Chapter 376 The Long Night (Seventeen)

Brains and minced meat splashed into the snow-covered soil, dyeing the already dirty snow with a new color, but the color quickly faded.

"Mortal! You are fighting against death! I am the master of death!" It seems that it will never forget the expression on its lips, maybe every pervert who has been suppressed for too long is like this.

But the headless body still burst out with ferocious power, and the great necromancer's jaw was caught off guard and knocked into powder by the scepter. Even if it recovered the next moment, it could not extinguish Nagash's anger.

Meaningless trash talk was poured out continuously, but the target of its insults and ridicules didn't care about anything else during the battle.

The verbal bombardment did not move the lizard man at all. After his head grew back, he took the opportunity to bite the necromancer's flailing staff. Ignoring the broken teeth and biting muscles, he used inertia to knock this person down. Arrogant fool.

The humans who had not yet escaped also rushed forward without fear of death, using their maces to repeatedly hammer the bodies of the undead, like insects overwhelmed by ants. The necromancer was enveloped by the ants it despised.

Lynch decisively activated "In a Flash" again, shattering all the great necromancer's joints in an instant, splitting its body into thousands of parts.

Just when Lynch thought the battle was over, he realized that the battered skeleton was just giggling.

A scream followed the laughter, and even Lynch's tenacious soul fell into a trance in the scream.

As if his soul was broken into thousands of pieces, Lin Qi only felt that there were countless more versions of himself at this moment.

Nearly a thousand souls perished in the explosion of the great necromancer. Its weird, twisted and extremely powerful soul body ate all the mortals with fragile souls. By the time the lizard man came back to his senses, he had been restored to good health again. The Necromancer pinched his neck and lifted it into the air with one hand. He could even see the hidden jest and contempt in the soul fire of the Supreme Necromancer.

"You still have one last chance, miserable creature. The world of living people will eventually become history. Surrender to me and your future supreme monarch."

In fact, the lizard man who was focused on finding the enemy's flaws did not hear its statement at all, although this meaningless persuasion to surrender was simply not possible for Lynch.

What responded to it was a brutal kick from the lizard man. After breaking its spine with his foot, Lynch was thrown to the ground by the furious Undead Supreme.

A deep mark was left on the ground. If a bloodthirsty maniac hadn't suddenly rushed out of the darkness and knocked over the undead king who wanted to take advantage of the victory, the lizard people would have been physically destroyed.

"Do you know me? Nagash of Nehekhara.

I am Kabanha! The embodiment of my Lord's wrath! "

The brass-covered bloodthirsty roared hoarsely. It was summoned by the Great Necromancer, but this does not mean that it must obey Nagash.

Its long whip whipped the poor earth impatiently, while a battle ax more vicious than summer was firmly stuck in the waist and ribs of the Undead Supreme.

The painful struggles of the mortals and the ferocious counterattacks of the warriors only allowed the devil to send them to the true God of Creation with a long whip in approval. It roared proudly, as if mocking the Supreme Necromancer under him whose anger was soaring into the sky.

The great demon's roar cracked the rocks, and those of its kind in the distance who were countless times weaker than it also responded to the supreme demon's killing call with intensive roars.

Human death is spreading on the ground. The former prosperous territory of mankind has turned into scorched earth. Countless blood is calling Kabanha at the end of the world. There is no doubt that this is the hunting ground promised by God.

The anger and desire of the Supreme Lord drive this burly ferocious beast. Every drop of mortal blood will be fed to its Lord. Mortals will never understand that every drop of blood shed in the fight ultimately belongs to Khorne.

This is a battle where there is no need to worry about the winner, because no matter they win or lose, they have fed the Blood God.

Suddenly, the originally furious undead laughed nervously again.

The necromancer's laughter was more harsh than the curse at this time. This undead was no longer angry, just like everything Kabanha did was just a joke to it.

It wasn't until the Necromancer broke away from Kabanha's shackles with just his strength that he knew why the so-called Necromancer Supreme was laughing.

As if just to prove something, the owner of the undead pulled out the battle ax from his body during the wrestling match, and then knocked the demon away. It could have escaped in a simpler way.

The anger drove the great demon to rush forward again. The power that could destroy the mountain was infused into the great demon's battle axe. However, the Supreme Necromancer had power that was not inferior to that of the great demon. The ax was used by the spiritual necromancer. The staff was easily blocked, and the "Immortal" stretched out his left palm, and when he tightened it again, he had already solidified a necromantic blade.

The devil's skills were only comparable to that of this near-god. In just a blink of an eye, the two sides fought in a melee to the north of the forest.

The Undead Supreme didn't even dodge. For it, the so-called heavy injuries and death were just shallow ditches that it could easily cross. It just smiled gloomily, and while instantly restoring the broken bones, it slashed the staff and the sword blade with its backhand. On the devil.

The flesh-and-blood demon gradually died, because the Undead Supreme seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, as if invisible energy was being swallowed by it.

The "Crown of Nagash" shines with a deep purple, and an obscure brilliance deeper than death flows, vaguely illuminating the death that is spreading everywhere.

The fierce battle continued until a beam of pure light shot at Nagash again, and the furious Lord of the Dead turned into nothingness again. When it was reborn from the void again, it had to face the dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

But it didn't seem to care. It just smiled maniacally and used its staff and giant sword to dexterously deal with the two legendary warriors who were famous for their close combat.

Swarms of rats emerged from beneath Mirkavala, and death once again disturbed the city, but the Archmage was more concerned about the soaring winds of death magic in the south than the current chaos.

His Highness Pearl has already gone to the south, but now it seems that everything they did is unnecessary. The existence hidden in the dark has already completed the construction of the original magic circle, and now it is just accumulating and erupting.

The ending seemed destined.

The melodious bells broke through the Archmage's second sight, and the buzzing disturbed the wind of magic, causing rats to become abnormally rampant.

Teclis continues to maintain the magic protective net around the city, but he can never pay attention to every gap. There will always be ratmen sneaking into the city through the gaps. It only takes one percent, or even one thousandth. , the rats gathering underground are enough to annihilate human cities.

The rats are endlessly attacking the defense lines of human soldiers. Once they rush in front of the mage, this insignificant restriction will collapse.