the purple soul flame, and the creatures that are roasted to death by the soul flame will never be able to reincarnate.

The powerhouses of the demon race, when they showed their true strength, the huge necromantic army immediately became vulnerable.

Now all that's left is the Necro King's lair in the deepest part of Trier.