Chapter 380 The Long Night (End)
In Ostermark Land, the desolate night wind continued to cry, and the messy corpses clung to each other tightly, never standing up again.
But this peace may not last long. Whenever vampires need it, soldiers like them who were once enemies will be enslaved and dominated.
He must stand up.
Christopher struggled to push away the dead man on his body, but what used to be so easy now became a delusion.
The warhammer pressed against his calf, the old weapon now a tombstone for him.
Christopher used his last strength to fight against his doomed death, but his will was pale and powerless in the face of the absolute facts, and his body was still getting colder.
The sound of the fierce fighting gradually drifted away, and he could only watch weakly as the demons and undead disappeared in the melee, waiting for death in vain.
He is just a human being. Human beings will be thirsty and tired. High temperatures can kill him. Extreme cold can make him stiff. Even if he is called "Ul Ulric", it will not change anything.
He can lift the steam tank with faith, but the high-intensity explosion will also tear his muscles. He can punch through the iron plate with one punch, but the reaction force will still make his dry fingers tremble.
The roar of the aliens was far away. After dozens of attempts to stand up to no avail, Christopher could only lie in vain on the same cold body. Before dying, the only thing he could do was to glare at the demons trampling on the human land. .
Lynch was once again brutally torn into two pieces of varying sizes by the Supreme Necromancer. The only thing that made him stronger than the bloodthirsty was his self-healing ability. The majestic demon had his wings torn off by the great necromancer. The octagonal mark of Khorne on its forehead was also bruised to pieces by the staff.
At first, the lizard man would still be on guard against demons, but now, the two who were supposed to be mortal enemies had completely lost the energy to guard against each other.
As if challenging an immortal god who can distort reality at will, the devil became the plaything of the undead co-lord, and Lynch almost died in embarrassment.
He had never been so close to death.
The despised King of the Dead has become a purple torrent that envelopes the world. The wind of sand is swallowed by it like food and water. The figure of the mighty one who has swallowed death has become more majestic, and now it is comparable to a mountain.
This is really a cold joke. Chaos will usher in its greatest enemy. When the entire mortal world is shrouded in death, the gods will also die. There will be only the dead left in the world. The only conscious existence is named Nagash. At that time, its name may have no meaning, because only it remembers it.
No one knows whether the "major whirlpool" can still be maintained. Perhaps the wrestling is still continuing in an area that Lynch cannot see. All the mages who maintain order are wrestling with one person. In this way, the wind of death is still rising abnormally.
When the wind of magic blurred the boundary between Isil and the mortal realm, Lynch saw the demon looming in the torrent of magic as he wished.
Just as he expected, mountains of rotten meat and fat fell on the soil of the material world, sick plagues spread into the wind at an incredible speed, acid rain fell with white snow, and the laughter of the Great Unclean One bombarded merrily. All living things.
A dozen fat giant mountains appeared under the night, waving rusty machetes and rotten wood staffs, surrounding the Lord of the Dead, and the Great Unclean Ones reached a basic tacit understanding.
But before they could even walk in front of the Supreme Necromancer, the light green rays projected from the eyes of the Necromancer ended their arrival.
It only used one syllable, and dozens of demons were shattered into pieces.
The ground that squirmed like a snake suddenly returned to calm, and the patter of acid rain and maggot fog stopped abruptly.
Daemons of Khorne, fearless of magic, passed through the realm one after another, and died at the same speed before the majestic form of the Lord of the Dead.
Maybe it's coming to an end.
Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that there is no peace after death.
Lin Qi only hoped that he would die a clean death, preferably without leaving even a trace of his soul behind.
A certain kind of blazing heat roasted Lynch's soul, but it was like rootless water with no source, always separated by a world from the lizard people.
The warm current seemed to be on Lynch's body, but also seemed to be flowing in a more distant place. All it did was make the dying man think that he was hallucinating.
The lizardmen could see the melee between the dwarves and the undead in the distance. As expected, these stubborn young creatures launched an offensive against the god-like Lord of the Undead. Maybe they should stay away. The Nagash now is not the Nagash before. , it seems to have achieved its purpose and has no worries.
The thunder summoned by the rune magic was easily extinguished by the Necromancer's glare, and the salvo of the organ cannon ended before it even started - the gunner died suddenly without being able to calibrate the cannon, and turned into an undead the next moment.
Only a highly skilled necromancer can transform dwarves. Obviously, the second most powerful necromancer in the world is not even an apprentice in front of the necromancer, but his few words have made him a master of necromancy.
Fortunately, it had a more urgent goal. It just smashed the dwarf's military formation in the air, and then headed north while being chased by two half-dead opponents.
The manic wind of magic made the devil more and more excited, but its excitement could not change anything. The improvement brought by the siphoned magic wind to the Supreme Necromancer was definitely far more than that of a demon. Even if the wind of magic reached Kuanglan, The devil could not reverse anything.
The blade of the necromancer scraped off half of its body, and the dry anger supported Kabanha to continue fighting, but the battle had lost its meaning. The two who kept trying to interfere with the necromancer were only repeatedly tortured, and they even gave up. Nagash could not even stop.
The shouts and fighting of humans were hundreds of miles away. The human knights easily defeated the Blood Knights. However, the stubborn Blood Knights waited until victory came. Thousands of warriors with high martial arts skills had not yet reacted to the joy of victory. Then he fell down, and the scattered Pegasus knights were like moths flying towards the candlelight.
Snowflakes were floating coldly, coldness and death dominated the darkness, a vague roar penetrated the ending, and the sense of crisis of impending disaster tortured the half-dead lizard man. He could not be sure whether the sense of crisis came from that roar or from in front of him. The co-owner of the undead.
Maybe it's coming to an end.
The laughter of the Great Necromancer spread throughout the old world, and some isolated races realized that disaster was coming, but their actions were already too late.
The extra shadows in the forest were wiped away by the Necromancer with a gesture in the next moment. A giant dragon took advantage of Nagash's triumph and crashed into its mountain-like skull, causing the Necromancer to fall into brief chaos and rage.
Almost all the beings who were still waiting and watching seized this opportunity. The defecting vampires decisively interfered with the wind of Shasu. The uninvited mages and chaos warlocks struggled to snatch magic from the great necromancer, just like urchins fighting with adults. .
The Keeper of Secrets appeared in the depths of the mind of the Undead Supreme, and another bloodthirsty man who was stronger than his kind joined forces with Kabanha and the Lizardman to break off Nagash's feet.
The Lord of Disaster secretly assisted the Holy Grail Knight in his death charge. Almost no one wanted to see the undead rule the world, and the Norscan tribes that appeared behind the human army no longer killed their former sworn enemies.