Chapter 265 264. The Important Thing Is that You Have to Lose!

When the Death Lord appeared, no matter how much words were said, it was meaningless. There was no possibility of conversation between the human coalition forces and the men of Mad King Dom.

Margaret and Windisha drew their swords and attacked the Death Lord on the left and right respectively. Similar long swords and the same sword skills were like two wolves attacking at the same time, biting and killing the Death Lord.

In the first blow, the two used top speed and the sharpness of the weapons in their hands, leaving deep marks on the Death Lord's heavy armor.

That was enough to break through the heavy armor defense and cause damage to the body.

The Death Lord did not dodge or avoid, and did not care about the wounds on his body at all. He directly waved the long sword in his hand to fight back fiercely.

For the undead, a small tear on the body is not even considered an injury.

Margaret only felt that there were thousands of dead souls roaring, and the sky was stagnant, suddenly turning into an incomparable dead silence that did not move at all.

In an instant, after the incomparable deathly silence, the storm rose again, the scorching wind blowing in the Bone Wasteland, the death clouds that blocked the sun, and the millions of countless undead wails, together with the astonishing murderous intent surged in.

It is more ferocious, evil, and domineering than any enemy I have ever encountered, and even the space is imprisoned by it. The death lord's long sword is like the falling guillotine, irresistible, irresistible!

Margaret immediately turned into a violent wind and tried to pass through the gaps between the thousands of wailing undead, but was restrained by the hands of the undead. The wailing dead tried to pull the living people in front of them into hell. the deepest part.

Windissa turned her sword and immediately wanted to use her sword to support, but was suddenly knocked away by a thick proboscis. As the death lord's mount, its role is definitely not only to carry its master around.

When necessary, the huge size of the death elephant is a terrifying weapon of war.

The majestic force knocked Windisha away as hard as a golf ball, and her body was directly embedded into the wall of Fort Cotton. Blood dripped from Windisha's mouth and nose.

The giant war elephant's powerful volley directly caused serious injuries to Windissa's internal organs.

On the other side, Margaret's horizontal sword, unable to escape, resisted the Death Lord's blow. When the two swords clashed, the storm rolled up on the sword, unable to offset the constant pressure.

The other party suppressed her in terms of strength!

Realizing this, Margaret bent her legs and took the sword to the side. At the same time, the blade lifted up from bottom to top. At the same time, the sword's edge condensed a high-speed rotating storm.

But the Death Lord just stretched out his left hand, grabbed the blade, and crushed the storm on it at the same time.

It was like waving away an insignificant breeze.

"The blade of the storm? It's a good idea, but it's a pity that the blade is not sharp enough!"

The storm attached to the blade destroyed most of the heavy armor on the Death Lord's left arm, but the arm filled with deformed flesh made Margaret feel dizzy and nauseated.

It's not a psychological smoke, but some kind of unknown mental attack.

"Die!"

The sword in Lord Death's hand was raised again. Even if Margaret was strong-willed and could recover very quickly after suffering a mental attack, the blade had already reached in front of her at this moment.

finished?

At the last moment of her life, Margaret surprisingly did not have any emotional fluctuations, but an idea suddenly popped up in her mind.

"It's a bit regretful. I haven't finished Aunt Wendisha's book yet, and I haven't had time to talk to Mo..."

Suddenly, the strong wind blew violently, and the Death Lord was suddenly startled, "What?!"

A tyrannical consciousness suddenly penetrated the entire battlefield, and in just a short moment, Margaret "disappeared" in the Death Lord's perception.

This is absolutely impossible. The undead do not need to use the eyes and other five senses to lock onto each other. The unique soul vision of the undead is the nemesis of many professions such as stalkers.

But why did the other party have that ability to break free from his own imprisonment and escape the fatal blow at the same time?

And at this moment, the Death Lord [saw] it even more.

what is that?

Can't understand, can't understand.

The powerful life emits a dying cry, and the eternal existence moves towards death...

It was a destruction more complete than death, and the undead trembled in front of it.

Trembling, something that this dead spirit should not have, at this moment, was actually stimulated by the aura of the visitor, as if it were the same as when he was alive.

"It seems like every time I find you, you're in trouble."

Mo Cheng took Margaret out of the Death Lord's sword range. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the two times he downloaded the dungeon seemed to start with the other party being in trouble.

The last time I was besieged because I was protecting a group of civilians who had no fighting ability, it was okay, but this time...

Mo Cheng looked at the Death Lord in front of him cautiously, knowing just by feeling that the guy in front of him was a tough guy.

And the legion of undead.

"Let the people here shrink their defenses. Reinforcements will arrive later. Don't die before then."

Mo Cheng pointed at the Death Lord in front of him and said, "Leave this guy to me, and you go to support other places."

Knowing that in a battle of this level, she would only distract Mo Cheng, not only not being able to help but also causing trouble, Margaret nodded, "You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, I still have some experience in fighting."

Without another word, Margaret left immediately to support other places.

After Margaret left, Mo Cheng and Lord Death looked at each other silently. They seemed to want to communicate, but had nothing to say.

Both sides already understood the other's plan. Mo Cheng relied on his strong mobility to attack the undead in the undead territory. Even if he was surrounded and killed once, he could start all over again.

If this continues, the territory of the undead will only be drawn into the quagmire of flesh and blood of endless war.

Therefore, the Death Lord made a decision to summon the main force to attack the human coalition, expand the territory of the undead, and at the same time use death to replenish more undead.

Moreover, this move was still a test, to test whether Mo Cheng was determined to cause trouble in the territory, or whether he would not see the human defense line being breached.

Mo Cheng bets that the Death Lord will not give up the territory, and the Death Lord bets that Mo Cheng will not sit back and watch the human defense line be breached. Even if Mo Cheng really ignores the fact that the human defense line is breached, then he can also create more undead through death. , returned to the territory and continued to besiege Mo Cheng.

There is no doubt that this bet is the death lord's victory.

only……

The domineering holy light exploded in the void, and the terrifying holy energy burned all undead souls within a hundred meters with holy flames. The power to destroy everything achieved complete [purification]!

Then there was an explosion in the air, and in the Death Lord's eyes, a fist grew bigger and bigger until it filled his entire field of vision.

The Death Lord needs to bring these undead souls back to his territory alive to be considered a victory.

Since Mo Cheng failed to win, he would not let the Death Lord not lose.

It doesn’t matter whether I win or not.

The important thing is that you have to lose!

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