The pitch-black wave flow, when it leaves the palm, is just an inconspicuous beam, and even the time it passes through the space is extremely short, only for a moment. Then, it expands into a dull gray, descending silently, with a kind of coldness
, turning into a thin mist.
The wind retreats.
Gray is flooding.
On the ground, on horses, on armor, on human bodies...
The knights didn't notice it.
Their bodies were covered in a layer of metallic armor, like bird's beaks. The helmet with arrow buckles forward covered their faces tightly, and even their mounts were covered with metal woven.
Knee-length cladding mail, the full metal spear in the hand is closer to the sharp cone, with four sharp blades and grooves, and some people also hold giant swords that are as thick as door panels, with the flashing luster on the metal surface and horse hooves.
The friction sound of iron sheets, which is no less than that of the sound, makes people involuntarily have an illusion that they should be moving fortresses in front of them.
Even the powerful steel crossbow fired arrows at a relatively close distance, don't want to penetrate these thick, magic-blessed iron shells, and their charge with horsepower and weight is enough to make dozens of them.
The enemy who was more hatred than theirs, the glory of the acceleration technique leaked out from under their armor... It means that they can have a stronger charge speed and produce greater destructive power. They can perform fines when charging at high speed.
The hacking and stabbing are the best gifts this plane has given them. Even when they lose their impact and speed, they also have extraordinary combat power.
They were born for destruction and for death.
The knights moved forward to their goals. The vision in the sky could not stop them at all. Instead, it gave rise to an inexplicable excitement, making them proud, because their mission was to subvert a period of rule, and they were about to
Write their names in history and become the beginning of a new history.
Even when the roar of the roar of the sect master came in the sky, they did not obey it as soon as possible.
Oh♀In fact, no one is wondering, because the sound seemed to be too loud, like thunder - the knights' full-covered helmets were buzzing. Many people just raised their heads blankly,
Lifting up the armor and looking at the blurry figure in the sky...
Isn’t that magical impact still far away? Why did you run to the top of your head at a break?
“…Scatter, you guys…”
A few alert guys seemed to have finally heard something. They looked around and wanted to find something that threatened them... but they seemed to have nothing to gain. The horses walked forward without any hurry. The companions were heroic,
The brilliance of the rising sun spreads on their bodies, mixed with pure gold armor. The black light shines, making people feel proud.
So my eyes returned to the sky with confusion...
Snap.
Crack.
Everything is complicated, but in fact it is just a matter of two or three breaths. Then, a strange sound suddenly sounded, and in the rumbling voice, it was not loud. But it was not low, or there was something
A strange penetration force, drilling directly into the ear hole.
A hint of alertness hit the hearts of the knights.
They saw a mess in their team. A tall comrade suddenly paused. The reflection of the pure gold on his body seemed to have suddenly become stronger. But for a fraction of his time, the armor on his body was constantly
The trembling was like the armored belts on the whole body suddenly loosened, shaking with the horsepower.
No, or that person has shrunk...
That's right, it's atrophy, because a strange liquid was dripping from his whole body! It was a black sauce-like thing, but after running a few steps, a large piece of stains appeared on the ground!
The pungent smell of fishy smell emanated from it, causing the horses around to deviate from the side involuntarily! Almost disrupted the entire formation!
"What are you doing……"
A squadron leader tried to warn his subordinates, but the fishy smell that was almost covered with his mouth and nose made him immediately stop his mouth, and then, the close distance made him notice more things - behind the tall knight's mount,
The running horse thighs are gone! Only the thick bones with gray and red blood tendons are left, twisting in an orderly manner!
No, it's not just him.
The subtle sound only became larger at this time, and streams of black liquid were flowing out of the knight's body...splashed out! They ran forward silently, but the flesh and blood in their bodies were all in the air.
Turned into this dark rotten flesh! What's even more terrifying is that their cheeks were no longer visible inside their twisted helmets, and there was only a little dark red light and fire, burning from the gaps in their face armor, revealing it to the outside!
"The Undead!"
Humans finally became alert. They yelled and took their mounts away. As warriors who have experienced many battles, they were not afraid of the undead. However, in their impression, they had never seen such a rapid emergence of the undead!
Just like... it was like a dam collapsed in front of them, and the surging flood was exerting its tyrannical power. It swept across the earth, swallowed up the tangible, and turned everything into its own control.
And the name of this river is death.
Death is happening.
"Scatter, spread, all..."
A captain of the knight was yelling, trying to relieve the situation, but before his third word exit was over, the gushing black water flooded it... Then, he took down a huge sword from behind and moved outwards
, the most standard dispersed maneuver of the cavalry - the only thing that accomplishes all this is his remains.
And the remaining humans are decreasing rapidly.
The cavalrymen on the outermost side were already stunned. They stared in their helmets with wide eyes, wide mouths, and stared blankly as the undead continued to arise within them... But at the last moment, they seemed to finally understand that this was not the undead, this was
Destruction is death, the purest... in the face of pure destruction and death. They... are nothing.
...
"Bastard... stupid! Damn..."
The ** master floating in the air shouted, and he stretched out his hand and tried to burn the unclean creatures with a lightning bolt to curb the dead soldier's front. However, the gray opponent did not give him any chance! He took the lead
Raising his hand, a large area of purple light, with hundreds of tails, rushed towards the ** Master!
Countless have lost everything on their bodies, no armor, no weapons, no clothing, no skin, no muscles, no internal organs, only **, the pale whiteness of dry bones, plus the rotten maggots, moldy, dirty and stained
The mud and mucus slime and the darkness of the rigid corpse is mixed with simple and complex colors...
The energy seemed to freeze the air, and everything became slow in that darkness,
The first knight fell down and was completely caught in it by the gray.
The frozen space spreads out in the fold, forming an irregular ice cube. The buoyancy of the magic dissipates, and is turned down by the frozen undead. The fine blue light surging in the air. The ice is
Before the block fell to the ground, it had already turned into countless fine powders.
Or, there are those mottled, heavy, burning blood-red knights armed with weapons and armor spreading all over the gap, and they seem to be on the flames and covered with dark bodies, and they are composed of countless human bodies, but they can only be seen.
A giant monster with a roughly expanded human appearance that has expanded hundreds of times... and a giant dragon soaring in the sky, allowing the strong wind to sweep through the gaps of the bones to replace the roaring dragon...
All of this is moving forward on the vast earth. It is like a ray of waves, coming from the north, rolling forward, but never fading, but instead surging stronger and stronger...
With a trembling sound, a short scream followed by a violent tyrannical twist of the human body that had been crushed into two parts!
"A fool who overestimates himself!"
The operator snorted coldly, not seemingly satisfied with it. So he operated the two fingers with only three fingers and closed them and rubbed them hard twice, causing a puffing sound from the remaining corpse.
The red and green pieces of bones and meat mixed together in a red and black slurry sprayed everywhere, dyeing the black and golden golem a layer of strange redness, and also allowing him to hide beside him for shelter.
Several of his subordinates became half a bloody man, and one of the unlucky guys had half a red and green thing hanging on his face, so he fainted on the ground without saying a word.
At the beginning, the sound of this word seemed like a thin needle, passing through everyone's eardrums and stabbed into the center of the mind. Then it seemed to turn into the roar of the big bell at the sacred festival, rumbling.
The explosion... Every roar, howl, scream, moan... is filled with fear, dissatisfaction, and **, which is like the howling of people before they die... It seems like they are putting themselves in the limit
The sounds forced out by life and spirit, the sounds of the soul.
No one ever thought that sounds would make people feel so painful... because these sounds not only echo in their minds, but also seem to rush into every smallest corner of their body. They are roaring, shouting, and
Looking forward to resonance.
Where did a layer of black light emerge? The sword's castration was relieved layer by layer, and finally the black light disappeared, and the sword edge also lost its last force - but it still swept across the mage's waist and cut a hole there, although
It's much less powerful than before.
Using this force, he fell to the right and flipped violently at the same time!
How long has time passed? In a moment, a breath, or an hourglass scale? It is impossible to calculate the pain, even if it is just a snap of your fingers, it seems as long as eternity...
He disappeared, leaving only Master Ning standing in the air, watching this scene happening.
But lies are circulating like plague, among the fugitives.
"Trass** is crazy, he is killing civilians in the city!"
"Trass** is crazy. He kills the civilians in the city! He summons the undead!"
"Trass** is crazy. He wants to kill everyone in the city and use them to summon the undead! There are also devils, demons, evil demons...he is a demon king!"
"Stop. Don't be messed up!"
The ** master roared, but he soon discovered that in the torrent of millions of people, a person's voice was insignificant, even if it was particularly strengthened by the power of the magic net.
The ** master frowned and waved his hand to raise a flash of lightning. The terrible light of light fell before the crowd, making a loud bang, but it could not stop them at all. The person at the front wanted to stop reflexively, but the one behind them
People keep pushing but the efforts are shattered, and the slow down people are in trouble. They are unstable and fall to the ground. When they get up again, they may see the god of death... As for
Their original bodies? Under the trampling of millions of people, even pig iron will be trampled out of cracks, let alone the human body?
After being trampled by millions of feet, even the strongest people will only turn into a bloody and bloody mess, so no one will try to relax their escape. They simply close their eyes and move forward, and shout at themselves.
Bold courage.
"Kill people, kill people, that lunatic Tras... beware of the lightning he threw out!"
How to organize the emotions of the crowd? He has no idea about it - human life and time are limited after all. Even if he is an old man who has lived for a hundred years, he is addicted to the vast arcane master.
The negative energy plane is the basis of the existence of undead and the undead creatures, and it is also a container that carries the concepts of death, aging, destruction and entropy in the entire multiverse... The energy in it, even if it is just a trace, is an extremely terrible poison - not for humans,
It is for the whole world. If such things flow too much, even the world will eventually fall into the state of death.
This does not require invisibility, disguise, or even run too fast. As long as you follow the crowd, it will be enough to escape.
Tesla roared angrily. He felt that he was about to be mad and roared. He cast a detection spell, but this little energy in the crowd was like a rock sinking into the sea and he was unable to find the small, gray one.
Figure.
The ** teacher's beard kept trembling. He knew the other party's techniques and intentions, but he could only watch him realize it. It was really...
He may be able to kill hundreds of people without hesitation and suppress all the dead, but that is limited to a great name, but now he can't see that hateful enemy at all, and not everyone believes it.
'It would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go' such a fierce motto.
The gloomy thunder in the sky made all the sounds become ethereal... and the only thing that has no attenuation is perhaps the sharp mockery contained in it.
The low buzzing sound filled in the space gradually became huge, and finally turned into a rumble and harsh roar, and violent trembling spread from the depths of the ground to the surroundings. The soil on the moat bank began to slide into the water in a scattered manner.
, countless mud and waves burst out, and the place where the city wall borders the underground land and rock formations makes a harsh squeak, which is the sound of friction.
Then the sound became a roar from the inside, and the ground began to shake violently and shake. The vibration from the deep center of the earth was getting stronger and stronger like the pulse of the earth! The ground was rolling, as if there was
An indescribable giant prehistoric beast was born underground, and then tried its best to try to leave the eggshell that gave birth to him...
The energy of the mysterious method gathered in the black gem at the tip of the staff with the trembling tone, and then a strong purple luster burst out from the staff, and then a red cloud in the air began to gather. (To be continued...
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