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The slightest change in the cannon fodder unit in the cemetery can be intuitively reflected on the enemy.

It had only been a quarter of an hour before Krabrick, the Eye Demon, felt that the pressure on him had increased more than fivefold. In the previous half-hour of undead rapid attacks, it always found a rhythm of attack according to its combat instinct, and controlled the damage it received at a rate that would not exceed the range of its regeneration ability.

This can not only effectively wear down the enemy's strength, but also avoid the terrible situation of reducing combat power due to the accumulation of body damage.

But with some subtle changes in these undead, Krabck's pressure began to increase inexplicably and suddenly. In a short period of time, countless minor injuries on its body piled up into minor wounds, and then began to transform into minor injuries that affected the battle. Even it was like this, the two little eye demons with slightly weaker strength had already been clumsy, and their bodies were also unable to move.

This couldn't help but make the Eye Demon Krabck roar in anger, and the frequency of attacks began to speed up. Although this can effectively suppress the offensive of the undead, it inevitably affects the healing of the wounds on the body. And after a long overclocking battle, even it with excellent regeneration ability can't help but feel a little exhausted.

Of course, what affects its combat situation even more is the constant flow of undead.

The entrance to the small cave in the distance became a wellhead leading to the Sea of the Undead, and no matter how hard they fought it, an equal number of undead would pour in to fill the void. And the ground near the altar is almost filled with the remains of this "ghoul". If it weren't for the Drow priest who was hiding inside, who incinerated a batch with a wide range of divine magic from time to time, they would probably have been drowned by the remains of the undead.

In fact, after the current battle, both warring sides have a new understanding of each other's combat strength.

The cemetery side truly experienced the sharpness of the high-end combat power of the Klein Continent at the cost of more than 1,900 low-level military casualties, while the Drow side experienced the horror of the undead sea with the many wounds on his body. So the more you know, the less willing the parties will be to continue this stalemate.

Just as the Eye Demon Krabck was frequently discussing the temporary retreat with Resel in spiritual words, the young mage also received a hint from Jacob, the leader of the corpse witches.

The battle count jù has been collected!

"It's time to put an end to this!" The anger that the young mage had been suppressing needed to be vented, and he had long wanted to inflict humane damage on these bastards in front of him.

Today's loss of cannon fodder has long exceeded his psychological bottom line, if it weren't for a few intelligent subordinates who have been persuading him that this is worth it, he would have been unable to help but launch the strongest offensive a long time ago.

The changes in the battlefield are obvious.

Three of Krabck's dozen or so eye stalks were dysfunctional, and they were covered with mottled purple-black blood stains, most of which were from enemies, but some were his own. As a result, it can only dance with more frantic volleys to keep these mutant ghouls out of range with fragile bodies and sharp tongue attacks. And the long-term ray attack also made its mana a little overwhelmed, and the attack frequency was falling again and again, and now it could barely kill those ghostly ghosts who were not afraid of death in front of him, preventing them from breaking through their own defenses.

Even it was, and the two little Eyes were even more miserable. Nearly half of the eye stalk hung under his body and barely protected his body, and the body that was usually the most tightly protected was scarred, and one of the small-eyed demons even had a crack visible to the naked eye even the most important main eye.

The crumbling front that was impacted shrank again and again, from the beginning of the strict guarding of the top of the altar without leakage, to the current turtle cowering near the execution table barely supporting, even the body of the Resel master mother who was protected in the middle, the snakehead whip, and the short blade of the talisman were stained with fishy blood.

The excessive consumption of divine magic made the original dazzling aura of divine magic on her body dim. The never-ending onslaught of the undead left her with no choice but to use her long whip and short blade to eliminate the ugly guys who slipped in.

The arrogance of the beginning of the war has been wiped out by the hour-long high-intensity fighting. The most she was thinking about now was how to get out of this flesh mill and return to the family station, which had strong fortifications to rely on.

She could sense that her family's garrison had not been completely captured, and that there were still a large number of Drow warriors and a small number of Drow priests who were resisting stubbornly, guarding the most important audience room for the Drow family.

But the portal to leave is behind the dense undead. There are more undead cannon fodder there who enter this battlefield in an orderly manner under the assignment of high-level undead, wandering around the altar, hitting their own defense line with regular attack waves. It is clear that it is unrealistic to want to leave from there.

With the excessive consumption of the divine power in Ressil's body, the mysterious magic circle that had been broken and enveloped the entire Rasmufil City began to exert its power again. The power of the bloody sacrifice was gradually suppressed, and the magic she had prayed to Her Highness in exchange for the Spider Queen was gradually getting unanswered, and it seemed that it would not be long before the undead would once again cut off the channel between the Drow Priest and the Spider Queen.

"Can't hesitate any longer!" Mistress Ruisil's blood-stained pretty face was full of hideousness: "The divine power in my body is no longer enough to summon the divine envoy of the Spider Queen, if you want to rush out, you must make another sacrifice!" ”

After thinking about it, Ruisel's fierce gaze swept over the huge and ugly meat ball in front of him, and hurriedly shouted: "Krabek, hold it for me for another 2 minutes, I will perform a large-scale magic spell!" ”

After saying that, he put away the snake's head whip and the short blade of the talisman, and first repaired the magic shield for himself, and then knelt down reverently, and concentrated on reciting the fleshy prayer in praise of the spider queen Rose.

"Damn the black-skinned ghost, what kind of large-scale magic is being launched at this time! It's only right to think about getting out early! The Eye Demon Krabbck muttered resentfully, barely boosting his morale, and with a frantic burst of rays, he finally cleared out most of the lickers and spirits around him, freeing up a space for himself to breathe.

Sensing the divine fluctuations that began to ripple violently behind him, Krabck couldn't help but express a little disdain in his heart again, and only then did he return to his previous state of passive defense.

The divine shock behind him continued to strengthen.

"It doesn't seem like the offensive magic that Drow Heipi was talking about, does it? How does it feel like a summoning prayer ritual? Is that black skin still strong enough to support this kind of divine power up to the 9th order? "The prolonged and high-intensity battles inevitably reduced the Eye Demon Krabek's danger sensitivity, but nearly 600 years of underground travel also gave him a wealth of knowledge, so it quickly woke up.

Or the same question just now, does this damn Drow Black Skin still have the divine power to complete this 9th-order divine magic summoning? No, she's close to running out of divine power. At this time, she still dares to summon divine arts, isn't she afraid of draining her essence and blood?

With inexplicable horror, the Eye Demon Krabck frantically scanned the surroundings.

"Damn, it's an altar!"

Krabck suddenly realized that it had been within the altar's range of action since the beginning of the teleportation. If Drow Black Skin doesn't want to harm himself and others, he must look for sacrificial items or creatures that can replace himself, so it seems that the only people who can be called qualified sacrifices in front of him are the spirit-bound corpse Phil and ......

As soon as Krabek's furious roar sounded, the attack of the corpse Philon behind him had already arrived. The snake's whip, strengthened by the blessing of divine magic, was like a red-hot iron bar, breaking through the protection of the layers of force field walls, and gnawing fiercely on the body of Krabck's flesh flipped.

Krabck is worthy of being a veteran underground predator, although the time of realization is very short, he still reluctantly blessed himself with dense force field protection, and all the eye stalks in front of him quickly recovered, and began to unconsciously diffuse behind him.

Although it was seriously injured, its ability to resist was not lost, and the other two Little-Eyed Demons were much more vulnerable, and they were directly hit by the divine attack that swooped down from behind them, and they fell on the altar.

Krabck had the heart to rush out alone, but the straight whip of the snake behind him held it firmly in place until the end of the sacrifice prayer ceremony.

The murmur of the female murmur sounded again, and the brilliant divine brilliance once again enveloped the Drow altar, and in the tidal wave of divine power, the bodies of the three eyed demons, one large, two small, and three eyes suddenly began to dissolve.

Krabco, who knew that he could not be spared, screamed, and before his consciousness was completely annihilated, the crazy rays rained down on the two ugly figures standing on the altar, and even the main eye in the middle of the body opened again before it shattered, and shot out a ruining ray.

This sacrifice was obviously better than the last one, and the goddess sighed with satisfaction from the cluster of blue-blue flames floating from the top of the altar, and her majesty had a great appreciation for the level of the sacrifice and the deadly rebellion of the Drow followers against their "allies".

Therefore, when more than a dozen portals opened in mid-air, and a team of well-equipped high-level demons, demonized drow elves, arachnoid elves, and wax melting demons rushed out of them, the young mage couldn't help but sigh lightly.

As a well-known Abyss Demon God and Plane Lord in the Abyss, Rose the Spider Queen has hordes of high-ranking demon soldiers under her command, and the Wax Melt Demon is known as Rose's Handmaiden. Most of the Drow families often communicate with the supreme and evil Queen Rose during their sacrificial prayers, but this strange group of wax melters.

As the Spider Queen's attendants, the true form of these wax melters is a 6-foot-tall, foul-smelling clayy creature with eight powerful tentacles extending out of their bodies, and a blood-red eye embedded in their bodies. However, they can change into one of three forms at will - a beautiful human or elven (usually drow) female, a large black mutant spider, or a 10-foot-tall and 5-foot-wide pillar of gas-like clouds.

According to legend, those who are close to Rose the queen of spiders have a stronger wax melting demon ability, and can shape their own bodies at will, changing into any biological form they have ever seen. Many scholars speculate with disdain that the reason why they have this "terrifying" ability is entirely to satisfy some of the perverted psychology and physiology of Queen Rose.

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