Chapter 157: Two Thousand Years of Reunion (Updated on 10.3)

The laughter of the Great Necromancer made the vampire in front of Lynch terrified. It had seen that figure before.

Thousands of years ago, when it was still the noble scholar of Nehekhara.

The dead routed the king's legions and massacred the city, killing all who did not pledge allegiance to the rebel king.

The Lord of the Dead stared coldly at the vampire on the collapsed temple, making the vampire completely panic.

Lynch took the opportunity to swing his stick and ended the twisted life of the descendant of Nicholas.

But the vision did not end; it became more real.

With the death of the vampire, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the temple buried in rubble.

The human skin book appeared in Lynch's sight again. The book had been opened, and a burly spirit slowly slid out from the pages.

The deep red soul fire lit up from the spirit body.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the evil moon. In the ruins and the surrounding jungles, countless dead bodies shook off the mud on their bodies and walked again in the world.

In places Lynch can't see, all over the world, places touched by death.

The sleeping corpses were awakened by the great necromancer who returned to the world.

On this mysterious night, all kinds of strange undead spirits became the masters of the night.

Billions of dead are wandering under the evil moon. There will be no peace in the nights to come, because the destroyer of the ancient Nehekhara civilization, the lord of the undead, the immortal, has returned again since his skull was smashed by Sigmar two thousand years ago.

Bones flew from all directions and pieced together a body for Nagash.

With a scream, the older dead were awakened, and only the skeletons of Tyrannosaurus and Triceratops were left, kicking up dust and filling the jungle night.

This did not bring a sense of security to the Great Necromancer, because it was attacked by unknown magic just after it was resurrected.

Fortunately, after confirmation, Nagash realized that this was the remaining power of the ruins.

The vampire traitor wanted to use this insignificant power to avoid accidents, but unfortunately, the power of the great necromancer was far beyond his imagination.

Nagash's sight was inevitably drawn to the Saurian. He had faced such enemies before when he was still the prince of Khemri.

It was it that repelled the attacks of the southern jungle dwellers and built the fortress city of Astri on the edge of the rainforest.

Nagash the Immortal is no longer the same as he used to be. He is no longer a mortal. The powerful enemies that were difficult to face in the past are now nothing more than ants to him.

The Great Necromancer stared at the Lizardman, dark green magic swirling in his eyes.

A dark green ray, carrying the power of death and decay, slammed straight into the lizard man.

But the ray was bounced off before it got close.

Nagash, who was about to avert his gaze, focused his attention again.

It waved its hand in disbelief, pointed at the lizard man, and cursed it to go through thousands of years in an instant.

The rocks were weathered by the power of magic, but the lizard man was unharmed. He just held his scepter high and rushed towards Nagash, passing one undead after another.

The magic shot at the Lizardman was deflected, and no matter what kind of magic Nagash mustered, he could not be stopped.

What was even more deadly was that not far away, another powerful wizard gained a foothold in the undead tide and began to interfere with the magic of the Great Necromancer.

This reminded Nagash of the battle two thousand years ago.

As Nagash retreated hastily, the rainforest turned into a forest in a trance.

Terror howled, awakening Nagash's memory of his last death, regardless of friend or foe.

When Nagash looked at the Lizardmen again, he saw a majestic figure that he would never forget.

His long blond hair fell in flowing patterns over his muscular body, and he was much larger than Nagash remembered.

At first glance, Nagash almost mistook him for some burly orc warrior.

But the hammer that caused Nagash's skull to ache slightly anchored it to the figure deep in his memory.

"No! He is just a mortal. He is dead, and I have conquered death!"

Nagash cried out shrilly, shaking all the souls in the jungle.

The Great Necromancer suddenly pointed to the high mountain on the left and clenched his bony fist tightly.

Its power overcame the elven wizards' obstruction and shook the rolling mountains.

It was like thousands of Tyrannosaurus Rex were roaring, and the towering cliffs were shattered by the mighty force.

The falling rocks kicked up dust all over the sky, and under the control of the Great Necromancer, they smashed into the warriors rushing towards him.

As Nagash's magic spread, dozens of awakened bone dragons flapped their wings and flew from all directions.

The great necromancer took materials nearby and raised more undead beasts.

Without a trace of contempt, Nagash knew how terrifying that man was. Although he should have died long ago, as long as there was a possibility, Nagash had to face him with caution.

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The fear leaked out, causing the black fog to surge like a volcano erupting.

The earth trembled due to the falling mountaintop, the sound of falling reached the sky, and the rubble and dust buried the figure.

A bright light shone, eventually penetrating the fallen rocks and reaching Nagash's empty eyes.

It saw him again.

A man pushed away the rock, his bronze armor scarred and his wolfskin cloak covered in dust.

But the dust could not dim his eyes. Under his wild and unruly long hair, his unshakable gaze was fixed on the great necromancer, and his eyes were like the sun in the dark night.

He seemed more unshakable than the mountains. Nagash had the confidence to topple the mountains, but he faltered under this gaze.

A faint white flame lit up in the man's eyes, and the hammer in his hand was also bathed in white flames.

Exactly the same as it was two thousand years ago.

Nagash even felt Ulric's power, and there was no doubt that it was facing him.

"Sigma! No! Impossible!"

Another trance, the jungle and ruins completely disappeared, and the power of Nagash itself roared madly, recreating the tragic defeat of two thousand years ago for its master.

The Archmage seized his opportunity and stopped fighting the Necromancer's might, instead attacking its fragile mind.

Amidst the rocks, the Human Emperor, who seemed like he would never be defeated, wore the Crown of Nagash, which deflected the magic that Nagash had painstakingly prepared.

Nagash reflexively controlled the skeleton beasts, causing the corpses of Triceratops and Tyrannosaurus to pounce on "Sigma".

The skeleton monster dissipated in the light, and he easily overcame the numerous obstacles of the undead.

Gradually, Nagash saw more people.

These uncivilized primitive people followed the Human Emperor, wielding their war hammers and roaring the name of the White Wolf God.

There are more vampires among the undead controlled by Nagash. They use the power of the great necromancer to spread death wantonly.

Nagash raised his hand slightly, then pressed it down suddenly.

The tremendous magic power gathered into a bone palm that covered the sky and the moon, and slammed hard at the warriors charging in the wave of undead.

They died without any resistance, but there was still light standing firm in the darkness.

Even the annihilation of his entire army did not make him despair! The vampires moving among the undead were afraid. No matter how Nagash urged them, they refused to take another step forward to face the incarnation of the White Wolf God, whose whole body was burning with white flames.

(End of this chapter)