Distant Fortress.

Under the heavy clouds, the castle wrapped in the cold wind was quiet and dead, like a ruin that had been barren for many years.

"Whew!" The melodious and quaint horn suddenly sounded, spreading far away, and the entire fortress seemed to suddenly awaken, and countless terrifying creatures began to line up in a dense queue out of the city gate.

"Roar!" In the midst of a tyrannical roar, a giant monster with a length of tens of meters flapped its wings and flew into the sky, this monster was completely made up of the bodies of various demons, it had six pairs of winged demon wings, three fire demon heads, two huge snake demon long tails, as well as the horns of the power demon and the scales of the Barlow demon.

In order to refine one of these mounts, Lytia and the others had to summon ninety demons from hell and kill them all, in fact, during this time, the Legion of the Dead would turn about seven hundred demons into materials every day.

Those poor demons were expecting to wreak havoc in the Lord's realm, and it would be better to return with a few more human souls, but they didn't expect to become raw materials for the arsenal.

Although the Ancient Demon King and the Lord of Hell were aware of this crazy behavior of the Legion of the Dead, they were helpless for them, after all, this summoning contract followed the original law, and even they had no way to stop it.

Fortunately, compared to the huge number of devils in the Nine Layers of Hell, this little loss is not worth mentioning at all, and at most it will only make the two demon kings feel unhappy.

With a huge roar that sounded one after another, two more six-winged monsters rose into the sky, and the three daughters of Cynthia sat at the neck of one monster, looking down on their elite legion from top to bottom.

At the front of the line are the living corpses of variants wearing thick armor and holding various blunt weapons, extremely strong, with bulging and purple muscles, they can ignore most attacks with their natural defenses even if they are not armored, and those heavy hammers in their hands can break even if they carry the best shields.

And the three daughters of Cynthia, who deliberately made them killing machines, directly let them wear double armor, and now, unless they are facing a strong blunt weapon strike, the threat to them by ordinary swords is simply pitiful, and bows and arrows can almost be ignored.

Of course, thanks to the great sponsorship of the Calests, if it weren't for the materials captured on the battlefield and left behind when the city was destroyed, even the three daughters of Cynthia would not have been able to get so many things.

Behind the morphed corpses are a large number of deformed dead, these strange shapes are intimidating, but they are not just used as a deterrent, they either have five or six hands to attack in all directions, or they can climb vertically like spiders, or they can jump directly to a height of twenty meters......

I believe that when fighting, these incredible abilities will definitely make the enemy unguardable.

Behind the deformed deceased, many gray stone statues about twenty meters high are lined up in a phalanx, slowly stepping out huge steps, each landing seems to bring the resonance of the earth to vibrate, the power of this siege weapon no longer needs to be explained, they are the nightmare of every defender.

After that, many strange demons walked slowly and lifelessly, most of them could no longer see the original origin, but as if they had become works of art in the hands of Lytia, they were shaped at will, although they were miserable in appearance, but once they were put into battle, they would definitely be the death-makers.

At the bottom of the array are the numbing number of ordinary living corpses, which have now been positioned as logistics troops, responsible for carrying the baggage of the entire legion and their capture after victory, but if necessary, they can also become an overwhelming sea of immortals at any time and place to flood their opponents, just as they once flooded distant fortresses!

Above them were flying monsters that were hovering and flying with strange screams, and due to their excellent performance in previous battles, Lytia had deliberately increased the transformation of this class, and at this moment a staggering number of them looked like a huge black curtain from a distance, as if they could devour and destroy any opponent.

Compared with two months ago, the number of the Death Legion may not have changed much, but in terms of combat effectiveness, I don't know how much it is!

Two thousand flying monsters, four thousand transformed demons, five thousand undead colossus, thirty thousand deformed dead, one hundred thousand mutant living corpses, in Lytia's eyes, so many elite troops can completely sweep the entire Calest, and even as long as their own master is willing, it is not a big problem to crush Phyllis Kenyon by the way, of course, provided that the opponent's high-end strength does not interfere in the battle.

If it was the current team that attacked the distant fortress in the first place, I believe that it would only take one day and one night at most to take the castle.

Feeling the fierce wind blowing in their faces, the three women who were driving side by side exchanged glances with each other, and then suddenly flew in different directions, and at the same time, the legion of the dead on the ground was also evenly divided into three parts, following the king in the sky.

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On a hillside in the distance, a Calest's scout turned pale, watching in horror as the group of demons that had been dormant for a long time left the lair and began to approach his country.

It took him a long time before he finally controlled his trembling body and prepared to ride back on his fast horse to report the news, although he didn't know if it was useful or not, but this was the only thing he could do.

"......" The sound of flesh being cut was heard, and he subconsciously reached out to cover his throat, trying to stop the blood gushing out like a fountain, and his eyes quickly dimmed only to see a gray blurred figure.

The attacker, shrouded in a gray cloak, watched him fall to his knees weakly, and slowly let out a hoarse voice like a scrub, "Brother, don't be afraid, death is the destination." ”

As if sensing an ominous aura, the war horse next to him neighed twice, and then moved its hooves and fled quickly into the distance.

Hearing the commotion, the assailant turned, tilting his head slightly, as if scrutinizing the creature, and after a while, suddenly reached out and threw out a throwing knife, the blade of which was clearly poisonous.

"Yu Yu ......" a mournful roar, and the galloping war horse fell suddenly, struggling and swinging its limbs on the ground in pain, but this action soon became a convulsion, and the most silent was silent.

Although all the Sentinels were sniped by the Dark Walkers of the Death Legion, there was no feedback at the allotted time, which in itself represented some kind of information.

At the moment of making a judgment, the commander of the Glorious Fortress immediately mobilized all the soldiers, and the castle, which had been confronted by the distant fortress for hundreds of years, immediately fell into intense combat readiness.

The normally well-guarded warehouses were all opened, and a large number of garrison materials were brought to the city, and all kinds of weapons that were properly maintained were left to all the soldiers to choose, and everyone could and must bring more than two weapons.

There was a crowd of people outside the clerk's office of the army, from the general to the man, everyone was handing over suicide notes or last words, although I don't know if the road can be passed on to their relatives, but they are finally comforted.

What will be the end result in the face of the all-encompassing army of terror?

It's clear to all......