Chapter 334 The Entire Territory Fell

The Mirror God looked down at the world in the crystal mirror and used his wings to draw a few strokes on the book, through the influence it had recently spread.

The originally empty invisible island gradually gave birth to crystal clear crystals, and mirrors reflecting everything in the world reappeared on the island.

The world is in its eyes.

It sank its consciousness into the old man's body again, stroking the crystal mirrors.

The thin and old laughter disturbed the tranquility of the early morning and made the waves more noisy.

Deep in the ocean, somewhere unknown to anyone, a chess player returned to his place.

Hotar sank his thoughts into the mirror and reached infinite heights in an instant.

The blue planet is at its feet, and countless sentient beings are connected by fate into a long river, and this vast river points to its origin.

Tzeentch is the writer of destiny, and as his proudest work, the Almighty Lord certainly has similar authority.

Mortals think that all planets are floating among billions of stars. If Hotar hadn't been above this planet, it wouldn't have paid attention to a single gravel in this vast universe.

This is an extremely humble planet, just like the creatures it hosts, it is inconspicuous in the vast universe.

Those puppets in the mortal world always praise the miracle of the birth of life, but there are countless such "miracles" in the universe. Only mortals with narrow vision can admire them. Hotar is certainly not a mortal.

It has destroyed countless similar planets and witnessed countless similar places of life, so it does not feel that the existence of a living planet is such an incredible miracle.

The only difference is that the number of powerful life forms on this planet is a bit strange. It should have been wiped out from the star sea eight thousand years ago, but it has stood firm in the face of Isil's power for eight thousand years.

It was a brave and fearless feat, but sacrifice and perseverance were meaningless in the face of the tide of chaos.

For Hotar, the rebellion of mortals is a good pastime. It likes to collect the dazzling individuals among them, and then use luxury and caprice to cover their brilliance.

Hotar fell downwards, leaving the clouds and stars behind it, and in the next moment, it stepped on the soil of the old world.

Ostermark can no longer see the sun, because blood-sucking bugs have awakened countless undead in this human land.

Hotal's projection walked along the streets of Baker Port, passing through the dense skeletons, passing through the temporary protective bunkers and street fortresses built by local residents, and walked straight to the imperial general who organized the local resistance.

Poor mortal, he can't even see the gods right in front of him.

The half-old but still strong mortal arranged various counterattack plans on the table. Hotar saw the letter he had just written and stamped, but which messenger could deliver the letter from the tide of the undead? In front of the emperor?

Ridiculous.

Why go to war?

All it takes is a request, a sincere prayer, and the Mirror God can grant his wish.

The military councilor of Beckham, a staunch supporter of the Ostermark Union, and the Imperial General Angelo Veneva carefully sealed the letter with sealing wax and softly called his champion.

"Imperial Sword Master" Simili stepped into his study almost the moment his voice fell.

It seemed that he had been waiting outside the house. The general understood his mood, as did every Ostermark.

Who would have thought that when they opened their eyes and walked onto the streets in the morning, they would be greeted by endless souls of the dead?

It was like Moore's joke. The vampires didn't even fight with them, they just went about their own business to bring the dead back to the world.

I'm afraid the current vampire count is not a lunatic. No sergeant can guess what they want to do. They just want to divide the cities of Ostermark with the undead that can't be seen?

No matter how absurd it is, the crazy actions of the undead do threaten the safety of the residents of the Ostermark Alliance. Cities or garrisoned fortresses still have the power to fight back, but civilians in other places do not have the protection of the army.

Of course, Angelo believes that every Ostermark person, who has experienced countless hardships, knows how to deal with this situation.

There will be brave men who will stand up and lead the people, just like Sigma 2,300 years ago. There will always be heroes who will appear in crises and lead the people of the empire through difficulties.

They may be insignificant, just butchers or lumberjacks on weekdays, but when danger comes, every warrior buried in life will shine brighter than gold and send a determined cry to the panicked people.

Angelo believed in them, just as they believed that the "Fifth Ostermark Legion" in Baker Harbor would repel the undead in the capital and gradually regain their homeland.

"Don't be afraid! Maur will protect us! Hold on! We are here waiting for the rescue of the Fifth Army of Ostermark!"

Wearing ill-fitting chain mail, Tori patrolled the village, inspiring every timid villager.

The organized militia blocked the wooden gate at the entrance of the village with tree trunks and water tanks. The tall wooden wall was people's last psychological comfort. Yes, psychological comfort, it could not block vampires.

Tori nervously touched the sword mixed with silver powder with his hand, which was left to him by his grandfather "Undead Killer" Barry before he went to sea. His chainmail was a relic of his father.

Their family has been serving in the Black Guard Great Swordsmen for generations. Tori should be in the military now, but the leader of the regiment inexplicably suppressed his application to join the regiment a few days ago.

Maybe Mr. Simili thinks Tori is not qualified, and even old Barry's personal letter can't change his mind.

It's a shame, Tori will prove herself.

He is also a soldier and has received military training since he was a child. There is no way he will fail the screening.

The sound of bones scraping against wood was harsh, and the dark clouds in the sky blocked the sunlight, making the day seem like night.

It's almost like a ghost story has come true.

The resurrected skeleton cannot push away the wooden wall, and Tori is only worried that vampires will suddenly attack the village.

Things always turn out for the worst.

A loud bang came from in front of Tori, shaking the entire village.

The screams of girls and the panic of timid people are mixed together, and the cries of children are like the trembling crowd, powerless and weak.

Tori tightened his grip on the sword, leaned his back against the nearest wall, and stared at the street to the east.

At the end of the street, there was a long, narrow hole in the heavy hardwood door.

Some kind of monster tore it open with its claws, a vampire without a doubt, and only vampires have such amazing power.

It was like playing a game without launching a direct attack on the village.

This was not an equal fight, but the opponent's contempt successfully aroused Tori's anger.

This was an opportunity. The teachings of the elders came to Tori's mind at this time, and the guidance of his ancestors allowed him to suppress his anger.