Cataclysmic Transformation

Chapter 887: civil war

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"Ged... Ged... Ged..."

In the Icecrown Castle located in the south of the main plane of the undead, in the long and wide main street, a group of death knights rode through the tall and solemn palace on death horses. They were fully armed, their eyes were calm and deep, even the horses They also put on thick battle armor, and they could feel the strong killing intent emanating from them from a long distance away.

Immediately behind are undead warriors, undead mages, witch doctors, etc. The heavy meat grinder wheels rolled over the central main street, followed by the hatred like meatballs, and the stone statues of ten wins continued to exude monsters. The light, the huge shadow flashing in the sky from time to time, is the body of the frost dragon Wei'an, from the sound of the desolate horn, the whole Icecrown Castle is filled with an atmosphere of an impending war.

Both sides of the road were crowded with undead watching the excitement. While watching the grand military parade, they pointed at the torrent of steel-like natural disaster army.

"His Majesty the God Emperor is going to fight again. It seems that the last war has just passed, right? Are you going to conquer the Plague Legion again?" said an undead.

"It seems that this time it is not the Plague Legion that is fighting, but the Forgotten City in Hokan District..." said another undead.

"The Forgotten City? Isn't that occupied by orcs? Are we going to fight the orcs? Oh my God, His Majesty's hypochondriasis has finally been cured... It's unbelievable." An undead exclaimed.

"How can there be? The orcs in the Forgotten City were driven away by some forces. It is said that they are also undead. They call themselves Scourge Legion... The leader also calls himself the Lich King. After all, this time the expedition is still undead fighting undead..." Another undead crowd After thinking about it, he said.

"Yeah, we fight every time... Our God Emperor is too powerful. He can't beat angels, orcs, demons, abyss, any force, and in the end he will only take the undead!" Let it out... I think if the Forgotten City is still controlled by the orcs, Fismarck wouldn't dare to go to war with ten guts..."

The face of the other undead was full of sarcasm. He had long been dissatisfied with the regime of the Scourge Emperor Fesmarck.

"That's right, it's the same with the Plague Legion. Every time I say I won the battle, but every time I escape back in despair, spending countless black crystal coins but in vain... Such a leader is really incompetent..." The undead said Speak up and get a quick response.

"It is said that several times they were forced back by the legions of hell and abyss. Before we received the declaration of war, our dear God Emperor was so frightened that his heels were so weak... Withdrawing the troops in a hurry... After the withdrawal, we had to write a letter Apologize, he lost all face of the undead..." Another undead echoed.

"Yes... yes... we undead have become the weakest existence on the main plane, anyone can bully us, even the evil alliance looks down on us..."

"To be honest, I really want to see Lord Saruman, the dread demon king of the Plague Legion, lead his army back and hang this incompetent king..." At this time, an undead citizen said angrily.

"shh-"

When everyone was discussing happily, an older undead stopped them. He looked around vigilantly and whispered, "You guys are dying? Be careful what you say, there are many people watching around , if it reaches the ears of His Majesty Fismer, hehe... I don't think ten of you can keep your heads..."

When everyone heard this, fear appeared in their eyes, and they fell silent immediately. Everyone quietly watched the military parade that they had watched countless times. After a while, a ghost suddenly shouted, "Look ... His Majesty the God Emperor has come out..."

At this moment, a hunchbacked figure appeared on the high imperial palace pavilion. He was covered with white hair, dressed in a black robe, and his skinny figure was wearing a pure gold crown. This is the God of Calamity—Fez Mai, the supreme leader of the Scourge, saw him walking over with smooth steps and appearing in the grand ceremony of the soldiers.

"It's time for us to cheer..."

An undead smiled wryly and said that this was the only role they could play in the boring military parade they were forcibly drawn into.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor..."

"Long live..."

Fismer stood on the high platform with an expressionless face and stared down blankly. His body had been hollowed out by excessive drinking and lust. He waved his arms weakly, responding to the voices of tens of thousands of undead subjects below— Although he didn't know how much the voices of his subjects below were sincere, he didn't care.

What Fismer cared about was his power, and what he cared about was his status as the successor of the Scourge. When he heard that another successor of the Scourge had appeared, it undoubtedly stirred his sensitive nerves.

The commander-in-chief of the Scourge Legion, Tito, stood beside the Scourge Emperor Fesmarck. He was wearing a military uniform and was fully armed. The medal on his shoulder was engraved with the logo of a skull. His not tall figure was straight and his expression was full of majesty. It was in stark contrast to Emperor Fismer, who was always uninspired by his side.

"Don't you think about it again? My dear Commander-in-Chief... Does a scepter of natural disasters make you feel so important?" Emperor Fismeck waved his hands to the cheering undead subjects below, without turning his head Said to Tito, "As long as you nod, all the honors are still yours!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the God Emperor. I think I've made it very clear. I won't do anything to the owner of the Scourge Scepter..." Tito shook his head and said calmly and firmly.

"Then you know, this to me... is a kind of betrayal... I will execute you..."

Fismer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around suddenly, staring at Tito with gloomy eyes, with murderous intent flickering in his eyes, "Even if you are the person I trust the most, I have to do this... "

"This is your right... Your Majesty the Emperor..." Tito's face was always calm, without a trace of fear. "But before that, allow me to go home and say goodbye to my family..."

Fismer stared at Tito for a long time, and then slowly withdrew his gaze. He is a sensitive and suspicious person. Even the most trusted Tito would not allow him to come within ten steps of him. Tito can stand side by side Standing side by side with him, that's because - he surrendered his godhead, at this moment, he has no power, just like an ordinary undead, no, it should be said that he is not as good as an ordinary undead, even the acolyte of the undead is better than him powerful.

Once he surrendered his godhead, he would no longer be able to possess any power, and his lifespan, because of the loss of power, became like an ordinary undead.

Fismer knew that it was useless to threaten Tito with death. Since he surrendered his godhead, he was no longer a god, and was destined to end in death. What Fismer valued was Tito's prestige in the legion .

"Boom... Boom..."

At this moment, there was a huge roar in the main street of Icecrown Castle, and a delicate figure was surrounded by heavily armed death knights, walking quickly, their heavy iron hooves stepped on the ground neatly, and the whole street was shaken. There was a slight vibration.

At this time, the cheers of the undead subjects reached a climax.

"Adele... Adele..."

At this moment, Adele was walking slowly on the death horse. Her steps were not fast, but each step was firm and powerful. The aura on her body was completely different from before. Come, let everyone present feel suffocated.

Adele inherited Tito's divinity, and she is already a god at this moment.

"Adele... Adele..."

Adele didn't respond to the crowd's cheers. She walked slowly with a stern expression. The powerful death power spread out, and some small voices entered her ears.

"Adele, who is this guy?"

"I don't know, the soldiers told us to shout that..."

"I only know that she is a student of the Scourge Royal Military Academy, and Tito is her mentor!"

"Oh my god, is His Majesty the God Emperor crazy? You actually let a young undead student be the commander-in-chief and replace Lord Tito?"

"It is said that it was personally recommended by Master Tito..."

"This is too outrageous!"

Hearing these words, Adele could only smile wryly. Those people were right. Before today, she was just a student of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge, and a small head of the Thirteenth Death Knights. This was promoted by Teacher Tito in an exceptional way. Not to mention the ordinary subjects, even in the army going out, there are many generals who don't know who she is.

All of these are arranged by the teacher...

Quietly sensing the power of the godhead coming from the depths of her soul, Adele couldn't be happy anyway, because she knew that the mentor let her inherit the godhead, but the price was his life.

Adele knew some rumors about the feud between His Majesty the Emperor Fismer and Instructor Tito, so before accepting this task, Adele repeatedly asked the Emperor Fesmarck to ensure the safety of Instructor Tito—at least in the within his limited life.

His Majesty the Emperor agreed, and Adele appeared in the square of the Pavilion Ceremony as the Commander-in-Chief.

Fismer's heart was full of murderous intent, but he didn't. His promise to Adele included this item. This female death knight with a godhead was much more difficult to deal with than Tito, who had been loyal to him all his life. Fismer didn't He knew what Tito meant, but he had the confidence to turn an ordinary Scourge Royal Military Academy student into a new Tito.

Stronger and more loyal than Tito.

Adele walked to the center of the parade square, jumped off the horse, took off the helmet, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

At this time, the entire parade square fell silent, and countless eyes were fixed on the tall figure in the center of the square.

Adele took a step forward with a sacred and solemn face. She knelt down on one knee facing the Calamity God Emperor on the high platform, and her low voice was transmitted far through the divine power of death.

"I... Death Knight Adele, I swear in the name of the knight, I am loyal to His Majesty Fesmeg, the God of Calamity I have revered all my life, and I will abide by my heart. I will have no regrets in my life! If you violate this oath, may the long sword in my hand abandon me soul, exiled forever in the Fall..."

"I accept your allegiance... Your Highness Adele, I wish you a brilliant victory in this battle..." Emperor Fismer said slowly.

At this moment, Adele raised her head, her gaze slowly swept across God Emperor Fesmarck, and then fixed on Mentor Tito beside him. She took a deep breath and raised her voice at the same time.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor..."

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor..."

In an instant, all the undead were infected by Adele's enthusiasm, and cheered spontaneously, and the sound swept through the entire Icecrown Castle like a wave.

"Do you think Adele's abilities are up to the task?" Fissmarck said to Tito as he greeted his subjects with a false smile and gently waving arms.

"I don't doubt her strength and loyalty, but I doubt her ability. If it wasn't for your full recommendation, I would never consider it. She is too young..."

"Adele is a military genius, there is no doubt about it..." Tito looked at Adele with a knowing smile on his face. Believe...she can solve this problem...”

Fismer didn't speak, and his eyes looked down, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Adele rode on the death horse. At this moment, her eyes were no longer confused or hesitant, and she suddenly pulled the rein.

"Set off… "

The army of millions of undead marched through the gate of Icecrown Castle and headed straight to the north. A civil war among the undead slowly kicked off, and the shadow of the civil war once again shrouded the entire undead main plane. , Whether it is a loss or a win, this is not a happy thing for the undead...