Three days have passed silently since Xiao Lan entered this world.

Under the shadow of death that blocked the entire island, the whole of Britain was operating like a machine. With the joint prediction of Merlin and several prophets, they had already chosen the last time to start the war.

We must not hurry too quickly, and we must fight against the powerful necromancer. The time is squeezed out a little bit. The originally scattered soldiers can only exert their true power by assemblage; but we cannot delay it for too long, otherwise we will be eroded into the Aegean area and face a bunch of Greek heroes. The king of Necromancers did not spread the legion under his command, nor did he intend to avoid fighting to capture the rest of the weak points first. He just gathered all the dead and condensed them into a group from the Kingdom of Death. Wherever he passed, more and more necromancers were called out from the ground to expand this terrifying enough legion.

Fortunately, no matter how this legion expands, his movement speed is at the level of ordinary undead, and his goal and path are quite clear: after coming out of Shadow Country, he will go straight to the south, which is the direction of Camelo... and Xiao Lan's position.

This situation made Merlin and the others feel more and more powerless.

From Shadow Country to Camelo, it is not a flat wasteland. The first thing to be affected is the horn fortress that was originally blocked on the front line. However, after the King of Necromancer awakened, it was evacuated as soon as possible. In the case that it was impossible to defend, these outstanding soldiers should not waste their lives in vain, but this retreat was more than 200 kilometers. The two countries passing by on the way became a ruin without any vitality.

But in general, since some elite warriors have been saved from becoming undead, this retreat is not completely worthless.

——And three days passed.

The dispatch of troops was in full swing. The low-level soldiers had no effect in fighting against the King of Necromancers. The number of necromancers they themselves would definitely not be more than the ones they killed. However, after the rest bracelet was completed, this problem would not happen. However, since soldiers who had not experienced bloody battles would drag down the elites, this battle did not recruit the elderly, weak women and children who were destined to die, otherwise it would be meaningless even if they won the battle. In addition, the Cang soldiers who had been active on the front line before no longer continued to resist the necromancers. Instead, they retreated to an area in an orderly manner, and met Arthur who had dispatched from Camelo and other soldiers who came from various areas. The entire Britain who could fight against the dead with hot lives had gathered in the last line.

Only when the palm is clenched and clenched into a fist can the arm be hard enough. Only when the arms are retracted can they be more powerful. The previous retreat does not mean shrinking, but rather a Jedi counterattack for this moment!

The last front...

Xiao Lan didn't know what the original name of this place was, but he still recognized the familiar scene at first sight.

The dead gray sky was like a huge pot cover. There was no cloud. Not to mention a bird, only a dark fireball like a ghost fire hanging on it. If it weren't for the same look, there would be nothing else in the sky. No one would believe that the light ball like a candlelight that would be extinguished immediately was the dazzling sun in the past. The aura of the Dead King was so powerful that it could distort reality that it blocked the sky from the very far away from sight.

Without the light of the sun, this plain is not much warmer than the ice field. The air is filled with silence and coldness, and this cold is dry and cold. It is cold without any moisture, and it is as cold as death... It is simply a huge cemetery.

——Plain of Despair.

The scenes of failures in the dream created by Freddy once again surged into his heart. They tortured his soul and his will, like maggots in the bones, but this anxiety was completely wiped out for only a moment.

There is no more if you have failed, it is impossible to do it again, so you must never lose anyway.

In the past three days, in addition to observing Merlin's research results and reading the tactics discussed and arranged by Arthur and his friends, he had almost completely rubbed with Flora, and was lingering together while everyone was busy and busy, communicating with each other in all ways, looking for comfort and warmth in each other. The double fusion of soul and ** communicated with each other's hearts, and also sootheed the fatal anxiety and irritability in the demon's heart, allowing him to stand here on the last day in the best state.

And the scene at this moment is completely different from that despair.

At the beginning, he just couldn't affect the situation and followed the flow, but now he has the power to fight against "death". Surrounded by tens of thousands of troops gathered during this period, whether it is the warrior, wizard, or priest, they are all cavalry riding on horses. These people are elite elites of the earth who have experienced many battles. They are passionate warriors who cherish the people, and they are also soldiers with iron will and disciplines. They come from different countries, have different beliefs, speak different languages, and even different races, quietly wait for the upcoming common enemy.

There were constant scouts and reconnaissance reports, watching the movements of the Dead King and the Dead Army, and the dispatch on the front line was still meticulous and rigorous. Just like the plan, all the troops that could be reached had arrived.

Tens of thousands of troops made no sound, but occasionally there was a sound of life scattering everywhere. The atmosphere and huge pressure here made them unable to even speak.

Understand the arduousness and life-threatening battle, the fighting spirit naturally arises in the face of death, and the air is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere that is burning red by the subway. Even the wizards and priests who have always been rational are infected by this atmosphere, and their breaths are as heavy as cows. Many people's eyes are covered with blood. The deepest and most original concept hidden in everyone's hearts has risen to the surface: live.

And just ahead of this army, dozens of people who are insignificant than the army of ten thousand people, but are absolutely important, are making final preparations.

The best of the Knights of the Round Table, the knights of the Holy Church, the bishop and the assassin, Gnevrey, who obtained the Phantom God Bow, and Flora, who stood with Pandora. Before these only warriors who could fight against the heroic spirits, Xiao Lan jumped gently from the war horse given to him by Arthur, walked slowly to the silent army, and then used the most serious expression in his life to start a handprint, calling for the dimensional channel built with the contract of souls-

The art of psychics.

The dead aura in the atmosphere seemed to be dispersed in an instant. At this moment, the extremely strong light pierced through the darkness that enveloped the earth. In the roar of falling thunder and the dazzling light that kept overflowing, a phantom wrapped in whirlwinds and lightning appeared.

Summoning nearly 10,000 individuals at one time is a feat that Xiao Lan has never performed or even thought of, but just like another person who can achieve large-scale teleportation with the support of the Zerg network, this large-scale summoning can also be successful with the support of the "power of life" of this world. All the nightmare legions scattered on Britain were summoned in front of him at one time, and then... hope is here.

When Xiao Lan and Flora went to Camelo, the aliens who remained in the same place stayed and did nothing. The elite warriors who completed the transformation led the ordinary warriors who were parasitized in the Saxon body to the north, and rushed straight to the settlement of the "fallen people" who were in the blockade area of ​​the King of Necromancers but were still living people, defeated all the resisters who dared to take up weapons, turned them into new parasitic warriors and joined the nightmare legion. They expanded the team almost like snowballs while deliberately avoiding contact with the necromancers. In the battle, many parasitic warriors reached a subtle critical point, broke out from the host body and then evolved into a complete body that could be completely transformed!

As a result, in the psychic art that Xiao Lan performed three days later, the nightmare legion summoned was more than 10,000 like the troops that had gathered together before.

More than a thousand of them were transformed into girls in black armor, more than a dozen crown-shaped helmets similar to the queen, more exquisite armor and stronger combat power. The rest were Saxons with bloodthirsty scarlet in their eyes and arthropods, shells or tentacles on their bodies. If they had not communicated with others at the beginning and summoned references, both the church and Arthur would have killed these obvious monsters as soon as possible. However, at this time, these "fallen people" suddenly had their faces less ugly.

"It's more than I thought, but this is not a bad thing. More than 10,000 troops were added, of which 8,000 were almost equivalent to cannon fodder that could be discarded after using up the machine, but it would definitely be able to exert enough combat power before death... very well."

The demon, who was breathing slightly, whispered to himself in a low voice, let out a long breath and returned to Arthur and the others.

While feeling the "power of life" from the origin of the world quickly filled the magic power consumed by this summoning, he asked Jira, who was right beside him to connect Arthur and other key figures to the soul chain that could communicate simultaneously, and handed over the arrangement of the Nightmare Legion to the arranger of the formation. The group of people started to act quickly without saying anything, and arranged the alien warriors who had a girl's appearance but actually had monster-like terrifying power in the second sequence behind the knights. After being parasitized, the Saxons who obtained enough combat power at the cost of overdrawing their lives were at the forefront except for the front arrow. When all this was completed at the fastest speed, a lifeless pale appeared at the end of the horizon seen on the horse's back.

The living is ready, and the dead finally arrive at the battlefield.
Chapter completed!