Slime simulator

Day 476, the battle commences.

This battle consumed all the military strength of the Principality of Lornoth.

The previous two rounds resulted in one draw and one loss.

In this third battle, the morale of the soldiers of the Principality of Lornoth had significantly declined.

Tylend knew this was the final battle, forcing him to bet everything.

You led the assembled force of over three hundred thousand magical beasts alongside the soldiers of the Principality of Lornoth, charging towards the army of the Principality of Fiers.

The great battle erupted instantly.

Tylend personally entered the fray, and the King of the Principality of Fiers also made his appearance.

No one expected that this puppet-like figure possessed strength no less than Tylend's.

The two unfolded their domains in the sky, engaging in a frenzied clash.

Below, the final battle between the million-strong armies raged.

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The Principality of Lornoth, with your army of over three hundred thousand magical beasts, was essentially on par in numbers with the skeleton army conjured by the Principality of Fiers.

The armies were relatively equal in size.

War is terrifying.

Whether a Fourth-Order or Fifth-Order powerhouse,

in this kind of war, no one dared to linger, only striking once before moving to another location.

To stay too long, even a Fifth-Order powerhouse would be reduced to dust and bones.

Everywhere, the roar of magical skills echoed.

Blood splattered in all directions, and severed limbs were everywhere.

In a war of this scale, once you fell, there was no chance of getting up again.

You charged into the middle of the formation.

All around, the bombardment of skills relentlessly rained down.

The blood of magical beasts and soldiers splattered all over the flame barrier you erected.

War is a meat grinder.

Countless magical beasts and soldiers fell.

Then, more magical beasts and soldiers surged forward.

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The battle lasted for several hours.

The casualties on both sides exceeded two hundred thousand.

In the sky above the battlefield.

Douglas's figure appeared.

Behind him were hundreds of figures in black robes.

Without exception, these people were all Fourth-Order or Fifth-Order powerhouses.

Among them, you saw Moonshadow, and that winged birdman.

Suddenly.

The sky rumbled, and a deafening sound erupted.

Centered around Douglas's feet, a massive black magic array began to materialize.

All the members of the Hand of Death were positioned at various points on the magic array.

A terrifying aura of death emanated from the magic array.

Then, the magic array slowly descended.

All the soldiers were already blinded by bloodlust.

Even if they noticed the magic array in the sky, they were powerless to dodge.

Whether forward, backward, left, or right, there were only people, magical beasts, and skeletons.

They could only numbly raise their weapons, lower their weapons, and unleash their skills.

The magic array was exceptionally large, directly encompassing the entire battlefield.

Suddenly, Douglas spat out a mouthful of blood, and a gigantic black hand appeared, grabbing all the black-robed figures.

Crushing them...

Blood and fragmented limbs fell from the black palm.

The entire battlefield was instantly covered in blood.

Suddenly, the ground began to rumble.

Countless corpses of the dead shattered, their flesh and blood crumbling away, and white bones emerged, rising up.

These newly appeared skeletons charged towards the surrounding soldiers and magical beasts.

They killed all living beings.

Not only the soldiers and magical beasts of the Principality of Lornoth, but also the soldiers of the Principality of Fiers were on their kill list.

The battlefield became even more horrific.

Death, a thick, almost palpable stench of blood, permeated the battlefield.

Under the effect of the black magic array.

Every soldier and magical beast that died would turn into a skeleton, and then charge towards the living soldiers and magical beasts.

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