Chapter 555 Undead Legion VS Puppet Theater

Seeing the wave of undead monsters attacking the sky, Su Lun also knew how confident the great red-robed magister had come to trouble the Dawn Group alone.

A tide of hundreds of thousands of skeletons spewed out like a torrent from the undead sky.

Not to mention the strength of the battle, just the momentum of the hundreds of thousands of legions charging made everyone in Liming swallow their saliva secretly.

Su Lun's eyes were slightly strange. He, a puppeteer who used his numerical advantage to crush the enemy all the year round, was sanctioned by the enemy once.

However, looking at the shining left eye of the undead sky, he also saw something, and muttered in his heart: "This guy's storage space is actually a fragment of a plane."

It is naturally not an ordinary storage space that can hold so many monsters.

Su Lun clearly sensed the spatial fluctuations in the undead sky.

Obviously this is a plane fragment that has been refined into a magic tool.

Good stuff!

Although it is not a complete plane like his own small void world, even fragments are rare objects with inestimable value.

It seems that this fragment is not small enough to hold an endless number of undead monsters.

For Su Lun, this is another good material that can expand the Small Void Realm!

At the same time as the undead heavenly house appeared, several flying dragons breathed out mouthfuls of ice dragon's breath, instantly freezing the sea surface. While freezing the Eternal Night, it also gave the surrounding monsters a land base to settle down.

Su Lun looked at his brows and frowned. He also has the extraordinary ability of the death system, but this magic made him a little unpredictable: "I can breathe dragon's breath even if I have a skeleton, how can I do it? This guy's undead spell level I'm afraid it's a bit high."

At the same time, the guns on the Eternal Night suddenly roared.

A large amount of ammunition poured out towards the tide of monsters, and began to cover and shoot intensively.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom".

"Da da da".

Bullets and shells fell densely on the tide of monsters, and flames exploded everywhere.

Remnants of limbs and arms flew around, and bone dust was scattered all over the sky like a sandstorm.

After all, skeleton monsters have no flesh and blood, and it doesn't take much effort to fight them. Bullets can shatter bones.

The great red-robed magister didn't feel distressed at all, and only had a sneer on his face.

There are as many low-level monsters as there are in the undead space.

Even if it really consumes too much, it can be replenished immediately by slaughtering a few cities.

For a necromancer of his level, there is never a shortage of materials.

The powerful suppression of firepower also slowed down the momentum of the monster wave's siege.

But everyone in the Dawn Group didn't look relaxed, because there was no end to the monster tide.

Even though the vast majority of skeleton monsters are not even Tier 1 monsters, the problem is still very big. They are horizontal pushing streams that really maximize the advantages of numbers. This is thanks to the fact that the Dawn Regiment has the most advanced guns and ammunition instead of physical exertion. If it were an ordinary hand-to-hand army, these little skeletons could kill people alive.

The most important thing is that giving and harvesting are not equal.

The skeleton monster must be smashed very thoroughly in order to completely kill a monster. Otherwise, those skeleton monsters with missing arms and legs would still be able to fight.

But the ammunition consumed by killing monsters in this way is not equal to the results obtained by killing monsters themselves.

To put it plainly, killing a skeleton monster is not even worth the bullets it consumes.

If the fight continues like this, Liming Group will lose blood.

But not to fight.

If there is no strong fire suppression, the tide of monsters will be able to submerge the dawn group in a short time.

The Eternal Night was shining on the frozen sea, like a lonely lighthouse, and the wave of undead was trying to swallow up the lights in this corner like endless darkness.

In addition to the tide of low-level skeletons, a large number of undead griffins and undead flying dragons have already attacked in the sky, and the high-level battle of the dawn group is also busy.

Although the strength of undead creatures will inevitably decline, monsters with only skeletons will lose at least one or two ranks even if they are nourished by the temperature of undead. These skeleton flying dragons, Behemoths, and Griffins are only at the sixth or seventh level.

But I can't stand the large number!

Even if there were three or five Gao Zhans besieging the Liming Regiment, there were more than enough of them.

Bartolo, No. 19, Mr. Black, Wordsworth, Kit...all of them also used their means together, and fell into a fierce battle in an instant.

Just now, after Su Lun told everyone that the phosphorus fire on the red-robed mage's body can burn the soul, no one dared to trouble him. They could only prevent these undead monsters from approaching the hull.

There are still a steady stream of undead disasters pouring out from behind.

There are also some special undead monsters.

Like the skeleton sword god that Qianjo dealt with!

At this moment, at the core of the battlefield, one person and one monster fought fiercely among the monsters.

Thousands of domineering spirits linger, and the golden body of Rakshasa behind him attracts countless thunder snakes in the sky. Every time he cuts out, there must be the power of thunder.

And the skeleton sword god on the opposite side is also domineering. Although it has no body, and its realm has been incomplete, but after all, it was a real sword god in life, and the famous sword [Buddha] in its hand that is both righteous and evil is even more powerful. It is overbearing. Under the slash, it was as if a god and Buddha descended, and the sword energy must contain a treasure-like adornment that seemed to save people, and sent people to hell.

When Su Lun saw the sword, he felt it was very evil from a long distance away. He couldn't figure out what kind of kendo comprehension was required to master the two apparently conflicting forces in the sword.

Fortunately, after all, there were only dead bones left, and Qianjo was not at a disadvantage.

The battle between the two top swordsmen fell into a stalemate, and the sword energy flew across hundreds of meters, and all the skeleton monsters it passed were chopped into two pieces.

On the boat, Su Lun only occasionally used the black scythe to assist and cut off the wings of a few griffins and bone dragons, but did not devote himself to the battle with all his strength.

He knew very well that necromancers and puppet masters had the same shortcomings.

Killing the skeleton will not help at all, only killing the great magister in red is the key to breaking the situation.

But it's not that easy to kill.

Su Lun calculated various plans in his mind, but he was not sure that he could kill him.

Originally, there was plan C, which was to stuff the Eternal Night into the Small Void Realm, and then teleport away.

But his intuition told him that if he encountered such a powerful enemy, even if he had to pay some price, it was best to deal with it immediately.

Otherwise, if he escaped this time, the next time he meets again, the other party will definitely have some targeted means.

Maybe not next time, but this time!

Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is best not to think about escaping first.

And right now, Su Lun didn't send out the Gargoyle Legion.

One is because no matter how many little skeletons are killed, the situation cannot be reversed; the other is because he believes that the guy must still have some "high war puppets" like the skeleton sword god in his hands.

The opponent didn't show their hole cards, and Su Lun felt that the Liming Mission couldn't turn over all of a sudden.

In this way, the offensive and defensive battle was deadlocked for half an hour.

The Dawn Regiment took Eternal Night as its city, resisting the siege of the Undead Legion from all directions.

Fortunately, the Eternal Night is equipped with the top shipboard equipment in the Alchemy Plane. Many of them are laboratory-level out-of-print combat machines, enough to deal with all kinds of monsters. The firepower of a single warship is simply not comparable to that of any warship.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current output of the full-fire Eternal Night is not comparable to that of any team with the same number of people.

Even if it is a legal group of ten thousand people in the plane of the gods!

Moreover, artillery firing is more superior than magician casting spells. The firing fee is money, not personnel combat power.

And Commander Dora herself is also the best student of the military academy, and she has also integrated [Isaac Blasphemer]. She knows all kinds of tactics by heart, has a clear thinking in combat command, and does not panic at all.

Under the suppression of the Dawn Regiment's firepower, not only did the Skeleton Army fail, but the mortal casualties were very heavy.

Just those dozens of undead griffins and flying dragons, there is no chance that they will not be able to defeat the Gao Zhans of the Dawn Regiment for a while.

The fighting looked fierce, but the Dawn regiment suffered few casualties.

Just used up some ammo.

These days, the assembly line of the War Workshop in Little Void is working overtime day and night, accumulating a large amount of inventory.

With this intensity of consumption, you don't have to worry about ammunition consumption for three to five days.

What's more, there are some "special bombs" of super powerful laboratory level!

If it doesn't work, you can still fight to the death.

Seeing this, Su Lun was not in a hurry.

He is a puppet master himself, so he doesn't know that it doesn't matter if the low-level puppets are lost. But high-level puppets really hurt one less. And many special puppets may be gone if they are broken.

as expected.

Because the firepower of the Dawn Regiment was really fierce, they were not in a hurry, and the enemy was obviously in a hurry.

The red-robed great mage watched for a while, and at first he still had the mentality of watching a play.

After all, his army of undead is invincible. With the curse-level magic of Undead Scourge, it has never been easier for one person to massacre a city. Wherever it passes, creatures are forbidden.

In some respects, his combat power alone is worth several tens of thousands of corporations.

But gradually, his brows also wrinkled.

Because he saw a battle situation that was different from what he expected.

The dawn group didn't know where the end of the undead tide was, and the red-robed great magister didn't know where the upper limit of the ammunition storage on the Eternal Night was.

In the past, relying on the tactics of low-level small skeletons walking monsters, the enemy's physical strength can be exhausted, and finally the opponent's high-level can be easily killed.

But the current situation is that apart from pulling the trigger, most of the opponents have almost no physical exertion.

If this continues, the material reserves in the undead space will not necessarily be able to fight the opponent's ammunition.

Moreover, the magicians of the Celestial Plane had never seen artillery and firearms before the invasion. Seeing such a powerful suppression of firepower now, the great magister also looked deep in thought.

What he saw was that the Dawn Group had no casualties, and they used equipment that could be manipulated by low-level spells to deal damage comparable to top-level magic.

Moreover, what he saw was not only the immediate, but also the far-reaching impact.

That is the threat of alchemy civilization to magic civilization!

I am already an extremely talented person who is unique in hundreds of millions. After decades of hard work, I have reached the realm of today's great magister. Now being suppressed by a group of low-level warlocks relying on foreign objects?

If power is so easily obtained by the lower class, what is the significance of their noble magicians meditating day and night?

Faith is bound to collapse.

As a servant of God, it is absolutely impossible for him to let this happen.

The red-robed great magister gradually had some complicated thoughts in his heart, and the only remaining thought at this moment was: this civilization must be destroyed!

Su Lun looked at the magician whose complexion was gradually becoming ugly in the distance, not knowing that this guy was taught a lesson by the firepower of the dawn group.

Looking at the haze between his brows, he could even guess that this guy obviously had deep scruples about mechanical alchemy.

Just like Lu Ying's traditional alchemists resisting mechanical alchemists, technology has changed too many things, making traditional professionals panic.

The traditional magic plane of the god plane is even worse.

The other party wavered, this was an opportunity, at this time Su Lun asked through the communicator: "Senior Bartolo, do you see anything?"

On the side of the communicator, Bartolo responded: "I can see some tricks. But I'm not absolutely sure. If I can let that guy expose some methods, maybe he can kill him with one blow."

"Um."

Su Lun was silent.

That red-robed great magister's methods are too weird, and no one in the dawn group is sure to kill him in this situation. The only hope is to rely on Bartolo, the old sword god.

But the best is almost only a moment of exposure.

Otherwise, the enemy will be on guard, and things will change in vain.

Let the enemy take more shots to leak flaws?

Su Lun felt his brows furrowed, and couldn't think of any way to make the Necromancer take action.

However, at this time, the accident happened again.

The Necromancer Legion on the ice in front of them was in a stalemate. Su Lun watched the red-robed mage in the distance and chanted the magic spell again.

Looking again, several tall figures had already appeared in the undead sky.

Taking a closer look, it is impressive that there are a few huge skeletons with a height of twenty or thirty meters and bones with a faint golden lacquer color. They hold axes, epees, shields and various equipment in their hands. Not only the skeleton, but also a special force field surrounding the body surface.

Su Lun looked slightly surprised in his heart: "The giant race in ancient mythology?"

Legend has it that the bones of some god race blood will have a golden lacquer color. Seeing the color of the bones of these huge skeletons, he immediately thought of the ancient giants. The power field that distorts the light on these skeletons, and only the legendary giants have such a terrifying power field.

"A few tricky guys are here."

Su Lun frowned.

The guy on the opposite side obviously used his cards.

Just before the monster was completely out of the undead natural disaster, several main cannons on the Eternal Night fired in unison, and the high-explosive alchemy bullets blasted past.

However, it was as if it was blown up on a tall mountain. The explosion caused some light and fire, and some gravel fell, but it did not shake the mountain. Although there were some cracks in the bones, it did not stop these giant skeletons from attacking the Eternal Night.

Just judging from the defensive performance of this hard-resistant artillery, these eight giant skeletons are almost equal to the combat power of eight eighth-level professionals.

Moreover, their huge size and strength have inherent advantages in siege. If you really want to let them get close to the ship, the consequences will be disastrous.

Although the giant skeleton's steps are heavy, the speed of travel is very slow.

But after a little calculation, Su Lun knew that these giant skeletons were likely to be able to get close before being destroyed by the artillery.

Dora, as the commander, obviously calculated this too.

So she immediately commanded the mechanical warrior legion that was on standby on the deck, and put on the special heavy armor of the resistance force field.

These giant skeleton monsters have eighth-level combat power. Except for a few high-level fighters from the Dawn Regiment, no one else can compete at all.

Only mechanical power is qualified to compete with giant skeletons.

The dozen or so heavy-armored mechanical warriors changed their equipment, and when the steam boiler under their feet sprayed, there was a sound of mechanical friction, and a team of people and horses shot up into the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Seven or eight mechanical warriors surrounded a giant skeleton, cooperating tacitly with each other. As soon as they arrived on the battlefield, all kinds of chains and shells greeted them.

The effect is not bad.

Under the concentrated firepower, the leg bone of a giant skeleton was broken in a single encounter.

With a bang, a huge golden skeleton fell to the ground, smashing the small skeletons on the ground.

However, even with a broken leg, the giant skeleton still swung its weapon and sent the two mechanical warriors entangled with it flying. One mecha crashed on the spot, and the hit mechanical arm was also twisted and deformed, emitting black smoke.

Even so, the remaining mechanical warriors were still entangled in those giant skeletons.

Seeing this, Su Lun's expression became calmer, and the omniscient pupil of the left eye was still carefully discerning every detail of the battlefield.

And Uncle Crow in the sky also shared his vision.

The death bird can distinguish any spirit body, which made Su Lun see not only skeletons, but also clusters of green phosphorous fires.

On those powerful monsters, the phosphorus fire is particularly obvious.

For example, the skeleton sword god who fought against Qianjo, and those skeleton flying dragons, Behemoths, giants, etc. all have soul fluctuations that are as conspicuous as torches in the dark night.

And the phosphorus flames on those little skeletons are just dots of soul fluctuations like shards of broken glass, which are imperceptible.

Also because of these giant skeletons standing in front of them and blocking most of the artillery fire, all kinds of small skeleton monsters in the undead natural disasters also took the opportunity to rush out. Apart from the skeletons, there gradually appeared some other strange undead monsters , like rotting corpses, rotten flesh monsters or something.

Once the monster group dispersed, the killing effect of the artillery would be far less than when it was densely packed.

And at this time, the bad news came again.

Dr. Banks' warning came suddenly in the communication: "Everyone, be careful of those [Plague Zombies], there is a plague spreading in the air. It is a very troublesome plague, and you must use a grade A gas mask to filter out the germs in the air. Be careful with wounds, this plague can still infect wounds! If infected, immediately inject [C5 strong antiviral agent].”

Hearing a series of reminders, everyone in the battle immediately became alert.

It is also fortunate that Dr. Banks is a plague expert, otherwise everyone would have never discovered the invisible germs.

He said that the plague was a difficult one, so naturally it should not be underestimated.

The situation suddenly became more complicated.

More and more monsters broke through the fire coverage net and rushed towards the Eternal Night, and the various close-in defense guns on both sides of the hull also began to fire intensively.

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the tide of monsters submerges the Eternal Night.

Seeing the monster approaching, Su Lun stripped away other emotions in his mind and fell into absolutely calm thinking: "These skeletons are not precisely manipulated, have no physical connections, and no spiritual threads, but have their own simple consciousness and follow certain orders. go. That is, they are separate entities”

He felt that he seemed to have found a way to suspend the situation.

Su Lun is a puppet master himself, so he doesn't know how difficult it is to manipulate puppets.

He accumulated all kinds of opportunities, and now he can only control more than a thousand puppets at his limit.

It is absolutely impossible to have more than him in the same level.

Even if the enemy in front of him is at the eighth level, it is at most about the same level.

And this army of undead, which cost hundreds of thousands at every turn, obviously has a different way of controlling it.

Although he didn't understand how the opponent's spells were manipulated, those soul fires were obviously the key.

At this moment, the monster was already approaching a hundred meters away, and a silk thread released from Su Lun suddenly solidified, and it was inserted into the soul fire of a small skeleton.

After a little try, the monster's charging posture froze on the spot.

"Really!"

Seeing this, Su Lun's eyes burst into joy.

He suddenly found a means of restraint against this wave of undead, that is: the spiritual thread can control the soul fire of undead monsters!

The miracle of the reversal of the situation came too suddenly.

The moment he discovered this detail, he pinched the Warlock seal, "Abstruse Truth, Great Puppet Theater!"

The light of the alchemy array lit up, and a huge cross slowly appeared in the sky, and a silk thread hung down from that cross.

[Isaac's Heart of Alchemy] provided him with massive dark spiritual power, and the cross was still expanding rapidly, covering the entire battlefield in a blink of an eye.

As endless as monsters are, so are his threads!

In the distance, the red-robed mage looked at the cross that appeared in the sky, his eyes full of doubts.

He didn't know what this technique was used for, but seeing the exaggerated surge of spiritual power, he also frowned.

On the other hand, the morale of everyone in the Dawn Regiment on the battlefield was lifted: "Mr. Su Lun has made a move!"

Because they knew very well that every time Su Lun made a move, he would definitely create a miracle.

Judging from past experience, the battle situation must have turned around!