Chapter 382 The Whole World Is the Enemy

The fire soared into the sky along with the demon's wail. There was clearly no bright flame, but everyone who existed here saw the torch in the spiritual world.

The filth and stench brought by the rat tide burned away in the blazing but rootless light and heat. When the shelling of the North Dwarf Legion came from the north, the panicked rat people burrowed in any direction that had gaps, but Those rats that got too close to the temple spontaneously combusted, screamed and turned to ashes before they had even taken a few steps.

The subtle breathing sound brought up and down the suddenly calm air. The storm and blizzard summoned by the warlock turned into a gentle spring rain. The gray prophet who was still resisting was unable to withstand the increasingly blazing light and heat. Green smoke first appeared on his gray hair, and then it turned into a gentle spring rain. Then, the materialized flame enveloped the Warlock's body.

Just when the fires connected in the real world and were about to engulf the entire city, everything strange came to an abrupt end.

Darkness once again occupied the city-state, but there were no ratmen in the empty city. Occasionally, a few belated blasts of cannon fire from the dwarf positions could make humans realize that this was not a dream.

Snowflakes drifted on the border of Ostermark Territory, and the deep darkness covered Nagash's dead soul.

The great necromancer calmly pinched the dragon that wanted to continue fighting, and as soon as his sinister eyes laid eyes on the elf mage on the dragon's back, he turned him into decaying ashes.

With just a little force, the ancient star dragon was shattered into pieces of flesh and blood.

The godlike person shook slightly and shook off the reckless and fearless human knight.

The exhausted Kabanha dissipated into nothingness when the Necromancer swung his staff next time, and the sullen Necromancer blade sliced ​​open the body of another unknown demon.

The Keeper of Secrets was swallowed alive by Nagash's soul, and it even had room to block another slash from the Blood God Chief Demon. Even though it was still able to do so with ease, it didn't want to stay here anymore.

There is no need, it must return to Nehekhara as soon as possible, before the kings attack the Black Pyramid.

If it could return to the pyramid in time now, it could forcibly hold the wind of death magic on its body and swallow the gods of Nehekhara in one fell swoop.

At that time, it will still be the supreme ruler of this world.

It's just that there are too many variables, it's far better to devour the corpse of the god first and then seize the wind of magic to become a god.

Time once again stood opposite the Lord of the Dead. Just when Nagash wanted to anchor the staff and descend directly across the empire and badlands into the desert, the boundless green energy current that filled the sky and the earth blocked Death. The gaze of the Spirit Co-Master even blocked the flow of the wind of magic.

There's a stupid, ignorant, lustful Orc Warlord causing a big "waagh"!

It only took Nagash a moment to find the source. The endless green "waagh" energy was almost solidified into a solid substance. Even the great necromancer did not dare to say that he could easily deal with such a large-scale green tide.

A few ethereal wolf howls sounded over the corpse mountain and sea of ​​blood. There were no living creatures on this battlefield trampled by Nagash, and naturally there were no so-called wolves.

The cold wind is getting more and more biting, just like the raging winter. The collision of gold and steel cannot make such a sound, and the war drums and horns cannot play the oppression hidden behind the falling snow.

Invisible resentment circulated in the dark clouds and crystals, and the invisible thunder shattered the cold winter, as if the mighty were shaking the universe with a war hammer.

The snowflakes bowed their heads to the ground in awe, but could not hide the angry faces. Air currents more ferocious than artillery blew over the tormented earth again and again, blowing the bloody wolf skins of the dead.

The howls of wolves intensified and became clearer.

The turbulent air flow suddenly fell into calm at a certain moment, and the clouds moving like traffic became more violent. Thunder exploded for the last time at infinite heights. On the ground thousands of feet below, the dead "Big Yurik" A spiritual light glowed between the stagnant eyes.

They were a pair of eyes without pupils, and the blazing white light danced suppressively in the eyes of the deceased. The old priest, whose muscles and bones were broken, pushed away the corpse that prevented him from standing up, and picked up the war hammer.

Just like a toddler who just learned to walk, He stumbled around in the killing field. In just a blink of an eye, He became familiar with the material world.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and snowflakes bigger than basins fall into the world. Thunder explodes again in the depth of winter, as if nature is roaring and midwinter is furious.

The cold current instantly froze the river and cooled the blood.

The snow fell abnormally, and when the snowflakes touched the Imperial soldiers, the extreme chill was mixed with brutal anger. Even the most temperless person would be aroused to anger, and even the most restrained person would know how to express his anger to the enemy. Inflict violence.

Louis looked at the heavy snow in the darkness with suspicion, and looked at the emperor unconsciously.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he always felt that the emperor was no longer the emperor.

The human king on top of the griffon decisively arranged for the wounded, and issued dozens of orders in succession to plan the subsequent routes and tasks for the soldiers.

The loud voice seemed to contain infinite sanctity, and even the undisciplined mercenaries subconsciously followed his instructions.

In his hands, Gael Maraz was as restrained as a mortal thing. All humans who accidentally looked at him would have the illusion that he was bigger than the World's Edge Mountains and could already be carried on his shoulders. Landslide, his gaze can calm the vast ocean.

It's just like.

"Sigma is God, Sigma is gold."

The chanter prostrates himself on the ground, whether he is an apprentice with shallow faith or a loyal monk.

The moment the snow fell and the wind stopped, every pastor realized—their God was with them.

The Lord of the Dead, who claimed to be a god, impatiently pushed away the entanglement of the Norscan chief and the bloodthirsty demon. Just now, when the magic storm reached its peak, it felt a vague sense of crisis.

This is not surprising, that insect has become a so-called god, and he will come to cause a lot of trouble for Nagash.

It's just a new god, and it's just trouble.

Vampires betrayed the undead co-lord in twos and threes, and Nagash viciously cursed them for another betrayal. There would be no next time. When the God of Death is born, everything will be settled.

It must find the initiator of the "waagh" as soon as possible and behead him. This is not an easy task. Even if it finds the orc war general, Nagash may not be able to deal with him cleanly.

The scale of the green tide is too great, and the generals who dominate them will be stronger than ever.

Nagash must return to the Black Pyramid as soon as possible. This is its only chance to make a comeback. As long as it returns to the staff, everything will be reversed.

The sudden changes in the celestial phenomena blocked the Great Necromancer's observation of the future. Not only the celestial phenomena, but also some ants hiding in the dark were also hindering Nagash. It could detect some powerful insects.