The march of the undead is unstoppable!

With the momentum of a thousand armies, the army of undead creatures densely clustered together under the black pressure stepped on this strange and palpitating land without any consciousness at all.

Nothing happens!

Just like the ordinary frozen soil of the undead world, the dense army of the undead walked on it without any unexpected changes. There are no undead ambushes, no ghouls in the way, and the army of the undead is advancing smoothly!

Lux and Phinea flew in the air, ready to deal with all kinds of changes, but they were surprisingly calm as usual. Although the two of them were puzzled, they couldn't stop the undead army under their feet and slowly probe, so they could only float in the air and move slowly with the army.

And in the gray and black torrent under the imperceptible feet of the two of them, there were many strange zombies in ragged clothes and blue-gray bodies full of rotting pus in some imperceptible hidden corners that came out of the dirt and quietly blended into the army of the undead who were staggering.

"Zombie Spy"

Such a thing would never have happened if it had been replaced by the Klein Continent.

Even if the necromancers of the Klein Continent can't command every subordinate undead like a finger, they also know how to put soul marks on the middle and high-level undead within their authority, and then drive them to control a large area of the undead cluster.

But the undead army in front of him was forcibly captured by Lux, Phinea and others, and the undead lord, the backbone of the original army, lost most of it in the last sacrifice, and the rest was not enough to tightly control the entire undead army in his hands. Without soul imprints, and without the direct drive of middle and high-level undead, these low-level undead cannon fodder who were driven like ducks could not identify any friend or foe at all, so after making a noise about the "zombie partners" that suddenly appeared, they accepted it.

These rotten zombies sent out by Stratholme can be regarded as veterans of battle, their size, strength, physical toughness, and soul fire strength are far superior to those of ordinary zombies, so not long after they mixed in, they are already like the leaders of that piece of skeleton zombies. Under their intentional or unintentional waving, some dazed and ignorant low-level undead involuntarily gathered around them and became their guards.

This strange change happened right under the noses of the two undead lichs, but they didn't notice it at all, and it was only strange that the density of undead in some plots seemed to have increased a lot compared to before. Looking down from their perspective, all that filled the horizon were black and gray figures that were constantly squirming forward, except for the huge body of the stitching monster, which looked more dazzling, and the other low-level undead were almost in the background, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific individual at all.

The army of the undead staggered forward on the bone-white ground, and although the speed was slow, it would eventually climb to the day.

After a while, the mighty black ash turbidity finally came to the deep fog of war that covered the sky and the sun.

Sensing the familiar feeling brought by the fog of war up close, Lux finally confirmed the guess in his heart, turned his head and ordered: "Go and inform Lord Sazastan that this may be the territory of that Angle, we should deal with it!" ”

"Angle? That psychic mancer? Phinea thought that she would never experience the feeling of being frightened again, but at this moment, the cross-shaped soul fire in her sunken and deep eye sockets still couldn't help but shrink, and there was a certain jealousy in her words.

The Council of the Dead's astonishing move, which took a hundred years to succeed in one fell swoop, was actually destroyed by such an elusive psychic mancer. If it weren't for him to blow up the inside story and lead his troops to raid the City of the Undead, I'm afraid that the Gate of the Seat would not have been destroyed so easily.

Seriously, the one who is now at the top of the list of mortal enemies of the Council of the Dead is this hateful guy who acts unscrupulously. If it weren't for the fact that no trace of him could be found, I'm afraid that a few legendary old monsters cowering in the capital of the dead would have already come out to move their hands and feet.

Although Phinea had known for a long time that the Psychic Warlock had probed her tentacles into this undead realm, she did not find any clues in the subsequent large-scale investigation. Although the undead force in front of him was also extremely suspicious, Phinea still didn't think of that psychic warlock.

However, today, Lord Lux's categorical assertion made Phoenix's heart stir, and he had a feeling of sudden realization.

Lord Lux had come into contact with one of the Psychic Warlocks' subordinates in the Duchy of Novis, so he should have some knowledge of him, could it be ......

"Sue Sù Lord Sazastan, we are very likely to face a well-guarded city of the undead, let him prepare early!" Sure enough, Lux's next words were even more shocking, which made Phinea feel heavy.

"Yes, I'm going to tell you!"

Phinea bowed in order, looked up and swept away the strange fog that obscured all the vision in front of him, and turned around and sped towards the rear of the army of the undead.

The fog of war obscured the sky and the sun, and when you looked at it from afar, the line of sight could not penetrate it at all, so there was no way to know anything inside. However, just from the strange sound of the turbulent waves, you can know that it must be crowded with zombies.

The cemetery army began to rush out of the fog.

The two armies of the undead from all sides continued to get closer and closer, and the zombie skeleton ghoul at the front began to intimidate each other with teeth and claws, and his mouth kept making meaningless "ho-ho" strange screams.

Soon, the two sides collided and became entangled.

The two sides are undead creatures of the same species and genus, and some corpse poison, filth and other means are useless, so the two sides are strangled together, and the competition is the individual and the overall thickness. It's like two blue-gray reefs as hard as steel constantly colliding and colliding...... Each collision will peel off a few pieces of debris from above, and then be crushed into dust in the next collision.

The front end of the two reefs may be constantly wearing, but the subsequent injection of the huge army has made the reef grow stronger and expander, and gradually develop into the continuous collision of two moving continents.

These forests of zombies, skeletons, and ghouls were not afraid of life and death, driven by the high-level undead in the rear, they crowded forward in a daze, trying to peel a bloody path from the tough and dense jungle on the opposite side. The two sides met on the edge of the fog of war and fought here, which soon turned the place into a quagmire of chaos that stretched to both ends.

Every moment, a dozen or even hundreds of undead fell down, turning into a place of blood sauce under the trampling of countless pairs of big feet of the latecomers. The stench, rotting black blood meandered through the battlefield, gradually converging into a stream that was constantly thickening. The blood was constantly steaming, and even the eternal lead-gray gloomy clouds in the sky were infected with blood red, and half of the sky was reflected with a palpitating red glow.

Originally, with such a war of the undead, it was normal to fight casually for ten days and half a month. The current Cheng dù is not even a prelude to the start of the war, and may only be regarded as a warm-up before the start of the war.

According to convention, until the low-level undead on the front line have not consumed hundreds of thousands, those large-scale mid- and high-level undead will not set foot on the battlefield at all. However, Lux, who had a dark cloud in his heart, was not in the mood to wait for a few days, so as soon as the battle situation fell into anxiety, the soul fire in his eyes jumped again and again, and he sent orders one after another to those undead lords.

Driven by his strong orders, the middle and high-level undead who had gathered at the rear of the battle array finally reluctantly squeezed through the corpses and slowly walked towards the stalemate front line of the war.

It's a group of tall black warriors. Covered in heavy bronze armor, or broadswords, or hammers, or flails, they walked among the low zombie skeletons, and the low-level undead they encountered were all scrambled to dodge. Those who didn't have long eyes were reduced to powder in their angry roars.

Walking on the left side of the line is a group of stitching monsters that resemble a mountain of meat. The stitches of the huge body are as dense as centipedes, and the disastrous skin has messy fleshy protrusions, which look like a half-digested zombie torso. There were also countless horrible human faces wriggling like maggots on its huge belly, as if trying to break free from it. Each of these stitching monsters forcibly transformed against the life form is an enemy of life, and even if they are both undead creatures, other guys don't want to get too close to them.

Walking on the right side of the group is a group of tall elite skeleton knights, the leader of which has advanced to the level of Terror Knight. Although the number of teams is not large, the huge horse's hooves trample on the white bone earth and walk slowly, and the terrifying momentum of the condensation is far from being something that ordinary undead can compete with.

Behind the group were a group of even taller skeletons. Strangely shaped bodies, huge and thick bone spurs, or humanoids, or beast shapes, all the way forward, the click of bone friction has not stopped. One of the tallest and most majestic skeleton monsters in the team had reached a height of nearly 7 meters, and the bones all over their body were also overflowing with a distinctive copper color, as if they were doped with excessive metal components, and each step could cause a slight shock of the earth.

This guy is a saint-rank servant personally refined by the legendary lich Sazastan, and his real combat power is amazing. No team fighting against it will not be able to find its fatal flaws in that group of metal bones, and it will not be easy to gain a foothold around it.

There are as many as 6 similar Holy Order undead servants Sazastan, but only two have been brought into the undead realm. One is the Holy Order Bone Monster Mok in front of him, and the other is Roland, a Holy Order Shadow Assassin who lurks in the shadows behind Sazastan all day long.

Moreover, as a legendary lich of the same level, Sazastan is known as the Pale Lord, and holds two terrifying legendary pieces of legendary equipment, the Dead Moon Orb and the Sakohir's Seat. The average legendary mage simply doesn't have the strength to compete with him head-on.

Therefore, with the strength of Sazastan, as long as he does not provoke those undead kings in the undead realm, he can run rampant at all, and he can defeat half of the country alone.

No, whether or not the enemy's territory can be bulldozed this time depends entirely on the personal strength of this pale lord, and the huge army of the undead at his feet can act as a stepping stone at most. Thinking of the losses he had suffered in the past few years at the hands of this telemancer's affiliation, Lux couldn't help but hate it.

It's time to settle the reckoning with them!

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