The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0232

Compared with the messy butcher, the necromancer Plataya who guarded him was much simpler. If he can successfully complete this defense mission, he will probably be able to enter the core circle of this emerging force! Just washing away the shackles of the undead world for free is already worth the risk, not to mention the possibility of gaining the favor of the real master, which is the most valuable thing compared to merit points.

The other native undead came late, so they might not have realized it, but Plataya clearly knew that the core of the power in this cemetery was actually controlled by a group of unremarkable low-level undead. His own level 14 spellcaster was subordinated to a skeleton who had just stepped into the ranks of a high level. Why? It's not because these low-level undead are contracted creatures created by the human master behind the invisible scene.

If I don't show some attitude of working hard, I only rely on the coolies running around in the sleeping place. At most, I can be in the forefront among the undead natives, but I can't enter the circle trusted by the owner of the cemetery. But that circle is the most important, even if it is worth it to let him fight with his life once, after all, his own strength gives him the opportunity to fight, but those guys who have made great achievements are not even qualified to fight.

Therefore, the necromancer Plataya is more ambitious and impulsive to fight the enemy than the butcher on behalf of the city. What's more, I have also been granted the power of destiny (Spirit of Souls), which is comparable to the life-saving means of the Lich's Phalanx. If I still dare not fight hard, I am only worthy of continuing to sink in that decaying world up.

When all the nodes on the periphery of Eternal Night City were slaughtered by the enemy one by one, the butcher had completely lost his perception of the outside world. But before he was kept waiting for long, the enemy came.

The mysterious strong man chose to charge head-on, and charged straight into the central area of ​​the dark sky with an unstoppable force. When he stepped on a bone dragon with a body length of 30 meters and a wingspan of 20 meters, the moment he entered the dark sky, he lost his previous elegance and presented himself in Evernight City with full authority. Within the detection range of the mage tower.

Although there is no obvious shield halo shining on his body surface, he can distort the elemental fluctuations around his body with the powerful body, making some elemental detection spells invalid or come to wrong conclusions. Without special means, even if the old man stands there motionless and lets you do anything, you will not get the answer you want.

The moment the old man stepped into the dark sky, the butcher had already locked him with the help of the mage tower, and began to call for the master in the distance. The strange thing is that Li Xun did not project his own consciousness over as usual, but simply explained a few things that the butcher needs to pay attention to through the soul connection, and secretly arranged some methods, and then decisively disconnected from him. All soul connections in Evernight City.

From now on, everything that happened on the Eternal Night City battlefield will be completely in the butcher's responsibility.

The butcher touched the location of the hearthstone on his chest again, and a ferocious aura burst out like never before. With the help of the increase of the mage tower, it mixed with the boundless death aura permeating from the sea of ​​bones, and over Eternal Night City A grinning skull that almost covered the entire city was condensed, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Entering the mysterious and unpredictable pitch-black sky, the mysterious old man just frowned, many of his connections with the outside world were rapidly weakening, and this interference was still increasing as he went deeper. Due to the existence of the flying servant, he avoided possible obstacles on the road. The densely packed skeletons and zombies under his feet raised their heads to the sky, and the soul fire in the empty eye sockets of the head was burning abnormally, tightly locking the enemies in the air.

Standing on the back of the bone dragon, looking around, the ground can hardly be seen within a few miles around, only a sea of ​​light spots can be seen. Every point of light in the ocean signifies the existence of an undead creature, a sea of ​​soul fire composed of undead. Perhaps such a grand scene only appeared at the moment when the capital of the undead was just won, but now it is in Witnessing it again in a remote area of ​​the Principality of Novus, the shock in the old man's heart is beyond words.

But before he could sigh, the heart that had been silent for a long time almost started beating again in fright.

What is this... the capital of the undead?

The huge body of the bony dragon, which is stronger than steel, is undulating slightly, and the gap between the wings with only the skeleton is filled with the gray breath of death. With the strong and powerful beating, the heavy body is supported and struggling to move forward. The layered and rippling fog of war reluctantly broke open in front of the eyes, and a strange undead city appeared not far ahead, a capital of the undead purely piled up of white bones. The real capital of the dead.

The eyes of the mysterious old man narrowed into a line, and the shock in his heart made him speechless.

Capital of the undead!

Even if the five undead liches from the Undead Council teamed up to launch the undead natural disaster in the former king capital of the Moror Hede Kingdom, they only managed to fill the area with nearly a million undead creatures and forcibly defiled it with the power of magic. That piece of land formed the most favorable living environment for the undead, which created the so-called "capital of the undead".

But compared with the undead city in front of me, that "city of the undead" is an acquired transformation. Even if the undead lich puts a lot of effort into construction and management, the remaining traces of human style can still be seen everywhere. But the undead city in front of him, most of the city that has been exposed so far, is a complete creation of the undead.

Under the feet is a complete land of bones, and the towering walls of bones outside the city. With the powerful perception of the mysterious old man, he can clearly see the densely packed skulls and claws on the city wall of bones. Any besieger who wants to climb up will probably have to spend a lot of effort to get rid of this endless entanglement.

There are hidden sharp edges on the top of the city wall, like rows of undead ballistas that have never been seen before. The reason why it is called the undead ballista is because this imitation of the human ballista is full of undead style as a whole, and the construction is taller and stronger. The body of the ballista gives people a sense of flexibility like a living thing. Could it be another kind of undead? Construct?

There is a towering small stone tower at a certain distance from the city wall. The figure inside is vague, and the gathering of dark elements is very obvious. It turned out to be a large group of spellcasters.

The bony dragon at the feet of the mysterious old man flapped its air-leaking wingspan and hovered in mid-air. For this strange undead city, even with the strength of the mysterious old man, one must be vigilant. The strength currently displayed by the other party only shocked him, not to the point of fear. Because there didn't seem to be a strong man with his strength in this city, so he could only do a moderate defense, but he didn't dare to stick his hands and feet out of the protection range of the mage tower.

Looking far away, some details in the city of the undead have been vividly remembered. But soon, countless gray air currents gushed out from a mysterious place in the center of the city, and under the guidance of the Mage Tower, they covered the entire undead city again. This gray air current is strangely tight, the first time it sensed exactly the same as the breath of death impregnated by the undead, but it could divide and absorb the threads of spiritual power protruding from it, making it impossible for itself to perceive everything inside it.

Hmph, it's all a means of hiding the head and shrinking the tail!

A truly strong person naturally has his own personality, and he will never lose face in front of the insiders of the same class. Could it be that this is an outpost of the undead without a strong man in charge.

Unexpectedly, the undead council had just encountered the biggest setback in its development of the undead plane, but saw the cannon fodder sent by the kings of the undead plane on the main material plane. What a reversal of the plot! It is even more bloody than the most bloody popular knight novels.

But this ghost hand must be cut off. Undead kings can come to Klein Continent, but they must be under the control of the Undead Council, otherwise the liches are introducing competitors for themselves. I would rather hand over the world back to those ungrateful mages, dormant again for a hundred years to look for opportunities again, than reverse the priority and lower myself from the master to the slave.

This is the common will of all the Liches in the Undead Council.

The elemental fluctuations around the mysterious old man became more and more obvious, and he was not seen chanting incantations or making gestures, and a large-scale spell was almost completed. He also saw the weird skull over the city of the undead, but it was just a false illusion, and he couldn't be fooled.

Both are undead, and some dark spells have limited effects, so the old man chose the fire magic "Meteor Burst", which undead are more afraid of. Following the completion of the silent spell in his heart, four fireballs as big as millstones were quickly formed, and under the guidance of the old man, they went straight to smash the crooked gate of the undead city.

The high-temperature burning attached to the bolide directly ignited the fog of war that passed along the way, drawing a trajectory of distorted light and shadow in the air. The four undead battle castles closest to the city gate sizzled continuously, and dozens of black rays slammed on the bolides, detonating two of them in the air, but the remaining two had already exploded at the simple black gate , and quickly submerged it in a sea of ​​flames.

The two explosions that were detonated in the air also splashed sparks, and fragments of lava flew, causing considerable damage to the sea of ​​undead that was congested below. Visible to the naked eye, there are a few obvious missing pieces in the sea of ​​soul fire, but they are quickly filled by the moved undead.

The fire meteor that exploded on the gate affected the iron gate of the fence to crumble, but it never fell down. The burning magic flame attached to it was also swallowed up by the massive influx of dead energy in a short period of time.

That didn't seem like an ordinary steel fence gate, it should be a special metal that I had never seen before, and it actually resisted the direct bombardment of level 9 spells and the burning of magic flames. The old man's slightly squinted eyes flickered, the undead city in front of him was not as easy to deal with as it appeared on the surface, and even a dilapidated iron gate was full of weirdness.