The Rise of the Cemetery

Taffin is a level 20 holy soul demon, but years of fighting on the battlefield have already left him covered in scars. If it weren't for a rusty steel battle suit to support and fix his body, it would be difficult for him to stand for a long time relying on his own strength.

What he has been playing with in his hand is a magic wand called physical deprivation. It is made of tongues sewn together. With this scepter, Taffin can change the form of any creature into any form imaginable. Of course, the imagination of the devil is also a foul thing, so this staff will bring life's most horrible things.

But at this moment, while staring at the fog of war that covered the sky in the distant sky, he listened attentively to Silga's detailed description of this undead army.

After all, Silgay was a great demon who was driven out by the opponent after a big battle, and he still had a certain understanding of the enemy's strength. However, his sudden agitation and the terrifying description of the undead can only be exchanged for the unanimous contempt of the demons in the account. Even Taffin reluctantly listened.

"This frightened waste..." Taffin thought contemptuously, finally feeling at ease with this surrendering demon whose strength was second only to his own. After all, demons are violent madmen who worship power, and no one is willing to follow a coward.

Out of the demon's arrogance and arrogance, the demons present could not help but halved the strength of the undead that Silga said, and based on this, they all got an impression of the enemy's strength that made them want to lead the army straight.

High-level undead?

There are about a hundred or so bone horse knights who are considered to be the powerful undead in Silga's mouth!

Xier Gai shut his mouth knowingly, covered his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, his burly figure actually gave off a feeling of weakness. Those present were all demon lords of the great demon level, and the power of the curse entangled and vibrated in the depths of Sir Gai's soul could be clearly perceived by a demon. Even his strength has dropped from the 20th holy rank to the 19th level a while ago.

Even if Silgay has the key in his hands, Taffin still won't allow a demon under him to have the same level of strength as him for a long time. Therefore, with only a little bit of manipulation in the blessing of the plane, Xier Gai's strength retreated to level 19 under the suppression of the power of the curse.

Hilgay's blood pupils were slightly closed, covering up the sarcasm deep in his pupils, and by suppressing the curse power in his soul, he silently began to communicate with those "old subordinates" he had left behind.

Taffin was extremely worried about him. Not only did he use the opportunity to raid his old opponent a while ago to wear down some of the only strength in Xiergai's hands, but he also took away all his men under the pretext of keeping him by his side as a consultant. But how did Taffin know that among the nearly 100 members of the old team, only the 20 most powerful were the "confidantes" who had cast the ban on Hilgay, and the rest were just disguises for consumption.

It is not surprising that low-level demons offer their soul contracts to high-level demons. This is also a normal way for demon lords to control their subordinates. As long as Hilga died vigorously in this war, those demons would naturally lose their allegiance, and they would kneel down in front of the plane lord Taffin again.

For such a conversion hall, the devil does not have the disgust and chastity of the human being.

That's why Taffin intentionally placed Sir Gai's old department in the devil's castle in the rear, and became one of the Warlord's Army. It's a pity that he didn't know that with the help of the soul system built by the young mage, the control of that subordinate has always been firmly in the hands of Hilgay, and has never been separated for a moment.

Compared with Silge's timidity, the other demon lords in the tent were all full of fighting spirit, clamoring to go out and lead the charge. While patting their chests to assure the ticket, they did not forget to squint at Silgay a few times, showing a gesture of contempt and disdain.

This is a good time to show your loyalty! Guys without such winks are not worthy of entering this camp.

The melee at the front continued. It's just that the cannon fodder from the previous demons killing the undead has become a cemetery vampire slaying demons.

At the moment when the demon lords were pointing the country in the camp, more than 6000 low-level demons had fallen on the front line. Although this loss was not taken seriously by the demon lords, the loss of face made them furious.

The undead didn't show any daunting power, they just relied on the strange resurrection ability of a group of blood-sucking species to grind and kill those demons who were not sharp enough to attack. As long as a demon elite with considerable combat power rushes in and slaughters the weird blood mages hiding behind the vampires and supporting the battlefield one by one, the undead are not worth mentioning.

As for what was hidden under the mighty fog of war, none of the demon lords was willing to bother to think about it, let alone compromise their elites to investigate, so everyone tacitly ignored it.

Soon, the requests of seven or eight demon lords were approved by Tafen, and they walked away shyly, going down to gather their own personal guards.

Shirge watched coldly. Most of these demon lords are local tyrants, not Taffin's henchmen at all, so they were all dispatched to the most sharpest directions of undead vampires, and the big demon who really belonged to Taffin's henchman was the role of supporting the formation .

What he saw and heard was transmitted to the command center of the cemetery with almost no delay. As a result, the wheels of war began to irreversibly turn in a certain direction under the joint promotion of both sides.

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The personal guards directly under the demon lord are all selected mid-level and high-level demons. If they gather together to launch a death charge, the slight advantage that the undead just took will be turned into smoke in an instant.

Therefore, when several groups of demon troops roared into the battle group under the leadership of the demon lord, a group of formed Lich troops emerged from the fog of war on the undead side.

This batch of corpse witch troops is also a mixed force composed purely of advanced death-controlling witch kings and chaos lords. They just moved forward for a certain distance, and they have already entered the appropriate casting position. With the sound of whispering evil prayers, the corpses that fell on the battlefield of flesh and blood, whether they were demons or undead, all stood up again under the inspiration of the summoning spell.

Just this one action instantly changed the balance of troops in the flesh and blood battlefield, from the previous 30,000 to 70,000 to the current 20,000 to 70,000. If it weren't for the severe damage to some corpses, maybe the cannon fodder troops on the side of the undead would expand slightly.

Of course, this is also one of the scary things about the undead army.

If there is no strong force to break the situation, once the stalemate is reached, the army of undead will be the nightmare of all enemies. As long as the Liches in the undead ranks don't run out of mana, the undead are almost endless.

It's just that this change is not enough to scare away those tall middle-level and high-level demons. After all, the undead produced by these "undead summons" are the most basic guys, and they belong to the junk that can smash seven or eight with one punch. Of course, this is only for middle and high-level demons.

All the vampires who were rushing to the front just now also retreated at this moment, and began to turn around and wipe out the cowards, horned demons, and quasi-demons behind them, and the summoned newborn undead staggered towards the demon lord's body. new force.

The "Meteor Fire Shower", "Fire Meteor", and "Burst Fireball" sent by the demons rushing forward with rumbling and heavy steps just dropped a meteorite fire rain in the area where the undead are most densely populated, and almost no physical body has yet occurred. Contact, most of the frontline of the undead suffered a devastating spell blow.

After the torrential rain of spells, the front line of the undead, which was still densely packed and immovable just now, became full of gaps, scattered and disfigured. Once the low-level undead can't hold together, when they face a strong and terrifying demon, they are simply old people with severe calcium deficiency. It was just a charge, and with a crackling crackle, the demon army was like a super boar rushing into a tomato field, plowing the entire undead front by an osteoporosis with a muscle separation.

The nearly 20,000 newborn and undead that the cemetery's high-level deliberately rushed forward had no room to resist, and they became a place of broken bones and rotten flesh. There are even quite a few barbs pierced by the devil and hung on the body, becoming an accessory that is still wriggling.

Although many low-level demons were accidentally injured during the whole process, the demons are still willing to pay for this sacrifice.

The speed of losing the front barrier was too fast, which made the vampires who were adjusting their formation behind had to push up again. But they were not alone, nearly 300 flesh giants rushed forward with their bloated and fat bodies shaking in disgust.

Undead suffer too much in the process of fighting against demons.

The demon's natural scale armor and thorns all over the body are not at all able to break through the defense of the unarmed low-level undead. Only the abominations that are not inferior to them in size can stop their hurricane rush. Therefore, the vampires with low defenses turned into bats and hung behind the abomination, waiting for the moment when the two sides came into contact. As long as the flesh giant's abomination can eliminate the madness of the demon, they will complete the rest of the siege.

A group of powerful demons between 2 and 4 meters in size collided with a group of flesh giant abominations over 4 meters in the middle of the battlefield.

In the muffled sound of "dong dong dong", the hatred of the cemetery side obviously belonged to the weak side.

With only a second-level biological foundation, coupled with the lack of tough hard skin, even if most of the abominations have wrapped heavy iron chains around their bodies as a defensive layer, they still cannot face-on against this group of mid-level and high-level demons. The bloated and ugly bodies staggered back and forth in the impact, and the front of the body was punctured and hooked to create huge wounds.

Most wounds can even be stuffed into a person alone.

This kind of severe injury can only be endured by Hate without changing his face. Other creatures would have wailed and fell to the ground long ago.

Although the hate swarm supported miserably, it could be regarded as initially withstood the attack of the demon elite swarm. The mid-level and high-level demons who had lost their impact had to stop and fight the undead at close quarters with punches and kicks.

Behind each flesh giant's abomination, there was a loud "buzz" sound of flapping wings. Swarms of vampire bats are flying all over the sky like a swarm of bees. When they fixate on a target, they just pounce, and they can cover the body of a mid-level and high-level demon almost instantly.

There were quite a few blood-sucking earls sent out, and the blood-colored long sword with a faint red light in his hand stabbed viciously at the devil's weakness.