87_87643 At first, Luo hid behind a magical ice shield and waited for an opportunity to fire sword-sharp ice bullets to cause some trouble for the swarming Shadow Monsters, but she soon gave up on this pointless act, because it was not much more effective than throwing torches into a large river in an attempt to boil it dry - it would attract the attention of her enemies and pose more threat to Morriel and herself.

So the girl simply devoted all her energy to condensing more ice shields for defense. Anyway, since she woke up from the control of the misty lady, she clearly felt that the power in her body was becoming more and more abundant day by day. She didn't know why, and she had asked Morriel about it, but the female mage couldn't tell her about it, so she had to be on the safe side and tell Kairo not to use too much of this after-effects...... But I can't take care of it anymore.

Several spiky tentacles whipped like whips, wrapped around the translucent ice barrier and tore at it, groping for an entrance, like a human trying to break open a mussel shell, eager to savor the tender flesh inside.

The whistling steel slashed and fell, slicing open the head of the Shadow Monster and the octopus butt that seemed to be related, shattering its bad intentions once and for all. The monster hissed and screamed, and black blood squeezed out of the severed tentacles one by one, spilling everywhere, and spraying a lot on the ice shield, which couldn't help but make Kairo feel a chill.

The disgusting and obscene looking thing was not resigned to its frustration, and it steadied itself on all fours, revealing a large mouth dripping with slime from the tentacles that opened its head, or rather, it just spat out more of its tentacles that had been stuffed in its mouth. Rows of sharp teeth are densely packed in the cylindrical mouthparts. When the Shadow Monster opened its mouth to the limit, it could even see the fangs digging deep into its dark body cavity, and maybe even the door had teeth, if it had one.

Just because you have a very powerful digestive system doesn't mean you're not afraid of very violent guns, and Forty-Seven completely broke it with one shot before this guy finished preparing for a deep breath and a long exhale. Its limb-like body crumbled in flames and smoke like a maggot, and its two large sickle-like claws drooped down from its back, cracked with a clatter when it was stepped on by the hooves of another rushing ghost, and the huge claws that had been as strong as steel a few seconds ago were decaying faster than the arrow hawks that swept across the sky.

Forty-seven reflexively swung another sword, and this sweep cut the three black figures with armor through the armor into six sections, as if they were just cutting reeds. The hoofed monster pounced on him from behind and held him down. The sheer weight of the weight made Forty-Seven shake as well, but its intention to bite the back of Forty-Seven's neck was in vain, as long, sharp horns like blades instantly protruded from the Iron Samurai's back and shoulder armor, pinning the Shadow Monster firmly to its body.

Now attacks from the rear have a shield to withstand, although it's not much of a fart. Forty-Seven walked about the boulevard with ease after eating enough early in the spring, wielding a noisy and hot earth power sword to chop off all the black claws that dared to reach into the bud-like ice shield, the twin cannons on his arms could tear apart an area in front of him with a single salvo, and even had time to grimace at the stunned Kairo inside the ice cover.

Well. Considering that this little girl would think it was an artifact when she saw the laser gun focusing the ruby, her stupid appearance was not surprising. However, her help was still somewhat effective, although in the bloody storm set off by Forty-Seven, the brainless Shadow Monsters poured most of their attacks desperately on him, but without Kairo's Million Cryo Fist...... Forget it, no matter how much, it is still quite troublesome for me to protect Moriel, who suddenly began to be stunned.

Despite every shot of the four ** hands and feet. Each sword was followed by one or more grotesque shadow creatures, but he was surrounded anyway - for the things rushed towards them like a collapsing mountain of coal, and the entire hollow was packed to the brim. There were more vague and unformed black shadows that climbed over the stone peak and joined the maddening black flood, turning into an endless stream of real nightmares and squeezing forward, completely unaware of the thoughts, vowing to devour the last island in the middle that would not compromise.

It is true that the waves can brush the reef into sand and sweep away nothing, but it will take a long, long time, so long that the average person cannot see that day. So if the monsters just want to consume the iron face that has just started to warm up for a while. You'll have to work harder.

A black-armored macho man with a similar height, width and thickness, who seemed to be a strengthened version of a black creep, braved being killed by the boiling black blood fragment porridge, and carried a tower shield of full height to withstand the wildly rotating sawgear blade. Even though the chainsaw was halfway into its body, the black monster's face made a rather difficult expression, which could be described as its features that had not grown in the right place spun and twisted like a whirlpool, and then raised its double-edged axe and slashed downward.

Forty-seven raised his hand to block the axe, and the sparks that exploded on the barrel of the arm cannon jumped half a day high. He increased the power of his chainsaw sword and sent his opponent to the ground with a single blow, and then he was completely overwhelmed by seven or eight flying balls of purple-black lava. The dark flames enveloped the entire ice shield in an instant, causing Kailo to scream and add another layer of barrier.

The fire cloud was still expanding, and the monsters rushed in, as if to grab the jackpot ticket.

A huge fireball exploded into the air, leaping nearly a hundred feet into the air, blowing the first few rows of attackers into the air. The burning Forty-Seven burned the Shadow Flame with his own heat, and his stature became nearly twice as tall as an ordinary person, like a demon guarding a treasure. He was adorned with spikes and ghostly faces, their eyes and mouths flickering and spitting fire

fangs to set off those abyss-like red eyes.

The shadow creatures soon refilled all directions around him. Although they weren't as fireproof and bulletproof as Forty-Seven, they didn't care that the flames were rattling their bodies, and their supple black muscles turned into pieces of charred cinder and fell, instead they poked and slashed at the tall steel warrior even more frantically. I can't tell if I'm using a sword-like claw or a claw-like sword.

The chainsaw slashed at an angular head, slicing off half of its face along with a dozen eyes. It swung its forelimbs twice and then collapsed limply forward, drowning in the claws of its legs and claws. As if they were devouring and merging with each other, larger and more ferocious monsters began to burst out of the darkness, their joints and torsos covered in bone armor black and shiny, and the thick and long limbs were contorted murder weapons like the instruments of the Inquisition.

So even Forty-Seven inevitably encountered some obstacles, after all, there are too many opponents, and it will take time to slaughter them one by one. They flocked tirelessly from all directions, with the sole purpose of giving forty-seven a blow or two with their teeth or claws. For this reason, he did not hesitate to pierce the same kind of people who stood in front of him. It's a bit strange that this kind of disorganized and undisciplined attack not only did not collapse their ranks, but instead snowballed thicker and thicker, and the pressure increased.

Out of the black tide full of claws swooped out a terrifying figure three times as tall as the other creatures around it. Its disc-like mouth opened to the limit but only emitted a snake-like hissing sound, and it looked like a cavity in its neck full of fangs. The black troll cut through the still-thriving wall of smoke and fire, grabbed a shadowed beast in its path with its dancing tentacles, and threw it at the barb at the tip of its tentacles, spilling the black earth's internal organs everywhere as it flew. The big monster aimed at Forty-Seven with a pair of large, half-moon-shaped horns as sharp as a scimitar. There are still flames left on it. Its two thinner humanoid arms under its armpits began to make some rough movements, black lightning rushing from between its hands, and the spikes on its body flashed all over its body. Then the monster stretched out its other stout forelimbs—jagged cuticles that spread from the sternum to the fingertips, like the mouth of a giant devouring shark. The powerful muscles of the two hind limbs tensed and exerted, and after a short period of momentum, they entered a furious charge, and the hard rocky ground was filled with droplets like waves, and even a shot from Forty-Seven could not stop its unstoppable savage charge.

It slammed into Forty-Seven as it clamped its claws around him. An explosion was born from between the legs and crotch of the monster. Stretching all the way to the middle of the tentacles on its back, a large number of bones and carapace fragments could not hide the screaming chainsaw sword, if the Phantom Monster also had humanoid reproductive abilities. This will inevitably make it forever cut off.

But the price of losing the ability to move for a moment is to be drowned by this living black tide. The swarming claws, arms, and bodies weaved into a suffocating web that quickly enveloped the Iron Warrior.

Forty-seven had to lean back against the ice cover behind him—the ice wall made an overwhelming cracking sound, sharp and piercing. No matter how powerful a warrior is, he can't recover when he loses his balance, but Forty-Seven is not a simple warrior. His waist and leg joints immediately responded, solidifying into iron lumps that could no longer be shaken. At the same time, countless activated metal fibers rapidly breed and spread throughout the body, each of which bursts with unimaginable strength and tenacity, elongating or contracting. Split or joined, slowly but no longer able to suppress the straightening up.

A series of stormy steel explosions once again slaughtered their way through the surging hordes of shadow monsters. The "Atlas Improved" heavy blaster transformed from the chainsaw sword emptied all the ammunition in one go, and under the light and fire bombardment of the shredding shadows, the carbonized meat residue mixed with black blood sprayed everywhere like a meteor shower, and the completely changed forty-seven were covered in hot air and steam from melting ice and snow, and the vicious faces on the armor were biting the flesh and flesh of the shadow monsters, and a large number of twisted and tangled pipes stretched out from the body to entrench in the drill camp everywhere, and some even connected to the huge gun body to refill the energy.

There was a brief pause on the battlefield, and the badly lost monsters regrouped and confronted Forty-Seven through a buffer zone strewn with corpse fragments.

"They...... Why is it endless?" Carrot looked out cautiously through the gap in the ice cover, and was immediately blocked by Forty-Seven's terrifying back.

"Don't mess around, plug it. Forty-seven turned his head, and there was a tooth-aching sound of steel grinding.

Shooting weapons also requires a cooldown, and the encirclement begins to shrink again. Hundreds of lifeless black eyes stared coldly, reflecting a little bit of light in the glow of the red fire, emotionless. There's nothing of their own.

Forty-Seven couldn't have gotten bigger and used more firepower to fight back - but then it would be hard to say if the Shadow Horde was more of a threat to Morriel and Kairo. It's true that two fists are invincible and four hands are sometimes no joke, even when they are invincible. For a moment, Forty-Seven realistically thought that the demonized elves of Filgas had been quite useful in running errands in the past...... He then put this boring thought behind him and began to transform the heavy machine gun on his arm back into a murderous chainsaw sword.

At night, the entire city of Serre is full of gunsmoke.

At least a third of the buildings were damaged by the war, and some places were even razed to the ground, such as the magnificent Gothic Council Hall of the Red Mage.

The enemy has retreated into the last bastion, the dark and cold fortress of the Lich. But that's nothing more than that

It's just a tie, and there is no master's leadership. The seemingly powerful undead army was defeated and retreated under the all-out attack.

And their supreme master, Victor, the chief mentor of the necromantic department who has ruled the Red Robe Mage Society for thousands of years, has been destroyed in the fierce spell battle that took place in the council hall not long ago. It was a pyrrhic victory, Morriel thought weakly as he sat on the terrace of a mage tower opposite the fortress that served as a temporary headquarters.

Because it hasn't been so long, the prophetic mentor can still recall many details. In that siege, almost all the high-level red-robed wizards she brought with her were killed, including the two chief mentors of Seth of the Enchantment Department and Jia Li of the Transformation Department. A lich can take a life with every cold touch, not to mention his strange and powerful magic.

But it was Moriel who had the last laugh. This was predestined by the prophecy. No one can change the direction of the river of fate, and it is as good as Victor - a slave of fate.

Of course, the battle is not over yet. Morrill could be sure that somewhere in Victor's stronghold contained the source of darkness of the Lich's immortality, his life box. If you can't find and destroy this mysterious container that holds the essence of Victor's soul, then it will only take three or two days, or less. The lich will recreate a new body with negative energy and lead an army loyal to the land to fight back.

Although this can't change the final outcome, it's better to have less trouble.

Sappers maneuvered trebuchets to throw vats of fire oil into high walls, or simply smashed them on top of the city. Airhorsemen on battle griffins circled the sky, throwing incendiary grenades downward, turning the fortress into flames, goblins with few decent weapons and well-armed orcs squeezed into siege towers wheeled by wrought-iron bearings, gully pulleys and ropes were pushed and pulled into place by slaves as they waited for the Lich's armed skeleton troops to storm after the fire, and red-robed mages took on the role of Warlord and Commander. And just repelled a group of necromantic knights with a few sun bursts blinding the suicide attack that attempted to rush towards Moriel's tower.

"The fort was much stronger defensively than we thought. "The big fat man Abdel was pale, the skin on his cheeks was saggy, and he was in a very bad state of mind - he had been wiped out by the Lich with a powerful necromantic spell during the battle in the Council Hall. No effective solution has been found.

"It didn't exceed my expectations, Abdel. Morriel said hoarsely, not bothering to use honorifics, let alone bothering to pretend to comfort the figure she had once looked up to.

"But in doing so, our losses are too great. Now that Mr. Di has secretly joined our camp, it is completely possible to think about it in the long run...... Of course I respect your decision, strong and wise Mentor Morriel. Abdel retorted unconvinced, but when he saw the female mage's brown eyes, which did not have the slightest warmth, he immediately added a weak word.

The female mage glanced coldly at the vampire standing beside her.

"It's a pity that I'm used to quick fixes. Morriel raised his hand to the Blackstone Fortress, shrouded in flames and smoke, "Dee, lead your men into battle and order the army to attack in full." I hope to send out a search party quietly before dawn to find Victor's lifebox, if that doesn't work...... Then when the sun rises, do not think of going back to your dark cellars. ”

Dee didn't say a word, and turned away—perhaps he knew it was useless to say anything.

Morriel stood up and walked to the edge of the unguarded balcony, leaving the entire rear to Abdel without care. Chief Sculmer would never have the guts to sneak up on her, though he must now regret his choice to work with her. Morriel didn't bother to ponder his feelings, an irrepressible madness was burning in the female mage's heart, and she didn't want to suppress it, but examined it with a hint of joy, indulged it, like a visceral instinctive rebellion against the life of the red-robed mage for decades.

Ferocious bats the size of a bipedal wyvern swept overhead and swooped down on the fortress, and towering siege towers began to slowly move towards the still burning walls. It was a mindless attack, as evidenced by the fact that swaths of slaves and soldiers were knocked down by the ripples of negative energy shot from the fortress. The last trump card of the defenders, the ten-foot-tall Bone Golem, also appeared, their strength and agility, and their bodies composed entirely of corpses were almost unafraid of any magical attacks, and they could only be buried by flesh and blood soldiers using crowd tactics. But she didn't care about this qiē Moriel, her cold and fanatical gaze swept over every person and creature who was fighting, allowing the madness in her heart to resonate with the battlefield, sending out more and more violent agitation.

"Abdel. After staring at it for a long time, Morriel suddenly turned his head: "As the chief archmage of the red-robed mage society's energy shaping department, shouldn't you also do your part? Don't sit here and go to the battle." ”

"What?" Abdel's ball-like body jumped up, "Mentor Moriel, I'm weak now!What the hell are you going to do? There's no need for that!"

"Fight," Morrill pointed at him, the dark energy of his fingertips flickering and gathering, "Don't make me repeat." ”

"Moriel!you're *** crazy!" Abdel couldn't take it anymore.

"Crazy? That's right. ”

"How can you wake up if you're not crazy?"

As these words came out, they all froze, and the flames, the smoke, the swords, the whole world began to fade