When the death lord appeared, no amount of words would be meaningful, and there was no possibility of talking between the human coalition forces and the men of the mad king Dom.

Margaret and Wendisa drew their swords, and attacked the death lord from the left and the right respectively. The similar long swords and the same swordsmanship were like two wolves attacking at the same time, biting and killing the death lord.

With the first blow, the two left deep marks on the death lord's heavy armor with their top speed and the sharpness of their weapons.

That is enough to break through the heavy armor defense and cause damage to the body.

The death lord didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't care about the wound on his body at all, and directly swung the long sword in his hand to fight back fiercely.

For the undead, a small tear on the body is not even an injury.

Margaret only felt that there were thousands of undead roaring, and the sky was also stagnant, and suddenly turned into an extremely dead silence that did not move at all.

In an instant, after the incomparable dead silence, the wind and clouds rose again, the scorching wind blowing the Bone Wasteland, the death clouds covering the sun, and the wailing of millions of uncountable dead spirits, together with the astonishing murderous aura surged.

More fierce, vicious, and domineering than all the enemies I have ever encountered, even the space is imprisoned by it. The long sword of the death lord is like the guillotine falling, irresistible, irresistible!

Margarita immediately turned into a gust of wind, trying to pass through the gaps of the thousands of howling undead, but was restrained by those undead stretched out their hands, and the howling dead tried to drag the living people in front of them into **** the deepest part.

Windisa turned her sword and immediately wanted to use her sword to support her, but she was slammed into the air by a thick proboscis. As the death lord's mount, its role is definitely not just to carry its master around.

When necessary, the huge size of the death elephant is a terrifying weapon of war.

The majestic force knocked Wendisha into the air like a golf ball, and her body was directly embedded in the wall of Fort Cotton. Blood dripped from Wendisa's mouth and nose.

The powerful volley of the giant war elephant directly injured Wendisa's internal organs.

On the other side, the unavoidable Margarita's horizontal sword resisted a blow from the death lord. When the two long swords collided, a storm rolled up on the sword, which couldn't help offsetting the continuous pressure.

The opponent suppressed her in strength!

Realizing this, Margaret bent her legs, unloaded the long sword to the side, and at the same time raised the blade from bottom to top, and at the same time, the blade was condensed with a high-speed rotating storm.

But the Death Lord just reached out his left hand, grabbed the blade, and crushed the storm above at the same time.

It was like waving away an insignificant breeze.

"The blade of the storm? Good idea, but the blade is not sharp enough!"

The storm attached to the blade destroyed most of the heavy armor on the death lord's left arm, but the arm full of deformed flesh made Margaret feel dizzy and nauseated.

Not a psychological smog, but some kind of unknown mental attack.

"Die!"

The long sword in the hands of the death lord raised again. Even if Margaret was determined and could recover quickly after suffering a mental attack, the blade had already reached her at this moment.

finished?

At the last moment of her life, Margaret unexpectedly did not have any emotional fluctuations, but an idea popped up in her mind.

"It's a pity that I haven't finished reading Aunt Wendisha's book, and I haven't had time to talk to Mo..."

Suddenly, the wind blew, and the death lord was startled, "What?!"

A tyrannical consciousness suddenly penetrated the entire battlefield, and in a short moment, in the perception of the death lord, Margaret actually [disappeared].

This is absolutely impossible. Necromancers do not need to use the five senses such as eyes to lock on to each other. The unique soul vision of Necromancers is the nemesis of many stalkers and other professions.

But why did the opponent have that ability, breaking free from his imprisonment, and at the same time escaped from the fatal blow?

And at this moment, the death lord saw it even more.

what is that?

Can't understand, can't understand.

The powerful life wailed dying, and the ancient existence was marching towards death...

It was a more thorough destruction than death, and the dead spirits trembled in front of it.

Trembling, something that the undead should not have, was actually aroused by the aura of the person at this moment, as it was when he was alive.

"It seems like every time I find you, you're in trouble."

Mo Cheng took Margaret out of the range of the death lord's sword. I don't know if it was an illusion. The two dungeons seemed to start with the other party in trouble.

The last time I was besieged because I was protecting a group of civilians who had no combat effectiveness, this time...

Mo Cheng carefully looked at the death lord in front of him, and he knew that the guy in front of him was a tough guy just by feeling.

And the legion of the dead.

"Let the people here shrink their defenses, and reinforcements will arrive later, don't die before that."

Mo Cheng pointed to the death lord in front of him, and said, "Leave this guy to me, and you go to support other places."

Knowing that being in a battle of this level will only distract Mo Cheng, not only can't help but also cause chaos, Margaret nodded, "You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, I still have some experience in fighting."

Without another word, Margaret immediately left to support other places.

After Margaret left, Mo Cheng and the Lord of Death looked at each other silently. The two seemed to want to communicate, but they had nothing to say.

Both parties have already understood the other's strategy. Mo Cheng used his powerful mobility to frantically attack the undead in the territory of the undead. Even if he besieged once, he could start all over again.

If this continues, the territory of the undead will only be involved in the **** quagmire of endless war.

So the death lord made a decision to gather the main force to attack the human coalition ~lightnovelpub.net~ to expand the territory of the undead, and at the same time use death to replenish more undead.

And this move is still a test, to test whether Mo Cheng is determined to make trouble in the territory, or whether he can't see the human defense line being breached.

Mo Cheng bets that the Lord of Death will not give up his territory, and the Lord of Death bets that Mo Cheng will not sit back and watch the human defenses be breached. Even if Mo Cheng really ignores the fact that the human defenses are breached, then he can still create more undead through death , returned to the territory and continued to besiege and kill Mo Cheng.

There is no doubt that this gamble is the death lord's victory.

only…

The tyrannical holy light exploded in the void, and the terrifying holy energy burned all the undead within a hundred meters with holy flames, and the power to exterminate everything achieved a complete [purification]!

Immediately after the air exploded, in the eyes of the death lord, a fist was getting bigger and bigger until it filled his entire field of vision.

The death lord needs to be alive to bring these undead back to the territory in order to be considered a victory.

Since Mo Cheng failed to win, he would not let the death lord not lose.

It doesn't matter if I win or not.

The important thing is, you have to lose!

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