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On the frontal battlefield, the demon army only paid the most price of 7,000 cannon fodder lives, pushed the battle line to the city, and played the melee that the demon is best at with the undead.

The demon lords who were overseeing the battle in the rear let out a piercing and sharp howl, all of them felt disdain for the undead's external power, and they were even more confident that their subordinates would break through the undead's defense line before others. Out of the urgency of competing for merit, the demon lords couldn't help but intensify their urging on their subordinates, and even the mid-level demon elite guards subordinate to them began to move forward slowly, ready to throw a fatal blow at any time.

And the plane lord Hilgai, who had been quietly watching the battle on a temporary high platform 10 miles away, had a grim smile full of disdain on his hideous and ugly wrinkled face.

These stupid, dirty, muscle-filled impulse lords, one by one, were so excited that they wanted to immediately rush to the city with their elite guards and stab through the fragile defenses that the undead were still holding onto. In this way, you can not only reap some ethereal cheap praise, but also get rich feedback from plane consciousness.

They didn't know how to use their rare thoughts, to be able to be listed as the enemy of the plane by the plane consciousness so solemnly, such an undead could be so easily stabbed down?

Since the beginning of the war, only those huge flesh giants (the name of the plane world) have appeared on the wall of the undead wall, as well as a large number of vampires, and the necromancers and death knights that were the focus of the intelligence investigation have not appeared at all. As for the corpse witches in the war tower, the strength they showed did not match their rank.

And on the giant tower standing in the center of the undead city, although the magic glow is thick, there is no intention of cooperating with the city defense to launch a magical attack. It seems that it is also waiting for the real main force of the demon army to enter the cityhead area, and the undead city will really show its hideous face.

With a large number of demon soldiers climbing the city, the Abomination + Vampire defense line is already a little shaky. This is not only the case, but with the superior eyesight of the plane lord Hilgai, he can see from afar that the defense line of the undead wall on the other side has also been climbed by hordes of demon soldiers, and a bloody hand-to-hand battle is being launched.

Plane Lord Hilgai also wanted to peek into some secrets in the undead city, but unfortunately, once his sight penetrated 50 meters behind the city wall, he would be weakened and deflected by the rich death qi surging in the air, and he could only dimly see some mottled light and shadow. Even if the plane consciousness is attached to him at this moment, the super-distance vision that is usually clumsy is also blocked, and it is impossible to understand what is inside.

This is a group of undead forces who have come prepared, and they actually have a special means to block the infiltration of plane consciousness.

Hilgei's alertness rose a few points again.

However, his clarity only lasted for a short quarter of an hour, and soon the chaotic and tyrannical plane consciousness reoccupied his body and mind, allowing him to gradually confuse his self-consciousness in the endless wave of power, leaving only extreme hatred for the enemies of the plane.

Although the consciousness of the 43rd plane of the Abyss World was born early, if it wants to control its body finely, it still needs to rely on a solid one that it can rely on. Therefore, the lucky Hilgai has evolved smoothly from a small cowardly demon to a great Barlow Flame Demon from the day he was chosen by the plane consciousness, and sat on the supreme throne of the plane lord.

In the endless abyss plane, the 43rd layer plane can only be regarded as a small plane, so the rich plane nourishment can only push Hilgai to level 19, which is still far from the legendary abyss lord of his dreams.

However, since becoming a plane lord, Hilgai, who is already average in strength, has become a predetermined carrier of plane consciousness. The advent of the plane consciousness from time to time gradually assimilated his originally bright and cunning mind into the chaotic plane consciousness, and he was often in an epileptic state of surging qi and blood and boiling consciousness, so he also won the title of "Cruel Lord".

The cunning and cunning of Hilgai himself and the tyrannical and violent temperament of the plane consciousness are intertwined and collided with each other in the depths of consciousness. As a result, in this state of intermittent madness, which is sometimes awake and sometimes chaotic, he often issues all kinds of self-contradictory battle commands that are difficult for outsiders to understand.

At this moment, in the front-line battlefield of the fierce confrontation between demons and undead, the demons have gradually erased the advantage of the undead on the terrain and began to fight frantically on the city. It's just that this smoothing was paid for the flesh and blood of the tens of thousands of demon cannon fodder soldiers, and as the battle continued, this price expanded.

The superiority of the situation made the demon inexplicably excited, and team after team of demon soldiers rushed to the wall of white bones under the beating and whipping of the mid-level demon, and then turned into broken corpses covered with ravines there. Gradually, the walls of the city were piled up with thick mountains of flesh that were a few feet high. You live and die, you come and go, the life and death strangulation is going on on Roshan, and all the losers will become a part of Roshan, so that it will continue to grow taller and thicker.

When the corpses of the demons that had fallen near the walls of bones lived up to certain expectations, a new order was issued from within the Mage Tower of the Chaos Lands.

Staying in the war tower peacefully, the many corpse witches who had been maintaining a half-fire output received the order, and immediately gave up the accumulation of the cloud of death, and launched a joint spell with the Witch King as the center. The surging tide of death qi immediately began to converge around the towers, and the chanting of huge spells was accompanied by strong mana fluctuations that shook the heavens and the earth.

Even the most stupid demon soldiers could detect something wrong in the anomalies of heaven and earth, and the high-ranking demons who oversaw the battle watched one after another, silently speculating on the methods that the undead might use.

It's a summoning spell!

This is the slightest clue that many high-level demons have detected from the fluctuating mana, and the target of the spell is the corpses of demon soldiers accumulated in the five hours of fighting up and down the White Bone Wall.

These damn undead!

In the muffled curse of the demon lord, the surging spell fluctuations were coming to an end, and the gray cyclones fell on a large area near the city wall. In the "crackling" sound of flesh and blood, countless skeleton warriors and rotten zombies slowly climbed up and down the city wall with the help of abundant corpses, and for a time they actually wrapped the charging demon cannon fodder troops in the encirclement with a local sea of soldiers.

In this "crowded" and "weird" big millstone, any gap in space is tightly filled by the summoned undead. It's like a small house, suddenly squeezed into ten or a hundred times more creatures, and there will inevitably be various "intimate" shots of you and me, and I have you.

The demon cannon fodder soldiers are undoubtedly much higher than the summoned low-level skeletons and zombies, but the embarrassing and narrow battle space makes it impossible for any demon to have the possibility of wanton fighting, but the low-level undead who do not have fatal points are more suitable for this kind of "zero distance" fighting.

Countless skeleton warriors crumbled into bone powder in the squeezing of flesh and flesh, but there were also countless zombies who used the power of others to penetrate their dark and shiny claws through the tough hard skin of demons and plunge deep into their bodies. The vigorous churning and tearing, coupled with the ferocious bite of the bloody mouth, the demons and the undead could not distance each other, so they could only attack each other frantically with beast-like instincts.

In less than half an hour, the demon legions that rushed to the city had paid twice as many casualties as before, and a large number of demon soldiers and undead warriors were intertwined with each other, gathering into lumps of flesh. Massive amounts of purple, fishy, corrosive demonic blood flowed out of the mountains of flesh, flowing happily on the walls of white bones, converging with each other to form a gurgling stream, slowly stretching under the walls among the messy and trampled hooves and black feet.

Nourished by sufficient blood, the dense white skulls on the white bone city wall were infected into a dark brown, and an indescribable ferocious and tyrannical aura slowly spread, completely stimulating the ferocity of the soldiers on both sides present, making the battle more fierce and ferocious.

What is even more frightening is that the soul of the demon soldier that has not dissipated after his death is forced by the rich death qi to turn into a hideous resentful spirit at a speed visible to the naked eye, wandering the bloody battlefield.

Thanks to these unexpected reinforcements, the little advantage that the demon side had just revealed disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that it was difficult for low-level demon cannon fodder soldiers to win in the grinding disc with the undead, many demon lords couldn't help but send their own elite troops.

But at this moment, the mage tower, which had not made a big move for a long time, also had strong magic fluctuations. The rune lines on the tower's body were all lit up, and the dense magical glow combined with the hazy death air dyed half of the sky into a bizarre illusory world.

With the intervention of the Lord's Guard, the war has changed from cannon fodder to all-out war, and the intensity of the battle has instantly increased to the limit.

A large group of fire-throwing monsters, led by the Fire Burning Demon, entered the battlefield in the mode of 100 people, and began to sweep the city with a dense carpet of fireballs. The whole process didn't mean to dodge the demon cannon fodder soldiers at all, and when you see where the battle groups gathered are dense, groups of fireballs fly over, anyway, the demon's fire resistance is much higher than that of the undead, and the fireballs hurt the undead soldiers more, which is enough.

The hordes of Flodemons roared into the sky, hovering above the city like goshawks, striking their targets with swift dives and sharp claws. And this blow is continuous, often one Flomo swept past and grabbed a large piece of flesh from the opponent's body, the second Flomo's attack was also approaching, and the third was also in a state of diving......

Relying on such a cluster of dive attacks, one by one, under the coordinated attack of heaven and earth, the body of the abomination suffered more damage than the critical point and disintegrated into a ground of rotten flesh, rotting corpse pieces, and fishy purple and black corpse water.

In the continuous flames, the ugly and hideous group of berserk war demons and blood lion demons appeared above the city almost instantly with the help of the flames. As the best of the mid-tier demons, the exaggerated heavy weapons in their hands were far from being able to compete with thin vampires and low-level abominations.

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