Under the urging of the undead spell, each of the great nobles led their loyal knights and warriors who fought bravely in their lifetimes, forming a neat team, wearing full sets of armor, and riding their own mounts. , walked out of the family mausoleum in a mighty manner. wWw、QuanBen-XiaoShuo、Com
Someone once ridiculed that the fertility of the nobles of the Western Continent was comparable to that of the cavemen of the abyss. The person who said this was sent to the gallows the next day, but this vulgar proverb has been passed down and has become more and more popular.
The nobles of the Western Continent are indeed very capable in giving birth to children, so a large number of family ancestors are buried in the family tombs of every great noble. Especially for those ancient nobles who have been passed down from the Dark Calendar era to this day, the coffins of the family elders at the bottom of their family tombs are piled on top of each other to form a hill.
Therefore, there are hundreds of thousands of nobles and knights and warriors under the nobles coming out of each tomb, and the ancestral tombs of the royal family of the Gallic Empire and several family tombs of hereditary princes, grand dukes, etc., have many undead souls coming out. They have reached the terrifying scale of one million!
Lin Qi stood in the clouds, looking at this mighty undead army like a torrent with wide eyes and horror!
"Oh, the nobles of the Western Continent, their filial piety is commendable. Look at these nobles who have been dead for who knows how many years. The flags and various flags they used during their lifetimes have been completely preserved. It's really, really incredible. Come on!" Lin Qi sighed sincerely, because these undead people had already raised colorful and well-preserved military flags and family flags. The gorgeous flags and the exquisite and brilliant family coat of arms on the flags really amazed Lin Qi.
Compared to the ancestral graves of these nobles, the undead warriors who came out of the graves of common people were a bit pitiful. As for common people, families such as wealthy businessmen and gentry can still build strong tombs, and the corpses of their ancestors are still relatively well preserved. But when ordinary civilians are buried, they just dig a hole in the ground and throw a thin wooden coffin into it, and everything is done.
Because of heavy rains, floods, earthquakes, and even wanton destruction by tomb robbers and urchins. All kinds of natural disasters destroyed the country. The preservation of the corpses of these civilians can be imagined. Under the powerful inspiration of the necromancers, only a large number of mutilated skeleton soldiers stood out from the graves of these civilians! Moreover, they didn't even have the most common weapons in their hands. They walked slowly and slowly with bare hands, gathered into a sea of gray-white bones, and staggered toward the necromancers.
"Fortunately, our weapons production is good!" Lin Qi laughed easily.
Those necromancers began to take out a large number of swords, bows and arrows and other weapons from the space rings they carried with them. These weapons are made of iron. It can only be regarded as a relatively sharp weapon, and even the simplest runes are not attached to it.
But for those skeleton soldiers, this is already a very good weapon. No one expects these simplest skeleton soldiers to have much combat effectiveness. Their value lies in the terrifying human sea tactics. They only need to rush into the enemy's position in one shot, and after countless skeleton soldiers are beaten to pieces. If a skeleton soldier can slash the enemy with a knife, that would be a great victory.
Countless abyssal dwarves in several abyssal worlds, including the Longshan Empire's craftsmen's workshops, have been constantly grabbing the weapons that these skeleton soldiers have forged in large quantities these days. Some lucky skeleton soldiers even got a set of thin iron armor. They put on the armor, picked up weapons, and formed a neat team under the control of the necromancers, as if they had the posture of a regular army.
A mere half a million necromancers formed an army in just one hour. The size of the legion has expanded hundreds of times! Each necromancer easily controls large groups of undead subordinates. They hollowed out all the nearby tombs and formed an army hundreds of miles wide. The terrifying sea of undead that was unknown how long it was marched toward the northwest of the Gallic Empire.
Wherever this terrifying undead army passed, the undead in countless tombs jumped up and joined the army silently. After only marching for one day and one night, the size of this undead army had expanded a thousand times!
Mr. Mo stood next to Lin Qi and swallowed hard: "The sight of hundreds of millions of undead marching is so, so shocking!"
Mr. Rao Shimo is well-informed, and he has only witnessed a million legion-level march at most. And after these necromancers expanded their legions a thousand times, there were now more than 500 million undead walking forward in a mighty manner. Within a thousand miles, except for the inhabited villages, towns and cities, all other places are occupied by the undead.
There are undead in the fields, undead in the valleys, undead in the rivers, and undead on the hills. The gray-white sea of undead carries a terrifying aura that makes people despair, and slowly and steadily flows towards Norman in the northwest of the Western Continent. Battle Fortress—This solid line of defense between humans and aliens on the Western Continent.
The Gallic Empire has received reports of a huge number of undead on its land, but there is nothing the Gallic Empire can do about it!
Dozens of imperial troops of varying sizes once bravely launched an attack on these undead, but when the leading generals were horrified to find that the high-level undead standing in front of them were wearing the armor of their ancestors, carrying their ancestors on their shoulders. When his banner was exactly the same as his ancestors, dozens of Gallic imperial troops collapsed almost instantly.
The generals cried and screamed, dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, fleeing to the nearest temple to pray devoutly to the gods. Without the restraint of the generals, ordinary soldiers naturally no longer have any fighting ability. They can run faster and more thoroughly than those generals.
High in the sky, the Eye of the Void slowly emerged, and a looming figure appeared in the Eye of the Void. A low sigh came from afar: "You should really listen to the Lord of Punishment. His words are correct! We really did it a long, long time ago. The Western Continent has forcibly implemented the cremation policy. Why did we care about the opinions of those undead gods at that time? Aren't they all completely dead now?"
The sighs of the gods could not help the Gallic Empire, which was in absolute panic. The huge undead army came to the back of the Norman battle fort, and at the same time launched a comprehensive attack on the entire Norman battle fort on the thousands of miles of defense line.
Facing the undead army attacking from behind, dozens of church temple knights quickly gathered. They shouted the war cry of their own gods and launched an attack on this undead army whose scale could only be described as 'terrible and desperate'. A fearless impact.
But what greets these heroic temple knights is the super-divine forbidden curse 'Disaster of the Undead? Nightmare Sky' jointly launched by half a million necromancers, the weakest of whom have reached the peak level of Saint Masters! A thick black cloud rose into the sky, accompanied by biting cold air and strange screams. A layer of dark clouds covered the entire Norman battle fort.
In the nightmare sky, the combat effectiveness of all creatures has been reduced by half, and the vision of all creatures has been suppressed to the limit. Moreover, the low temperature and the invasion of the undead breath will cause all normal creatures to quickly lose body temperature and mobility. The undead creatures will receive more than double the combat power in this nightmare sky. Even the most ordinary and weakest skeleton soldier will have the combat power equivalent to an elite warrior.
The undead like a tide swarmed towards those temple knights who were in negative states such as fear, anxiety, confusion, numbness, etc. They waved the crude weapons in their hands, accurately tore the necks of these temple knights, and harvested them as fast as possible. their lives.
The temple knights who died in battle only lay on the ground for less than a few seconds before their bodies twitched violently and squirmed, and they slowly stood up again. The plasma on their bodies cooled quickly and turned into black-red viscous liquid that filled their bodies. Their physical strength became several times more powerful than before their death. They grabbed the weapons in their hands and attacked their former companions. launched a ruthless attack.
The number of Temple Knights decreased as they fought, while the number of Undead increased. When the first wall of the Norman Battle Fortress was overwhelmed by the undead, there were already nearly a million zombie warriors wearing Temple Knights armor among the undead's vanguard, who were a hundred times more powerful than ordinary undead.
There were no cries or howls on the cruel battlefield. The weapons of the undead were inflicted with terrible toxin damage by the necromancers. Even a small wound caused by these weapons would quickly transform the temple knights into undead. The powerful nightmare sky blocked the connection between the inside and outside. The prayers of the temple knights to the gods were completely absorbed by this thick nightmare sky, and not a single prayer could reach the ears of the gods.
One after another tyrannical wills appeared in the sky, and many gods of the Achael Clan screamed almost hysterically.
Their followers are being brutally slaughtered, but the gods cannot help their followers. Of course, it is also a good thing that believers are killed. After all, only with constant fighting and constant death will there be more souls of believers for the gods to enjoy.
What makes the gods angry is that the people fighting against their believers are actually a group of undead! According to some secret contracts signed by the gods, the souls of believers killed by the undead will belong to an unknown undead god; and the souls of the undead destroyed by their own believers have their soul fire filled with The negative, evil breath of the dead, this is waste that the gods cannot absorb!
There is only loss and no gain. This is something that no god can tolerate! (To be continued...)