Mount & Blade: Wind of War

"...Master, run away!"

At this moment, the team is about to win the final victory.

The most fearful vampire king Giovanni has already drawn his sword and rushed into the battlefield, and the forbidden dead spell Hades curse is about to be activated.

As long as they get out of the maze range, wait for the forbidden spell to fall, and then everyone can clean up the battlefield.

With this battle alone, Rhodes can gain a lot of killing experience and honor points. After all, this is a task to save the world, and at the least, it is also a task that affects the future situation of the entire continent.

However, at this moment, with Cress's exclamation, it was like pushing down the first domino, and all the advantages changed in a chain in a very short time.

The terrifying spirit of the sky-high violence tore the sky and split the earth, and a heavy armored steel-armored demon next to Nebiros took a step forward.

With just this one step, the whole world seemed to be opened up by it, and a hideous and horrible wound was cut open. Countless hideous demon shadows appeared directly in the void. Through these world wounds and demon shadows, you can see an infinitely horrible world full of rolling lava, scorching flames, pungent sulfur and wailing souls:

There, it is hell.

The bone spurs from the inside slowly broke through the steel armor outside, as if the steel armor covered with talismans and known to be powerful at a glance was not a defense for this guy, but a kind of suppression and restraint.

Before it was completely unarmored, this mysterious demon had already soared into the sky.

Its real target was not Kress, not Airen, and not even the more powerful Sanctified Rhodes and Ghost King Giovanni.

Because compared with the mage who had been hiding in the dark and activating the forbidden spell, these guys were indeed not a big threat.

"Arantil, you have a great spell, but I finally found you!"

The body flashed, as if it broke through layers of space in an instant. The dark red dragon demon, which was already very tall and whose real body was constantly bursting the heavy steel armor, stabbed out with a claw, and the surrounding maze space was instantly broken.

Arantil, holding a staff and wearing a gray robe, appeared in mid-air.

In the space next to Arantil, a huge dark crystal dragon head suddenly appeared and bit the dark red dragon demon's arm. But in the next moment, the monster swung its fist violently, as if it had forcibly broken through the space, and hit the incarnation of death back and hit it back to the death space.

Afterwards, the dragon demon's body did not stop, and both arms were already used, so even if it used its body to hit, it would definitely not give Arantil any chance to breathe.

Bang!

Puff!

The dead hermit Arantil was like an ordinary old man hit by a heavy armored cavalry charging at high speed.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he didn't know how many bones on his body were broken in an instant. All of them were crushed bones, and even his internal organs were not intact.

And not only that, Arantil, who was hit by the full force of the dragon demon, had a circle of red light spreading outward. It was not the skin color of the blood, but the bloody glory representing the evil camp: the mark of hell.

Those who were hit by this technique, no matter whether they were just, kind or not, and how many great merits they had made in their lifetime, as long as you were marked by the mark of hell, and there was no god to extradite you when you died, then your soul would fall into hell and fall into the hands of the devil.

At this moment, Yannick, Remo Mike, O'Nila and others below were still confused, but Rod, Giovanni and others all reacted.

The scene in front of them was clearly a killing game arranged by the hell camp against Arantil.

Most people in the profession of necromancer/necromancer cannot achieve extremely high achievements when they are "alive", and they often obtain extremely powerful powers after death.

However, Arantil, the leader of the necromancers on the continent, is an outlier among outliers. He obtained the revelation of death as a living person, and was already the strongest necromancer on the continent when he was alive. The world is afraid of the power he represents when he is alive, and the real high-level extraordinary people are afraid of the great power that this man can possess after returning from death.

If there is no accident, Arantil will eventually control the power of death and deter the world for a thousand years, which is still an underestimation.

Under normal circumstances, no one on the continent can defeat Arantil, and of course no one can stop him from dying. I am afraid that even if all the high-level extraordinary people on this continent are gathered together, they cannot do it. However, just because no one in this world can do it does not mean that no one in the hell camp can do it.

"Hell Lord!? How could you come to the world at this time?"

Although Arantil was still floating in the air, his body was emitting a bloody aura that represented extreme evil.

But in fact, his condition had deteriorated beyond measure.

After being hit by the full force of the Hell Lord, and the backlash of the forbidden spell, his body and mind were both destroyed to the extreme. He had not died directly until now, which was a sign of Arantil's profound cultivation.

However, as a human being, no matter how strong he was, he had his limits. At this moment, Arantil's defeat and death, where even his soul could not be freed, seemed to be doomed.

"Ahhhhh...ah, you are surprised, right? Did your god tell you that I absolutely cannot leave hell before the gates of hell open?"

"Hahahaha, Arantil, you are really a very pure mage, but have you ever thought that you are actually a little too powerful now? Even those ancient gods did not have the power like you before they became gods."

Stretching his own muscles and bones, completely breaking through the heavy armor covering him, the deep red color, the overall shape of the powerful demon like a dragon and a demon, whispered like this, like the devil's flames burning the human soul.