The ever-expanding shadow of death, encountering the rapidly expanding cavalry of the Iron Tribe, easily annihilated a hundred-man team, and later did not hesitate to make them into soul-bound corpses, tarnishing the glory of the orc warriors and becoming one of the targets, but unfortunately in the gray curtain that sunlight could not penetrate, the warriors who were good at fighting could not defeat death. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Death Knight, who showed his attitude with bloody killings, was quickly taken by the frustrated vampires, and sent a high-ranking Earl at the beginning.

In order to avoid goofs, it is the Styx ferryman who now occupies Sallon's body, and Aldrich Triss is tough, after all, his roots are a little shallow, and he can't play the old man of the old times, the legend who has been reborn in the ashes.

After a turbulent year, the demigods who descended on the ground once again quickly adapted to the changed rules, and compared to the legends of humanity, immortals like them always found their place in the uncertain times.

The undead behind the Duchy of Lotrun, Count Elena of the Heschet family, a rare female vampire, has also experienced the alternation of the old and new eras, and has survived for more than one hundred and fifty years, and is not inferior to the Marquis of Carmilla Rose Rose, the host of the Night Capital in the Outer Regions of the Stars, but unfortunately the former is more trusted by the Grand Duke of Emmondine and missed the opportunity to reach the top.

The first uninvited visitor, perhaps the long-awaited guest, is the first of its kind to welcome the crumbling tower, haunted by the power of death, as the cotton wool of ashes slowly swings away, forming a safe aerial corridor for a swarm of smoky bats to pass through.

Count Elena Heschet returned to his original shape in the middle of the tower and climbed the stairs smoothly, gradually feeling a certain pressure as if it were substance.

At the end of the stairs, she finally reached the top floor, ready to meet the Death Knight who tingled her skin with pins in her skin, the Dark Lord, also known as the Dark Lord, after being overrun by the Styx Ferryman.

The coercion of the demigod hall is like a tonnage load, although as an earl, it takes a lot of effort to get close on foot, and even has to use the precious blood source.

When he looked up, he saw that on the stone seat inlaid with skulls, wearing a crown of steel, with his right hand against his chin, his hair adorned with ice crystal pyramids was blown by the gentle mountain wind, stirring up a pleasant but meaningless sound, and his lifeless cold eyes fell on the guest with some unkindness.

Everywhere the eye passed, it was like a cold and slippery poisonous snake crawling, and Count Elena Heschet was secretly shocked, and she had not tasted the taste of fear for many years, especially when she was in a high position, except for the Archduke Emmondine, who had everything in hand, even the three marquis did not care.

"Your Excellency Lord of Death, what is your explanation for the fact that Mount Ograni is a natural boundary monument on the border between Lotrun and Virginy, and that you have blatantly occupied it without the permission of the Bloodline. ”

One sentence exposed the roots of the rare vampire countess, without insight into the nature of the death knight Salon, the Styx ferryman no longer cared about the little bat at all, retracted his fearful gaze, closed his eyes and thought about how to deal with the temptation sent to the door by the undead empire.

"How can the boundaries drawn by ant-like humans restrict us like dragons, no matter how magnificent the country, which stretches for hundreds of years, or even rare millennia, will eventually decay and wither, gradually decline and replace, and how can it be compared with us who are with the years. ”

As soon as we meet, we can make our attitude clear, and the next negotiations can be open and honest.

Feeling the tidal force of death in the other party's body, the negative energy was dense and almost substantial, Count Elena Heschet carefully put away his blood-stained fangs, and after receiving permission, tried to shape the seat with his natural ability.

It's a pity that in the whole field suppressed under the demitheon, the blood source of the vast desert is like a lake and sea, and at most a stone pier is raised, and the height is not more than knee-high.

All this frightened Count Elena Heschet, and even secretly compared Archduke Emmondine to the Lord of Death in front of him.

The result surprised her extremely much, the unique talent "Spirit Child Gyroscope" showed that the Kundalini of the two sides was not much different, both were 1.8 million, but the density of the "father's" spirit child was one zero.

"No wonder it can make me afraid, it is not a creature of the rank at all, except for the demigod lich that exists in the old legend, when did such a monster appear in the dark world?"

Worried that his thoughts would be heard by the other party, the vampire countess stopped slandering, put away her frustration, and quietly calmed the traces of the ability to activate.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Lord of Death, you must have been asleep for a long time, I wonder if there is any proof of your identity?"

"Times are changing so fast that even the vampires who were once hiding in the depths of darkness, battered and suppressed, and the declining race that withered away, have now transformed into a huge force that controls several countries. Want a proof? Yes!"

The dark lord incarnated by the Styx Ferryman swiped in front of him with his hand, directly tore open a spatial rift, put his hand into it, and through the shortly opened passage, directly grabbed a vampire baron from the secret realm in the forest without any subordinates and without any brand of blood sources.

"After a hundred years, you still haven't been able to adapt to the sun well, and you're afraid of silver, which is second in the holy metal sequence, and despite having a lifespan of three thousand years, how many vampires can live to the limit?"

The Dark Lord stretched out his slightly clenched left hand to the sky, grabbed it and tugged it down as if it were grasping something, and then slowly opened five pale fingers.

The gray curtain of floating ashes and shadows flocculent, at its thickest position, revealed a palm-sized cavity above the ruined tower, and the brilliant twilight of dusk was slanted onto the ground, falling right on the vampire baron.

Bathed in positive sunlight, the vampire from the secret realm of the forest is unharmed, and his skin even glows with a pearly sheen - completely changing the dark constitution that adapts to negative energy.

Count Elena Heschet shuddered as if he had been hammered, it was a throbbing sensation that was highly poisonous for the undead, but his constitution adapted to the sun was like a panacea, and the best of the Bloodline at the top of the Clan saw an incomparably wonderful prospect.

The daywalker who walked in the sun, which even the Grand Duke of Emmondine, who was at the apex of the Bloodline, could not do, but it was realized in the hands of the Death Lord of unknown origin, and according to observation, the "Baron" not far in front of him did not belong to any family, and seemed to be a creation that appeared out of thin air.

"Perhaps, the Death Lord who has opened the shadow canopy based on Mount Ograni holds the secret of transforming vampires!

Unable to learn the secret of vampires' fear of sunlight, Elena Heschet's heart was anxious like dozens of cat's claws, but she could not show the slightest emotion on her face, otherwise there would be no need for the negotiation to continue.

"A freak!" the vampire countess sneered at the bare-bathed "baron" and continued to talk, "I can sense that he still has a weakness that is not immune to the damage of the silver weapon. Furthermore, his skin seems to be coated with an alchemical artifact similar to sunscreen, which does not prove your identity. ”

The Styx ferryman, who had incarnated as the Dark Lord, shook his head slightly, "It's disappointing that your knowledge is limited to this! A woman is a woman...... Next time, change to a long-term high-level of the blood clan. ”

Knowing that she had said the wrong thing, she was ready to find a way to remedy it, but unfortunately the dark lord Salonn did not give her this opportunity, and with a wave of her left hand, a hurricane blew on the ground, easily rolling up Elena Heschet, far away to the outside of the gray curtain, directly exposing the incomparably brilliant twilight.

The vampire countess could not bear the humiliation of sneaking into the backlit shadows of the surface as a bat in her heyday, but the ability of the other party to match that of the Archduke Emmondine in her heyday, and the hundredfold leverage effect that she had just displayed like a domain attack, made her forcibly suppress her anger.

Task first, since the first contact is unfavorable, you should report to the patriarch, that is, your eldest brother, as soon as possible, according to the main force of the steel tribe in Lotrun's country, the power of the orc rebels is simply increasing day by day.

How can an individual's honor and disgrace be compared with that of the family and the entire race?

Elena Heschet knew the difference between the two sides and chose to go in her favor, a move that pleased the Dark Lord, who had been watching her.

Arriving in a part of the secret realm on the ground, the embodiment of the death knight Salonn has been carved to a near-perfect perfection by Aldrich Tris, even as a demigod of the Immortals, without much change.

The gray veil that was expanding outward was noticeably slowing down due to the marginal diminishing effect, but he still had the cards in his hands to deal with it.

A corner of the world of All Souls' Day, a vast black swamp, was handed over to Aldrich Triss to experiment with the undead version of the Industrial Revolution, which was pushed to new heights by the smelting furnace technology he combined with the Battle of the North Sea.

"Get up!"

On the ground near the ruined tower, twelve blast furnaces of molten iron cast white bones fused rose one after another, and the corpses full of resentment were killed by the undead, and the automatic conveyor belts built by stitching monsters and four-armed zombies were continuously thrown into it.

Even in the old days, some immortals in the Death God system kept the kingdom running by burning souls, albeit extremely depraved, and as long as the soul of the invoker was not punished.

Not wanting to return to the throne of Holiday Island for a while, the Styx Ferryman takes over the incarnation of Aldrich Tris's Death Knight and carefully manages the business of entering the Accelerator Lane.

As the Dark Altar slowly rises from the ground, the Dark Lord begins to summon his most loyal people.

Across the mountains and the sea, the dead dormant in the distant land of bones, the Deathknell Baron Leotin quietly appeared at the top of the altar where the lightning storm appeared, and the spatial rift that was torn open quietly appeared.

Master the essence of withering, wield a snakebite sword made of bad luck metal, and connect with the spirit of a death pact to firmly grasp the orc knights transformed into "Bone Knights" - their mounts have been eroded by negative energy, turning into zombie horses that don't know how to get tired and drink blood to survive.

Then there is the dark wizard Emmony Bloodflame, who has mastered dozens of intricate rituals of sacrifice and the art of crafting the high undead, but unfortunately there are no extra dead near the ruined tower for him to call on.

"Go and find your own men, no one can stop death. ”

The dark lord Salon, who had been a loyal follower of the wizard for many years, Awoke from a long slumber and laughed excitedly at the sound of a familiar voice, knowing that there was a chance to stretch his hands and feet, but his dry vocal cords could only make a hoarse sound.

"Everyone dies!"