The Rise of the Cemetery

When the rushing ghost dragon Moros and the equally huge Balrog rolled and fought together, the Gorefiend had already led people to block the frost giant.

This is a giant more than five meters tall, wearing only a white leather armor with his upper body exposed, thick gray felt around his waist, and a beast bone helmet decorated with feathers on his head. He has a rough face and a ferocious expression.

Every step he took, the earth shook and the mountains shook; there was a huge bag on the left side of the waist, and through the slightly open mouth of the bag, you could see huge stones inside; in his right hand was a huge bag. His battle ax, with an ice-blue blade, obviously has a magical effect.

Fortunately, this is not a frost giant mage, otherwise what he is holding in his hand should be a thick willow staff instead of a battle axe.

But the Gorefiend didn't think there was anything to be happy about, because the frost giant warrior was still so difficult to deal with. Even though he is just a warrior, he still knows how to use simple frost armor and cold air. Even the combination of these two extremely simple spells and his brute force is even more difficult than the frost giant mage.

The tall and sturdy body, solid and dense muscles, coupled with the frost armor with freezing ability, made the frost giant warrior in front of him a hard bone that could not be chewed. And the cold air coupled with the powerful and powerful enchanted battle axe, even a fat abomination couldn't hold it twice.

It can be said that the undead army is delaying the footsteps of the frost giant warrior at the cost of the death of the low-level undead, so as to prevent it from disturbing the already chaotic Lich team.

The blood demon led the blood mage to coil around the frost giant warrior with a swift figure, going up and attacking twice from time to time. While attacking, they had to be careful not to be frozen by the frost armor, otherwise the opponent would strike with a big axe, and there would be an extra lump of indistinguishable flesh on the scene. Every once in a while, they have to quickly retreat to the periphery, so that the frozen ice on the wings of the flesh has time to thaw, otherwise, once the speed slows down, they will inevitably be hacked and killed by the opponent on the spot.

Only the Gorefiend, relying on the blessing of the aura of immortality, dared to provoke the frost giant warrior, dangled in front of him, and waited for an opportunity to attack his eyes, which was probably his only weakness.

The front line was extremely difficult, but the rear was extremely difficult.

At the beginning of the war, the Lich caster group was caught off guard by 7 big demons. Before the opponent's mobility was restricted, 23 Liches fell under the opponent's full metal war hammer. Finally, at the cost of human life, the opponent was restrained with the dimensional anchor, and the battle situation was initially stabilized.

The heroes of the cemetery who have been hiding in the dark also appeared one after another, and started the "killing demons" in their own way.

Among them, the more eye-catching one is the private team of the dracolich Uzel. In addition to the 7 high-level corpses dressed all over the body, there are drow priestesses, elite ogres, and a berserk giant ape. It's just that these foreign meat shields all looked dull, their complexions were dull, and their bodies were painted with mysterious and strange patterns. They had obviously been refined into corpse puppets by the dracolich.

As for the forgotten mage Parkvik, he inserted the "Nether Guardian" into the ground early, followed by two crystal clear ice demons that looked like ice sculptures. As the special troops of the cemetery with a rank up to level 12, these two ice demons are undoubtedly the most cost-effective attendants.

The ice storms they swayed were huge in size, and the single ice cones were as thick as stone pillars, and they also had the ability to freeze deep when they attacked in melee.

However, compared with another group of Hellfire battle squads that were rushing rumblingly, the Ice Demon seemed a bit lonely. The Hellfires that formed the formation were all tall and burly, surrounded by green flames, and the sacrificial aura was a powerful weapon for group damage, so they reversed the decline of the Lichs the moment they entered the field.

Surrounded by a group of powerful undead from Hellfire and Ice Demon, the great demon whose teleportation technique was restricted by the dimensional anchor finally suffered. After the assembled Lich was led by the hero of the cemetery, after they stabilized their position, the barrage of magic attacks, even if the big demon had excellent magic resistance, could not stop the opponent's continuous offensive.

The Forgotten Mage's "Ghost Blast", the dracolich Uzel's "aging", "slowness", "life loss" and other insidious curses, the high-level Lich's "Finger of Death", "Wave of Exhaustion", " A series of attacking spells such as "Skeleton Arrow" and "Heart Arrest" are like a dark magic show, falling on these great demons in turn, making them scream and roar continuously.

At this moment, the entire Taffin demon group has entered the arena, and they are fighting with the undead side. The only exception is the plane lord Taffin who exists as the leader of the demon. Of course, the higher-ups of the cemetery attached great importance to this 20th-level holy soul demon, and they were full of vigilance against his every move.

Looking at the many subordinates who were still densely packed just now, they were lured to the periphery by the undead in a blink of an eye. Taffin shook his strong and broken body, and in his left hand he tightly held the legendary magic wand of "Body Deprivation", which is called a sub-divine weapon. With a grin all over his face, he walked on the chaotic and bloody battlefield.

The thick metal armor on the outside of Taffin's majestic body not only provides strong protection, but also effectively supports his scarred body. The undead creatures encountered along the way could not escape at all. They were either hammered into meat paste by his thick arms, or turned into human bombs in the unlimited expansion.

For a while, wherever the plane lord passed, countless dark purple blood-stained fragments in the shape of splashed ink were left behind.

However, his footsteps finally stopped, because an equally burly and huge body blocked his way forward.

"It's you? Damn traitor!"

Taffin's cold and ruthless eyes moved away from the signature demon horns and pitch-black wings of Sergei, and finally landed on a bloody and ferocious head hanging from his waist. It was the head of a great demon-level glabrat. The owner of this head was still alive and kicking and provoking Sir Gai an hour ago, but it has become the other's trophy now.

Feelings of deceit and betrayal filled Taffin's heart, making him so angry that his eyes were about to burst, but the treacherous situation in front of him forced him to calm down.

On the opposite side, Silga's body covered with indigo scales is now wrapped in the raging abyssal flames. The oppressive feeling brought by his huge size makes all those who face him restrained. These abyssal flames emanating from the body of the Barlow flame demon from the gaps in the thick armor are not immune to a little magic resistance. Even with the magic resistance of a Taffin holy demon, he could still feel a trace of scorching heat at a distance of 30 meters from Silga.

It is conceivable that once the battle is fought later, Taffin will inevitably be burned by the flames from the Ballow demon at all times. This is unavoidable fire damage, as long as it has not reached the level of fire immunity, it must bear this kind of damage in the battle domain of the Barlow demon.

Taffin's gaze was wandering.

The sense of oppression brought by the opponent's giant body is not worth mentioning, and the strange runes imprinted on the sharp horns of the black demon can't confuse a plane lord. As for the mysterious demon tattoo covering the whole body, and the god behind The pitch-black wings, which are nearly 6 meters wide, cannot deter the holy demons. But when all these things were put together, Tafen was startled.

A level 20 holy demon!

Now Xier Gai is showing his own Barlow Balrog battle form, which is a real manifestation of the strength of a level 20 holy demon. If I remember correctly, an hour ago, this bastard was a level 19 wretch with curses in his soul. In just one hour, he returned to the 20th-level holy rank form. Only the person concerned can savor the taste contained in it.

Without getting rid of the soul curse, it is impossible for him to return to normal. Now that he has returned to normal, the curse must be removed. Of course Taffin understands this simple logic, but what he thinks more about is something hidden behind this logic.

The situation in front of him may be a trap, and it is a trap set by a holy demon.

So who is the prey?

In just a short moment, the plane lord Taffin had already thought of many, many things, but then these plots and calculations that made his head hurt were left behind by him. He has seen a lot of thousands of years of conspiracies and tricks. Although his body is already scarred, he is still standing here in good condition.

What does intrigue calculate? What the devil needs is strength, not calculation!

The sudden outburst of anger instantly ignited the fighting passion of Tafin, the holy-rank judge soul demon. At this moment, he is not the lord of the plane, not the lord of the demon, but the great holy-rank soul demon——Taffin.

Without the shouts of the crowd, the roar of fighting that resounds across the battlefield is the best cheerleader; without the rumbling drums, the sound of footsteps sprinting on broken gravel is the best drumbeat. Blood is splashing on the battlefield, broken limbs are everywhere, and every moment, there are demons or undead dying. The intense bloody aura and killing aura stimulated the blood of every combatant, vigorously waving the weapons in their hands, either to kill or to be killed, no matter which one can let them release the chaos in their hearts And disgusted!

The young Li Xun used "Mechanized Mind", "Spiritual Concentration", and "Spiritual Protection" one after another to resist the sudden surge of killing intent and desire to fight in his chest.

When he was sober, he couldn't help being a little speechless.

The penetration of the will of the abyss in the abyss world is really everywhere and all the time.

I hid in the rear and peeked at the development of the frontline battle situation through the magic water mirror, and I could be infected and tempted by this abyssal will. Then it is conceivable that those creatures in the battlefield, how much sanity do they have left at this moment? .

Looking at the ghost dragon Moros, who was fighting and biting with the Balrog, even his ribs were broken in large pieces; seeing that his body was already torn apart, but he was lying on the frost giant, enduring the frost damage and persisting towards it. Seeing the gorefiend piercing through his body; looking at the hellfire collapsing in front of the big demons in formation; seeing the black blade knights who were constantly falling from their horses but still charging tenaciously, Li Xun's heart suddenly tightened.

At this moment, he seemed to have realized something, but he was so slow-minded that he didn't want to continue thinking. He just mechanically and dumbly looked at the scenes in the water mirror in front of him. The mind is empty but not empty, the spirit is quiet but not quiet, the blood slowly flowing in the blood vessels on the temples falls in his ears, and it is a huge thunder that explodes, making him shocked and speechless.

Everything in front of him, the heroes of the cemetery, the mercenaries of the cemetery, and the troops of the cemetery, are all fighting for him, fighting for him. What they reap are blood and tears, what they reap are scars, and may even be death, but the one who gets the glory is themselves.

What can I give them?

Warrior's glory? Hero's mission?

At this time, he could no longer tell clearly whether it was the will of the abyss or his own heart that affected his emotions.

Li Xun raised his heavy head, and once again focused his gaze on the magic water mirror. At this moment, he no longer looked at the scene in front of him with a game mentality, and no longer deliberately ignored some things with a digital mentality.

War is heavy, and it is a heavy sense of responsibility that he is destined to be unable to discard.

At this moment, he needs to look directly at the war!