Chapter 376 The Long Night (Seventeen)

Brains and minced meat splattered into the snow-covered soil, staining the already dirty snow with a new color, but the color quickly faded.

"Mortal! You are fighting against death! I am the master of death!" It seems that it will never forget what it said. Perhaps it is the same for every pervert who has been suppressed for too long.

But the headless body still burst out with ferocious power, and the Necromancer's jaw was unexpectedly smashed into powder by the scepter. Even if it recovered the next moment, it could not extinguish Nagash's anger.

Meaningless trash talk was poured out continuously, but the objects of insult and ridicule did not care about anything else during the battle.

The verbal bombardment failed to move the Lizardman at all, and after his head grew back, he took the opportunity to bite the Necromancer's flailing staff. He ignored his broken teeth and jaw muscles, and used inertia to knock down the arrogant fool.

The humans who had not escaped also rushed forward fearlessly, repeatedly hammering the bodies of the undead with their maces. Like an insect being overwhelmed by ants, the necromancer was enveloped by the ants it despised.

Lynch decisively activated "In a Flash" again, shattering all of the Necromancer's joints in an instant and splitting its body into thousands of pieces.

Just when Lynch thought the battle was over, he discovered that the battered skeleton was just giggling.

A shriek followed the laughter, and even Lynch's extremely tenacious soul fell into a trance in the shriek.

It was as if his soul was broken into thousands of pieces, and Lynch only felt that there were countless more of himself in this instant.

Nearly a thousand souls perished in the explosion of the Great Necromancer. Its grotesque, twisted and extremely powerful soul body devoured all the mortals with fragile souls. By the time the Lizardman came to his senses, he had been strangled by the Necromancer who had recovered again and was lifted into the air with one hand. He could even see the mockery and contempt hidden in the soul fire of the Supreme Undead.

"You still have one last chance, pathetic creature. The world of the living will eventually become history. Submit to me, to your future supreme monarch."

In fact, the lizardman, who was concentrating on finding the enemy's flaws, didn't hear its statement clearly at all, although this meaningless persuasion to surrender was not a possibility at all for Lynch.

The lizard man responded with a brutal kick. After breaking its spine with his foot, Lynch was thrown to the ground by the furious Undead Supreme.

The earth was hit with deep marks. If a bloodthirsty demon had not suddenly rushed out from the darkness and knocked over the Undead King who wanted to take advantage of the victory, the Lizardmen would have been destroyed in the physical sense long ago.

"Do you know me? Nagash of Nehekhara.

I am Kabanha! The incarnation of my Lord's wrath!"

The brass-covered bloodthirster roared hoarsely. It was summoned by the Great Necromancer, but that didn't mean it had to obey Nagash.

Its long whip lashed the poor earth impatiently, and a battle axe more poisonous than summer was stuck firmly in the waist and ribs of the Undead Supreme.

The painful struggles of the mortals and the fierce counterattacks of the warriors only made the devil approve by using his long whip to send them to the God of Creation. It roared proudly, as if mocking the Undead Supreme whose rage was soaring into the sky below.

The roar of the great demon shattered the rocks, and in the distance, its fellow creatures, which were countless times weaker than it, also responded to the supreme demon's call for killing with intensive roars.

Human death is spreading on the ground. The once prosperous territory of mankind has turned into scorched earth. Countless blood is calling out to Kabanha at the endless end. There is no doubt that this is the hunting ground promised by God.

The rage and desire of the Supreme Overlord drives this burly beast. Every drop of blood in the mortal world will be fed to its Overlord. Mortals will never understand that every drop of blood shed in the battle will eventually belong to Khorne.

This was a battle where there was no need to worry about who was the winner, because win or lose, they had fed the Blood God.

Suddenly, the originally furious undead began to laugh nervously again.

The necromancer's laughter was more piercing than his curses at this moment. The undead was no longer angry, as if everything Kabanha had done was just a joke to it.

It was not until the Undead Lord broke free from Kabanha's restraints with strength alone that it knew why the so-called Undead Supreme was laughing.

As if to prove something, the master of the undead pulled out the battle axe from his body during the wrestling, and then knocked the demon away. It could have escaped in a simpler way.

Rage drove the Great Demon to pounce again. The power that could destroy the mountain was infused into the Great Demon's battle axe, but the Undead Supreme possessed power that was no less than that of the Great Demon. The battle axe was easily blocked by the Necromancer's staff. The Immortal stretched out his left palm, and when he clenched it, it had condensed into a necromancy blade.

The demon's skills were only comparable to those of this near-god, and in just a blink of an eye, the two sides were fighting to the north of the forest.

The Supreme Undead didn't even dodge. What mortals called heavy injuries and death were nothing more than shallow ditches that it could easily cross. It just smiled grimly, and while instantly repairing the broken bones, it used its staff and sword to chop the demon with its backhand.

The bloody demon gradually lost its strength because the Supreme Undead seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, as if an invisible energy was being swallowed by it.

The Crown of Nagash shines with a deep purple, an obscure light deeper than death flowing around, faintly illuminating the death that is spreading everywhere.

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The fierce battle continued until a beam of pure light shot towards Nagash again, and the furious Undead Overlord turned into nothingness once again. When it was reborn from the void again, it had to face the dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

But it didn't seem to care. It just laughed crazily and used its staff and giant sword to skillfully deal with the two legendary warriors who were famous for their close combat.

Hordes of rats poured out from the underground of Mirkavala, and death once again disturbed the city, but the archmage was more concerned about the rising wind of death magic in the south than the immediate chaos.

His Highness Pearl has gone to the south, but now it seems that everything they have done is unnecessary. The existence hidden in the dark has already completed the original construction of the magic circle, and now it is just accumulating and exploding.

The ending seemed inevitable.

The melodious sound of the bell broke through the archmage's second vision. The buzzing disrupted the wind of magic, causing the rats to become abnormally rampant.

Teclis continued to maintain the magical protective net around the city, but he could never pay attention to every gap. There would always be ratmen sneaking into the city through the gaps. It only took one percent, or even one thousandth, of the rats gathered underground to be enough to destroy the human city.

The rats attacked the human soldiers' defenses endlessly. Once they reached the mage, this insignificant restriction would collapse.

(End of this chapter)