Chapter 380 The Long Night (End)

In Ostermark, the desolate night wind continued to howl, and the messy corpses huddled together tightly, not standing up again.

But this peace may not last long. As long as the vampires need them, these soldiers who were once hostile to them will be enslaved and dominated.

He has to stand up.

Christopher tried hard to push the dead body off him, but what had been so easy in the past now seemed like a delusion.

The war hammer pressed against his calf, and the weapon of the past became his tombstone.

Christopher used his last bit of strength to fight against the inevitable death, but his will was powerless in the face of absolute facts, and his body was still getting colder.

The sounds of fierce fighting gradually faded away, and he could only weakly watch the demons and undead drift away in the melee, waiting in vain for death.

He is just a human being. Humans feel thirsty and tired. High temperatures can kill him and extreme cold can make him stiff. Even if he is given the title of "Ur.Ulrik", it can't change anything.

He can lift a steam tank with his faith, but the high-intensity burst will also tear his muscles. He can punch through an iron plate, but the reaction force will still make his dry fingers tremble.

The roar of the alien faded away. After Christopher tried to stand up dozens of times without success, he could only lie in vain on the equally cold corpse. The only thing he could do before he died was to stare at the demon that trampled on human land.

Lynch was once again brutally torn into two pieces of different sizes by the Undead Supreme. The only thing that made him stronger than the bloodthirsty one was his self-healing ability. The majestic demon had his wings torn off by the great necromancer, and the octagonal mark of Khorne on his forehead was also beaten into a bloody mess by the staff.

In the beginning, the Lizardmen were still on guard against the demons, but now that the fight has gotten so far, the two groups, who were supposed to be mortal enemies, have completely lost the energy to be wary of each other.

It was like challenging an immortal god who could distort reality at will. The demon became a plaything of the lord of the dead, and Lynch was almost dead.

He had never been so close to death.

The despised King of the Dead had turned into a purple torrent that enveloped the world. The Shaxu Wind was swallowed by it like eating and drinking water. The figure of the mighty one who devoured death became increasingly majestic, and now was comparable to a mountain.

This is really a cold joke. Chaos will face its greatest enemy. When the entire mortal world is shrouded in death, the gods will also perish, and only the dead will remain in the world. The only conscious existence is named Nagash. By then, its name may be meaningless because only it itself remembers it.

No one knows whether the "Great Vortex" can be maintained. Perhaps the struggle in the area that Lynch cannot see is still going on, and all the mages who maintain order are wrestling with one person. In this way, the wind of death is still rising abnormally high.

When the wind of magic blurred the boundary between Ithil and the mortal realm, Lynch saw the demon looming in the torrent of magic as he wished.

Just as he expected, a mountain of rotten flesh and fat fell onto the soil of the material world, the morbid plague spread into the wind at an incredible speed, acid rain fell mixed with white snow, and the laughter of the Great Unclean Ones joyfully bombarded all living things.

Dozens of fat giant mountains appeared under the night sky, waving rusty machetes and rotten wooden sticks, surrounding the Lord of the Undead, and the Great Unclean Ones reached a basic understanding.

But before they could slowly walk up to the Supreme Undead, the light green rays projected from the Necromancer's eyes ended their arrival.

It only took one syllable to shatter the demons in groups.

The ground, which had been wriggling like a snake, suddenly returned to calm, and the drizzling acid rain and maggot mist stopped abruptly.

The Khorne demons, fearless of magic, passed through the realm one after another, and perished at the same speed before the majestic figure of the Supreme Necron.

Maybe it's over.

Death is not scary, what is scary is not having peace after death.

Lin Qi only hoped that he could die cleanly, preferably without leaving any soul behind.

Something fierce was baking Lynch's soul, but it was like rootless water, without a source, always separated from the lizard man by a world.

The warm current seemed to be on Lynch's body, but also seemed to be flowing somewhere farther away. All it did was make the dying man mistakenly think he was having an illusion.

The Lizardmen could see the melee between the dwarves and the undead in the distance. As expected, these stubborn young creatures launched an attack on the god-like Lord of the Dead. Perhaps they should stay away. The current Nagash is not the same Nagash as before. It seems that it has achieved its goal and has nothing to worry about.

The thunder summoned by rune magic was easily extinguished by the necromancer with a glare, and the volley of organ cannons ended before it even began - the gunner died suddenly before he could calibrate the cannon, and turned into an undead the next moment.

Only a highly skilled necromancer could transform a dwarf. Apparently, the second most powerful necromancer in the world was not even an apprentice in front of the Lord of the Dead, whose few words made him a master of necromancy.

Fortunately, it had a more pressing goal, and it simply smashed the dwarf's army formation from a distance, and then it headed north while being chased by two half-dead opponents.

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The raging magic wind made the demon more and more excited, but its excitement could not change anything. The improvement that the siphoned magic wind brought to the Supreme Undead was definitely far greater than that of a demon. Even if the magic wind reached the raging storm, the demon could not reverse anything.

The undead blade scraped off half of its body. The dry rage supported Kabanha to continue fighting, but the fight had lost its meaning. The two who kept trying to interfere with the necromancer were just being repeatedly destroyed. They couldn't even make Nagash pause.

The shouts and sounds of fighting could be heard hundreds of miles away. The human knights easily defeated the Blood Knights, but the blood descendants who resisted stubbornly waited for the victory to come. Thousands of highly skilled warriors fell before they could react to the joy of victory. The sporadic Pegasus knights were like moths to a candle flame.

Snowflakes were floating sadly, coldness and death dominated the darkness, a faint roar penetrated the curtain, and the sense of crisis of impending disaster tortured the half-dead lizard man. He couldn't be sure whether this sense of crisis came from the roar or from the undead lord in front of him.

Maybe it's over.

The laughter of the Great Necromancer spread throughout the Old World. Some isolated races realized that disaster was coming, but it was too late for them to act.

The extra shadow in the forest was wiped out by the Necromancer with a gesture the next moment. A giant dragon took advantage of Nagash's complacency and crashed into his skull, which was like a mountain, causing the Undead Supreme to fall into brief confusion and rage.

Almost all the beings who were still on the sidelines seized this opportunity. The defected vampires decisively interfered with the Wind of Shaxu. The uninvited mages and chaos warlocks struggled to snatch magic from the great necromancer, just like naughty children struggling with adults.

The Keeper of Secrets appeared deep in the mind of the Necromancer, and another bloodthirsty being even stronger than its peers, together with the Kabanha and the Lizardmen who suddenly attacked, severed Nagash's legs.

The Lord of Disaster secretly assisted the Holy Grail Knights in their charge to death. Almost no one wanted to see the Undead rule the world. The Norse tribes that appeared behind the human army no longer attacked their former mortal enemies.

(End of this chapter)