"What do you say? The second and third layers of defense were ignited? Ignited by something? Is it a large-scale war spell summoned by vampire psionics? ”

In Plague Town, the Flesh Ripper who had fallen asleep early because of his age was woken up by a panicked disciple when he received a thunderbolt from the sky, and the Transansians had launched an attack on its defenses tonight without warning.

And it's a devastating attack.

This was evident from the panic on his apprentice's ugly face, and the scale of the battle tonight was extraordinary.

However, it is still impossible to understand why the Transans suddenly have such a level of battlefield destructive power, and they can only gnaw at their outposts by relying on the repeated onslaught of the infantry to gnaw at their perimeter posts.

"They used strange weapons!"

The gnoll warlock who came to report the news described it in his own confused language:

"The vampires carried the bombs that could cause mass combustion on their backs, and they took full advantage of the fact that they could fly, taking off from the deep trench line outside the swamp and all the way over our outer layer.

Almost all the sentry posts along the way were set ablaze by their bombardment.

It happened so fast that our necros and knights didn't have time to react.

And the weapons they use aren't psionic items, and the defenses we've set up at the sentry post don't work well against them, and those damn flames don't go out anytime soon when they ignite.

They will attach themselves to our skeletons and zombies and burn until they are incinerated until they are incapacitated.

They also have a very vicious 'flowering bomb' that does not cause an incendiary explosion, but like fireworks, any point of sticking to the shrouded area will render a skeleton warrior incapacitated.

Tearing Meat Adult!

Those cunning vampires have clearly developed weapons against our skeleton army, and we've suffered a lot of damage! ”

"And what are you going me to do for you?"

After hearing this description, Tearing Meat suddenly became angry.

The gnoll warlock said in a wicked voice:

"This is already the case, can I summon meteorites all over the sky and crush them all to death? Bastard! Can you still get in touch with the corpse witches and knights of the second and third layers of defense? ”

"Yes, but not much."

The warlock who told the news shrank his head and said:

"Of the 45 Witches and Knights of Hades we have placed on the second and third floors, only 7 of them are still in contact with us, and the rest have been captured alive or killed, and their souls have returned to their respective life boxes."

"In other words, most of the outer command system has been destroyed?"

Tearing the meat is another headache.

The situation is very awkward at the moment.

Obviously, there are enough skeleton armies available on the periphery, and it is clear that their strength has not been destroyed much, but they just can't command it.

Like a lobotomy giant, still with the power to sweep across the earth but lying in his lair as an aggrieved vegetative person, letting the damned ants around him run up and humiliate them.

Of course, Rip Flesh can use the Plague Warlock Tower to give precise orders to the skeleton army in a certain area, and even if necessary, it can rely on the assistance of the mage tower to make a cameo appearance as a "Lich King", and regather the skeleton army to launch a counterattack by its own will instead of the subordinate command node.

But it can't do that now.

For one, performing this operation requires tearing oneself as part of the technique, and it cannot leave the manipulative core until the end of the war.

This will make the meat tearing a live target at this stage.

To be honest, it didn't believe that its ambitious apprentices would let go of this "good opportunity", maybe the moment it entered the control technique, it would be attacked by these bastards, no, no, maybe, its apprentices really could do such a thing!

Second, theoretically speaking, all the power of the entire Plague Town has been torn and "sold" to the "Explorer", and it has nothing to do with whether the people here are dead or alive.

This allows Tear Meat to calmly look at all this from a third-party perspective that is "none of its business".

It quickly came to a terrifying conclusion.

That is, tonight's bombardment is only the first step in the Translansian war against the town of Plague, and in the case of the paralysis of the two outer layers of defense, those Trantian barbarians who are not afraid of death will definitely fight into the last line of defense in one go, and the wandering skeleton army will not be able to deal with them at all.

Maybe the swamp war will end sooner than he thought? And for now, it seems that the hope of victory is not on the side of the jackals.

Tearing Flesh narrowed his eyes.

He knew it was time for him to pack his things.

But it's not ready to run away, it's about pushing everything it has carefully planned to the next stage.

He has already obtained the remains of the King of Biting Bone, but it is not satisfied, after all, the sacred place of creation is in front of him and he has already entered it once, so who can be willing to let it go like this?

"Go, the outer line of defense is gone, let the warlocks in the town enter the last layer of defense to hold on! I'll be here to prepare a 'surprise' for the Translancians. ”

Tear Meat made a decision and gave an order to the warlock in front of him.

Its complete abandonment of the outer line of defense left its apprentices wide-eyed.

, is this an open swing?

The two-tiered line of defense that took so long to build and the sentry posts that held key positions were so bad?

Obviously, all you need to do is send troops out to take the sentry post, and once the two armies are engaged, how can those cowardly living be the opponents of the Skeleton Army, which will not be feared? Are you crazy, old man?

"Look at what! Execute the order to go! ”

Tearing the flesh and glaring coldly, this stupid person who was still stunned.

The latter was agitated, did not dare to stay any longer, pulled his hood and turned around and limped out.

After the slanderous creature left, Ripper tapped the staff of decay on the ground with the staff of soul decay in his hand, sealing the windows and activating the barrier to prevent prying eyes.

After doing all this, the meat tearer staggered to the heart of his area.

It activates the earthy yellow crystals suspended in front of your eyes.

This thing is the centerpiece of the mage tower and the town's psionic defenses, but it wasn't made by the gnolls themselves.

This pattern and color of the shield were clearly the work of the Earth Priests of the Silver Dwarves, who alone had the skill to carve so many incredible patterns into the gem and shape it into the core of a mage tower without destroying the gem's integrity.

In fact, this is the unique skill of the silver dwarves, more than seventy percent of the mage towers on this continent were designed and built by the Gaia priests of the silver dwarves, thinking that when the mage tower under the feet of the flesh was not abandoned hundreds of years ago, there should be a group of silver dwarves stationed here.

With the light sound of the crystal, the Ripper contacted his apprentice, who was still busy in the construction tower.

It asks:

"My most gifted disciple, tell me, how long will it take for our 'king' to wake up?"

"I don't know!"

Lame Paw gave a terrible answer.

But that doesn't mean that the corpse constructor is making fun of the stuffy man, in fact the lame paw really doesn't know, and it replied in a crazy way:

"In order to provide my king with a sufficient source of power, I have stuffed all the vampire hearts I have into his body.

This method is very effective, and the power from Midnight is already flowing in my king's shriveled body, but even the operation of nearly twenty vampire hearts fused together will not be able to power this heavenly golden body for long!

I can't guarantee that my king will have the combat power he had when he wakes up, so I can only increase his destructive power as much as possible.

Tearing the flesh, I need some of the venom of Ningki Nanka to act as the 'blood' flowing in my king's shriveled body, the venom of those legendary creatures will not only provide my king with plenty of power, but also give him the ability to manipulate toxin corrosion and toxin rain.

No matter who you're going to use it against, with these abilities you'll be able to achieve your goals faster!

Bring it to me!

If you can, find me some more powerful vampire hearts.

Ah, our time is so short, what a perfect material! If I had given me a little more time, it would have been the most perfect masterpiece of my life! ”

"It's a shame that I don't have that much time."

Hearing that the lame claw was making good progress, Tearing Meat suddenly relaxed a lot in his heart, and it let out a sigh of relief, and said:

"I'll send those fresh venoms over, you hurry up and get my king back to prowess, we need the greatest leader of the Gnolls to fight again for his unsuccessful offspring.

Yes.

For the last time.

By the way, you've been trying to awaken my king's body, but what about its soul? Without the soul of the King of Biting Bone, this shell would not be able to achieve true feats. ”

"If you don't come back, tear the flesh."

This time Rao was lame and crazy, and his words also carried a strong depression.

It says:

"I've tried thirteen ways to try all the spiritualism rituals in the Ghost Grimome you gave me, but my king's soul that fell into Hades didn't respond, as if it wasn't in Hades at all, which is extremely rare.

Tear the meat

You say, do you say that the soul of my king still wanders in the world of the living? ”

Hearing the question of the lame claw, the flesh tearing heart suddenly chuckled.

A rather astonishing conjecture immediately came to its mind, if the Lord of Biters ended up in the Land of the Creator, would it be possible that the soul of the Lord of Biters would still be trapped in the same place?

Maybe that's why that damn explorer wouldn't allow himself to follow him into the depths of the Land of Creation.

The dog mongrels of Twilight want to trap the greatest soul of the Gnoll Clan and force it to serve them.

Ah, shit!

The flesh was torn and the claws were tightened.

It felt like it might have guessed a hint of the "truth", however, it couldn't have told Lame Paw about the Land of Creation.

This guy's brain is already completely broken, and God knows if it's going to spread the word everywhere?

Therefore, in the face of the lame paw's inquiry, after a moment of silence, he said:

"I don't know, after all, I'm just an ordinary gnoll warlock, and I don't know much about the mysteries of death, maybe only the priests from the Moon Holy City can answer your question.

Well, if you don't have a soul, you don't have a soul, anyway, as long as the golden body can move, it's enough.

You continue to be busy, waiting for my news. ”

With that, Ripper immediately cut off the communication between the two mage towers, and it walked around its "bedroom" with a complicated excitement.

At this moment, he left behind the attacks of the Translancians, the threat of Plaguetown, the change of control of the swamp, and so on.

Since returning from the Land of Creation, Rip Flesh has become less and less concerned about these "human" things, and it is like a young man who has stolen the forbidden fruit, and his whole heart is set on the transcendent things that people can't help but pursue.

After a few minutes of reflection, and making sure that all plans had been taken into account, Tear Meat picked up the pearl bracelet that he used to contact the explorer again.

It activated the thing and waited patiently for a response, and began to wonder what the hell the bastard was doing in the sacred land of creation?

Is it studying the obscure knowledge left behind by the Creator?

Or are you unearthing some ancient artifact powerful enough to change the world?

Ah, what a lucky dog mongrel!

But it doesn't matter, soon, he'll be the Explorers to be qualified to meet the wonders of the Creator, which they gnolls deserve!

In such aimless thought, it took minutes for the communication to be connected.

The explorer on the other side was not angry that he was disturbed, on the contrary, he responded with great interest:

"Ah, Your Excellency, what's going on out there? To be honest, I don't care much about the outside anymore, you don't know, I've just learned to use the sophisticated miracles of the Land of Creation and use them to prepare myself an unimaginably sumptuous dinner.

My poor taste buds can't even describe the colorful taste.

I also used the private bathroom that I was very likely to leave for the Creator.

All I can tell you is that our Creator really will enjoy life. ”

"Huh?"

Tearing the flesh will make the whole person blind.

Cooking dinner with the power of the Creator?

Using someone's bathroom?

Scald!

Do you know what the fuck you're doing?

In the sanctuary of the world's closest to the true gods, instead of pursuing those precious knowledge, you waste your time on these meaningless things?

You bastard has a way to die!

Lao Tzu, this means that the great creator will kill you as a descendant!

A nameless fire ignited in its flesh-torn old body, and it thought that if it had obtained the qualifications to meet the land of creation, it would never be so indulgent.

Driven by this thought, the only remaining guilt in the flesh's heart disappeared.

It said in its own slow voice:

"You guessed right, explorer, there's something going on outside. The Transians attacked us with strange weapons, and the three layers of defense were paralyzed twice overnight, and they may be near Plague Town tomorrow.

I have an agreement with Lord Yuan, and I also have an agreement with you, I will hand over all the power under my command to you to use, but if you don't come back to preside over the overall situation, I'm afraid you won't be able to receive decent power in the future.

You see, after all, I've got the remains of the Biting King, and I can leave at any time."

"They're coming? So fast? ”

There was also a hint of caution in the explorer's constant chewing on something, and he clicked and chewed on something crisp like a snack, and asked:

"So, tell me, is Lord Murphy among them?"

"How do I know?"

Tearing Flesh snorted and said:

"But my disciples have monitored the activities of the Treants in the swamp, and there are many vampires roaming the darkness, so I guess that the lord will come, after all, it is a surprise attack carried out by his elite.

For such a big event, he deserves to be there. ”

"Very well, I'm going to go back."

The explorer replied crisply:

"Anyway, the cracker has been activated, and I won't get a result for a while, so I can only enjoy this depraved good life here, maybe it's time to move my hands and feet.

Keep your people sticking and I'll be there soon.

Plaguetown is destined to be the burial place of Lord Murphy, and his death will delight my seductive but moody superiors, and even the whole evening will rejoice at my small victory.

This backwooded rat lord has gotten us in a lot of trouble, and God knows why his vampire senses are always so precise in catching our tracks.

Ha, maybe you were born to rush, but it doesn't matter.

His Excellency Murphy will undoubtedly be the most suffocating lord of this era, he should have had a legendary life, but unfortunately, he messed with the wrong people. ”

"When will you come back, give me a specific time, and I can arrange my evacuation."

The flesh-tearing did not hide his purpose at all, and said in the straight and rough tone that a jackal should have:

"This is about to be left in ruins in your battle with the vampires, and I'm not going to bury you."

"Two days, three days at most."

The explorer returned to his previous relaxed and prodigal posture, and as he chewed something, he said to the lame paw:

"I'll let you know before I arrive, if you want me to bring you some Creator's snack?" This thing is symbolically the real 'food of the gods'.

This thing called 'potato chips' is really great and I highly recommend you give it a try.

The 'bottomless pit' snack jar that the Creator gave Him was filled with this stuff.

There are all kinds of flavors.

You see, the Creator loves this snack, and I do, so doesn't that mean I'm no different from the Creator? ”

"Transgression! Arrogant! Lunatic! ”

When he heard the explorer compare himself to the Creator, the disgust in the flesh-tearing heart grew stronger.

Does this bastard really know what he's talking about?

How dare you slander the God who created the world in such a disrespectful and even blasphemous tone

Wait a minute!

Tearing flesh blinked suddenly.

It seems to have inadvertently figured out a very important issue, Twilight is bent on seeing the world destroyed, so the real enemy of these guys is the power left by the Creator.

The explorer seeks the land of creation not for knowledge at all, he only wants to destroy it!

Ha!

I see.

O great Creator, please give me the strength of this old gnoll, bless my actions, and watch how I punish the bastard cultist who has destroyed your majesty in your great name.

Yes!

Evil and evil also have to be separated!

And it rips flesh, this time it will stand on the unparalleled moral high ground and impose righteous sanctions on the most damned bastards!

Well, the scenery from this moral high ground is really good, no wonder so many people like to stand here and point fingers at the whole world.

(End of chapter)