"this..."
Wenner noticed something moving, and when he lowered his head, he saw melted metal flowing around him and converging with other metal flows, quickly forming a form of a necromancer.
He had seen the scene of the enemy resurrection before, but he had never been so shocking, because the resurrection of the space undead was slow before, and he could not be resurrected after being completely defeated.
This subverted his understanding of this race, and it was obvious that they had a higher level of resurrection methods...
The technician also noticed Wenner. His marshal's uniform was really conspicuous. The alien wizard made a sharp sound, then raised the scepter in his hand, and the energy on it was ready to go-
Suddenly, the tomb technician trembled, and a sword pierced from behind him, penetrated its sternum, and was dragged to the ground by a big foot shattering his head.
"Mr. Thor!"
Thor said nothing, just said something.
"Protect the marshal's safety."
"yes!"
More than a dozen crusaders immediately surrounded him, but Venner obviously didn't appreciate it and stepped forward.
His final battle was this place, on this battlefield...
On the other hand, the formerly famous undead overlord is also watching his battlefield...
With neat steps, the lich guards who stood in front of him stepped forward and walked towards the ladder ahead to block the attacker.
And he has only one person.
The lich guards' queues squeezed the stairs to the overlords into airtight, but in the sound of fierce metal collisions, there were constant heads, cut-off phase weapons and raised shields flying into the air.
These are the most elite warriors of the Menak Dynasty. Their bodies are covered with tiny and complex carvings and are covered with pitch-black, smooth as rain, and almost like liquid in a dark environment, which allows them to even withstand shelling directly without being too much damage.
But now they can do only procrastination...
Faced with the storm-like slash, their pride of power and tenacity have no effect. The blades that should have been broken on them can easily cut off their heads and insert them into the gaps in their bodies, especially the blades of the other party were extremely fast, and the double blades were almost illusioned when they waved.
Click!
Another crisp sound, the blade crossed the shield in a perfect straight line, piercing the heavy bone plate, and sparks splashed along the ribs and spine.
The lich guards radiated light from the inside out, and their bones were reflected by silver flames, and the light flowed from their eye sockets. Then they collapsed to the ground like a rotten wood, and their staggering legs were still waving weakly when they turned into ashes, and even crackling embers were filled with crackling embers.
"Soshyan dared not use his power, but this had no effect on me. Although I was not as powerful as him and as an arm, it could be reactive metal and blackstone...it was still easy to deal with."
The sword was as clever as a needle, passing through the thin gap between the shield and the guard plate, and slipped into the throat of a lich guard who was holding a war sickle trying to attack from the side, gracefully as some kind of bird.
The active metal reinforced by black stone was cut like water along the crystal edge of the blade. The Lich Guard then fell down like a puppet that was unwired, and the terrifying light flashed in its eyes.
Through the towering shield and war sickle, Amnak's sharp gaze froze on Marklan Kutrach, who was like a lone wolf standing in front of the rising torrent of steel bones.
The next second, he suddenly threw out the sword in his hand and turned into a silver meteor. Wherever the sword edge went, the lich guards fell one after another. Their armor could not resist the power from the most powerful star god - even if it was just its servants.
Just as the sword blade hit the front door, the overlord was shrouded in an invisible force and directly bounced the sword into the sky.
Amnak slapped a Lich Guard in front of him with his sword, causing the attacker to stagger back, seized the opportunity, and kicked the opponent's shield. When the opponent fell, he stepped on it and jumped, crossed dozens of meters.
The sword that was knocked off fell and was then held again.
Once again, the sword rises and the sword falls.
It will be a heartbeat, and dozens of shining silk threads illuminate the entire central tomb. They will be like silk swaying with the wind, floating in the breeze above the heads of the Lich Guards.
Then they are intertwined, entangled, and knotted until these threads become a net of gold and silver intertwined, brilliant glory.
When Amnak stretched out his arms and held his swords as elegantly as a flying bird, the light net fell between the close team of the Lich Guards...
Click...
The slightest sound of cutting passed away, and they were broken, rolling and falling like broken bricks and stones.
Amnak rotated, and the blade of his right hand swept towards the undead overlord, but he only saw the thread being torn and broken when it touched the other party.
The guardian runes on the body of the Dead Overlord also shine like dying stars. The power of this attack is so great that even through the protective spell, it can feel the chill, even if it can't feel the temperature.
The cold is like the strong wind on the ocean in winter, which can cross its metal cheeks with malice beyond the years.
Marklan Kutrach remained motionless, but his mind was shocked. This was the most terrifying sword it had ever seen in hundreds of millions of years!
Click!
Several crisp sounds were heard, and the amulets and orbs on the body of the undead overlord were all broken.
Finally, the flood turned into a torrent, and then there were only a drop of drops left, revealing the body after layers of protection.
The undead overlord is tall, slender limbs, and the glittering black stone armor is inlaid with many twinkling jewelry. Under the towering crown is a barren and indifferent face, with no motivation or emotion, but the burning eyes exudes a cruel arrogance.
In its hand, it held a dark war sickle, with circles of symbols carved on its long handle, which seemed to be rotating and winding.
"The decay of subspace!"
With a roar, the undead overlord took a step forward, and the battle sickle drew an arc. Before he could hit the opponent, another shining mark hit the battle sickle, making a crisp loud noise.
If one blow is missed, the overlord immediately swept forward. This is not an attack, but a defense, otherwise the opponent's sword may stab him.
Bang!
The sword blade brushed through the long handle of the war sickle. Even if the overlord tried hard to block it, the power of this attack still made it take a step back, and the energy nodes on its body evaporate in the dark light.
Amnak bullied himself again, grabbed the blade tightly, and turned his body to draw a deadly arc.
The attacks were made several times in succession, and the overlord retreated step by step. Fortunately, its lich guards gathered again.
"bed bugs!"
Chapter completed!