War is Death's best tool.
It always takes away thousands of souls easily.
The sky is gloomy, and the sky and the earth are dark. Only the occasional flash of lightning can make the world briefly bright.
On a steep mountain road, heavy rain washed away the scorching heat brought by the scorching sun in the previous few days.
In the heavy rain, a group of human soldiers are gathering into a battle formation to fight against their enemies.
Fierce battle cries mingled with the sound of swords falling from shields.
This piercing sound is meant to instill fear in an enemy that has none.
Despite the shouting, the beating of drums, and the stamping of feet, there was no sound of any clanging of steel.
This battle is no ordinary battle.
It is a war between the living and the dead.
Swords slashed at the dead man's arms in the pouring rain.
The occasional black blood that flowed out was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.
The dead, in tattered clothes and broken bodies, scratched at the soldiers.
The dead stumbled forward under the power of witchcraft, slowly but powerfully.
The soldiers, already exhausted and numb, stumbled back under their attacks, trying desperately to avoid their outstretched arms and suffocating embraces.
The foul smell mixed with the air and rushed into their nostrils, making their stomachs churn.
They tried to chop off the hands and feet of the dead and smash their heads.
The soldiers fought with all their might, knocking down wave after wave of dead bodies that came pouring in.
But they seem to have no end and keep coming.
No fear.
The bodies with broken limbs were still squirming, trying to use their teeth to bite the soldiers.
"Hold on, brothers." The tall Fisher used his arm shield to slam a zombie away.
It was a woman, her rotting body wearing a dress that had become strips of cloth.
Half of her face had been eaten clean by maggots.
The other half of the face became dry and emitted a foul odor.
The eye was rotten.
The white eyeballs swayed back and forth in their sockets.
Fisher thrust the dagger in his hand into the opponent's head. When he pulled it out, a stream of foul-smelling brain matter came out, and then he pushed the opponent back suddenly.
The body, unable to support itself, fell into the tide of corpses.
But the woman was still alive.
She was still trying to reach out her hands to scratch the soldiers, to pull their feet.
The number of zombies is overwhelming.
The dead are hard to kill.
Count Vlad's army needed no logistics, no weapons.
They know no fatigue.
Difficult to kill completely.
More importantly, their arrival will also bring some negative things, such as cold air and dark clouds covering the sky, which will increase the physical consumption of the soldiers.
Soldiers can knock those dead down many times.
The dead only needed to knock down the soldier once.
Whenever a soldier fell, the dead would swarm over him, tearing at his struggling flesh with their claws and mouths until they were transformed into one of the undead.
Fisher and others fought and retreated at the same time.
Their strength was exhausted, but they had no way to avoid it.
The surviving inhabitants of Middenheim are heading towards the nearest town.
Once these dead bodies passed through their defense lines and caught up with the helpless refugees, a massacre would undoubtedly occur.
They had to buy enough time for those fleeing.
The fallen soldiers uttered desperate cries.
They were dragged into the tide of zombies, and their shrill screams drowned out the sound of their flesh being torn apart.
Fisher felt a sense of despair.
The endless dead will eventually overwhelm everything.
The fatigue on the soldier's face was evident.
The freezing rainstorm was steadily taking away their body heat.
The undead don't need rest, but they do.
Every soldier longed for a short rest, to change his wet clothes and warm himself by the fire.
Some soldiers' lips had turned purple from the cold, and their arms wielding weapons had lost feeling, as if they no longer belonged to them.
"You have to leave here, sir." Adjutant Karas said, "This place is no longer safe. You have to take some people away from here and head to Baihe Town."
"So what do you do?" Fisher asked.
"Some people have to stay behind to stop these dead men, otherwise no one can leave." Karas shouted, he was panting and it was obvious that his strength was almost exhausted.
"I can't just walk away like this," Fisher said. "We swore to live and die together."
"It's a blessing to be your brother, Fisher. But you have more important things to do. Middenheim has fallen, and you have to take those living people away from here. Let them live and don't let them fall into Vlad's hands." Karas patted Fisher's cold shoulder and said, "Let's go. We can't save Middenheim, but at least we have to rescue those people."
Karas pushed Fisher and turned again to rush into the muddy battlefield.
He stabbed the zombie that was rushing towards him with his sword and then crashed into another staggering corpse.
Fisher clenched his fists, but he turned and walked away.
Some soldiers also left with Fisher.
The fall of Middenheim turned the city into hell.
Vlad did not rein in his Undead legions, allowing them to wreak havoc in Middenheim.
The vampires selected the virgins and regarded them as delicious food.
The fate of being chosen and not being chosen is equally tragic.
Those who are chosen will be used as food by vampires.
Those who are not selected will be thrown into the zombies and torn to pieces.
Fisher was an officer of the Middenheim city defense force. When he realized that something was wrong, he gathered the remaining soldiers and escaped with a group of survivors.
The undead army has been chasing them.
The sacrifice of his men bought some time, allowing Fisher to catch up with the refugees with the surviving soldiers.
Every survivor was extremely tired. They had been running around for several days without a moment's rest. Even their clothes were soaked. Their physical and mental strength had reached their limits.
But fate did not spare these poor people.
When they saw a town, they thought they could finally rest.
The undead pouring out of the town plunged them into despair.
Vlad's minions plundered Middenland, bringing back the dead from the beyond.
The town had apparently fallen and was under the control of Vlad's minions.
Fisher's eyes were fairly sharp.
He saw the nobles on the town walls who were wearing luxurious clothes and had pale faces. Behind them were wizards wearing black robes and holding scepters.
They were all Vlad's minions.
Vampires and necromancers.
The beast that betrayed humanity and turned to darkness.
The vampires smiled grimly.
They had been waiting for a long time just to taste the despair of this surviving team.
The dead let out a low roar, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and the air temperature began to drop, becoming increasingly cold.
A scream was heard.
Fisher looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman holding a baby screaming in fear and running away from where he was standing.
A moment later, Fisher saw a dead skeleton break through the soil and crawl out.
The appearance of the skeleton caused panic.
Some people tried to escape from both sides of the road.
The deceased also emerged from the jungle.
They are everywhere.
Fisher and his party were surrounded by the enemy.
"Everyone gather together, soldiers at the outermost, followed by men, women, and children." Fisher shouted, "Don't panic, unite, don't run around."
The exhausted soldiers raised their weapons and shields, gathered together, and formed a circular battle formation according to Fisher's orders, allowing men and women to enter.
The vampires gave each other a playful look.
They don't care about these human actions.
The more these ants struggle, the more excited they become.
I don't know if it was just for fun or some kind of perverted idea.
The deceased stopped when he was two meters away from the soldier.
The dense crowds of dead surrounded the survivors without launching any attack.
The outstretched rotten arms and low roars reveal their desire for the flesh and blood of the living.
Fisher saw familiar faces among the corpses.
His adjutant, Karas, and the brothers who were guarding their rear.
Their bodies had been torn to pieces, and their armor was stained with blood and flesh.
Fisher tried not to imagine how much pain they must have suffered before they died.
He suppressed his anger, tightly gripped the sword in his hand, and used every second of rest to recover from his fatigue as much as possible.
The vampires came over from the town with the necromancer.
They were very arrogant, just like they were entering a vegetable garden to pick vegetables.
"What a delicious meal." A vampire's voice came from the ranks of the dead, making the timid survivors cry even harder.
"I smelled deep despair and pessimism. This kind of blood tastes sweet and slightly bitter, but it leaves a lasting aftertaste."
"I love baby blood."
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The vampires commented on him as if he were food, which made the anger in Fisher's heart even more intense, like a suppressed volcano.
These damn beasts.
Even if he went to hell, he would take one of them with him.
The vampires sensed Fisher's anger and laughed.
They were not afraid of Fisher and even took pleasure in his anger.
Just as they were about to say something to mock this mortal who overestimated his own capabilities, a roar was heard from the sky.
This was followed by the sound of breaking air.
The strange sound made all the vampire nobles look surprised.
They looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Their keen eyesight allowed them to spot several suspended, flying metal objects.
"Is it a magical creation?"
"Which family's emblem is that double-headed eagle?"
The vampire nobles seemed somewhat familiar with those suspended metal creations.
Like a steam airship used by humans.
It just looks bigger, and there's no thick pipe emitting black smoke.
"Don't think that magic can defeat us." A vampire noble said contemptuously: "Wizards, take it down."
With the help of the winds of magic, alchemists can easily create floating airships.
The vampire nobles believed that those metal ships must be the creations of alchemy.
The necromancers who mastered dark magic raised their scepters, ready to release dark sorcery to bring it down.
Before they could make any move.
A mysterious object trailing flames shot out from the flying metal beast and landed in the tide of corpses.
The moment the mysterious object hit the ground, it exploded with power that surpassed that of high-level fire magic.
Flames shot up into the sky, and the powerful shock wave overturned the tide of corpses that was hundreds of meters long.
The zombies at the center of the explosion had been vaporized, and not even a single piece of their bodies remained intact.
The arrogance of the vampire nobles just now was all frozen on their faces.
The same went for the necromancers, who just held their staffs and forgot what they were supposed to do.
They stared in amazement at the rising flames and the zombies being blown away.
Such power is much more terrifying than those of the dwarves' artillery.
"How can it be so powerful!
"When a vampire noble spoke, his voice was trembling.
Vampires have life recovery abilities far beyond those of humans.
But in the explosion just now, no matter how strong the life recovery is, it may be useless and you will be killed instantly.
No one had time to answer the vampire noble who asked the question.
The ship was already docked above the survivors.
Several figures jumped down from above.
Along with the sharp sound of wind, the figures fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The zombies near their landing point were blown away by the huge impact force of falling at high speed.
Some were crushed to pieces.
A golden figure attracted Fisher's attention.
The whole body armor was emitting a glowing golden color, and even the head was buried inside the helmet.
He held a huge halberd in his hand, which was surrounded by blue arcs of electricity, crackling.
The falling metal giants were very tall and even more terrifying than any troll Fisher had ever seen.
The vampire nobles wanted to say something else.
It could be a threat, or it could be an attempt to reveal one's identity or to win over someone.
But the other party did not give them this opportunity.
The halberd in his hand swept across, instantly cutting the rows of zombies into two.
The halberd was extremely sharp and could cut through iron like mud.
The dead were cut into pieces like weeds.
The vampire nobles looked at the horrified massacre with expressions of horror.
Some smart vampires turned around and tried to escape.
But he was forced back by the golden giant's companions.
They were equally powerful, wielding weapons that flashed with arcs of electricity, cleaving the dead and vampires with ease.
These people showed unimaginable fighting power.
Vampires, necromancers, the dead were chopped and killed by them.
Fisher couldn't even keep up with their speed.
In just two or three minutes, the undead army that had driven them to near despair was completely chopped down.
Except for the kneeling vampire nobles and necromancers, all other enemies were killed.
The broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and there was not a single intact piece to be found.
There was one vampire noble foolish enough to challenge the other.
But it was split apart by a blow, and the magic inscribed sword in his hand was also cut off.
The whole process was neat and tidy, and looked as simple as crushing an ant.
The last crawling zombie had its head stomped on by the golden demon, and the battle was declared over.
Fisher froze in his place and swallowed.
The same was true for the other soldiers. They were no longer able to think and just stood there stupidly.
They were all shocked by the performance of those metal giants.
There were only three of those metal giants, but they slaughtered tens of thousands of undead.
Or in just two or three minutes.
This killing efficiency is faster than mowing the lawn.
The vampire noble who had just been commenting on the survivors as if they were food now knelt on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Those companions who dared to resist were hacked to death.
He was killed with one strike, and he couldn't even utter a scream.
Several necromancers kneeling on the ground looked at the three metal giants as if they had seen ghosts.
When did such a powerful character appear in the mortal world!
I'm afraid that even in the realm of gods, there is no one with such ferocious combat power.
"Thank you for your help." Fisher's voice was trembling a little, but he still stood up and thanked the other party immediately.
"Where are you from?" Valerian took off his helmet, revealing his flawless face, and communicated with the other party in fluent local language.
Fisher looked at Valerian and was stunned for a moment.
Compared to these nobles, the giant in front of him has a more noble temperament.
It is obvious that the other party's identity must be extraordinary.
"Middenheim," Fisher replied.
Valerian glanced at the group of survivors and asked tentatively, "Has that place been occupied? Has it been completely occupied by vampires?"
Fisher nodded.
"After the White Wolf Knights leader Jerick was transformed, many of the dead were awakened by Count Vlad's dark wizard and eventually broke through Middenheim. There shouldn't be many living people there. Are you going there?"
Valerian nodded. "We need that city. You can lead them forward. The town further away has not been destroyed by the undead."
Fisher looked at the three metal giants and thought of the terrifying Count Vlad, so he quickly advised: "You'd better not go to Middenheim. Vlad is protected by strange witchcraft and there is no way to kill him. If you go there, you will only lose your life in vain. Come with me and find a safe place to wait for reinforcements from other electors. Then, we can plan how to deal with those monsters."
"Take care of them," Valerian said, and turned away.
Fisher watched as the metal giants carried away the vampires and necromancers.
A flash of light burst out from their bodies and they disappeared into the air.
The aircraft roaring in the sky also started to accelerate and left the area.
From arrival, start of war, to end.
The whole process only takes a few minutes, which is amazingly fast.
When the aircraft disappeared into the sky, Fisher and others felt as if they were in a dream, which was very unreal.
If it weren't for the scattered corpses nearby, he wouldn't have believed that what had just happened had actually happened.
"Who are they?" a soldier came up and asked.
"I don't know either." Fisher shook his head. "But I have a feeling that our chance of turning around may have come. They may really be able to recapture Middenheim."
"There are only three of them, how can they possibly fight against Vlad? That guy is immortal." The soldier next to him questioned.
Fisher looked in the direction of Middenheim, gritted his teeth, and looked at the veteran next to him, "You are responsible for taking them to the next town. I will go back to Middenheim to take a look. If they recapture it, we will also be the first to know the news."
"Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"
"No, I'm safer alone, and I can escape in time if I encounter those dead people."
After explaining those things, Fisher mounted his horse and prepared to return to Middenheim to take a look.
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Few people know Vlad's true origins.
Vlad was already active in this world when Nagash, the first and most powerful Necromancer, the master of all undead, the most powerful human wizard in history, and the God of Death, rose to power.
In ancient times, there existed several ancient kingdoms with a long history.
Vlad was a nobleman from a powerful country called Lenia at the time.
At that time, Nagash learned dark magic with his amazing talent and created an elixir of life that could bring eternal life.
With the help of the Elixir of Life, he gained the support of the nobles, seized the throne from his brother, and created the Nine Volumes of Nagash.
The Nine Volumes of Nagash are the supreme classics of the Undead system, which record various powerful undead spells and are also powerful magical tools.
In his desire to rule the world, Nagash used necromancy to wage war on other city-states, but was eventually defeated by the united nations and forced to flee.
In order to cover Nagash's escape, his loyal subordinate Arkhan was severely injured by the coalition forces and was secretly taken away by the king of the Kingdom of Lania to study the secret of immortality.
Neferata, the queen of Lenya, also longs for immortality and is secretly contacting Arkhan.
Neferata was a beautiful woman of her generation. Arkhan fell immediately in love with her. Not only did she hand over the elixir of life, but she also taught her the art of undead magic herself.
After a few interactions, the two of them became so passionate about each other that they ended up cuckolding the king of Lennia.
The frustrated King Lenya poisoned Neferata, and Arkhan used all means to resurrect her, making her the first vampire.
Later, Akhan killed King Lenya, but was also killed by the king's men.
Neferata, whose husband and lover were both killed, used the Elixir of Life to take control of the kingdom and transformed her closest followers into vampires.
Vlad was one of them.
Later, the Kingdom of Lainia was destroyed, and vampires such as Nirad fled to Nagash's territory and joined the opposing camp.
During this time, Vlad acquired his most important artifact.
A ring that allows infinite resurrection.
Vlad soon discovered the problem.
The ring of Nagash is a tool used to enslave vampires.
In order to get rid of the opponent's control, he chose to live in seclusion after Nagash was backstabbed by the Skaven, and found a way to remove the negative effects of the ring and retain the function of unlimited resurrection.
After his success, he changed his name again and wandered around the world, learning more dark magic.
His journey eventually ended in Sylvania.
There Vlad married his wife Insabella.
Inherited the old earl's title and territory.
He secretly transformed the nobles of the province of Sylvania into vampires and eliminated those opponents who were unwilling to be loyal to him.
When the time was right, he unleashed dark magic to awaken the dead in an attempt to seize greater power.
Vlad stood atop the tallest building in Middenheim, admiring his great masterpiece.
The former leader of the White Wolf Knights, Jerrick, stood beside him.
Except for those who serve the vampires and those who are still valuable, all other living people in the city are dead.
Vlad mercifully spared the Elector of Middenheim.
The other party knelt in front of him like a dog, begging for the right to live.
This scene made him feel very good.
Standing on a high place, Vlad narrowed his eyes slightly and felt the breeze.
How comfortable.
that power.
Supreme power.
Look down on all living beings and control their destiny.
Vlad raised his Wailing Sword, a strange light wrapped around it.
He began to chant an ancient, evil spell.
A strong wind blew from the sky and dark clouds covered everything, making the whole city gloomy.
Powerful dark magic gushed out from his body.
Lightning danced on the tip of his sword.
Soon, winding lightning appeared in the sky, crawling like snakes.
There were flashes of lightning and thunder, and countless dead bodies let out howls.
The earth began to shake.
Vlad's spell also reached its climax, and his voice was like a scream, sharp and piercing.
He drew strength from nature and all things growing around him, transformed it into his own magic, and infused it into the terrifying and strange runes.
The evil blade of the Wailing Sword emits the screams of the dead and releases a strong evil aura.
As the runes lit up one by one, Vlad suddenly thrust the Howling Sword into the ground.
The strange light extended in all directions with him as the center.
"Resuscitation," he yelled.
Flowers and plants wither and trees die.
Their life force was taken away and used to support Vlad's dark magic.
The dead of Middenheim staggered to their feet, and the ground trembled at the sickening touch of the undead.
The dead crawled out of their graves one by one.
Gathered together, they formed an endless army of the undead.
"The whole world will be in my hands." Vlad stretched out a hand and said intoxicatedly, "I will control the whole world with this legion."
Jerick looked at the countless undead souls and nodded.
Who can resist such a powerful army
Vlad's wife, Insabella, also smiled, her bloody fangs adding to her beauty.
Vlad's followers tried to flatter their lord.
A bolt of celestial fire fell from the sky, choking their compliments in the neck.
Flames hundreds of meters high shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark sky.
The whole world shook.
The building was shattered by the terrible shock wave.
Vlad and his men were blown away by the shock wave and fell heavily to the ground.
If it weren't for the vampire's powerful vitality, he would have died tragically on the spot.
Vlad climbed up and looked at his tattered clothes, the corners of which had been burnt.
The vampire lord's eyes showed confusion.
who I am
I was there
What should I do?
After a moment, he came back to his senses.
He climbed up a ruined tower and saw the current state of Middenheim.
The scene before him made it impossible for him to associate it with that glorious human city.
The entire city has been destroyed.
There were flames burning everywhere and thick smoke rising.
His countless undead legions struggled in the sea of fire and were burned to charcoal and ashes.
The ambition to conquer the world had just sprouted, but it was ruthlessly strangled.
Which god unleashed the wrath of God upon Middenheim
Vlad stood on the ruins, looking at Middenheim engulfed in flames, the expression on his face changing several times.
Just now, he was full of energy and ready to seize the entire empire and achieve his great cause.
Now his legion had been completely reduced to charcoal and ash by the explosion and flames.
In just a few minutes, Vlad experienced heaven and hell.
Vlad felt like fate was playing a joke on him.
When he was most proud, everything he had was wiped out in an instant.
Vlad raised the Howling Sword in his hand and looked towards the sky.
Who else can turn a city into ruins except the gods in the highest heaven!
He was just about to swear that he would spend the rest of his life taking revenge on the god who had fooled him.
But unexpectedly, I saw those metal creatures flying down from the sky.
Perhaps there is another reason behind Middenheim's destruction.
It was not the gods who did this, but those metal creatures.
Jerrick, Insabella crawled out of the ruins and walked to Vlad's side.
They were also in a miserable state, with many parts of their clothes burnt.
"What happened?" asked Vlad's wife, Insabella.
"I don't know." Vlad stared at the metal creations in the sky. They came quickly and finally stopped above Middenheim.
His strong sense of danger told him that the person coming was not a good person.
Before he could decide whether to evacuate or eliminate the opponent, dozens of flashes appeared.
Warriors wearing heavy armor walked out, holding huge swords.
One of the warriors holds a war hammer.
Vlad raised his eyelids at the sight.
The hammer head was bigger than his head.
If you hit your head, I'm afraid you won't be able to find a complete piece.
Vlad looked around and finally set his sights on the leading warrior who was holding a halberd and wearing golden armor.
"You are..." Vampire Count Vlad opened his mouth, wanting to ask who the other party was.
Before he could finish his question, the warrior in golden armor rushed up.
There was no intention of having any conversation with the Count.
After all, Vlad had fought for many years, and he saw the other party move.
He wanted to pick up his Howling Sword to block the opponent's attack.
Before Vlad could raise his sword, he felt as if he were flying.
The sky was still spinning, and I could even see my lower body standing in the ruins.
The opponent's speed was so fast that Vlad had no time to react and was cut in half.
Vampires such as Jerick and Yin Shabella screamed.
Valerian spun around, pierced the other vampire, and crushed it with the power field.
Other Primaris warriors also rushed forward and used the power swords in their hands to chop down the vampires to the ground.
Before Yin Shabella could react, her arm was chopped off.
The pain made her scream.
The other party showed no mercy and punched her in the abdomen, causing her scream to be stuck in her throat.
Yin Shabella's face turned from pale to blue and red. Even vampires can feel pain.
The gorgeous vampire fell to the ground and hunched over.
Jerick was pushed to the ground, and with a bang, the bricks on the ground shattered.
The whole head is embedded in it.
The other vampires were either killed or captured.
The von Carstein vampire family who captured Middenheim were controlled by Valerian and his men.
These vampires have a great advantage over ordinary people.
But in front of the Primaris and the Custodians, they were nothing.
The most time-consuming part of capturing Middenheim was not the fighting, but the traveling.
Valyrian was not thrilled with his capture of Middenheim.
He even doubted what he was doing!
As the Emperor's most brilliant creation, he fought against a group of ignorant guys on a world with only medieval technological level.
If such a thing were reported back to the Wanfu Group, it would certainly be laughed at by a few colleagues who were on good terms with it.
"The conditions in Middenheim are very good. We should build our outpost here." Valerian issued new orders, asking the mechanical priests to establish an imperial base in the ruins of Middenheim.
He had to speed up in order to complete the exploration mission required by the Empire and to be able to travel to the East as soon as possible to examine the fragments of the Emperor.
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The Empire has specialized technologies for imprisoning unnatural creatures such as witchcraft, psionics, and magic.
Vampires were created by Nagash's necromancy and the Elixir of Life.
Unnatural creatures.
The empire's special prison can be used just right.
"Who are you?" Yin Shabella screamed when she was thrown into the prison.
She couldn't accept what happened.
Just a moment ago, she was the vampire Countess who terrified the human civilized society.
Now, she is a miserable prisoner without an arm.
It was so abrupt, without any preparation or buffer.
No one answered Yin Shabella's question.
Those metal giants in helmets didn't care about them.
The dead Vlad was also thrown into the cage, as if they knew the Count's ability to resurrect.
In addition to them, there are several vampires and necromancers imprisoned there.
Yin Shabella tried to find out the identity of the enemy.
However, those unfortunate people who were captured before them were also not aware of this.
Those people just asked about their identities and the situation in Middenheim, and then ignored them.
They also don't know where those iron warriors came from and why they intervened in this war!
Unable to find the answer, Insabella could only stare at Vlad's remains and pray that her husband would be resurrected soon.
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Udi was shocked by what he saw.
As a result, he seemed absent-minded for the next few days.
The shock those iron warriors brought to him was too amazing.
The powerful undead army turned into ashes in just a few breaths.
Count Vlad, who made the other electors despair, became their prisoner.
The terrible vampire crisis was easily resolved.
It makes people feel like they are dreaming.
Udi was given a mission, which was to recruit those ordinary people and bring them to Middenheim.
This might be why those metal warriors were willing to take him with them.
There have to be enough ordinary people to do these little things.
The Elector of Middenheim was lucky enough to survive.
Of course, he was no longer the Elector, nor the ruler of Middenland.
After witnessing the entire Middenheim reduced to ruins and seeing the countless undead armies being destroyed in one blow, the Elector wisely chose to become an ordinary person.
That way at least you can survive.
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Fisher found several horses that were lost during the previous retreat and rushed to Middenheim day and night.
When the majestic fortress of Middenheim came into view, the overwhelming army of undead had disappeared.
The magnificent towers and fortresses had been reduced to charred ruins.
It’s hard to imagine what kind of war it had to go through to create this state.
The blasphemous blood emblem flag belonging to Count Vlad had also disappeared, replaced by a golden double-headed eagle flag.
Just like the emblems etched on the flying vehicles and the armor of the steel giants that Fisher saw along the way.
Fisher had a sense of anticipation for this result.
Those iron giants were amazing.
They don't look like mortal beings at all, but rather like murderous demons from mythology.
Taking Middenheim back from the vampires might not be too much trouble for them.
Fisher rode closer to Middenheim and got a better feel for the devastation wrought by the great battle.
Several sections of Middenheim's walls had collapsed, and most of the buildings inside were destroyed, with charred undead corpses everywhere.
The city is looking for people to clean up and rebuild.
Fisher thought that perhaps they should go and bring back the survivors.
They belong here.
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A rest stop somewhere in the alien universe tunnel.
Scarlet level alert, the rest stop has been blocked and all employees are not allowed to enter or leave without permission.
Scarlet level alert, the rest stop has been blocked and all employees are not allowed to enter or leave without permission.
Scarlet level alert, the rest stop has been blocked and all employees are not allowed to enter or leave without permission.
A loud and piercing alarm sounded.
The sound of mechanical pistons continued to ring, and the alloy door engraved with complex runes and electromagnetic patterns fell down, and the crackling sound of the force field being activated was heard.
The central control system closed different areas in turn and isolated employees to reduce casualties.
Just half an hour later, accompanied by the strong roar of the engine.
A row of white jump motorcycles came speeding out of the tunnel.
Their speed is beyond imagination.
With the help of many technologies such as space dimension and force field traction, these jet motorcycles are no longer simply flying, but are continuously and instantly leaping.
This is a huge burden for the driver, and only those elite warriors who have been carefully selected can control this motorcycle.
The motorcycles were parked outside a rest stop that triggered a scarlet alert.
The sounds of bolters being cocked and arcane weapons being activated continued.
They are the emergency team responsible for resolving unusual situations.
Chagatai jumped off his enlarged jump motorcycle and looked at the rest stop in front of him.
'"Call up all the surveillance data and see what type of demon it is." Chagatai said.
"My lord, it may not be a demon." The subordinate whispered, "It seems to be a strange object deep in the subspace. The relevant construction workers did not dispose of it according to the containment procedures and brought it back to the rest stop, triggering the scarlet-level alarm."
"Transfer the relevant videos to my personal database," Chagatai said, "build a data model and analyze the opponent's rules and characteristics."
ps: There will be another chapter in the evening, the word count is uncertain.