Chapter 197: Zong Qi's Eye (VII)
The human body did not change, but endless magic flowed into it.
Lord Huahua ended his meditation and turned his attention back to the battlefield, using the guided magical power to mobilize the ancient magic.
It just blew slightly, and a thin layer of mist covered the sea surface.
Mist continued to emanate from Lord Huahua's mouth, and the magic used to protect the temple city appeared in other places for the first time.
The fog spread for dozens of miles, and the light fog turned into thick fog.
In the end, the vampire was completely pitch dark.
But other creatures were not affected at all. The Dragon Prince, who was fighting hundreds of terrifying beasts and undead dragons, was amazed at the magic in the fog. With the help of the phantoms that kept emerging in the fog, he easily killed these tough enemies.
The exhausted dragon princes looked at each other. The knights who once dominated the sky had been reduced by half.
This is unthinkable, because the loss of a dragon in battle is memorable, representing the loss of an ancient family.
Filled with grief and indignation, the dragon riders continued to move deeper into the shipburial cemetery without hesitation, vowing to grind the culprits to ashes.
In the sea water, Lynch smelled a familiar power in the mist.
There is no doubt that this is the ring magic of the foggy city.
The phantoms that keep appearing in the fog are not false, they have real power.
This is an advanced use of shadow magic.
The offensive of the Thoros Legion could no longer be contained. The cold-blooded had inherited experience in fighting in the fog, and the omnipresent phantoms were their best allies.
The crowded vampire warships were separated without their knowledge. The power of the phantom made them overwhelmed and they fell into the encirclement of the Lizardmen without knowing it.
The warships that came to meet the enemy sank one after another. Count Noctis felt the connection in his soul disappear and fell into an unspeakable silence.
Shouts of killing came from the port side of the Bloody Plunderer. A fat ogre was the first to climb onto the rotten deck, followed by more ignorant human pirates.
The Count released the soul of the "Half-Dead Rat" Skokchi without hesitation. The Scarbruce was able to escape because it was an underwater warship with a large amount of Warpstone technology.
This was not out of mercy, but the count was going to use his dirty trick.
The magic of the ocean currents has dried up, and the Vampire Count can no longer reproduce the grand magic. It has reached the end of its road.
The Dread Fleet has been defeated under the siege of Lizardmen and High Elves, and the Earl is about to lose his last bit of dignity.
Noctilus could not escape, but Skokchi could, and so could the other undead on his ship.
Noctis still has a large amount of dimensional stone hidden in its space magic. The count is not prepared to use these forces to fight to the death, even though theoretically, it can destroy a fleet in one fell swoop by draining the magic power of the dimensional stone.
It would be meaningless to destroy as many enemies as possible as long as it couldn't kill the glittering lizardman and defeat the wizard hiding behind the lizardman.
It can only welcome the end.
The former Ocean Terror promised the Skaven a large amount of Dimensional Stone in exchange for a sacrifice so that it would not die completely. That sacrifice would be its new body.
The Count did not force any extortion because he did not want to push the Ratmen into a desperate situation. The Ratmen had a backup plan of dying together with them.
The half-whale, half-ship monster dived again, no longer entangled with Pastor Manawei of the Swordfish, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Rat people are always good at running away.
Count Noctilus stood on the top of the castle aboard the Bloody Reaver.
When it was in Sylvania before, it also activated magic at this location. The magical power that reached the sky even disturbed the sleepers thousands of miles away.
The legend of the Dread Fleet began to spread from that time.
Times may change, but the dead never change.
It is the ruler of the ocean, there is no end once it begins!
The Blood Guards are evenly matched with humans and ogres, which was impossible in the past. Each of Noctilus's guards can easily slaughter a human warband.
But the magic in the mist makes everything possible.
The storm cannot shake the huge ship that carries the castle, but killing can.
The shouts that had been heard all day long were also heard in front of the Bloody Plunderer, and ridiculous Morse followers came on board, which had never happened before.
With the help of the soul connection, Noctis issued the orders to fight one by one. He only needed to release the bloodthirsty sky demon in the cage to destroy the resistance of mankind.
The Earl stood at the battlements of the castle, waiting patiently for the warrior who could reach the top of the castle.
It will not be killed easily, for it is Count Noctis.
The maritime empire has come to an end, but death can never take away its soul.
Perhaps it will be captured by the devil after escaping, or perhaps the "half-dead rat" will betray it along the way and let it fall into the clutches of the Skaven.
Nothing else matters anymore. The former von Carstein is waiting for a suitable opponent.
The dragon's roar startled the thunder in the sky, and the huge star dragon slammed into the Bloody Predator, instantly breaking through the anti-aircraft magic.
The ancient warship groaned under the heavy burden, but continued to stand tenaciously in the strong wind and huge waves.
The Count decisively awakened the sleeping Leviathans, which would prevent the dragon from crashing into the castle so quickly.
Every time the Count looked behind the ship, he felt it getting more and more dazzling, and when he heard a crackling sound on it, Noctis knew that the Lizardman champion had also boarded the ship.
After much thought, Noctis had no idea how to deal with him.
Ordinary undead are no match for the Lizardmen. The behemoths are vulnerable to their weapons and their numbers will quickly melt away in the light.
Let him come, Count Noctis will greet the visitor personally.
What few people know is that the master of the Dread Fleet is a rare swordsmanship master in the world, who was once the best in the empire of his time, and he is not only good at magic.
No matter whether it was the Wolf God's followers in the north or the Sigmar's followers in the south, after challenging Necklaus von Carstein, none of them could get out of the castle.
Lynch killed the bloodthirsty demon shark and directly activated the scepter to cut open the hull of the ancient ship.
He broke into the cabin of the Bloody Reaver, where various monsters were imprisoned.
Strangely, no monsters were left in the cage, and it seemed that Lynch's enemies had no strength left.
After crashing through several partitions in succession, Lynch found a way upwards, or perhaps he created the way.
The desperate roar of the humans broke into Lynch's ears, it seemed that their situation was very bad.
On the deck, "Undead Killer" Barry took advantage of the "Death Scythe" Ryan's scythe to jam the bloodthirsty Sky Demon, and swung the Scythe with all his strength, chopping off the monster's head.
The former agile champion broke his spine due to excessive force, and he fell down together with the bloodthirsty sky demon.
"Charge, old friend! We are the rose of Morr and the scythe of death!"
Forty years later, old Barry shouted out this battle cry again.
It was their First Regiment that crushed the final counterattack of the Undead in Styria.
At that time, he and Ryan and a dozen others were the last survivors of the battle.
They shouted the same slogan as they rushed towards the fleeing vampire army, performing an impossible miracle.
(End of this chapter)
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