Standing in the middle of the endless army of the undead, Merlin raised his head trembling all over, looking at the lonely and indifferent figure in the sky, with a painful expression on his face.

"Oh my god, Artoria...... What's going on, and why is this happening?"

But Artoria ignored the old man's fright, she raised the sword in her hand, felt the power she had never felt before, and murmured, "There will be no failure." ”

Huge icebergs, cracked behind her.

The iceberg of the Ice Throne, which was thousands of meters high, clattered and shattered into countless cracks. Then the huge ice that peeled off and exploded fell like a meteorite, and in the midst of the earth-shattering loud noise, a huge black bone claw poked out of the ice.

This is followed by the head, wings, body...... As the behemoth, which was hundreds of meters long, roared and let out a loud roar that shook the sky, the dark blue soul flame ignited its whole body. Under the force of the Lich King's death, the resurrected frostbone dragon had no choice but to kneel and swear allegiance to Artoria.

This is the ancient evil god who died in the hands of Qin Hao 10,000 years ago, and its body fell here with Qin Hao. But Qin Hao didn't die, and it didn't die either, just with endless pain and suffering, it was locked in the ice throne by Qin Hao.

At this time, with the birth of the Lich King, Qin Hao released the seal of this evil god, allowing it to awaken from its slumber and be enslaved by Artoria.

Standing above the head of the frost dragon, Artoria looked at the distant sky and clenched the sword in her hand, "This time, I won't fail again!"

And her power soon got a place to use. When she returned to the camp with Merlin, she saw a strange dead silence, and a fishy smell wafted through the air. Merlin's face changed instantly.

The old wizard rushed into the camp and let out a frightened cry, "Evil God...... You...... How did you end up here?"

Artoria walked into the camp with a cold expression, and saw corpses and blood everywhere, as well as the woman who was smiling at the top of the tent. The evil god's strange eyes, with the superiority of looking down on the ants, this evil god looked at the frightened Merlin, enjoying the horror of mortals.

"Of course I'm here to hunt you down, princess and god guardian of Britain, do you two still want us to ignore such identities? Isn't it normal to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots? Even if it is to completely destroy Britain. There's no way we're going to let you two threats, right?" the evil god licked the blood from his hand and smiled, "Or do you two naively think that you two can escape by hiding here?"

Artoria snorted coldly and stepped forward, "Chase?" are you sure it's a chase, not a death?"

The evil god's expression froze, "Princess of Britain, are you stupid? Or do you dare to ...... evil to us?"

The latter words, she said. Because she looked at the sword in Artoria's hand. With a frightened expression, "Wind ...... Wind Fantasy: How is it possible? How can you find this sword?"

"There's a lot more you can't think of, evil god!"

Artoria sneered, and her whole body turned into a streamer and rushed forward.

Undead Ancient Sword: Wind Bells!

Sharp sword wind. Instantly enveloping the entire camp, the evil god let out a painful howl, and was torn into explosive pieces in disbelief, "You...... How is that possible? Even if it's a wind fantasy. How could you possibly have such power?"

"Of course I don't have that much power," Artoria stopped looking at the corpse of the evil god, and turned straight towards the corpses of her subordinates. "I'm just borrowing the power of my master. ”

With a pale face and bloodless face, Artoria stood between the corpses in the place, took a deep breath, held the rune sword in her left hand, and stretched out her right hand forward.

A dark glow swirled around her hand, then gradually picking up speed. Then, in the cold moonlight, these dark glows gradually deepened, changed their tone, and finally turned into an evil cold power that blended deep purple and blood red.

The entangled force of death, cold and powerful, rolled and snaked like a snake along her fingers as Artoria reigned, plunging headlong into the earth.

Poof――

Dirt splattered.

The consciousness of the spirit spread out at that moment, enveloping the entire messy camp. And then the gurgling of bones, the corpses that fell to the ground, the corpses that were bleeding dry, the corpses that had mutilated a body part...... All the corpses in the camp that had been attacked staggered to their feet.

Their eyes glowed evil in the darkness, their bodies reddened with dried blood, and some of the hapless ones even had mutilated limbs. But in any case, the dead all staggered to their feet, gathered around their new masters, and waited for Artoria's orders.

A cold wind swept through the camp of death, among the shadows of the dead. Artoria frowned as she looked at the undead horse that had been resurrected in front of her, the poor horse had been killed by the evil god not long ago, and there was even a slight warmth in the blood.

But now, under the power of death, it stood up on its front legs, and red flames burned in its hollow eye sockets. It looked at Artoria, its head shaking and leaping up, its body bad, but rejuvenated by the support of spiritism.

Riding the skeletal horse, Artoria took Lancelot, Gawain, and all the warriors who had been loyal to her in her lifetime, and disappeared into the Arctic blizzard.

"Let's go home. ”

In the night sky, several undead bone dragons flew through the clouds, casting huge shadows on the earth in the cold moonlight. And after that, the undead poured in from all over the mountains, and followed their masters to the shores of the North Pole, leaving the world that had been shrouded in wind and snow for many years.

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The winter snow in the Arctic is icy and bitterly cold, and the air is filled with chilling low temperatures. It was the edge of the Endless Sea, the southernmost part of the Arctic, and the site of Artoria's landing.

Standing here, the whole world seems to be divided into two completely different worlds. With the rough sea in front of you and the white world of ice and snow behind you, the long coastline is the boundary between the two worlds.

A bitter cold wind swept through the ruined earth, making the cloak behind Artoria a hunting sound.

Riding on a skeleton warhorse, the view was as bleak as a ghost in this cold, dead and silent snowy world. The icy waters constantly lapped against the rocks along the shore, turning into countless tiny droplets in the cold moonlight.

Not far away, several icebergs can be seen floating in the icy waters. A few tall wooden ships were scattered along the shore, the same ships they had been riding in, but it was clear that the few ships were not enough to carry all the undead.

Lancelot looked at his Highness hesitantly, with a hint of worry on his pale face, "Your Highness......"

Artoria pondered for a moment, jumped off the skeleton army, and walked to the beach step by step, "There is a way. ”

She pulled out the illusion of the wind, the runic sword of the skeleton swirling with icy blue power in her hand. The power of death was so powerful that it was beyond anyone's imagination, and all the undead couldn't help but fall to their knees, trembling in the sudden wind.

Artoria raised the Wind Illusion in her hand, the wind of energy blowing her hair and her cloak hunting. The terrible wind seemed to be able to see the girl's petite body blowing away at any moment.

But Artoria didn't take a step back, she raised her sword high, and the blue energy light illuminated the entire coast, like a round of cold sun, making the whole heaven and earth clear.

Click――

With a loud bang, the runic sword in Artoria's hand plunged into the ice beneath her feet. The moment the ice cracked, it was frozen by the icy power, and the power of death spread wildly along the ice, almost instantaneously into the unfrozen water.

Click-click-

With a piercing sound, under the gaze of all the undead, the originally cold and vast sea surface was suddenly enveloped by the cold power, and the speed visible to the naked eye quickly covered a layer of ice. Almost instantly, the area of this frozen sea spread to the end of the line of sight, beyond everyone's imagination.

Once the entire sea had been completely frozen, Artoria pulled out the illusion of the wind, turned back to the back of the skeleton horse, and stepped on the solid ice first. Behind him, countless undead surged like a tidal wave, following the Lich King's footsteps towards the human world.

A tall and sturdy troll with a snow-white body, a spider-man who is four or five meters tall like a giant spider monster, a tall abomination stitched together by countless corpses, a maggot-white acolyte on the surface of his body, an acolyte of mysteries, a huge and sturdy siege grinder, a flying gargoyle, and a huge undead bone dragon...... The tidal wave of the undead is terrifying beyond the imagination of all the living.

Once these undead completely flood into the human world, it will be a disaster.

Merlin looked at the qiē in front of him, his lips trembling and falling into unspeakable fear. He wanted to escape, he wanted to go back and warn the living people on the mainland, he wanted to tell the others that the princess of Bristan had become an evil servant.

But he was locked up.

The pitch-black chains put him behind the meat grinder, and the chains with magic runes attached to them could not even break free from the strength of the gods. And several eerie acolytes surrounded him, suppressing his resistance with their evil power imbued with the power of death.

He could only watch this qiē and let out a painful wail, "The gods are above, why did it become like this!" (To be continued......