The war of the undead is always long and tortuous. "Words * love * first * hair

Both sides are like a strong and clumsy giant, you punch and I kick each other to wear down each other's strength. Even if there are occasional mistakes during the battle, it is difficult for the opponent to capture this fighter with that slow and stiff movement. Therefore, quick wins and big victories are rare, and heavy victories after hard fighting have become the norm.

In the Battle of Kuroki Lake, from the morning fighting in the beginning of spring to the dimly lit afternoon, and then to the dark night, the entire front line of the war was constantly moving. The necropolis side of the defensive line had retreated into the fog of war, cowering to the vicinity of Mars City.

As the name suggests, Mars City is the embodiment of the corpse demon Mars.

At this critical moment of fierce warfare, the corpse demon Mars had completely gathered his extended body. The huge body with a radius of nearly a kilometer shrank by nearly half, leaving only a radius of 500 meters. The huge obsidian tombstones that make up the body move to the edge of the body as the soil flows through it, where they are pieced together one by one to form an alternative city wall.

The black-clad corpses and zombies that crawled out of the tombs gathered around the city walls, faithfully performing their duties as guards. As the tomb soil rolled up, the earthquake trembled, and the ghost fire towers with eerie shapes rose from the inside, the ghost fire fluttered on it, the ghost roared again and again, and the rich and condensed death aura gathered and condensed inside.

Towering eerie magical buildings, strange and hideous stone statues, mournful wails echoing in the ears all the time, slightly raised tombs, **solemn large mausoleums...... That's the biggest impression that Mars City makes.

All the members of the Council of the Dead who saw the cemetery expeditionary force lurking in a city of the dead under the thick fog of war were speechless. Of course, with their knowledge, they are not so unrecognizable as the Corpse Grave Demon that is a well-known constructed undead. While they have a headache about how to capture this undead fort, they are also envious of each other's good luck.

The Corpse Demon is an activated construct undead, and it is probably already the most high-end and high-grade activity castle in the group of necromancers. In the Klein Continent, when the undead spellcaster cannot openly erect his own mage tower, it is already the most luxurious enjoyment to have a mobile undead castle of his own.

Such an undead treasure may not be uncommon for legendary lichs, but for those low-level lichs, necromancers, and high-level undead who are still in the period of hard grinding, with it, they no longer have to make a painful choice between the hard work and the beloved magic reality.

However, in order to get such good loot, they probably need to clear the large hedgehog that is difficult to deal with in the cemetery beforehand.

With more than a dozen times the opponent's huge forces, regardless of casualties, the side of the Council of the Undead finally broke through the opponent's abominable defense line several times and spread the flames of war to the vicinity of the most core Mars City. Under the thick fog of war, the 10-mile radius around Mars City has become a sea of undead, and strange undead can be seen fighting everywhere.

After the defensive line was breached, the sluggish abominants had no time to retreat into the city of Mars, and could only organize resistance on the spot in a piecemeal manner. They circled more than a dozen large and small battle circles in the boundless sea of undead, still bravely killing the undead. And the first and second regiments of the Black Blade Knights, under the leadership of the two captains, are still galloping in the crowd of undead, and every time the huge horse hooves and shining and fast horse chopping knives fall, there are patches of undead turned into dry bones.

They are like icebreakers in the middle of a frozen sea, and no one can stop them in their direction. But their speed is getting slower and slower, and they are in the position of being frozen in place.

And the only invincible one is the Graveyard Bat Demon Sky Riding Spell Casting Troupe. They hovered in mid-air, gray clouds of death crashing into the sea of wriggling corpses beneath their feet, causing dozens or even hundreds of casualties every moment. Unfortunately, this loss was of no avail to the enemies who had already spread into a sea of corpses, and the void left by the Flower of Death after it bloomed could not even hold on to it and was refilled by the swarming zombies.

What comes to them is always a wriggling carpet woven of human flesh.

If someone looks down from the sky at this time, they will find the hills, hills, small slopes, wastelands, and lakes around Lake Kurogi, centered on the fog of war...... The space where a qiē can stand is covered by a surging crowd of human heads.

Ragged, hideous-looking zombies,

Skinny skeletons that creak when they walk,

A hazy and illusory body, a wailing ghost that exudes a faint fluorescent glow,

Crouching on the ground, like a skinned corpse of a cruel ghoul,

Wearing tattered armor and dragging a rusty sword in his hand, the black warrior

As for the high-level Shadow Slayer, Vampire, Banshee, Ghoul, Ghost Wolf, Evil Spirit and other characters, they don't bother to mingle with these low-level undead creatures, walking on the edge of the team one by one, constantly threatening any undead who dares to approach them.

On their way, they will always pass by one battlefield after another. Around every fallen Stitch Monster and Plague Lord, a massive amount of undead remains and bone fragments nearly half a foot thick will be found. As for the bones of those undead knights who crisscrossed the battlefield, they had been buried deep underneath the layers of undead corpses.

The fighting continues.

With the influx of undead, the thick fog of war floating in the air could no longer be an obstacle, finally allowing the eyes of the two legendary lichs to be projected on the magical undead war castle.

Behind the side of the Castle of the Dead, a chimney-like magical structure was spewing black smoke from it, creating these annoying and abominable fogs. Of course, there are many suspicious buildings that look eerie around the Undead War Castle, and a faint elemental halo that cannot be directly seen by the naked eye is transmitted from it, which is also a magical building.

This made the two legendary lichs look at each other.

The world of magic is truly vast, and the things you see on the enemy's side today are all mysterious creations that have never been seen before. If you can take them all into your arms, you will definitely gain a lot of new knowledge and inspiration.

At this time, the battle was already confined to the perimeter of the city where the corpse demon had turned into a corpse, and even in many places, the surging sea of the undead had already begun to siege the city. However, in the face of the overwhelming wave of undead, the corpse demon Mars showed that he was far more brave and invincible than his own level.

The corpses, zombies, ghosts, and clumsy gargoyles that bind it swarm beneath the obsidian walls, slaughtering the undead in a frenzied and tyrannical manner. The bones of the scattered undead were stacked in front of them, and they had the potential to gather into a small mountain.

They are fighting bravely, and the undead of the attacking side are also attacking without fear of death, and the casualties on both sides are basically equal.

But here's the weird place. No matter how many undead there are on the fallen side of the cemetery, more graveyard undead are constantly crawling out of the hill-like graves behind them, and they are constantly throwing themselves into the battlefield.

"That damn corpse demon is stealing corpses, we can't let cannon fodder be wasted in this place. Inform the necromancers and tell these low-level little ones to step down. Jean Serrere, Dorothy, Jarnale, Zugin...... They're on! ”

The first to see the situation was Prince Hovis, who had been presiding over the entire battle. He roared in a low voice, his cheeks pale as if coated with a heavy layer of white powder, and only the constant waving of the exquisite noble cane in his hand could express the true anger in his heart.

From his position, he could see the battlefield at the forefront.

The corpse demon was really stealing the corpse.

In fact, the battle that took place under the obsidian walls was still within the scope of the graveyard of the corpse demon Mars, and all the undead who had died in battle fell on this dark land, and they were slowly dissolving at a rapid speed. It was only because of the excessive number of undead who died in battle and the piles of corpses that were piled up layer after layer, so Mars's stealing of corpses from the evil tomb hidden underground was not discovered at the first time.

All the corpses that had been wrapped up in the tomb soil were re-brought to life in the rumbling and efficient undead transformation chamber, crawling out of the ground one by one through the graveyard passage above, once again plunging into the never-ending civil war of the undead. It can be said that as long as Mars's own energy reserves are not exhausted, it can rely on the undead corpses recovered from the battlefield to drag down the undead army outside.

Prince Hovis, who was facing the battle commander outside, discovered this, so he panicked and ordered someone to tear off the undead sea tactics that had been tested in front of him, and instead selected some middle and high-level undead little lords to rush forward to fight. As long as you can break the self-constructed virtuous cycle of corpse demons, can a slow-moving activated undead really turn the sky upside down?

As a result, driven by many necromancers, the tide of undead corpses that was still crowded just now was like the sea water at low tide, slowly and sluggishly receding far away. Instead of them, there are teams of mid- and high-level undead creatures with different forms of momentum.

These are the backbone of the undead that the Council of the Dead has worked so hard to accumulate. Only by relying on them can the United Council of the Dead control the undead tide in its hands. Although the necromancer's command ability is not weak, they are not real undead after all, and there are always times when they are low on energy, how can these tireless and undead little lords who are not afraid of life and death be more handy to use.

These undead little lords are all implanted with slave contracts in the soul fire, and there is no problem with trust. And those necromancers were just inspired to come and be forced into this group by the cruel environment of the outside world. A slave who is in charge of life and death, and a wage earner who cannot be fully controlled, it is self-evident who is more loyal and who is more trustworthy between the two.