The Rise of the Cemetery

The cruelty of war has never been diverted from personal thinking.

Just when someone is stunned by the huge and bloody killing battlefield and temporarily transforms into a philosopher, life and death on the battlefield are still just a momentary matter.

A large number of undead attacked regardless of casualties, which brought heavy pressure to the scattered demon lord troops. But that's just stress, not life or death at all. Compared with the blood shed by the plane lord Taffin's army every minute, it is hardly worth mentioning.

However, the rapid demise of the undead is not without results, at least the demon lord troops everywhere have been firmly locked in place. Even if the demon messengers sent by Tafen are intimidating, there are still not many demon lords who are willing to send their own big demon-level powerhouses to support them.

For a chaotic, selfish, abyssal creature like a demon, it is a rare opportunity to sit back and watch the bad luck of the superior. They are considered benevolent if they don't make trouble, and you want them to send reinforcements? As for whether it will be their turn after the plane lord falls, this kind of jumping thinking is simply not something their muscular brains can consider.

As long as the demons have the spirit of unity and cooperation, sacrificing the ego to fulfill the ego, they will not be overwhelmed by the hell devils whose strength is just chatting in the endless bloody battle of the abyss. This kind of short-sighted behavior often makes scholars on the main plane think that demons have no long-term memory at all, so they only focus on the immediate benefits.

But whether the devil has a brain or not is not within the scope of the cemetery commander's thinking. Taking advantage of the scattered state of the demon lords, the senior management of the cemetery only identified the most important Tuffin demon group and launched a desperate fight.

The war has been going on for more than ten hours.

In a normal demon war, this amount of time is nothing more than spending some cannon fodder to warm up the battle. But today, in such a grand war of planes, it is almost time to see each other.

Chaos!

The core area of ​​the entire battlefield has been fragmented by dozens of simultaneous battles.

If this is a competition, then the process of betting on life is a bit too cruel.

All the strength of the cemetery side has been invested in this peerless battle. After the two cemetery commanders put the last bit of elite troops into the battlefield, they handed over power to Li Xun at the same time, and stepped into the battlefield with their own personal guards.

They are commanders, but they are also fighters! In this extremely anxious moment of stalemate, any increase or decrease in strength may have a chain impact on the battle situation.

Time is passing, and life is also passing by, and the battle situation has finally reached a critical moment that determines the outcome of life and death.

A roar full of joy resounded in the corner of the battlefield, and then the strange body of the zombie king appeared in the magic water mirror with his flesh torn cocoon. At the same time, from the other corner of the battlefield, a bloody cry filled with the joy of battle also sounded. As the frost giant's majestic body covered in frost slumped, the blood demon's not strong body condensed into shape again, roaring upwards. And his level is already level 16 impressively.

The Gorefiend has succeeded, the Gorefiend has won. After a life-and-death fight, he finally killed his opponent, the Frost Giant, with his life hanging by a thread. Stimulated by the opponent's pure blood essence, Gorefiend eventually became the first cemetery hero to cross the threshold of level 15 in the large cemetery.

This is a kind of honor, but also a kind of pride, which makes the Gorefiend get rid of the grievance of being pushed into the second echelon before, and once again vent his feelings to the world, this flesh and blood battlefield.

"Okay, stop screaming there! Hurry up and help some of them!" An untimely clear female voice suddenly sounded beside him, interrupting the Gorefiend's arrogance.

There was obviously no one beside him, but the crisp voice was real and innocent. The blood demon froze suddenly, and the disgusted and ferocious blood pupil swept across the position where Younu was, snorted coldly, reached out to greet the nearby blood mage, turned around and rushed towards the bone dragon and Yan who were still fighting fiercely. Demon battlefield.

Light and shadow flickered in the void, and an illusory and indistinguishable hazy figure flew straight towards the Demon Hunting Spider.

The corpse king stood for a while, and finally took full control of his new body again. Completely devoured a level 16 demon lord, raising his level directly to the threshold of level 15. Although he did not succeed in crossing over, it also pointed out the direction for him to follow.

Shaking his thick, bang bang neck, the corpse king had a panoramic view of the entire chaotic battlefield in an instant. At the same time, Li Xun's battle instructions transmitted through the soul system also reflected in his mind. The corpse king raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, his heavy body crushed the gravel under his feet into a piece of powder, his whole body turned into a flying arrow, and rushed straight to the battle group where the corpse witch was.

This may be regarded as the last straw that broke the camel's back.

When the first iron ring broke, the entire war chain collapsed in an instant, and there was an astonishingly huge deviation in a certain direction.

To be able to stalemate the battle until this point, every small battlefield is almost evenly matched. At this time, an extra powerful force is suddenly added, which can turn the tide of the battle in an instant. One push two, two push three, just like a snowball, every time you save a battle, you can save the cemetery elite who released a certain amount of power. When the elite of these cemeteries converged from the streams to form rivers, the entire battle has completely turned to the large cemetery.

First, the Balrog who fought with the ghost dragon, although he was two levels behind, he completely beat Moros, who was born halfway, in terms of physical fitness, combat skills, and fighting experience. Therefore, after some rolling and wrestling, the damage suffered by the ghost dragon Moros was far more than that of the Balrog who was several grades younger than him.

The Gorefiend led reinforcements at just the right time. The Balrog just had a chance to distract himself, and was bitten by Moros, who was full of anger, on the arm. The unique "aging attack" of the ghost dragon clan caused the Balrog to lose its vitality in an instant. Even though the Balrog's huge iron fist smashed the ghost dragon's skull and the raging abyssal flames softened some of the bone spurs on the skull, Moros still desperately entangled this terrible abyssal demon with staring eyes.

The blood mage's raindrops of "blood bullets" and the corpse witches' "clouds of death", "skeleton arrows" and "bone spears" shot regardless, and they no longer cared about a little accidental injury. Finally, half an hour later, the Balrog's life came to an end. But what's even more sad is that, because the Lichs had been prepared for a long time, under the suppression of a series of curse spells, the Balrog couldn't even complete the final "burning body explosion", and could only die aggrieved in the arms of the ghost dragon Moros. middle.

Another series of "dead energy surges" entered the ghost dragon's body, causing his keel, which was already full of fine cracks, to slowly recover. Moros crouched on the dead body of the Balrog, regardless of the burning of the embers, he couldn't help screaming excitedly.

The huge bone wings brought a fierce hurricane, and the ghost dragon Moros rushed to the sky again, rejoining the bone dragon team in the cemetery. Nine huge skeletal dragons and ghost dragons circled in the sky several times. Under the guidance of Moros, the bone wings retracted, and they rushed towards the many demons who were struggling with the Ebon Knights.

Once the Bone Dragon Squad is tangled into an army and merged into a shock wave, it can be called an air heavy cavalry.

Randomly aiming at an abyssal demon at the level of a great demon, first a series of curse spells opened the way, and dense black light bloomed on the opponent's body one after another. Taking advantage of the momentary pause when the opponent dispelled the curse, the skeleton dragons rushed forward one by one, and threw the opponent to the ground without the slightest demeanor of a strong man, followed by a crazy beating.

They were obviously a group of noble seventh-order bone dragons, but they behaved like a group of mad dogs who saw their prey, biting any part of the devil at will and never letting go. With the sharp bone fangs swinging from side to side and tearing fiercely with the head, the 6 bone dragons worked together, even a big demon could be dismembered in the shortest time.

The two ghost dragons still have a trace of dragon pride, but they just wander around the periphery and cast curses, and the tumbling black clouds hardly have a moment to stop.

And Ghost Dragon Moros finally understood his position, and he no longer intends to do those single-handed feats that are more "bachelor". He leads a group of subordinates, just like a hunter with a group of ferocious hounds, in a chaotic battlefield, sees which abyssal demon is too arrogant, just pouts, pushes down, beats up, solid chores will be done by the younger brother up. And he just needs to walk over easily, open his bloody mouth full of sharp inverted teeth, and bite off the opponent's head in one bite.

This kind of cooperation allowed him not to lose a single bit, but he was able to obtain the greatest merit. After a while of wandering, four lonely abyssal demons became his prey.

Such arrogance and arrogance undoubtedly aroused the demon's anger. After a while, five abyssal demons of the great demon level gathered together, rushed over aggressively and fought with the bone dragon team again into a mess.

In a corner of the battlefield, the Demon Hunting Spider, which was unstoppable at the beginning of the war, has become the embodiment of death. Rather than saying that the witcher spider is a living thing, it is better to say that it is a monster made of metal, a monster shaped like a giant spider. Its huge body is supported by eight long legs with jointed limbs. The end of each jointed limb is like a sharp blade. Even the rock-solid ice barren tundra after freezing has been inserted into countless holes by it, not to mention the undead. That fragile body.

Rampage in the cemetery army, the witcher spider has almost no generals, whether it is a burly abomination, a licker who can jump freely, or a vampire who is circling and shuttling. In front of them, they were cut in half.

In the 3-hour arduous battle, countless undead have already died under the jointed limbs and giant claws of the Demon Hunting Spider. But in order to prevent this big guy from running out to disturb other battlefields, the blood mage in charge of commanding here could only pinch his nose and mobilize a group of lickers to surround it, even if it is to die, he must be trapped in place.

So when You Nu flashed out from the shadows, what she saw was a pile of densely packed tombs, a tomb made up of lickers and zombies, and the witcher spider was showing off its might on top of the pile of corpses.