Chapter 500 Whose general is this, so brave?
Rumble————
On the battlefield of the Kingdom of the Underworld, undead creatures like natural disasters gathered from all directions, and the dancing light spots in the eyes formed a continuous patch. Viewed from a high altitude, the long river of fireflies stirred up the waves of the fog, injecting a sense of chilling into the cold silence.
Sukra stood among a row of death banshees. He was two meters tall and the shortest in the crowd. He stood like a minion.
Thirty or forty death banshees all wore tattered gray robes, and their height and legs were at least two and a half meters long. Sukra blended in among them, looking as if they were malnourished.
Even if he looks malnourished, his strength is also malnourished.
The other summons of the Death Banshee are domineering in appearance and numerous in number. Just pick out a giant skeletal beast and it can summon thousands of skeleton soldiers.
The soldiers pointed at the front were mighty and majestic.
Sukra's summons were only a skeleton soldier disguised by Wayne, who was thin and small, holding a tattered double-edged sword, and looked as malnourished as its owner.
Although this skeleton soldier only looks thin, he is actually more nourished than anyone else, but...
Come on, you look really weak!
Sukra was full of complaints. He noticed that the death demons were three parts sympathetic, three parts contemptuous, and four parts incredulous. His whole body fell into extreme dissatisfaction.
Wayne could obviously become stronger and more domineering, but he could also make her into an average height and insist on pretending to be malnourished. Now it's better, she is a succubus and her breasts and legs are longer than hers.
Bah, she meant that even a banshee could stand up and despise her.
It's on purpose!
Sukla glared at Wayne's position. The latter stuck the curled and chipped tetanus sword on the ground, and concentrated on studying his horn helmet. The white light in his eyes was beating, and he looked thoughtful and serious. Awesome.
I don't know what I thought of, but the skeleton soldier of Silly Fufu put his helmet on the ground, pulled out his big sword and started clanging it.
Seems very dissatisfied with the two horns on the helmet.
Bastard, stop messing around with that broken bull helmet of yours, it makes you angry just looking at it.
Wayne can do one thing and love another, but Shukla can't do it. She couldn't fall in love with the Joker script when she got it.
It felt like sitting on pins and needles, like a ray on my back, and I felt uncomfortable everywhere.
The Death Banshee is like this. The summoned undead creature only needs to devote itself to the battlefield, obey orders, and complete the mission of cannon fodder. The Death Banshee who controls the summoned object has many things to consider.
Such as height, measurements, and length of the staff.
The tide-like undead army was reorganized. A three-meter-long death banshee fell from the sky with gray wings. After landing, her wings were folded into a gray robe, and she looked at her kind with a pair of dancing blue eyes.
Omeros.
The person in charge of this team of death banshees was also the commander of this battle. She issued a conscription order and summoned all her kind nearby.
"My friends, you are all the elites among the banshees, each of you command thousands of armies..."
Omeros glanced at the same kind and found the malnourished Sukra. He was silent for a moment and continued: "The great goddess of death fell into a deep sleep. Rebels everywhere were in rebellion. Our master, the executor Winter Wings, could not be disturbed. He guarded the goddess. I can’t personally put down the rebellion by my side…”
Jingle bell!
"Now is the time for us to fight for our beliefs, pick up the weapons in your hands..."
Jingle bell!
"Everyone, the Kingdom of Hades is facing an unprecedented crisis. Although Kingdom of Hades is big, the goddess is behind us. We have no way out!"
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
Omeros was carrying out the final mobilization before the war. At the end, he couldn't bear it anymore. He glared at Sukra and said, "Can you stop your skeleton soldiers? If he doesn't like his helmet, he can change it." new.”
The corner of Sukra's mouth twitched and he said weakly: "Commander, he is actually very strong, but he doesn't look very smart."
Jingle bell!
"What kind of master is what kind of summoned object? I didn't believe this before, but now I admit my mistake."
Omeros let out a long sigh, picked up the scepter in his hand, and tapped Sukra in the air: "I will divide a group of summons for you. There is a bone dragon that moves very fast and is very practical. Go to the battlefield yourself. Pay attention."
Omeros was happy that Sukra could come, but Omeros didn't like Sukra's malnourished strength.
For the sake of the devout faith of her descendants, she decided to help Sukra to prevent him from dying in confusion on the battlefield.
The Death Banshee is a creature from the underworld. Its corpse is contaminated by the inherent laws of the underworld. It is born after the transformation of the corpse. It has no breathing, no heartbeat, and its whole body is as cold as ice.
The vast majority of beings in the underworld are born like the death banshee. They believe in their creator, the goddess of death, and regard her as the only truth in the world. They live because of her and are willing to die because of her.
There are a huge number of undead beings in the Kingdom of the Underworld, and there are many races. Except for a few lucky ones, 99% of the undead beings have never even seen the face of the goddess.
Their souls long for close contact with the goddess, and it is best to follow the goddess. When they are unable to pursue the goddess, they turn to the goddess's agents, that is, the three followers.
Observer: Griu the Spider of Doom
Judge: Soul-Eating Crow Sene
Executor: Wings of Winter Xizorn
Omeros follows Xizorn, the Wings of Winter. The Death Banshee is a corpse, and Xizorn is a corpse dragon. They are both members of the Undead Class and the Zombie Order, so rounding them off is one of their own.
Leadership belongs to leadership, and faith belongs to faith.
Omeros followed Xizorn, and his belief has not changed, and he has always been the goddess of death. After learning that the goddess was sleeping, Griu and Sene started to rebel from the gods, and decisively joined the army established by Xizorn to quell the rebellion.
The version was refreshed, and the Kingdom of Hades was divided into three. The three gods blamed each other, each raised a banner of justice that supported death, and vowed to kill all the rebels.
There are many undead creatures who are as loyal as Omeros. They fight for their beliefs and will never take a step back even if the fire of their souls is extinguished.
However, today's battle is slightly different from the previous one. She is here to suppress bandits.
There is a group of local armed forces who want to seize the country's national treasure, occupy the mountain and become king, and support new leaders other than the three gods.
The new leader is named Ronye, a death knight from the human world. He captured the Prison of the Lost and gathered a group of extremely vicious gangsters to cause chaos everywhere. He announced to the outside world that the three gods were rebelling. The goddess did not sleep on her own initiative, but was naturally joined by the three gods. harmed.
There are rumors that Ronye once called himself the 'son of the goddess' and was as powerful as a god.
Omelos did not believe a word of these lies. The three followers were personally selected by the goddess of death, and their loyalty was self-evident. Even if one of the followers participated in the rebellion, it was impossible for all three to participate.
It's so outrageous that it sounds like a lie.
After the Prison of the Lost was captured, Ronye led this group of criminals to burn, kill and loot everywhere. Their crimes were numerous and too numerous to describe. They were simultaneously defined as bandits by the three followers, and the three parties also jointly launched many sieges.
All failed.
Ronye is very powerful. If he doesn't have the power of a god, it would be useless to fight against him.
Qironye was cunning and scheming. Every time he faced an encirclement and suppression by a large army, he would break his deployment into pieces, fight and retreat, and never fight head-on.
The most terrifying thing is that Ronye is extremely good at deceiving people. If the three subordinates of God fall into his hands, their temperament will change drastically within two days. They will scream about faith and loyalty and join Ronye's bandit army. Kill and loot.
The snowball is getting bigger and bigger, and there is a faint tendency to sweep the entire Hades Kingdom.
Omeros received reliable news that there is a bandit army affiliated with Ronye nearby, which is secretly expanding its power and must be eradicated as soon as possible. Once a climate is formed, it will be difficult for the surrounding undead creatures to have a place to live.
This was the information that Sukra had obtained. With the help of Wayne to shape her body, she was of the same species as the Death Banshee who was born in the Kingdom of the Underworld. Omeros, who was able to cross the threshold of a demigod, could not identify her and really thought she was malnourished. of the same kind.
Omeros took great care of his own people, assigning him an army of summons, and asked Sukra to pay attention when he went to the battlefield.
Don't ask for merit in killing the enemy, just don't hold back.
Besides being unable to resist Wayne, Shukla was willing to stay for another crucial reason. The name of the rebel leader here made her particularly concerned.
Jingle bell!
"..."
I know you're malnourished and can't summon an army. You only have a stupid skeleton soldier and that damn horned helmet.
Now that I have given you an army, why haven't you released the summons of the skeleton soldiers? Do you think you are being humorous?
Sukla was speechless. He opened his mouth to explain something, but Omeros waved his hand and moved him to the rear of the large army.
Boom! !
The army was mobilized and divided into several groups. Under the command of Omeros, the death banshees led one group and surrounded the valley where the bandits were from all directions.
There is no way to open a fence, only total annihilation.
Sukra rode on a bone-winged flying dragon, hanging in mid-air and following behind the large army.
The five-meter-long flying dragon, not to mention how smooth its lines are, is definitely skeletal, light and agile, and very maneuverable. It is very similar to Delaine's flying dragon.
Sukra looked at Wayne condescendingly, and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw the stupid old man holding the horn helmet in his arms and studying it repeatedly.
Damn cow helmet, could you please put it down!
"Wayne, I just found out about Ronye and the name of the local bandit leader. Her name is Lysa, and she was a female officer of the Eternal Palace."
Sukra thought through the voice transmission: "I know Lysa, she was my previous Saint of Death and also my teacher."
"Is there such a thing?!"
The Minotaur Certificate in Wayne's hand immediately lost its flavor. He put on his helmet and replied: "Sukla, is your teacher beautiful? Is he married? Is he a salty fish like you?" ?”
This question is pure nonsense. Saints represent goddesses walking in the world. The selection is extremely strict. Saints from several churches have always been good-looking.
The outstanding representative is Anastasia, Wayne's white moonlight. She is beautiful and kind-hearted, and her moral quality crushes the goddess of darkness.
As for getting married...
Sukra was too lazy to complain and continued to transmit: "There are twelve female officials in the Eternal Palace. They are the goddess's attendants. They are served by saints who have entered the Kingdom of God. They are not full yet. I guess..."
"What, you have teachers and teachers, and even teachers of teachers' teachers?"
Wayne stopped feeling sleepy immediately and exclaimed: "I don't know what's going on, Shukla, you are so beautiful today!"
Bastard, this is the Kingdom of Hades, not Lundan, don't bring your high-class aristocratic atmosphere here.
Sukra despised Wayne and said angrily: "If you interrupt again, I will stop talking."
"Then go on and wait until your mouth is free before continuing."
"..."
Sukra was extremely speechless. He took a step back and became angrier as he thought about it. And because he had no choice but to endure it, he could only choose to endure it.
She transmitted the message: "I guess after the goddess fell into a deep sleep, the female officials were imprisoned in the Prison of the Lost. They are the goddess's most loyal disciples and will not betray the goddess no matter what. After Ronye rescued them..."
Sukra recounted his analysis, and finally added: "Lisa is my teacher, Ronye's companion, and one of our own. You remember to accept it as soon as it's good, and don't tease her intentionally or accidentally."
Shukla is not worried that Wayne will hurt Lysa. Wayne is just not a human being, not an animal, but because he is not a human being, he will definitely be very angry.
"I understand, if a woman says she doesn't want it, she wants it. Your teacher had a very bad attitude towards you before, and you want to use my hand to teach her a lesson." Wayne patted his ribs on his chest, willing to help Sukra vent his anger. .
Bastard, you already understand!
"Since the other side is your teacher and one of our own, there is no need for us to act. I will kill this side later and find Ronye through your teacher Lysa."
Wayne raised his brows, as long as he found Ronye and asked you to enter the urn openly and secretly, the three followers would be at his fingertips.
If everything goes well, I can quickly clear the dungeon of Hades and see the Goddess of Death tomorrow.
It would be fine for Wayne to find the three followers on his own, but he was new here, and he was a stranger. He didn't know the specific strength of the three followers in the underworld. Without a teammate to protect him, he always felt that it was not safe.
With Ronye here, it was different. The former death knight's moral quality was full, and his shining humanity deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. There was no need for him to step back, and his teammates were protecting him in front.
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"Wayne! Wayne..."
Sukras sent a message, awakened the overjoyed Wayne, and expressed his plea: "Omeros is a good person, and so are these death banshees. They are all devout disciples of the goddess, and they made mistakes after being bewitched by Xizorn. If possible, could you be gentler?"
As he spoke, he lifted the skirt of his gray robe.
Wayne: (_)
Sister, you are a corpse now. Normal people don’t have this kind of XP. Also, why do you think that if you show your thighs, I will listen to you? Who gave you this illusion?
Delane, that's too bad.
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The gray fog of death wanders high in the sky, and the rolling clouds cover the sky and the sun. It is like a big hand slowly pressing down, injecting endless power into the undead creatures on the battlefield.
Buffs are added to both sides, which is equivalent to no buffs on both sides.
The battle has begun. Sukra is located at the rear of the battlefield. Thousands of skeletons are fighting. The area is so large that it is impossible to see clearly what is happening on the other side of the battlefield.
I saw giant beasts running rampant, death banshees casting faith magic from high altitude, and large swathes of eagle bodies falling to the ground like dumplings.
As the number one cannon fodder in the field, numerous skeleton soldiers formed a dense array and charged forward with cold bone blades in hand.
No fear, no pain, no flinching.
In the center of the battlefield, the bones of two giant dragon-like beasts collided. They struggled from high altitude to the ground, and then rolled from the ground to high altitude. The hurricane stirred up a frenzy in the sea of fog.
With terrifying destructive power, just by flapping its wings or sweeping its tail, large swaths of skeleton soldiers would fly into the sky.
"Come on, come on, there's real fire over there." Sukra urged.
"Don't worry, I'm the best at fighting, I'm a professional."
Wayne held up his bull helmet, dragging the chipped and curled broken sword to the ground. He leaned over and charged before disappearing in front of Sukra.
boom!
The wind rushed in, the belated cyclone exploded with terrifying sound effects, the white mist suddenly retreated in all directions, and a thunder resounded over the battlefield.
Omeros stood high in the sky, commanding the entire army to fight. Hearing the sound of thunder from behind, he mistakenly thought he was being ambushed and hurriedly turned around to look.
To the eye, the vortex of death air rushed into the center of the battlefield like a spiral drill, with twisted gray tentacles dancing, knocking away all blocking objects along the way.
The skeleton soldiers dispersed upon contact, and the skeletal beast exploded into fragments all over the place. The sound of shattering glass continued, and the prohibitive barriers standing in the center of the battlefield were pushed sideways, layer by layer, and then fell apart.
In just a few breaths, the gray drill went straight to the depths of the battlefield. When it met the two giant dragon skeletons that were falling, it accelerated and hit them directly.
The two giant dragon skeletons seemed to have noticed something. They both put down their fight and looked at the attacker at the same time.
"Hohohoho——"
With just one contact, the dragon's breath fell apart, and the auger bit tore through the torrent and walked out safely without affecting its momentum at all.
Whose general is this, so brave!
Omeros was shocked. Looking at the direction of the impact of the drill, it seemed to be the enemy's battlefield, that is, one of his own people. However, the ruthless attitude towards his own people could not be exaggerated to say that he was an undercover agent sent by the other side.
"Who is it?"
The gray drill jumped up, and the death energy frenzy dissipated, revealing a simple skeleton soldier.
Skinny and malnourished, with tattered armor and weapons, and a horned helmet on his head.
Hey, isn't this the skeleton of that stupid old man?
Omeros's eyes widened, suspecting that he had a vision. The surrounding death banshees also stopped casting spells at this moment, looking at their own reinforcements in horror.
"Hohohoho——"
The two bone dragons roared up, fluttering their wings and raising their heads, and the blue fire in their eyes suddenly surged.
With a flash of white light, the two skeletal dragons froze in mid-air. The skeleton soldier stepped on the ground with both feet, smashing down a deep pit. Taking advantage of the situation, he leaped into the air and headed straight for the enemy's front line.
Behind him, the heads of two bone dragons suddenly fell to the ground. The headless skeleton body was shattered into pieces and turned into parts all over the floor like building blocks.
In the center of the skull, the beating blue flame continued to shine, but no matter how much it roared, it could not call the body to respond.
The skeleton soldier raised his sword and charged straight down, ignoring all objects in front of him, and just focused on charging.
It was a very ordinary sprint, with no highlights at all, but its killing effect was overwhelming. The terrifying impact smashed all objects in its way into pieces.
In a dozen breaths, he traversed the entire battlefield and plowed a dividing line among thousands of troops.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Comparing the proud works that I summoned, and looking at the skeleton soldiers who beheaded the bone dragons like chopping melons and vegetables, I couldn't help but have the same question.
Is it possible that this is the correct direction for the training of skeleton soldiers, and they have been on the wrong track all this time?
Omeros was the most speechless. Looking at the indomitable bull-headed skeleton, and then at Sukra riding on the back of the flying dragon, his cold cheeks felt a slight warmth.
You told me that you were so powerful, now you are fine, you are humiliating yourself, even a dead body would blush.
After thinking about it, Sukra did say that even though her skeleton soldier was not very smart, it was actually super strong.
Omeros was silent for a moment. She didn't blame her. Shukla's appearance of malnutrition was very unconvincing. No one else would believe it.
Uh-huh!
White light flashed, and the transparent barrier hiding the edge of the battlefield was split into two by the torrent of gray sword light.
There were seven or eight figures standing behind them, both men and women, all dressed in uniform gray magic robes. The leading figure had a slender waist and round hips, and a smooth figure. She was obviously a woman.
The last defensive barrier was broken, and several figures encountered backlash. Their thinking stagnated for a moment, and they had a headache and a swollen head and were a little unsteady on their feet.
Only the woman at the front was unimpeded. She faced the powerful enemy without taking a step back, and made a decisive decision to use her magic.
The shadow under the woman's feet rises upright, boundlessly enlarged between the sky and the earth. The outline of the figure is hazy, the edges are foggy, and it is looming, as if it is integrated with the underworld.
The face was covered by a layer of mist, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes flashed with a soul-stirring light, and they could see through the life and death of all things in reincarnation.
Goddess of Death!
The shadow of the goddess summoned by divine magic arrived, and the air in the entire space suddenly solidified, and a cold and deep breath of death filled the air.
The surrounding temperature continued to drop, and the breath of death seemed to hold back the pace of time. Everything, including thinking, became extremely heavy and slow.
Looking down with his eyes, wherever he looked, it was as if an insurmountable mountain was pressing down, causing his mind to stop functioning and making simple thinking extremely difficult.
The death banshees headed by Omeros landed on the ground one after another, not daring to look directly at the goddess, and knelt down to worship. The undead creatures that were still able to move also stopped fighting, put down their weapons, and worshiped the Lord of the Underworld who gave them life.
Sukra rode a flying dragon and just arrived at the center of the battlefield. When he saw the phantom of the goddess, he hurriedly jumped down and saluted.
Behind the woman who summoned death, seven or eight figures knelt down and saluted.
On the entire battlefield, everyone who could move their hands and feet, except for women, was kneeling...
The skeleton soldiers are still charging!
He jumped into the air with one step, and with everyone's horrified eyes, he slashed a gray sword light at the goddess's shadow.
You use death energy to deal with the goddess of death? Dance a sword against the god who gave you life?
What is this, seeking death?
Whoosh!
The curtain of sword light fell, and the shadow of death split from top to bottom on both sides. The cold eyes dimmed and disappeared, and they exited in the eyes of a pair of people who were caught off guard.
The goddess of death came and walked faster, so fast that everyone froze on the spot.
The death banshees had empty minds and didn't understand what was going on. The same was true for the seven or eight figures from the opposite camp, who suspected that they were hallucinating.
After a brief period of sluggishness, they all suddenly realized that they must have not woken up and were still in a dream state.
The most surprised person was Sukra, who opened his mouth into an O shape and raised his trembling hand to point at Wayne.
In the first half of her life, she was in constant danger, escaping from the pursuit of the Church of Death. She was running around in such a scene that she had never seen before. The Death Knight used the Shadow Nightmare to kill the Goddess of Death...
She had never seen such a scene before.
After staying with Wayne for a long time, Shukla had some antibodies. He was the most shocked and the first to wake up.
She threw the scepter to the ground with a bang, glared at Wayne's back as he fell in the air, and roared through the voice transmission: "Asshole, I asked you to stop fighting and don't let the two sides fight. Is this how you ended the fight?"
"hold head high."
Wayne adjusted his helmet and responded proudly: "After this process is completed, the two sides will definitely not be able to fight. Just tell me whether I am good at resolving fights or not!"
Indeed, they will only join forces to kill you, the kind that will not stop until death.
Sukra raised his hand to cover his mouth, wanting to cry, but his current body couldn't shed tears. He couldn't think of anything at the moment but dragging Wayne to die together.
She was holding a ball of suffocation in her chest, and she said angrily: "Stop flipping your helmet, it's really irritating!"
Wayne landed with a bang, and the strong wind caused by it made the gray robe on the woman's body rustle, revealing her round shape and her curves. The gray hood that obscured his face was lifted by the wind, revealing a head of silver-gray hair and a beautiful face that looked slightly demented.
The former Death Saint, Lysa.
Wayne took a closer look. He was indeed a master and apprentice. Their inherited hair colors were the same. He couldn't help but think of his old friend.
Also, she is worthy of being a former saint. She is young and beautiful. She stands with her disciple Sukra and calls herself a sister without any sense of disobedience.
Kudos to the magic.
Wayne took a step forward and woke up Lysa who was thinking rigidly.
When masters compete, they first compare their heights.
Wayne won. He was a head taller than his opponent. He opened and closed his upper and lower jaws and made a throat cancer sound: "One of my own, Ronye and I know each other. Take me to see him."
"Nonsense, you blasphemer, you have betrayed your faith!" Lysa glared at the skeleton soldier, this damn helmet was really infuriating.
Lysa waved her hand, and a gray sword appeared in her palm. Its appearance was very similar to that of Shadow Nightmare, and it should be a slimmed-down version of it.
After she stepped into the Kingdom of God, she became a demigod. Even if she didn't use magic and only used the life domain, she still had good combat effectiveness.
Snap!
Wayne raised his hand and clasped Lysa's face, using his five fingers to exert slight force, suppressing the demigod realm within Lysa's body and making it impossible to materialize it into reality.
"If you don't believe me when I tell you about my own people, you will be fully responsible for getting hurt later."
Crackling, roaring...
A few seconds later, the eight figures led by Lysa all fell to the ground. The undead army summoned by them either disappeared or joined the Banshee's army.
Wayne tilted his head and looked at Lysa who was kneeling on the ground, and said to himself that it was a beautiful scenery. The wind had blown the front but not the back. Unexpectedly, the former saint was still standing upright.
Killing intent came one after another, and Wayne turned around to see Omeros leading a large group of death banshees and commanding countless armies of undead creatures to press against the border.
Seeing Sukra gnashing his teeth among them, Wayne was speechless and kindly sent a message: "Be good, don't make trouble. Even if you join them, you are still no match for me. Come here quickly and I will take you to enjoy the delicious fruits of victory."
"Don't even think about it!"
Sukra grinded his teeth and said fiercely: "I will fight with you today, no matter whether I win or lose, I will splatter your blood!"
"Then you have to think clearly. If you lose, you will be spanked." Wayne held up his horned helmet.
"Then I will splash your blood too!"
Shukla waved his scepter and rushed over first, aiming directly at Wayne...'s helmet.
Those two horns rising into the sky are getting more and more irritating!
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