Chapter 374 The Long Night (Five)
The strong men under the wolf skins penetrated the gun positions of the Undead from the back. The Undead hastily turned around and were crushed into slag by the knights before they could launch a few rounds of artillery fire.
No one would reject a creature that looked sacred, and when the faint light and shadow merged into the human army, the humans who had found their allies burst into even more intense passion.
Everything is getting better, it seems.
The blind prophet was thankful that the Blood God did not take his soul away in the end.
How could the powerful being sitting on the throne care about a small character like him? He didn't do anything excessive. If it weren't for the white crow whispering, he wouldn't even know why he ran for his life.
Skarbrand was dead, the Emperor of Mankind had banished the demon, and he was safe.
Nagash casually pointed his staff toward the sky, dispelling the dark clouds.
This is what the demon needs, a very simple spell. The Supreme Undead is not stingy with such an expense because it has also been waiting for this opportunity.
Demons bring death, and death will make its subjects increase in number. More importantly, once the spell begins, those who try to take advantage of it will not be able to withdraw easily.
The great necromancer on the witchcraft chariot drew the final stroke of the magic circle with his feet and waved slightly toward the sky.
The dark clouds that covered the sky were cleared away by an invisible force in the blink of an eye. The evil moon that looked down upon all living things sat high on the dome of the night sky. In just a blink of an eye, it was engulfed in blood.
Thousands of invisible forces instantly climbed above the evil moon, trying to wash away the evil blood, but their efforts were in vain. The Great Necromancer pulled against them with his unparalleled will, and the same was true for the great warlocks in various dark corners.
This was a group of powerful opponents, and Nagash did not know where they came from, but the plan had reached its final step, and the Chaos Warlocks and the Gray Prophets were standing behind the Deathly Lord.
The undead magic power buried deep in the ocean rose up, and the undead magic power pent up in the earth also showed its fangs at the call of the Undead Lord.
The Nine Volumes of Nagash floated to the front of the Supreme Death and opened its pages.
The wind of death magic was almost torn out of the "big vortex", but fortunately, another force stabilized the shaky vortex.
The power displayed by the Great Necromancer frightened its allies. The wills in the gutters retreated in panic, and even helped the unknown wizard wash away the blood of the evil moon.
But their defection could not stop the Great Necromancer from achieving final success. It had been dormant for too long, so long that the world had forgotten the terror it represented.
The only drawback is that the power from afar seriously hinders this ritual.
There were some dark green impurities in the blood color, and it was not completely transformed.
As scarlet meteors streaked across the sky, a large number of them were burned up in the sky, and only the most powerful ones as expected successfully crossed the limit.
A minor flaw, but insignificant.
The Nicholas family will cause them more trouble. The vampires don't care about Isil's transformation of the world. Those wizards who hide behind the scenes and obstruct the plan will be punished.
When the "coward" Fermat, sitting on the general's pig head, heard the report from the front line, he almost thought he had come to the wrong place.
He was going to the Empire, not something like: "The sky was raining sticky blood, demons and undead were swarming on the ground, and the big guys were having a good time fighting."
This sounds terrible, but across the Blackfire Pass is Averland, a wealthy imperial province.
When the vision of the destructive force was revealed before the goblin, he was convinced that the situation was worse than he had expected.
But it was better than he expected, the greenskins could indeed have a good fight.
Even the most optimistic ratman warlock would no longer have any hope for cooperation - the necromancer who once resisted the entire underground world alone has returned, not just a wandering soul or a broken body.
They must speed up the process, the body of the god can only be Skaven's, yes, while the Necromancer attracts all attention, everything belongs to the Skaven.
Hordes of ratmen emerged from beneath Kislev. Along the villages of the southern states, dense swarms of rats devoured grass roots, bloody gravel, and the beasts on the land.
Humanity's fragile kingdoms had little power to resist, as their rulers might not even be aware of the dramatic changes that were occurring in such a short moment.
Hundreds of human soldiers were just hard-to-cook food in front of tens of thousands of rats. The crazy rats surrounded the Western State from the north and south. This kingdom, which had not yet recovered from the two disasters, completely collapsed overnight.
The dragon's roar resounded through the sky, but when the elf prince and the dragon flew through the sky, they were unable to change the overall situation.
Compared to the scale of tens of thousands of miles, what are a dragon and a wizard? If an individual can reverse everything, the "Cataclysm" will not happen, millions of elves on the island of Ulthuan will not die under the sword of demons, and the dwarf cities will not fall one after another.
The so-called coalition plan of Mage Teclis can be directly declared shattered, because no one really took his words to heart. The elves did not send troops, the dwarves did not appear in Kislev, and the imperial army was not here either.
Prince Pearl looked down at the swarm of rats surging on the ground like waves. Facing such inferior creatures, he couldn't even feel a sense of honor.
The dragon flames washed the ground again and again, and until the Star Dragon was no longer able to gather the flames, the rats on the ground were not burned to ashes.
Union? What a beautiful word, but in fact, the dwarves prefer human monkeys, the elves are more concerned about the interests of their own land, and the relations between humans are even as dirty as those in the elven court.
Pearl is not Aenarion, and even if it were Aenarion, he would not be able to stop the swarms of rats coming from all directions, no matter who replaced him.
If Pearl were given another hundred dragon knights, he would be confident that he could protect the peace of the land, but now he is the only one.
Only foolish mortals other than Nagash believe that there is power in unity, and that the truly powerful can change this insignificant world alone.
There are only two kinds of existence in the world. Nagash himself is one of them, and all other existences are just his slaves.
If he could seize the bodies of the gods and use the remaining energy, Nagash would be confident that he could directly raise the black pyramid and become the only ruler above the four gods.
This goal is already within reach.
Then the whole world will belong to it, and everything will become its private property.
Its plan has been independent of its "allies" from the beginning to the end. As long as it can raise the black pyramid, use the magic guide to gather all the magic in the world at one point, and use the soul to directly control it, it will have the power to devour the gods.
Starting from the lesser gods, these dregs in the highest heaven are but stepping stones to the Deathly Supreme, who will eventually surpass them all.
Of course, before that, it had to solve a small problem. It didn't want to be ambushed by the enemy behind it while heading north.
(End of this chapter)
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