The black lotus burned on Dracula's head again, and as the flames slowly unfolded, a rare white flame floated in the center.

The soul-shaking pressure spread out in all directions, and Field's face was full of horror. This Black Lotus!! This pressure !! Tremblingly, he pointed at the old necromancer, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he made a muffled sound of drinking.

"You!! You... It's Sargeras Wrong!! ”

The last word seemed to use all of Field's strength, and he shouted hoarsely. The two dilated pupils were extremely constricted, and there was an innumerable amount of deep fear inside. The knightly nun behind him listened to Field's roar and looked at him in embarrassment, and the young man panicked, not knowing what magic a name could carry. The older ones sat directly on the ground, trembling all over, as if there were hideous demons crawling out of hell in front of them, and only fear could not tolerate anything else!

Sargeras Injustice, a name imprinted with the deepest magic, was the origin of the Scarlet Expedition of the Divine Court a hundred years ago. Legend has it that a hundred years ago, there were a total of eighteen great shrines in the Divine Court, which surrounded the Marfa continent and sprinkled the supreme glory throughout the world. However, the unjust prison and his necromancer troops, leading countless undead creatures, made the most brutal trampling on the Divine Court.

The Fourteen Great Temples were destroyed at his hands, and countless believers were slaughtered at the feet of his cold army of the undead. After death, even the soul cannot be saved, or it is divided and devoured by the undead, or it is bound and degenerated into a member of the undead, and there is no liberation forever!

For the Divine Court, this name represents a bright red shame, a blood-colored epic, and a dark fear. As soon as that black lotus opened, countless lives fell.

"A hundred years ago, the Divine Court seemed to call me that! Such a long time has passed, and it has not been forgotten. ”

Degu stretched out his hand and grasped the bone wand that was constantly trembling and howling, and after a little recollection, he said lightly.

"You... Wasn't it already banished a hundred years ago!! ”

Field's whole body was stiff like a corpse, his face was all blue and black, his lips were pursed, and a trembling and staccato voice came from his mouth, as if he had been frightened by the constant blows, and had been like a taut string, and his expression was abnormally distorted.

"Since he was exiled, of course he will be able to return today."

The necromancer's face was still flat, and he didn't try to hide the facts, so he said as a matter of course. The lotus flower above his head completely bloomed to the limit, and a total of fourteen pitch-black lotus leaves burned into a large black fire, with a faint white light flashing in the middle.

Stretching out the hand holding the wand, just a little towards the sky, the four-winged light angel was directly shattered and dissipated, and the sky of the Doji slowly closed, returning to a chaotic pitch black. As if the last pillar had been broken, Field's stiff body softened and he stood loosely, his face covered with sluggishness, as if he had been frightened mad.

Drawing back the wand that points to the sky, the black fire above his head melted into the black gem that snapped into the mouth of the skeleton at the top, and the flickering of the stars was extinguished, reducing the pitch black of the source. Dracula's head burned alone with pale flames, and the unshielded soul coercion made everyone in the Divine Court fall to the ground and couldn't move. Field remained still, motionless, and the knightly nun had lost her only source of salvation, and her face was finally full of despair.

Lord, where are you and why don't you save your believers.

"Open, Dark Door. Again, Death's Breath! ”

The necromancer opened his mouth and murmured faintly, his eyes revealing the most primordial life and death, like two pitch-black fires, melting through the obstacles and burning in the void. The Bone Staff was thrust into the ground by him, and two flames erupted from the skeleton's eyes, igniting flames more than 10 feet long in the sky. Twisted and burned, and finally transformed into a door to the sky, and countless bones could be faintly seen in the flames.

In the earth-shattering sound, with the decaying dust, the door of the flame finally slowly opened. The sound of friction was like a death prayer brought by the devil, vibrating the eardrums and hearts of the people of the divine court. Despair grows stronger.

The door was completely open, and the breath of death was blowing like a tornado. Countless howls and wails rolled in the still-weak air, making everyone feel like live fish on the shore, pumping and struggling in vain.

Countless white skeletons dressed in tattered armor slowly walked out of it one by one, waving a burst of broken bones from time to time, making a clattering collision demonstration.

A group of black knights in pitch-black armor rode symbiotic bone horses, two green soul flames on the visor burned quietly, and the sitting bone horses stepped out neatly, and the huge horse chopping knife in their hands echoed from time to time with the wails of resentful spirits.

Then on either side of the Black Knight, a mass of ghouls struggled to squeeze through it, corrosive saliva burning on the ground and bursts of green smoke, and a strong corpse stench wafting from the hideous mouth.

Above the undead brigade, countless gargoyles roared out, screaming and hiding, covering the entire sky like a tidal wave. Then several hundred-meter-long bone dragons with a disgusting death breath, struggled to crush countless undead, silently hissed, squeezed out of the gate, and then spread their wings and soared into the sky, flying wantonly in the sky composed of gargoyles.

The army, the living army of the undead, has broken through a hundred years of decay and re-entered the world from the other world.

Like the neatest legion, standing quietly behind the necromancer, without a sound, dead and silent. Countless turquoise soul fires, silently drumming, were full of greed and longing for the blood soul of the living thing in front of them.

Greedy thirst, ** greed. The people of the Divine Court clearly felt the meaning from inside, food, they were the food that the hordes of undead longed for the most. The fear finally reached its limit, and the original will to survive broke through the coercion, whether it was a knight or a nun, whether strong or weak, they all struggled to get up and fled frantically.

The army of the undead still stands, only the soul fire is burning, and groups of gargoyles hang upside down on various angel sculptures, mocking and eerie.

Dracula looked at the panicked crowd in front of him, revealing a faint smile, but the corners of his mouth were all cold and looking down. Stretch out your withered hand and gently point forward.

The army of the undead immediately let out a burst of bones colliding, rushing forward like a torrent, countless turquoise soul fires seemed to burn out of their eyes, complete greed and desire, the purpose of survival is to pursue fresh flesh and soul.

Gargoyles hung everywhere, making strange chirps and spreading their wings full of holes, but they flew into the sky with a black cloud chasing after the people who tried to escape into the temple. Behind him, several bone dragons followed unhurriedly. With their emperor-like position, there is no need to snatch it hard, and the results of the battle will naturally have their share of the majority, the undead realm, and the rank represents the most original authority.

The old, weak, women and children, the slower ones who fled were quickly caught up by the undead, and now no one in the Divine Court pays attention to any glory, and the selfishness of human nature is completely exposed, pushing, trampling, and dragging, and there are constantly nuns who fall to the ground, and then are overwhelmed by the undead who are rushing in.

In the twisted wails, shattered into messy corpses, countless undead souls blushed under a large amount of scattered blood, trying to be tainted with supreme enjoyment. The blood was scattered on the gray bones, making a sizzling boiling sound, and then blending into it, making the soul fire more eager and more crazy to chase. The soul that had just woken up from death was not in a hurry to escape, but it was torn to pieces by more undead, devoured with big mouths, making the sound of bones colliding, and screaming loudly.

This bloody and disgusting scene, if the fat man had not been covered by the hazy technique, would definitely have shown an unbearable look. They were not guilty of their own crimes, perhaps it was just a sad sacrifice in the current situation, although they could not see it, but this distorted and crazy sound still made the fat man cover his ears desperately, shrink into the corner and tremble, the sound was enough to make the soul crazy.

The old necromancer was still quietly looking ahead, cold and indifferent.

Humans are constantly being chased and eaten, and the overture of death begins to sing highly, in this strange track, it is Dracula who is directing, ignoring life and death, only looking forward to the end.

A huge bone dragon suddenly swooped down, grabbed a knight who had been captured by the undead, opened its mouth and threw it directly into it, and before it could slide down its throat, it turned into white light and contained it in the gray bones, and the bone dragon let out a roar of enjoyment. The snatched undead below did not have a trace of anger, and fell to the ground trembling slightly in submission.

The rest of the human beings finally fled into the Great Temple, and in selfishness, not only slowed down but also caused more sacrifices, if they could help each other at that time, they might not have killed almost half of them. The dark side of humanity still erupted in extreme fear, without guilt or repentance, and on everyone's face was a twist of sobriety and ugliness of temporary escape, even though that survival was exchanged for the lives of others.

"In case of emergency, smash the crystal on the idol and activate the final defense of the temple."

A strong, middle-aged knight yelled frantically around him, his eyes red and his muscles throbbing, pulling past a priest who was crawling on the ground and unable to move, and tossed it aside. The last knight ran there in disarray, and smashed the crystal with the hilt of his sword, and the pillar of light that soared into the sky broke through the roof of the temple and connected to the sky.

The entire Great Temple was shrouded in dazzling holy light, the charging undead touched the white holy light, let out bursts of wails, a large amount of white smoke rose from their bodies, their bodies were corroded and mottled, and they retreated back from the front in embarrassment, and from time to time there were low-level undead who couldn't stop being hit by the momentum behind them and threw themselves into the holy light, and then in the white smoke, the soul fire was all dispersed.

Seeing that they had finally escaped safely, the remnants of the crowd let out a deafening cheer, bathed in the pure light, and one by one they were full of prayers, kneeling in front of the Most High in front of the ground to dedicate their faith, and the Supreme responded to them with endless holy light, and their bodies were full of power.

O High, you have not abandoned the faithful believers, I dedicate all my faith, please continue to give me glory, for your name, eternal protection!