The lord of Afei City, Blake Qili, walked around her seat of power irritably. The few rationality in her brain was fading, replaced by endless anger.

Not only for the group of rebels who betrayed the eternal King Dom, the group of rebels who dared to use their dirty bodies to set foot on the territory of the empire.

There is also anger towards other city lords in the Necromancer Territory. Since those guys were defeated by Lord Charles of Death, the city lords with their own thoughts have not discussed feasible alternatives at all, not even under the banner of avenging the lord.

They just return to their own cities, strengthen their defenses, and then witness other cities being besieged and never send troops to help.

Everyone highlighted one [retreat and turn into it as fast as the wind], [outflank and outflank it as Xu Rulin], [looting benefits and aggression like fire], [friendly troops are in trouble and do not move like a mountain].

Blake Qili knew exactly what those guys were thinking. Charles, the Lord of Death, had died, and he hadn't established who would be his successor before he died. Since there were so many city lords who refused to obey anyone, it was naturally impossible to jointly elect one. A new boss comes out.

All the undead city lords are waiting, including Black Qili himself, waiting for the mad king Dom to appoint a death lord again, but the undead city lords guess that the eternal Dom king should be more Choose one directly from among the undead city lords to take over Charles' position.

Originally, Blake Qili waited well in the city of Affia. After all, her city was not bordered by the human coalition forces. If the opponent wanted to fight over, they would have to go through the defense lines of at least two or three cities. Blake Qili was even considering whether to wait until the other city lords were fighting with humans before entering the arena to harvest.

Of course, when it is determined that the human army is not seriously injured and can be harvested easily, and other city lords are besieged, she will only follow the regulations of "Friendly troops are in trouble like a mountain".

After all, everyone did this, and she didn't want to be a different kind, let alone do things that were not beneficial.

Unless sending troops to save those colleagues can make her a death lord.

Blake Qili waited so well, but when she got up early this morning, she found that her city was surrounded by a group of skeletons.

The siege towers, ramming vehicles, and trebuchets bombed repeatedly trying to break through the defense line. If it weren't for the tattered siege equipment, several of them would have been knocked down during the siege, and the city walls and gates would have been pierced.

But it won't last long, Blake Qili is well aware of the strength of the group of skeletons outside.

I must know that when Mo Cheng led the skeleton army wandering in the territory of the undead, they harvested crop after crop like leeks.

As for the Crazy Jin who was unconscious at that time, all of their high-level undead were not afraid.

The high-level undead, who should have lost the emotion of fear, were directly beaten out of ptsd by Mo Cheng and the skeleton army at that time.

Not to mention the follow-up information, which undead city lord does not know that the death lord Charles and his immediate legion were killed by the people who led the skeletons outside.

It might be a bit wrong to say that it is a [person], it should be said that it is a pure-blooded dragon.

The dragon's power that was forced out at that time almost frightened Blake Qili in the territory of the undead, and most of the fire in his soul was extinguished.

"Damn it, reinforcements, reinforcements?!"

"The group of guys can't see that the giant dragon outside wants to completely clean up the territory of the undead?"

"At this time, they don't send troops to support them. Are they going to be burned to ashes under the dragon's breath together with their own city?!"

Furious, impatient, and unconcealable anxiety.

Black Qili didn't know how many calls for help, and even tried magic communication, but they were rejected without exception.

Just like she had watched other cities burn, the undead city lords rejected her request for help.

They all had the same idea as Blake Qili had at the beginning, if there were casualties in the skeleton army, they would end up reaping the harvest.

But send troops to help Yafei City?

Helping it can't make yourself a death lord.

"Send me a message to Zildah, if it comes to support, I will support it as a death lord. We can make a vow!"

In desperation, Blake Qili could only give her final quotation, but before the magic communication was sent, there was a loud noise that shook the sky.

"Boom!"

A dragonman with a height of three meters held a long stick of holy light and walked slowly into the city lord's mansion. Behind him were all dead spirits who fell to the ground and burned with holy flames.

Those dead spirits have been deprived of the right to speak, and they can only accept the final purification in front of the most tyrannical power of the Holy Light.

At the same time, the entire city of Yafei is also burning, with purified holy flames everywhere, and panicked dead spirits everywhere.

There are silent torches everywhere.

"If there are still a hundred good people here, I will give up destroying this place."

"If there are still ten good people here, I will give up destroying this place."

"Even if there is a good person here, I will give up destroying this place."

"Unfortunately, there are no good people here, and they should be destroyed with holy flames."

Turning the "Bible" in his hand to the story of [Old Testament Genesis] about Gomorrah and Sodom, Mo Cheng slowly approached the Banshee Lord.

"Do you want to become a pillar of salt? Or be directly incinerated by the holy flame?"

No matter which banshee city lord does not want to choose, facing the approach of eternal death, she resists with all her strength without hesitation.

But resistance was futile. The banshee couldn't even open her mouth to chant a spell, so she was pierced through her brain by a long stick formed by the holy light.

"Who gave you the courage to chant the mantra at this distance?"

With a swing of the long stick, the banshee's head was chopped off, and the banshee's long hair was braided and tied around her waist.

At this time, Mo Cheng already had three heads around his waist.

All of them were chopped down with violence, and each one's eyes widened, and they died with regret.

From the fright left on their faces, it can be seen how frightened they were before they died completely.

Half a day later, Yafei City, like the two cities captured before, was gradually turned into ashes by the raging holy flames.

The Skeleton Legion is cleaning the battlefield, throwing the remaining limbs of the undead back into the city of Affi~lightnovelpub.net~ to add a firewood to Shengyan.

They are making sure that no Necromancer escapes death.

"Ah..." Looking at the siege equipment that was already tattered and absolutely unable to last until the next siege, Mo Cheng couldn't help but secretly slander the quality of these things.

But in fact, these siege equipment can support three cities in a row without any repairs in the middle, and they are absolutely solid in terms of quality.

It's just that no matter how strong it is, after three sieges, it will be scrapped.

"Go back and get more siege equipment and lay down more cities. I want to collect the heads of these high-level undead into the grand slam!"

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