XIII

When it comes to the vice emperor of the Empire of the Undead, it is inevitable to mention the "co-governance of the four emperors".

In the era when the Elven Empire once ruled the entire Western civilized world, the system that once existed.

Before the final civil war known as the "Dandelion War" destroyed the Elven Empire, it was the last system that could maintain the "peace of elven rule" and was considered the "last classical golden age". During the decades of the four emperors' reign, the entire Elven Empire was in elegant peace, and the classical civilization and its culture, technology, and magic reached its highest point.

It was a system in which the four leaders of the Elven Emperor (Emperor of the East), the Emperor of the West, the Vice-Emperor of the East, and the Vice-Emperor of the West jointly governed this land, which was unimaginably large for the level of technology at the time. The four people who stand at the top of this system are called the "Four Emperors" or "Four Emperors" in popular literature, and have a faint correspondence with the "Three Emperors and Five Emperors" in the East.

Co-Emperors, or Co-Emperors, are a difficult position to understand from the perspective of the Eastern Empire.

In the political language of the East, the emperor represents the ruling power of heaven, earth, and earth, and the emperor represents the supreme dominance. Or to put it another way, the emperor represents the supremacy, the emperor represents the uniqueness, and the sum of the two represents the power itself.

But in the Elven Empire, the Vice Emperor represents an independent authority. In the elven realm, where the average life expectancy is so high that it can scare humans to death, the emperor also needs a deputy to help him deal with this huge land. The lands known today as the Holy Forest, the Holy Koman Empire, the Free Kingdoms, and the Great Wasteland were ruled by three elves with the title of Vice-Emperor in the era of the Elven Empire. In those days, Vice-Emperor was more of an administrative position than an honorary title.

However, many elves believe that it was this system that destroyed the great elven empire.

The co-rule of the Four Emperors ended the first period of civil war. But the divided civil war it left behind was far more brutal than the first civil war, and it shook the vitality of the empire even more. That civil war ended up destroying all life in the eastern part of the empire and expelling all the elves in the central part of the empire.

In the country commonly known as the "Empire of the Undead", which officially calls itself the "Revival Elven Empire" or "Immortal Empire", there are actually not a few elves left to rule for them.

Or rather, there are not many living elves to rule.

Of course, they also don't have that much territory to rule. The armies and adventurers of the Coman Empire have fought against the elven undead in the Eastern Desert for thousands of years, destroying one ancient city after another, as well as destroying the areas where the undead can rule.

During these millennia, the vice-emperor went from being a de facto ruler of the region to an honorary title. It turned into an honorary title for those who were second only to the Emperor of the Undead Empire.

Corman's anthropologists speculate that the Undead Emperor should have been most distressed by the shortcomings of the four-emperor system: he should have learned the lesson of civil war to destroy the empire and reorganize it. No one has ever heard of any kind of civil war in the Empire of the Undead.

Elven archaeologists, on the other hand, felt that "that emperor" might have finally found a way to control his ambitious subordinates, like the great emperors of the Eastern Empire. After all, the Empire of the Undead is closer to the east than the Holy Forest.

Nowadays, no one knows how many vice-emperors there are in the Empire of the Undead. But one thing is known: every Immortal will be given the position of Vice Emperor, and at the same time master a powerful army of Vice Emperors.

Now, in front of Naimon Soleton and Wei Buwu, it is such an existence.

"There aren't a few vice-emperors in the entire Undead Empire, so we can meet one here. ”

Wei Buwu clenched his teeth, stared at the front-line fortress that had been reduced to a Shura killing field, and summoned his flying sword and the paper kite around him.

"Do you have a secret weapon against this guy, Young Marshal Wei?"

"Secret weapon. Wei Buwu smiled bitterly, "Look at my hands, are they shaking? I can feel it myself." ”

Sure enough, Wei Buwu's fingers were trembling slightly uncontrollably, which reminded Naimon of the scene when he faced Zhang Futu at Murrayman.

"Facing such a powerful enemy is really going to make you tremble. ”

"It's not a trembling of excitement in the face of a strong enemy. It's just fear. ”

Wei Buwu's expression became more and more composed. He gathered all his armament and glanced again in the direction of the enemy. The elf remained at the end of the battle line, not within range of the fortress's artillery, just watching the ship he had just dropped attacking the soldiers on the walls.

"He hasn't noticed us yet. It's still too late. ”

Wei Buwu turned to Cliff, who was standing aside.

"Officer, where is the mana sustainer for this bridge?"

"...... underground"

As soon as Wei Buwu knew that Cliff knew the way, he interrupted him.

"Very well, you lead the way. Naimon, bring your most elite people, we don't have more than ten in total. Everyone else is here to organize defenses, and no matter what, hold on until the artifact left behind by Bishop Sephir is activated!"

Wei Buwu's order was close to a decisive battle.

But no one thought that this order was unreasonable: after all, it was an immortal who stood at the peak of both the undead and the caster! Compared to such a strong man, who might be five hundred years old, or even a thousand years old, several of the people present were too young novices. No one would expect a fortress garrison or a battalion or two to hold off such a formidable enemy.

"No, you can also retreat deep or outside the fortress, but try to delay as much time as possible! those who are not capable of fighting the death poison cloud, retreat as far as you can into the open area!"

Naimon added the details of the order, subconsciously clenched his pendant, and asked rhetorically, "Will this be useful for an immortal?"

"I don't know either, but it's certainly useful for his legion. Even my father didn't dare to say that he could fight against such a top-level necromancer alone. ”

They passed the order to the lieutenants, spellcasters, and clerics in the briefest form, and then rushed headlong into the staircase that led to the ground. Behind them, the roar of artillery could be heard at first, but soon the explosions fell silent, replaced by the sound of muskets firing, collapsing, and roaring.

"He's on the offensive. Hopefully they'll pull it down. ”

Cliff, who had been forced to leave his troops behind to be his guide, ran and grumbled in a low voice. The colonel, nicknamed "Rabid Dog with Severed Fingers", had the illusion that he had become a deserter.

"When we have the strength to defend against his spells, we can come back. His magic advantage in the building was too great, and a few of us plus those bishops couldn't even defend at all. ”

Wei Buwu's words also increased. Naimon remembered the two protruding fortresses that had been conquered almost instantly, and had to admit that his words were correct: the advantage of the undead vice emperor in the building was simply too great.

Skeletons, zombies, and ghosts are all very bad at conquering fortifications, but advanced casters are very good at it. Before they even could see each other's faces, the entire front had already collapsed.

"Whoop, whoop...... Which Vice Emperor is on the other side?" asked Naimon as he ran down the hallway, gasping for breath, "The Seventh Fleet should know better. ”

"I don't know, we don't know much about the undead. My father was born in Murrayman, and he may have had some research on the undead, but I didn't ......."

Suddenly, the entire fortress shook.

"Did someone blow up the explosives depot, idiot!" Cliff scolded reflexively, but then reacted again, "No, did they blow it up? ”

Wei Buwu felt threatened: "It shouldn't be an explosion. In your parlance, it's magic, earthquakes...... No, it's not. ”

Underground, they can't see what's going on outside. The Free Army soldiers, still fighting the undead commandos at the top of the fortress, were looking at the ship at the top of the fortress in amazement.

At some point, the seemingly ordinary elven mage was already standing next to the boat, half-crouching, touching the wall under his feet with one hand and holding a black-red ball of light with the other. In the light of this ball of light, the ship has fallen apart and disintegrated, and the fortress centered on it is also falling apart and disintegrating!

The soldiers retreated in astonishment, and even the attacking undead were frightened and rushed forward lifelessly. The battle lines of the two armies quickly retreated, and the people, who had not had time to flee, had a premonition, screamed hysterically, opened fire, and threw out the gunpowder belts and alchemical potions from their waists.

The elven immortal pressed down with a blank face, as if a shockwave had swept through the crowd.

The enemy's attack didn't directly eliminate the soldiers, and his attack felt like a hurricane. The ground shook, the building crumbled, the walls around it and the floor beneath it shattered—

But instead of falling to the ground, it flew towards the ball of light in his hand!

Under the influence of unknown magic, the fortress disappeared from all structures above the ground. The wall tiles around the people, the floor slabs above their heads, all flew up, flying wildly into the air, colliding with each other and becoming a mess. The masonry, the floors, the braces, the beams, and even the furniture all floated up, gradually forming the silhouette of the human form, forming the arms, legs, iron fists, and torso of this huge humanoid form...... The soldiers who didn't have time to run out of the coverage area screamed and fell in the collapse.

Naimon and Wei Buwu looked up from the walkway on the basement floor.

The corridor, which was originally located under the fortress, was suddenly exposed to broad daylight, turning from a basement passage into an open-air trench.

Directly above the trench, the invisible core of magic swirled and screamed, using the building materials of the Free Army's fortress as a material, forming a huge golem made of ruins and broken walls!

"Acceleration Technique!" Wei Buwu ordered sharply, "Colonel, how far is it? Hurry up!

"Forward, forward, under the bridge!" Cliff also ran, gasping for breath, "There's a guard ahead!"

Di Meiyi, who took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the team, silently added a fast-moving magic to the people in the team, which was not as powerful as the acceleration magic of the third rank.

"What kind of magic is this?!Tell me!"

Gripping Anne's memory bank, Naimon gave himself an acceleration spell and ran down the hallway that had turned into a trench. The entire four-story building above them vanished into thin air, and the impact on them was unusually great. The immortals on the opposite side seemed to be on a par with Wei Buwu: Wei Buwu used magic to kill a detachment, and the undead vice emperor on the opposite side used magic to disintegrate the entire fortress for his use!

Of course, the magic required to control earth and stone and to make paper is not the same.

"SiegeGolem, eighth rank magic. Golems that focus on long-range attacks can quickly absorb nearby building materials and quickly destroy non-permanent structures and fortifications within a radius of hundreds of meters......"

Listening to the commentary quickly read out by the memory bank in Annie's voice, Naimon felt like he was about to collapse like the surrounding city bricks: "The spell that can destroy the fortress like this is only the eighth rank?!"

In 1825 it was demoted to the eighth rank. ”

"Isn't that the top-level magic of the ninth rank!"

"The biggest problem with it is that it can only grab loose materials that are not enchanted and not made in one piece. After the invention of reinforced concrete, this magic could only destroy the perimeter of the fortifications. It also has the disadvantage that it lacks the hardness of ordinary golems, and cannot attack fortifications, so it can only rely on throwing to destroy more light fortifications......"

Although the voice was almost inaudible, Naimen had grasped the essence of the enemy's magic.

"It's a big catapult! Young Marshal Wei, this golem can only attack from a distance, and defend from a distance!"

"Makes sense. ”

Wei Buwu took out two talismans, pinched them between his fingers, and burned them to ashes. The paper kites flying behind him were immediately covered with a layer of glitter.

"Bounce those attacks!"

The huge siege golem threw huge punches at them as they fled. These giant fists were flying masses of rubble, masonry, and stone that followed Naimon's footsteps and slammed into the fortress buildings that had not yet collapsed. After each attack, it reuses its mana to pick up more rubble, rebuilding the golem's arm and attacking again.

"Survival!"

Wei Buwu even sacrificed his natal flying sword. He didn't dare to use this pair of flying swords to shake those flying stones, but he used the flying sword to knock the rubble away when it was obvious that the paper kite could not stop it.

These attacks failed to break through Wei Buwu's defenses, and only caused some minor injuries to Naimon. Cliff was hit in the shoulder by a brick, and Naimon tripped over the rubble once. As Anne's memory bank says, the Siege Golem is not a real Golem, it does not have the strength of a Stone Golem or an Iron Golem. If it's really a golem as huge as the Stronghold, there's no luck in hitting everyone with a single punch, but this siege golem's job is to destroy fortifications, and the second is to throw flying props.

"It's here, rush in!"

But even so, the golem was still too much of a threat to everyone. Wei Buwu's paper kites often cost twenty or thirty to barely block a rushing wall brick. The defensive magic of Naimon and Di Meiyi can't even block it, and can only be reduced to a level that is not particularly deadly. The Bishop of the Reform Society added a blessing spell to increase the jumping power of the people, and rushed into the area of the barrier in the trench that was already covered with rubble.

Two rubble flying fists easily passed through the defensive barrier and smashed into the entrance of the stairs leading to the second basement floor, narrowly missing the broken Wei Buwu.

The Siege Golem has been scratched twice in the distance, but the fort bricks can no longer be easily broken. Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the Elven Vice Emperor, who was standing on the shoulders of the siege golem, gave an order in ancient elven language, crossed the front of the chaotic fortress, and strode in the direction of the phase bridge.

"Crack!"

The Undead Vice Emperor raised his hand and smashed it on the floor of the fortress.

In the face of such a top-level magic attack, the composite defensive magic that protected the second basement layer shattered into countless powders like stained glass hitting stones. The basement floor that had lost its magical protection was instantly disintegrated by the magic of the siege golem, turning into countless rubble and flying into the sky, forming the golem's particularly huge right arm.

The Elven Immortal's one-blow cleavage also destroyed the magical mechanism that connected the Phase Bridge to the Powered Device. The bridge, deprived of its magical supply, flickered, bursting with uncontrollable colored light and finally slowly vanished.

It was the first time since the construction of the phase bridge that it had unexpectedly disappeared, except for planned maintenance and testing.

The entire phase port saw this scene.

Bai Ruisi was high above the distant Westport bridgehead, looking at the suddenly disappearing phase bridge, and vaguely felt that something was about to happen. Her first instinct was to think of her own being, Archbishop Bonnie Sefir. Although she has no memory, no magic, and no knowledge, she still retains some of her ontology's intuition.

"Is there a big war going on?"

Thinking so, she cowered back into the crowd. Bridreth knew that it wasn't necessarily safer in the crowd in this environment, but she still had the confidence to leave here when something happened.

In the pitch black sea, which she could not see, there was a huge ship with bright lights sailing against the tide.

The ship somehow penetrated the flank of the undead fleet, and a whole detachment followed behind it, but none of them were able to catch up with it.

On the bow of the giant ship, an old man in military uniform stood alone.

The gray-haired old marshal stood at the bow of the ship, sniffing the familiar smell of dead ash in the sea breeze, and holding a black, unenchanted disc in his hand.

Seeing that the light of the phase bridge was extinguished, he raised his hand and tossed twice on the disc, adjusting the relative position of the inner and outer circles.

"Is it time to decide the winner? It seems that the dog is not enough to achieve this result. ”

He flicked it twice, smiled, put the black Dunjia disc back into his pocket, and turned his gaze in the direction of Donggang.

"Inform the fleet. The East Harbor has reached its most dangerous time. The hexagram is ninety-five, and the enemy army has at least one vice-emperor. ”

A dragon-shaped tattoo suddenly appeared on the old marshal's right arm.

"Come on, 'open up'!"

It was the name of a flying sword that few people had ever heard of.

At this time, the Vice Emperor of the Undead Empire had ordered his Siege Golem to open the charging chamber that drove the Phase Bridge. From the point of view of him standing on the shoulders of the giant golem, the huge room with the ceiling torn off, full of crystals and magical machinery, looked like a broken bowl.

This room was supposed to have a strong defense, a well-trained guard, and the mages on duty to recharge the bridge were no slouch. However, no one expected that the opposite side would attack in the violent form of cracking and lifting the roof. In the original estimate of the defenders, there were only two forms of fighting: street battles in the face of a large army siege, or decapitation battles in the face of an elite raid by small detachments of adventurers.

This is the charging chamber of the most sophisticated phase bridge! How could anyone have torn it down so rudely?

But the elven immortal did it without hesitation, as if he were in a hurry.

The defenders throughout the room were in disarray. Some people blindly shoot guns or throw ranged magic at the giant creations in front of them. Of course, for a siege rubble golem that had already taken shape, such an attack was pointless, and it could only be used to knock some pieces from the giant golem.

Others, including the senior officers who had just stormed the charging room, were gathering in front of the charging machine in a panic. Most of the line to the phase bridge was destroyed, and the entire phase bridge suddenly stopped, which seemed to have dealt a big blow to them. Generally speaking, there is a high probability that such a large magic guide will explode on the spot if there is a problem.

The Immortal, dressed like an ordinary elven archmage, stood on the golem's shoulders and looked around the room, as if searching for something. He whispered a few words to the golem, and did not rush to attack, but instructed the golem made of rubble to kneel, his fists ready to fire, and he lowered himself to a lower height, shouting something in a haughty ancient elven voice.

Except for two or three bishops in the room, no one in the room could understand the language of the Vice Emperor of the Undead Empire.

In fact, now they don't have the energy to listen either.

"I'm ready on my side. Now it's just up to you to control his movements. Wei Buwu pointed a magic weapon in his hand at the sky, and all the defensive magic and Dao techniques on his body were turned on to the maximum, "We are not unprepared. ”

Naimon nodded and smiled bitterly, "It seems that there is enough energy." But I don't know if I can really hold such a big guy. ”

Naimon removes the chain containing Anne's memory from the charging device. The essence of the sapphire pendant that holds Anne's memory is so high that removing it won't even interrupt the transmission of energy.

Even the voice in Anne's memory bank seemed a little excited and high-pitched.

"Are you really sure to unleash the other powers of this gem?"

Naimon did not hesitate to confirm. In the face of an immortal and undead vice-emperor who can use nine levels of magic at his fingertips, there is no point in keeping it.

"Let's get started!"

Hearing this, Wei Buwu immediately threw out the talisman in his hand.

"Skystar!"

A little starlight flew straight into the sky, but it didn't fly towards the Vice Emperor of the Undead.

The Elven Immortal glanced at the thing with disdain, recognizing what it was. As soon as his mind moved, the huge right arm of the siege rubble golem stood between the starlight and himself.

He said two more words in the Old Elven language, his tone impatient.

Then, his face suddenly became solemn.

The memory bank sapphire in Naimon's hand had begun to change color. A great amount of magic wrapped around the perimeter of the pendant, dyeing the blue gem a brilliant white.

"Finally, unzip it!

The Vice Emperor of the Undead Empire could not hear the excited cries of Anne's memory. He just stared at the gem in disbelief, muttering a few words in the Old Elf.

Then, he finally realized that everyone didn't understand the Old Elf, and replaced it with the common language of Koman.

"Your Majesty the One Emperor...... Why?!you, what did you do, what do you know?!"

The Elven Immortal jerked his hand up.

But the pendant in Naimon's hand flashed, and the vice emperor snorted, raised his hand into a fist, and suddenly stopped in front of his chest to salute. He snorted, subconsciously chanting staccato words in the ancient elven language, but eventually fell to his knees.

This powerful immortal bowed his head in front of the soul pendant in Naimon's hand.

Not only himself, but even the huge golem he controlled maintained a half-kneeling posture, bowing his head slightly in salute.

No, it's more than that. Even the entire East Harbor, as well as everyone in the undead detachment closest to the East Harbor, felt the will of the Vice Emperor, and they stopped fighting almost at the same time, half-crouching and bowing their heads in fists.

Everyone looked at this completely unreasonable sight in amazement.

The few clerics and scholars who could understand some of the Old Elves were particularly shocked. They vaguely realized that the Overseer of Nammon Soleton was not holding a sacred weapon to repel the undead legions.

Only the elven immortal seemed very struggling, anxious, and flustered.

He alternated between the Old Elves and the Common Cockman language, as if looking for a suitable way to ask. All the words used in his few words also seem to be controlled by some custom or etiquette, and appear very formal.

"Your Majesty...... No, I received the command...... Why, this battle, to ...... No, Your Majesty the Emperor, such a decision is ...... for the Empire You know, that thing is going to mean...... No. Why is my legion here?!Why isn't that guy here?Is this actually your Majesty's order?No, are you Your Majesty or ......?"

The questions were so messy and disorganized that Naimon couldn't understand what he meant, so he silently turned to Anne's memory bank for help in his mind.

"Annie, what's going on? He's been talking about Your Majesty, what the hell is going on?"

The memory bank snorted softly in Anne's voice, "All you have to do is command him to say, 'You, obey'!"

After charging the energy, even the memory bank looks unusually tough.

Naimon, who couldn't figure out what was going on, had to learn Anne's tone and say, "You, comply." ”

The elven immortal clearly understood this.

His expression became more anxious, and his speech became more confused: "That's not right! You don't understand...... I, I'm not saying disobedience! I'm going to obey! I mean it's not right...... It's not wrong, it's wrong! Everything is wrong, it's not in line with the prophecy, it's a trap! Soon the star will ...... Wait, does that prophecy mean - no, give the order quickly!"

In mid-air, a huge figure suddenly appeared at the position where the "Celestial Star" was launched by the guard.

Now that the entire Donggang Fortress and Phase Bridge have been extinguished, this figure is particularly eye-catching.

The huge figure was an old man with a white beard, riding a two-winged dragon made of paper. Around this paper dragon, there are golden phoenixes and golden phoenixes formed by folding gold paper.

On his right arm, a miniature light dragon made of sharp blades is entwined.

"My dragon, break through!" Wei Taiping said, "Kill it—"

"Stupid!" the elven immortal jerked to his feet, "Ask for self-defense! Golem Assault, and—"

Their gazes may alternate in the darkless night.

"—open up!"

Naimon heard the elven immortal shouting something in elven language.

But he couldn't finish shouting.

The huge siege golem, with countless tons of rubble, rushed towards Wei Taiping standing on the paper dragon.

But Wei Taiping is no longer on the dragon.

The marshal of the Seventh Fleet, together with his sword, turned into a shigosaurus glowing with silver light, piercing the throat of the undead vice emperor.

Behind him, the siege golem turned into countless rubble, piercing through almost all the paper dragons, paper phoenixes, and paper phoenixes, drawing a parabola in the night sky, rushing past where the original phase bridge should be, and crashing into the sea.

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