Chapter 628 Who are you?

After killing a lost wax-melting demon, this stinking grassland is basically no longer a threat.

Angel Watson then arranged the defense line in an orderly manner according to the plan.

More strange-looking undead soldiers walked out of the space gate and quickly began to transform the grassland.

There are long undead worms that are as long as trains, and they will pull out white walls wherever they crawl.

This is a new thing that Ambershu has developed using the bone virus from the Alchemy City. The pile of white substance that is excreted is not just feces, but also bones that can be freely shaped. Wherever the insects crawl to, they can build walls of that shape.

This material has a very strong stench, which doesn't matter to the undead as they have no sense of smell. But if demons come to demolish the walls, the liquid with a stronger odor inside the walls will splash everywhere, and the strong stench will be enough to make the demons faint.

Dozens of undead worms as long as trains began to crawl quickly, and simple fortresses were built.

An expert will find at a glance that the locations of these fortresses are very particular, and they are clearly the key locations of the large magic circle.

Then, a large number of ghosts floated out from the space gate and fell into the designated location, becoming nutrients for the magic circle, causing gray dust to continuously fall within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

This is the Scourge of the Undead. Any creature that inhales this dust will be constantly eroded by the dark magic. In the best case, their body functions will decline, and in the worst case, they will fall to the ground and die, and be transformed into undead.

In addition, where the gray dust is, the undead can obtain a lasting self-recovery effect, strengthen strength, strengthen resistance and magic effects, and add soul imprints to all undead within the range, and automatically explode an effect similar to soul screams when they die. Although it is a weakened version and there is no effect of instant death if they can't survive, it can also impact the souls of all living things.

Either dizziness, headache, or other negative effects.

This was not traditional necromancy, but a new type of undead disaster that Amberxiu had researched after referring to many opinions and information.

It cannot be used in the main material plane, otherwise other gods will fight Amber to the death.

But it didn't matter when dealing with demons. Amber was afraid that the scene was not big enough, so he used alchemy and biotechnology from hell to strengthen it. In order to achieve this goal, Amber had to spend a large amount of money again to speed up time and speed up his research and development.

This is the benefit of having the support of the God of Alchemy.

For other gods, speeding up by ten thousand years is meaningless, because their power comes from their priesthood, faith, and their own racial talents, and these things will not change much over time.

But alchemy is different. Even if the divine power does not increase at all, the knowledge reserve of alchemy will become stronger and stronger, and the creations will become more and more terrifying.

This might be the reason why the Lord of Knowledge cares so much about the God of Alchemy, and even wants to intervene when mortal alchemists are causing trouble, which is out of character for Oghma.

Uncontrolled knowledge is more terrifying than any divine magic. That is to say, Ambershu is now the Grand Duke of the Devil, and his status is equal to that of Oghma. Moreover, Ambershu can guarantee that he can control it, otherwise Oghma will definitely not let Ambershu do whatever he wants.

Knowledge ferments into terrible things under the influence of time, which are the undead with various strange functions before our eyes.

Angel Watson had never fought such a prosperous war, and at the same time he was secretly worried about his motherland.

If this devil archduke had taken out these things when he was still a lich, could the Ryan Empire still survive?

It is true that holy light can defeat the undead, but these undead before them are not traditional undead at all. Just those ultra-long-range attack weapons are enough to kill most of the Ryan people before they can even see the enemy.

But now, these undead have become troops under his control, and Angel Watson feels very happy.

Going to hell doesn't seem so miserable. At least it's impossible to have this kind of experience as a commander when you are alive.

The rumbling sound of artillery rang out, and the first group of demons who discovered something was wrong had arrived at the battlefield. Having never seen intensive long-range attacks, the demons had no idea to disperse their formation and could only huddle together and rush forward.

As a result, as soon as they entered the range, they were covered by saturation fire and then blown all over the sky.

This round of bombing lasted for about ten seconds and killed at least 20,000 demons.

The large army operated in an orderly manner under the command of Angel Watson, but Melina and Parulil, two extraordinary strong men, became free.

After the position is established, it will be a war of attrition between conventional troops. Individuals with strong combat power such as Melina and Paruliel can only be on standby and will not be deployed until the critical moment.

This made Paruliel idle. Her eyes rolled around and she looked at Melina as if she was looking at something special.

Melina, wearing her heavy armor all the time, sat quietly by the side, carefully wiping her spear, cleaning off the remaining demonic flesh and blood on it. She was so focused that she completely ignored Paruliel's gaze.

Parulil finally couldn't help but say, "You are not Melina, who are you?"

Melina stopped wiping her spear and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Parulil said with great certainty: "Don't pretend. Although your disguise is very powerful and I can't even see through your illusion, you are definitely not Melina. That child can't be so focused and quiet..."

Before Parulil could finish her words, the tip of the spear had already stopped at her throat.

The speed was incredibly fast, as if the tip of the gun had been pointed at His throat from the very beginning.

Parulil ignored the threat of the spear tip and said to herself: "I knew that Melina didn't have such ability... Who are you? The Lich God Velsharon? No, He doesn't have your aura, and I didn't sense that you used any divine power just now... Something is wrong, you are still a mortal, how can a mortal have such power?!"

However, Melina slowly retracted her spear and said calmly: "You underestimate the power of mortals."

After saying this, Melina began to wipe the spear again, as if nothing had happened.

Parulil insisted, "Was it arranged by Arthas to have someone disguise his daughter as bait? Who is he trying to deceive? Xirik, or those demons? Tell me now, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

However, Melina remained unmoved and completely ignored Paruriel's chatter.

Paruliel couldn't help but grasp his dagger, but the moment he showed a hint of hostility, he felt a sharp breath as if it were tangible falling on him.

He swore by his divine perception that this was not an illusion, but the other party's hostility had become real.

"Mortal...Are you really just a mortal? This is too unreasonable!" Paruliel said in disbelief.

The gap between gods and mortals is more exaggerated than that between humans and ants, because gods have many immunity effects, and mortals' spells and martial arts are nothing but a joke to gods.

Only those legendary figures in stories can kill gods as mortals, and there are many prerequisites. They must seize the moment when the gods are weak to have a chance of success.

But Paruliel now had an illusion that if he really swung the dagger, the opponent's spear would pierce his throat first.

This is outrageous and doesn't make sense at all.

Such a powerful mortal cannot be a mortal and should have ascended to the throne of god long ago.

The more mysterious it was, the more excited Paruliel became.

He has never been afraid of death. As long as it can satisfy His curiosity, Paruliel is willing to do anything and pay any price.

Just as Paruliel was about to take action, Amber's projection suddenly appeared between the two of them, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

Amber stared at Parulier and said, "You lunatic, now is not the time to mess around."

Parulil laughed and said, "I knew it, I guessed right, this is not your daughter!"

Amber did not answer this question, but warned very seriously: "If you ruin my plan, you will never be able to control the power of destiny in your life. I always keep my word, and you should be very clear about this."

Paruliel narrowed his eyes. He never doubted Ambersu's words. This guy was just like himself. He could do anything outrageous. He just didn't believe in it, so he was killed by him and sent to hell.

If Amber threatened her with death, Paruliel would do it without hesitation, but becoming a prophecy wizard was her dream for many years. Now she felt that she was just one step away from success, and it would be a pity to give up now.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Parulil said helplessly: "Okay, you are the Duke of Devil now, you have the final say."

After saying this, Parulil said to Melina, "My dear little one, I really want to take off your helmet right now to see what you really look like. But don't worry, I will let you take off the helmet yourself so that I can see."

Amberxiu breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the madman Paruliel would take action on the spot, which would then be a complete mess.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When Ambershu's projection disappeared, Paruliel kept her promise and had no intention of taking action again, but she did not give up on inquiring.

"Hey, little guy, I think you are younger than me, right?"

"Haha, you don't say anything. It seems that you are not affected by me at all. You have hurt my self-esteem a little bit. I am a lustful demon."

"Where did Melina go? Arthas is a very cautious guy. Since there is a fake like you, the real Melina must be hidden very well by him. I guess, he stuffed her into his private space, right?"

"Don't really be silent. When we go to the battlefield, we are not sure whether we can survive. If you don't speak now, you may never be able to speak again."

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Parulil kept talking until Melina in front of her finally replied, "Don't worry, just hide behind me if you're in danger."

Paruliel was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.

"You, protect me? With you... No, you might really have the ability to do so, but why would you want to protect me? You are not bewitched by me, and you and I don't even know each other..."

As Parulil was speaking, she was interrupted by a simple sentence.

"Since you and I are on the same side, we are comrades-in-arms. This reason is enough."

Paruliel was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but scold: "Childish, you can tell at a glance that you are a child who has not grown up."

However, this time Melina did not respond. She just put away the cleaned spear and sat down quietly to rest.

Parulil wanted to make a few more provocative remarks, but he found that the man in front of him was not just saying polite words to show off.

Paruliel was very confident in her judgment. This guy was serious. Even though she had just behaved so annoyingly, this person was actually willing to protect her at the critical moment.

Who is this person?

Paruliel became more and more curious, but this time he did not ask any more questions. He just looked at the other person quietly.

No matter how loud the battle outside was, the mysterious man hidden in the armor remained motionless. It seemed as if he was born for the battlefield. He had no excitement, no tension, and no cowardice. Going to the battlefield was like going home.

Such a special temperament is truly extraordinary.

That guy Arthas can always find so many special talents to work for him. He is truly a child favored by destiny.

As I was deep in thought, a horn suddenly sounded.

That was a special combat signal, indicating that a powerful enemy had appeared on the battlefield and that Parulil and Melina needed to take action.

The two stood up together and left the rest tent.

Walking out of the door, they both looked up at the sky at the same time without any instructions.

Large black spots appeared in the distant sky; that was an air force composed of thousands of beholders.

One of the beholders was as huge as a hill and was rushing towards the undead camp at a very fast speed.

Paruliel said in surprise: "Another quasi-divine power! It came too quickly!"

Melina said, "That's not normal. Demons are not idiots. Why would they use such a strategy of adding fuel to the fire?"

Just now, they killed a wax-melting demon of the god level. How come an eye demon suddenly appeared? Even if the enemy wants to launch a large-scale attack, it should be a group of god-level warriors who attack together. Wouldn't it be suicide if they attack one by one? Parulil smiled and said, "Little guy, you don't understand this, right? The demons are more cruel than we think. Even the warriors under the same lord act alone, because no one can guarantee that they will not be stabbed in the back when attacking.

"Even the demon lord cannot ensure that his subordinates will not kill each other. Chaos is the essence of demons. It is an unpredictable and unchangeable nature. Otherwise, how could Hell have lasted for so many years? Don't worry, the demons will only attack one by one and will never dare to rush in all at once."

Melina nodded and said, "Thanks for the advice."

After saying that, Melina summoned her mount. The seemingly ordinary skeleton horse raised its four hooves into the air and rushed up into the sky by stepping on the air.

Looking at the Death Knight soaring into the sky, Paruriel couldn't help but think that this guy must have been sealing his own power.

With so many beholders in front of him, if he charged alone, would he be forced to use his full strength? If it were a few hundred years ago, Parulil would really watch him face thousands of troops alone, just to verify what she thought in her heart.

But after staying in the hell of intrigue for so long, the words "You can hide behind me if you are in danger" were the first sincere concern that Paruliel had heard in hundreds of years.

"Since you said that just now, it was very cool..."

Paruliel pondered, her figure gradually becoming transparent, and she followed as an invisible shadow.

(End of this chapter)