The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

In the next second, the rays and high temperature of the sealed sun completely enveloped her figure.

[WEB] Chapter 87: Tomb King Sword Dance

What is war like?

This is a complex question that is destined to be unsolvable. Different positions and identities, different abilities and personalities, even if there are only small differences, can get completely different answers.

His opinion is destined to be different from everyone else.

Whether in this battle or in the countless wars he will experience in the future, he is not thinking as a soldier or a leader, but is sweeping like a disaster.

Incarnated as the disaster of death, he kept shuttling on the battlefield, looking at the terrified enemies one by one, he waved his sword and thought in his heart.

...Yes, yes, this description is very appropriate.

It's like the most boring points game, long press the mouse to increase the decompression of the numbers, just long press and watch the numbers beating numbly, while continuing, while looking forward to the end.

Stretching his hands into the mouth of the last Kasus swordsman in front of him, he tore it in half like a chicken, and a large piece of blood and internal organs rolled down in the black shadow.

Finally, wrapped in a sense of security, he stopped.

Looking around, his eyes shot straight, but he couldn't see any standing people. The corpses covered all the land like heavy snow, but it was a red snow field.

The army exuding boundless roar and deterrence disappeared, leaving only this endless scenery.

Looking down.

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The head that had been cut off by the sword held the ear that was bitten off desperately, but there was nothing in the eyes that had lost their light.

The broken scimitar pierced his cervical spine, and the taste of being drowned in blood remained in his mouth.

The child who was driven to the battlefield to kill at the age of twelve or thirteen gave him a shy smile in despair before being killed.

Countless people wailed and melted in agony in the disaster of death, matching the sound of hell with hell.

It was an indescribable feeling, but even so, the anger was still burning in his chest, but it couldn't swallow the pain of reason, it just drove his body forward.

He seemed to be on fire.

The thought only lasted for less than half a second. He stretched out his hand, grabbed his heart from the pierced wound, lowered his head and opened his mouth to chew vigorously, biting into a pile of scalding meat and vomited it out disgustingly.

The light of repair came on, all the injuries disappeared, and he rushed to the next battlefield.

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The dazzling thunder light swept away the surrounding skeletons, but before the holy light on the other hand was lit, the next round of soldiers charged forward in a circle, like a sea of ​​living corpses, waving No matter how the sword can kill.

And for these dead souls, the life-plundering death disaster has little effect. Warnier wanders in the dark, and from time to time he uses the spell of demon power when he shows his flaws in the battle, causing him to have no resistance. real harm.

Not only that, those skeletons are parasitized with ice blast origin stone worms that can bring cold snaps, mixing with them from time to time to weaken him by self-detonation.

From all the dark corners, the warlocks of Kasas and the undead of the infected are continuously outputting spells and origin stone skills.

Kasus has as many means of war as possible, spiritual and base or not.

If it was the heyday, he could directly show that all members of the undead team defeated Casas again, but in the current state, only ten people can only last for 1 minute.

It's ridiculous to say that facing Casas again, his soul strength at this moment is exactly the same as that of that year, but he lost his undead body that can be repaired, and gained more skilled and rich fighting methods.

But in the face of the crowd tactics of piles of monsters, it is hard to say which is better.

Looking at the monster that was blocked in the sea of ​​people, alone but still slaughtering the army he had accumulated for half a century, Warnier unleashed the power of the demon with all his strength, eroding the surrounding space and dimensions, turning the black power into a monster. As a red and black spike that pierces everything, injuries and chances of victory are accumulated on his body.

The terrifying power and the surrounding skeletons were blown away, and just before the second round of the formula was about to be launched, he seized the flaw at this moment, and with a single blow, the meteor-like wolf splinter cut the army formation like a meteor, beheading directly Intentionally chased towards Warnier's head.

However, he was resisted by the dark sword swung by Warnier, and was even kicked away by him with a kick. The terrifying force directly blasted San away like a cannonball.

"........."

Not only the power of the demon, but even the strength of the soul and pure physical quality, Volney was on him at this time, and he could feel the familiar breath in the soul as strong as the sun.

"...Little Longde's last king, was devoured by you."

"That's right, many years ago, that stupid and greedy lackey of the gods, a trash who was not worthy of being called a king, found me. He foolishly tried to make me surrender and even hand over the country with the posture of an ancestor, so I devoured him and made him The huge soul and blood of darkness in the body are taken as their own."

"Fran's undead team, after eliminating Casas, you should be selected as the next salary kings, and you have become kings, then you should know that my strength at this moment is equivalent to salary The existence of the king!"

"so--"

He held up his palms.

Countless corpses surrounded him like a tide, and the still endless crowd made his disadvantages and failures more obvious.

"You have no chance of winning alone."

Sang knew it well.

There is no chance of winning this way.

He could smell death all around him.

The familiar smell carries a strange coldness.

How long has he not been dying?

"Let's fight."

The light of the original force knocked away the surrounding enemies, and Sang was chanting an extremely ancient miracle, so ancient that only a few undead and gods could recognize it. of dark red light.

Listening to the myth he chanted, Warnier's face showed an unbelievable expression, because he understood who this miracle was about, the original man he longed for, who gave the world the concept of death the first deceased.

【Tomb King Nite】

At the next moment, a huge red blade rose from the ground, spinning and cutting all the dead, and gave the undead souls the judgment of death. The terrifying power instantly wiped out hundreds of soldiers around, leaving no traces. None left.

Even the power of demons dodges the end of life in fear. In the dark country, death divides into areas that cannot be ignored. When the miracle is over, only the cold taste of death is left.

This is the miracle driven by the sword dance of the tomb king, the king of the dead.

"You actually analyzed this lost ancient miracle, what a talent!"

can't help shouting out

As a person who studies death, Warnier has never been able to study and use the sword dance that brings death. Even before he died, he still regretted it, but he didn't expect to see it here.

Because of this, his feelings for the person in front of him are more complicated.

"Death disaster, worthy of your name."

He couldn't help fantasizing that if they could stand on the same side, they would surely be able to bring death to the whole world.

It's a pity that they are enemies and not friends, and their fate is always ill-fated.

Warnier's army is still endless, and after annihilating a large area, there are still countless corpses emerging from the darkness.

"Then let's try, can you use the authority of the first dead to cut off my way to become the last dead."

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Chapter 88: The Flame Ignite

How long did the fight last?

There is no concept of time in the dark kingdom, and the bright sky cannot be seen in the cold underground, only that it has been fought for a long time, until the piled up bones and remains can hinder walking.

In Casas' kingdom, there were only two standing figures left.

Warnier, who was originally in full swing, only had one arm left at this time, the crown and half of the skull on his head were also incomplete, and his breath was much weaker.

A figure knelt down helplessly.

So, was he the loser?

not him!

Without a word, San falls silently, like all undead who fail.

"You are defeated."

Warnier opened his mouth to speak, but his face did not show the joy of winning the hard battle.

The loss is too great, and Sang's strength is beyond imagination.

The kingdom was finally unsupported, and Warnier sat back on the throne, concentrating on suppressing the backlash of the demon power in his body, preventing his body from being taken away by him.

But Sang didn't take this opportunity to attack, or he couldn't do it.

There are large areas of frostbite and pollution damage caused by the erosion of evil spirits all over the body, half of the skin is rotten and almost falls off, and there are puncture and explosion injuries all over the body, looking miserable.

The magic power is exhausted, the physical strength is exhausted, and even the will can't support the potential.

Warnier spoke dully.

"This entire army was gathered from the extreme cold northern origin in the past half a hundred years. They should have dragged this country called Ursus to death in the near future and became my foundation for conquering this land. pioneer."

"But you alone killed half of this entire undead army in just half a day."

Sang raised his head, closed the eye that was about to fall off on the right side, and stared coldly at the overlord who suppressed the demons on the throne with his left eye.

It seems that he has not yet admitted his defeat.

But more is a little confused, it seems that he can't understand what he just said.

"Heh, do you want to ask where the other half of the army is? It doesn't hurt to tell you."

Warnier opened his mouth and said something surprising.

"Today, I am prepared to be killed by you again."

"If you have actual combat experience, you should understand that the fighting power of the army of the dead is not as fierce as that of Kasas in the past. After all, they were just ordinary people when they were alive. So if the entire undead team is the enemy, although I have the confidence to win, But it is also clear that there is a possibility of failure.”

"So I dispersed the army and drove half to the snowy plains of Ursus."

"The time to march is today."

Overlord continued to speak in a calm manner.

"I gave them the power to bring death. Even if I die today, Casas will not die again. Death will spread the severe winter to the whole land like a snowball."

"This is a future that you alone cannot prevent even if you win."

"Besides, I am the winner of this battle!"

It's like a predestined victory, not because of deep accumulation, but because of luck.

The greatest advantage he gained was not a power that Sang had never seen before like the demon, nor was it the soul obtained by devouring the little Lund King, but a very simple factor, the simplest factor.

For both he and his army are dead.

If he and the soldiers were living people with flesh and blood, emotions and fear, even if the number was doubled, they would be easily slaughtered by Sang.

It is because of death, because of the loss of the limitations of the body and mind, that it is superior.

"In the past, my taxi, Lilianne of Londore, that woman satirized and warned me."

"Since I chose the path of using violence to realize my desires, I would definitely use more powerful violence as my enemy. At that time, I didn't think so, thinking that the world was invincible."

"So the result was like a bubble. My empire perished under the power of the Falan Undead Squad. After being reborn, I reflected and admitted this. But the same principle applies to you. What about the one who fulfills his will with blood?"

"Violence can destroy violence, and it can destroy life and all civilizations, but it cannot destroy the spirit. Man can be destroyed, but he cannot be defeated."

"But in the end, only those with bigger fists have the right to speak, and the weak can never defeat the strong. This is the cold reality of life inequality."

Sang's flesh and blood began to evaporate, and the face of death slowly appeared on the face under the broken iron helmet, but when he was about to give up his life and enter the second stage, he suddenly heard something, and gave up after being silent.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh that seemed irreparable.

After trying his best to suppress the demon in his body, Warnier's will was not shaken at all. He immediately stretched out his hand, condensed the most powerful spell, and pointed at the powerful enemy who had defeated him on the ground.

"This time, I won."

The explosive black flames completely engulfed Sang's figure, and the flames in Warnier's pupils were a little turbulent, and the excitement of destroying all the crowns in the past could not help but flow in his empty heart, as if he had finally overcome a trial that transcended the past.

After defeating the past, he believes that the future should be invincible, and what has not been realized in the past will surely be achieved on this land.

He will erase all inequalities and establish the kingdom of death.

But looking at the completely burned figure, he suddenly sighed in his heart, as if he was unwilling.

"In the end, no matter whether we are right or wrong, no matter what kind of will and consciousness we have, it is still determined by the comparison of strength. It is because of the rules of the world and life that I cannot tolerate it."

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