When millions of alien troops thought that the human forces had retreated to the Iron Fortress, and therefore set up a siege circle closer to the Iron Fortress, a huge conspiracy was coming towards the entire alien army...
At midnight, after blowing up the passage at the bottom of the castle, 50,000 magicians went to the underground warehouse of the Iron Fortress to bring out hundreds of thousands of magician corpses dug out from the territory of Yann. After a ceremony, a large number of puppet mages were born... Then, those ghostly puppet mages began to summon the corpses that the retreating troops from various places had brought back according to my instructions...
When the demons and dragons found that the magic fluctuations in this area were abnormal, they were horrified to find that they were surrounded by the undead all around them... One hundred thousand necromancers with super magic and mental power (50,000 in the Iron Battle Fortress, and another 50,000 on the periphery of the alien army), millions of puppet mages, and tens of millions of undead warriors made the entire alien army chaotic.
Although the abilities of alien warriors were not comparable to those of ordinary human warriors, many people would calculate the strength of both sides based on the ratio between the undead warriors controlled by the beastman and the human warriors. However, many people forgot that the strength of the holy beast priests was not even one percent of that of human magicians.
There was no declaration, no communication. As soon as the demons discovered my sneak attack plan, my order for a decisive battle had already been issued to the entire battlefield.
Thus, before the vast majority of the alien races had time to react, countless synthetic bone dragons, undead knights, etc. swarmed in and submerged half of the alien camp in an instant.
Just one contact, just a dozen minutes, millions of weaker races lost their lives. Even their remaining corpses quickly became warriors in the hands of the undead wizards, and began to fearlessly rush towards the tribesmen who were just their comrades...
When the demons and dragons came to their senses and organized their armies to counterattack, they were horrified to find that magic, which had always been their main means of attack, was now extremely ineffective. The demon mages who used to be able to launch dozens of explosive balls at a time, now not only found that their magic release speed was more than twice as slow, but also that the magic power consumed by releasing magic seemed to have increased several times, as if the magic power needed to release magic was now completely drawn from their own bodies.
Because of this, hundreds of thousands of magicians who flew in the air to avoid the attacks of the undead, because they underestimated the duration of magic, fell into the pile of undead. Except for the dragons with strong physical strength, most of the ordinary magicians could not escape death.
This result was naturally the result of the magic-forbidden formation I found in the Valley of the Dead. Although when this formation was in effect, I and the 100,000 necromancers could not turn corpses into undead warriors, but due to the characteristics of this formation, I and other necromancers could still use our mental power to fully manipulate the undead that we had previously controlled.
After several hours of fighting, when the sky began to brighten, the entire battlefield underwent a huge change. Although the loss of millions of alien coalition troops was not very large in terms of personnel, even the dead aliens were all of relatively low individual combat effectiveness.
However, what hurt the demons and dragons the most was that not only were the magicians among the demons almost wiped out, but even many of the dragons whose physical strength was not strong enough also died at the hands of the undead.
However, looking at the entire undead army under human control, it did not suffer much damage at this time. The millions of undead destroyed by the alien army were only a small part of the tens of millions of undead army. If the fight continued at this ratio, the result would undoubtedly be the annihilation of the alien army, and the undead army and a hundred thousand undead wizards would at most be buried with them.
On the castle tower, I looked at the alien troops that had begun to scatter in the distance, and I felt a little excited. If the situation continues like this, then the final victory may still belong to me. The only thing that makes me feel uncomfortable is that I am now a necromancer. Although I can choose not to transform myself into a necromancer, the knowledge copied from the thousand-year-old wizard's brain shows that if I, the best necromancer, do not act as a guide, then I am afraid that what I can cultivate in the short term will only be some mediocre stuff.
"Order the magic-forbidden array to stop running for ten minutes, and have our mages collect their 'dolls' as quickly as possible. I hope everyone can cripple the main forces of the alien army as much as possible in this round, so that we can avoid implementing the next plan..." In order to replenish the military strength, I had to issue this order, but of course, after such a night of fighting, I think there are only a handful of mages who can survive. And even if there are mages who survived and seized this opportunity, I can believe that they can't play any tricks in these ten minutes.
But will things really develop as I expected? Of course, no matter how ideal the situation is, unexpected results are still frustrating...
Just as I was watching the number of 'friendly troops' outside the castle begin to explode again, a scene that frightened me and other humans suddenly appeared on the battlefield... I saw that the surviving demon mages, without exception, began to accumulate magic power, and formed human protective walls on their sides.
"Fuck, what are these demons trying to do? What's the point of accumulating magic power now? Come on, pass the order, tell the mages to gather the troops quickly, let them break those circles first, and then completely eliminate those variables. Also tell the mages who control the forbidden magic array to reduce the time of opening the magic blockade by another three minutes..."
"My Lord, look..." Before I finished speaking, something strange happened on the battlefield. Countless forbidden spells were brewing suddenly, and based on where they landed, it was actually the periphery of the entire battlefield.
"Damn..." I couldn't help but curse when I saw this. Although such an attack could not have much impact on the overall situation, it was the best way for them to make use of the waste. However, this was not a big problem. Although after such an attack, the number of mages I used to control the undead in the periphery would be greatly reduced, they could not affect the overall situation at all. Because after the undead mages were killed, although the undead that were originally controlled would lose their fighting power, as long as there was time and opportunity, I could still let other mages control those undead to achieve the effect of continuing the battle.
Suddenly, I found that my magic had no effect when I was summoning the undead from a distance. Could it be that the mages who controlled the forbidden magic array had opened the magic array early
"Fari, what's going on? Did you change the message from reducing the three minutes to opening the room for a total of three minutes?" For this situation, I could only assume that there was something wrong with the Magic Forbidden Array.
"Ignorant humans, do you think you are the only ones who can use this kind of divine formation handed down by the ancient gods? Although we cannot find your formation in a short time, nor can we destroy your divine formation in a short time. But wouldn't our great dragon race, blessed by God, not know how to use this kind of divine formation
"Ignorant humans! Look at the end of your depravity! Now on the entire battlefield, at least half of your undead troops are gone. Do you think you tiny bugs can still hold on?" With excitement and pride, a giant dragon emitting silver light was telling us while showing off his majestic body.
Listening to the arrogant reptile's shouting, watching the tug-of-war ahead, and the alien army starting to regroup, my heart sank. Up to now, the battle situation that should have been completely under my control has become unpredictable. According to my original plan, although I did not put all my hopes of defeating the alien coalition on the undead army, at least I should not be in the current situation. Although if I implement the second step of the plan now, the aliens still have no chance to break the game I set. However, now there is a situation in the whole plan that I find very difficult to accept, that is, I have no way out...
At the beginning of the plan, I prepared two combat steps and a retreat plan. If the first step of the undead combat cannot eliminate the alien race, I will attract the alien army to the 2-kilometer diameter area under the steel battle fortress. Afterwards, I will implement the second plan, which is to completely ignite all the oil, magic shells, magic scrolls, etc. that I have buried in this area, so that this area within a diameter of several kilometers will become a complete dead zone. At the same time, I and the mages who survived this war will use the help of those magicians and the super-large magic tower array in this castle to use teleportation magic to send us survivors out of this absolute dead zone.
But now, this retreat is blocked. Although we can close our own magic-forbidden array, we have no ability to break the opponent's magic-forbidden array. Looking at the hundreds of giant dragons hovering in the sky, I slapped my head in annoyance and regret.
What should I do? Looking at the army of undead that was almost retreating to the foot of the mountain, I really couldn't make up my mind. According to my observation, there are at least more than 4 million remaining aliens. If I don't completely wipe them out, then with the less than 2 million remaining human troops, I'm afraid our strength is not even 1/10 of the enemy's, because after this battle, the remaining troops of the enemy are basically the elites in the army, and ordinary humans can't defeat them at all.
If I launch this blasting order, then the area of several kilometers including the Iron Fortress will be completely destroyed, and no one will be spared. Even the powerful dragons, I guarantee that even if they don't die, they will at least be crippled by me. But in this case, what should I do? Did I come to this world with the sole intention of saving my life, but now God is playing a joke on me again
But now, if I don't give this order, I won't die in the trap I ordered. But soon, the foreign coalition forces that besieged the entire castle will be able to easily destroy me. And I don't know what kind of treatment I will suffer if I fall into the hands of the enemy, burning to death? Cut throat? Beheading? Or slow slicing? No, I absolutely don't want to be treated like this... At this moment, I really regret that I shouldn't have let Rick blow up the underground passage along the way during the retreat, otherwise, everything would be different... Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine on Earth, and the same is true here. I, the person involved, will be responsible for everything.
"Your Highness, it's too late. Why don't you take the remaining men and withdraw immediately, and let us handle this place? We can guarantee that as long as the enemy tries to escape or capture here, we will immediately implement the destruction plan..." Looking at the foreign coalition forces that had already attacked the bottom floor of the castle, several officers who had been waiting by my side anxiously lifted me up and tried to let me break out with the remaining troops.
"It's useless. We can't get out... If we get out, they will definitely chase us. Who knows how many fish will slip through the net by then!" In fact, I still have another worry that I haven't said out loud. That is, if I haven't gotten out of the range of the explosion, and those aliens have already rushed out of the control room, what should they do then? What else will they do? If they hesitate, I'm afraid all my efforts will be in vain.
While I was hesitating, I suddenly punched the controller... I'll die! Anyway, I'm tired of this world. I have to work hard every day for my life. All I've experienced is war and killing. Such a life is really not what I, a person who covets comfort, want to endure. Since God has brought me to this world, he has his plans. If he wants me to die, then I will die. But if he doesn't want me to die, then I will die just like I was struck by lightning when I was installing and debugging the medium-frequency electric furnace...
Strong explosions and burning began to erupt from several kilometers away, and all people and objects that could not escape along the way were killed without a complete body. Until the entire explosion continued in front of the castle, as far as I could see, the entire land was shrouded in a sea of fire. Even those dragons, except for those dragons that released the forbidden magic array in the air, the rest of the dragons that fell to the ground because they could not use magic, were inevitably howling and rolling in the sea of fire...
The explosions continued... In the command room, everyone's eyes were filled with fear and relieved smiles... Because we can guarantee that the whole world will belong to humans again, and those alien races will suffer endless wars from humans in the years to come until their race is completely wiped out...
After a flash of white light, just like when I was struck by lightning, I suddenly lost all consciousness...
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"Fuck, where did the **** send me this time?" Confused, I slightly opened my eyes, feeling the dazzling light piercing my eyes like needles. Before I could observe the surroundings, I cursed out loud. Because I found that I was not dead. When I opened my eyes just now, I saw the dazzling light that had always been so dazzling... That damn dazzling light that only stars can emit...
"Damn boy, were you knocked unconscious by the thunder? You woke up with a stinky mouth..."
God, after hearing this voice, I didn't know what to say. Isn't this voice the old man who has always been giving me a headache? Damn God... Dear God, after nearly ten years of suffering, was I blown back to earth by myself? With great excitement, I had no idea what the relatives around me were saying, but there was no doubt that they were all happy for me.
I don't know when, when everyone was tired, starting from the old man to the younger brother from my uncle's family, after several people figured out that I really came back to consciousness, they started a series of cell phone dialing sounds. They all excitedly passed the news of my awakening to their relatives and friends, which made me, who was still lying on the hospital bed, deeply moved.
After the doctor checked me over and over again, I finally had my first quiet moment since I came into this world. After announcing that I had basically recovered, the doctor began to expel relatives and friends from the ward on the grounds that the patient needed to rest. Even my mother, who had been with me all the time, left temporarily because she had to see off other relatives and friends. Only then did I have time to think about my own problems.
After looking at the calendar next to me, I roughly knew that I had been in a coma for at least more than a year, but I definitely did not survive for nearly ten years as I did in that world.
Is this a dream? Looking at my now whiter body, I can't help but doubt what happened to me. But why is all this so real
Before I knew it, a fireball as big as a fist suddenly appeared in front of me, and in my panic it plunged into the bed opposite me, causing the quilt to suddenly catch fire...
"Oh my god, Doc, there's a fire..."
(Full) (To be continued)