Chapter 382 The whole world is the enemy

The flames rose to the sky along with the demon's wailing. There was no bright flame, but everyone who existed here saw the torch in the spiritual world.

The filth and stench brought by the rat tide burned out in the blazing but rootless light and heat. When the sound of artillery fire from the Norse Dwarf Legion came from the north, the panicked rats rushed towards any cracks, but those rats that got too close to the temple spontaneously combusted before they could take a few steps, screaming and turning into ashes.

The sound of subtle breathing rose and fell with the sudden calm of the air. The storm and blizzard summoned by the warlock turned into a light spring rain. The Grey Prophet who was still resisting was unable to withstand the increasingly scorching light and heat. First, blue smoke rose from his gray hair, and then, materialized flames enveloped the warlock's entire body.

Just when the fire in the real world was about to spread into one and engulf the entire city, all the abnormalities came to an abrupt end.

The night once again occupied the city-state, but there were no ratmen in the empty city. Occasionally, a few belated artillery fire from the dwarf positions made humans realize that this was not a dream.

Snowflakes drifted on the border of Ostermark, and deep darkness concealed Nagash's dead soul.

The Great Necromancer calmly pinched the giant dragon that wanted to continue fighting, and as soon as his vicious eyes caught sight of the elven wizard on the dragon's back, he turned him into rotten ashes.

With just a little force, the ancient star dragon shattered into flesh and blood.

The god-like being shook his body slightly, and shook off the reckless and fearless human knight.

The exhausted Kabanha dissipated into nothingness with the necromancer's next swing of his staff, and the angry undead blade cut open the body of another nameless demon.

The Keeper of Secrets was swallowed alive by Nagash's soul, and it even had enough time to block another blow from the Blood God's Chief Demon. Even though it was still able to do so with ease, it didn't want to stay here any longer.

There was no need, it must return to Nehekhara as soon as possible, before the kings breached the Black Pyramid.

If it could return to the pyramid in time, it could forcibly grasp the wind of death magic on its body and swallow the gods of Nehekhara in one fell swoop.

By then, it will still be the supreme ruler of this world.

But there are too many variables, it is far better to devour the god's corpse first and then seize the magic wind to become a god.

Time once again stood against the Overlord of the Undead. Just when Nagash wanted to anchor the staff and directly cross the empire and the badlands and descend into the desert, the boundless green energy tide that filled the sky and the earth blocked the sight of the Overlord of the Undead and even blocked the flow of the wind of magic.

A stupid, ignorant, and insane orc warlord was provoking a great "waagh"! Nagash found the source in just a moment. The endless green "waagh" energy was almost condensed into a physical entity. Even the great necromancer did not dare to say that he could easily solve this scale of green tide.

A few ethereal wolf howls sounded above the sea of ​​corpses and blood. There were no living creatures on the battlefield trampled by Nagash, and naturally there were no so-called wolf packs.

The wind grew colder and colder, as if winter was raging. Even the clashing of swords could not produce such a sound, and war drums and horns could not express the depression lurking behind the falling snow.

Invisible resentment flowed in the dark clouds and crystals, and invisible thunder shattered the cold winter, as if a powerful man was shaking the universe with a war hammer.

The snowflakes bowed to the ground in awe, but could not cover the angry faces. Air currents more ferocious than artillery fire swept across the suffering earth again and again, blowing the bloody wolf skins on the bodies of the dead.

The wolf howls became more frequent and clearer.

The turbulent air flow suddenly fell into calm at a certain moment, but the clouds that were moving like a stream of cars became more and more violent. The thunder exploded for the last time at an infinite height, and on the ground thousands of feet below, a glow appeared in the stagnant eyes of the dead "Great Yurik".

Those were a pair of eyes without pupils. A blazing white light was suppressively leaping in the dead man's eyes. The old priest, with broken bones and tendons, pushed away the corpse that was preventing him from standing up and picked up the warhammer.

Just like a toddler who has just learned to walk, He stumbled through the slaughterhouse, and in the blink of an eye, He became familiar with the material world.

The snow was getting heavier, snowflakes bigger than basins were falling to the earth, and thunder was exploding again in deep winter, as if nature was roaring and mid-winter was raging.

The cold current froze the river and cooled the blood in an instant.

The snow was falling abnormally, and when the snowflakes touched the imperial soldiers, the extreme cold was mixed with brutal rage, which could arouse the anger of even the most calm people, and make even the most restrained people understand how to brutalize their enemies.

Louis looked at the heavy snow in the dark with suspicion and vigilance, and then looked at the emperor unconsciously.

Maybe it was an illusion, but he always felt that the emperor was no longer the emperor.

The human king on the griffin decisively arranged for the wounded, and issued dozens of orders in succession, planning the future routes and tasks for the soldiers.

The loud voice seemed to contain infinite holiness, and even the undisciplined mercenaries subconsciously followed his orders.

Gail-Maraz was as restrained as any other creature in his hands. Any human who accidentally made eye contact with him would have the illusion that he was taller than the mountains at the edge of the world, that his shoulders could withstand a landslide, and that his gaze could calm the vast ocean.

It's like. "Sigma is the god, Sigma is real gold."

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The chanters prostrated themselves on the ground, whether they were apprentices with shallow faith or loyal monks.

As the snow fell and the wind died down, every pastor realized it—their God was with them.

The undead lord who proclaimed himself to be a god impatiently pushed away the entanglement of the Norscan chieftain and the bloodthirsty demon. Just now, when the storm of magic reached its peak, it felt a vague sense of crisis.

This is not surprising. The worm has become a so-called god, and he will cause considerable trouble to Nagash.

Just a new god, just trouble.

Vampires betrayed the Lord of the Dead in twos and threes. Nagash cursed them viciously for their betrayal again, saying that there would not be a next time, and when the God of Death was born, everything would be settled.

It must find the initiator of "waagh" as soon as possible and behead him, which is not an easy task. Even if it finds the orc warrior, Nagash may not be able to deal with him cleanly.

The scale of the green tide is too large, and the warriors who lead them will be more powerful than ever before.

Nagash must return to the Black Pyramid as soon as possible. This is his only chance to turn the tables. As long as he returns to the staff, everything will be reversed.

The sudden change in the celestial phenomena blocked the Great Necromancer's observation of the future. Not only the celestial phenomena, but also some ants hiding in the dark were hindering Nagash. It could sense some powerful insects.

(End of this chapter)