Since Xiao Lan entered this world, three days have passed silently.

Under the shadow of death, which had blockaded the entire island, the whole of Britain was functioning like a machine, and under the joint prediction of Merlin and several other prophets, they had already chosen the time for the final war.

You must not rush too much, to fight against the powerful necromantic army, time is a little bit, and the originally scattered soldiers can only exert their true power if they are assembled; But it also can't be delayed for too long, otherwise it will be eroded into the Aegean region, and there will be a bunch of Greek heroes among the enemies you face; And the Necromantic King did not spread out the legions under his command, nor did he plan to evade the battle and capture the rest of the weak points first, but only gathered all the dead to condense into a force from the realm of the dead, and more and more necromancers were summoned from the ground to expand this already terrifying enough legion.

Fortunately, no matter how much this legion expands, his speed is at the level of an ordinary necromancer, and his goal and path are quite clear: after coming out of the Shadow Country, he will go straight to the direction, which is the direction of Camelot...... It is also Xiao Lan's position.

This situation made Merlin and them happy, and it also made them feel more and more powerless.

From the Shadow Country to Camelot is not a flat wasteland wilderness, the first thing to bear the brunt of is the Horn Fort that was against the front line, but after the King of Death awakened, this place has been evacuated for the first time, and it is impossible to hold these excellent soldiers should not waste their lives in vain, but this retreat is a full retreat of more than two hundred kilometers. The two countries we pass through on the way are in ruins and dead with no life surviving.

Overall, though, since some of the elite warriors who had survived had not turned into necromancy, the retreat was not completely worthless.

-- And then. Three days passed.

The deployment of troops is in full swing, and the low-level soldiers have no effect on the fight against the Necromantic King, and the number of necromancers they become will definitely not be more than the number of necromancers killed, but this problem will not occur after the completion of the production of the Bracelet of Repose, but in view of the fact that soldiers who have not experienced bloody battles will drag down the elite, this battle did not recruit those old and weak women and children who were destined to die, otherwise even if they won this battle, it would be meaningless. In addition, the Templars, who had been active on the front lines, no longer continued to resist the necromancy. Instead, they retreated in an orderly manner to an area, where they met Arthur and the other soldiers who had arrived from the various areas, and the living of all Britain who could fight death with their scorching lives had gathered on the last front.

The palm of the hand is hard enough only if it is clenched into a fist. The arm can only be fought more forcefully if it is retracted, and the previous concession does not mean cowering, but for the Jedi counterattack at this moment!

The Last Front......

Xiao Lan didn't know what the original name of this place was, but he still recognized the scene at first sight.

The dead gray sky shrouded it like a huge pot lid. There is not a trace of clouds. Not to mention the birds, only the faint fireballs like ghostly fire hung lifelessly on them. If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing else in the sky, no one would have believed that the candle-like ball of light that seemed to be extinguished immediately was the dazzling sun of the past, and that the aura of the Lord of the Necromancy was so powerful that it could distort reality, so much so that it obscured the sky far away from sight.

Without the sun's radiance, the plains were no warmer than the ice fields, and the air was filled with a silent, icy dead air, and this cold was dry. Cold without any moisture to speak of, as cold as death...... It's literally a huge cemetery.

-- Plains of Despair.

The scenes of failure in the dream created by Freddy came back to my mind again and again. It tormented his soul and his will like maggots on tarsal bones, but the restlessness only existed for a moment before it was completely wiped out.

There are no ifs left, and if you fail, you can't do it again, so you can't lose anyway.

In the past three days, in addition to observing Merlin's research results and reading the tactics that Arthur and they discussed, he was almost completely with Flora, entangled in everyone when they were desperately busy, communicating with each other in every way they could, finding comfort and warmth in each other, the dual blend of soul and body communicated each other's hearts, and also soothed the fatal anxiety and irritability in the demon's heart, so that he stood in this place on the last day in the best condition.

And the scene at this moment is completely different from that despair.

At the beginning, he just couldn't influence the situation and went with the flow, but now he has the power to fight against "death", and around him are the tens of thousands of troops gathered during this time, whether it is a warrior wizard priest is a cavalry on a horse, these people are the elite of the elite who have experienced a hundred battles, a warrior full of blood to protect the cherished people, and a soldier with an iron will and discipline, from different countries, with different beliefs, speaking different languages, Even warriors of different races waited here for the common enemy that was coming.

There are constantly scout reconnaissance reports, all watching the movements of the Necromantic King and the army of the undead, and the dispatch of the front line is still meticulous and meticulous. As planned, all the troops that could reach had arrived.

The tens of thousands of troops did not make a sound, only occasionally the sonorous sound of fate sounded in all directions, and the atmosphere and the tremendous pressure here made them unable to speak.

Knowing the arduousness of this upcoming battle and the life of nine deaths, the fighting spirit that naturally arises in the face of death has been overflowing, and the air is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere like a red-hot subway, even those wizards and priests who have always been rational are infected by this atmosphere, their breathing is as heavy as a cow, many people's eyes are already full of bloodshots, and a concept hidden in the deepest and most original source of everyone's hearts has surfaced: to live.

And just in front of this army, dozens of people, who are insignificant compared to the army of 10,000 people, but absolutely important, are making final preparations.

The best of the Knights of the Round Table, the knights of the Templar, the Bishop, and the Assassins, Gnavel who had obtained the Phantom Bow, and Flora who stood with Pandora, before these only warriors who could fight against the Heroic Spirits, Xiao Lan lightly jumped off the horse given to him by Arthur, walked slowly to the silent army, and then formed a handprint with the most serious expression in his life, calling for the dimensional passage constructed by the soul contract-

Psychics.

The dead air that permeated the atmosphere seemed to be dispelled in an instant, and the unusually strong light pierced the darkness that shrouded the earth at this moment, and in the roar of falling thunder and the dazzling light that continued to overflow, an illusion wrapped in a whirlwind and lightning appeared.

Summoning nearly 10,000 individuals at one time and in a row is a feat that Xiao Lan has never carried out or even thought of, but just like another self who was able to achieve large-scale teleportation with the support of the Zerg network, this large-scale summoning can also be successful with the support of the "life force" of this world, and all the Nightmare Legions scattered in Britain were summoned in front of him at one time, and then ...... That's where the hope comes.

When Xiao Lan himself and Flora went to Camelot, the aliens who stayed in place didn't stay and do nothing, and the elite warriors who completed the transformation drove directly to the north with the ordinary warriors parasitic in the Saxons' bodies, and went straight to the "degenerate" settlements of those who were in the blockade area of the King of Death but were still alive, crushing all the resisters who dared to take up arms, turning them into new parasitic warriors to join the Nightmare Legion, and expanding the team almost like a snowball while deliberately avoiding contact with the necromancy, And in the battle, many parasitic warriors have reached a subtle critical point, breaking out of the host's body and immediately evolving into a complete body that can be completely transformed!

As a result, three days later, in the psychic technique that Xiao Lan cast, the summoned Nightmare Legion had more than 10,000 troops that were on par with the troops assembled before.

Among them, more than 1,000 have completed the transformation and appeared in the form of girls in black armor, more than a dozen Praetorian guards with crown-shaped helmets similar to the empress, more refined armor and stronger combat effectiveness, and the rest are Saxons with bloodthirsty scarlet eyes and arthropods, carapaces or tentacles on their bodies"The face became less ugly.

"It's a little bit more than I thought, but it's not a bad thing. More than 10,000 troops have been added, of which 8,000 are almost equivalent to cannon fodder that can be discarded when the machinery runs out, but it can definitely exert enough combat effectiveness before death...... Very good. ”

The slightly gasping demon whispered to himself, took a long breath, and returned to Arthur's side.

While feeling the "life force" from the origin of the world quickly replenish the magic consumed by this summoning, he asked Kira, who was beside him, to connect the key characters of Arthur to the soul chains that can communicate synchronously, and transferred the layout of the Nightmare Legion to the arranger of the formation, and the group quickly started to act without saying a word, arranging the alien warriors who had the appearance of a girl but actually had monster-like terrifying power in the second sequence behind the knights, The Saxons, who had gained enough combat power at the cost of their lives after being parasitized, were at the forefront except for the arrows, and when all this was completed as quickly as possible, a lifeless white appeared at the end of the horizon seen on horseback.

The living are ready, and the dead have finally arrived at the battlefield.

The key choice of fate is the first and last, the ultimate battle between life and death...... Begin! (To be continued......)