Huh? Are they all real?

Literally, blood is flowing like a river.

The masked man raised his foot and took a few steps back.

When He looked up again.

In front of the nearest dwarf fortress, not only were the walls covered with huge cracks, but the corpses under the walls were piled up to the waist of the walls.

To be honest, He had seen many bigger battles.

He had seen many wars where the earth cracked, rivers dried up, mountains collapsed, and stars fell.

To him, what was happening in front of him was just a minor fight.

It was also one of the many reasons why many corpse desecrators sneered at the world here - it was a world with gods, airships, and all kinds of outrageous props, but the scenes and methods of fighting were as ignorant and backward as the Middle Ages.

However, it was the first time He had seen a dead person die like this.

After all, in the real wars He had experienced before, corpses were a rare thing.

At that time, only those who were very, very powerful in life could have the opportunity to leave their corpses behind with a little bit of luck.

For the rest, if he wants to leave the bodies behind, then this luck might be enough to support him until he becomes an angel.

So, at this time, He was also a little surprised.

The shock of a large group of corpses appearing alive in front of him is actually more shocking than the disappearance of a city or even a continent.

Because the latter no longer exists.

Invisible things can never give others enough cognition.

Even if the number of dead people is obviously much higher.

It's like if someone points to an empty space and tells you that there was just a town of tens of thousands of people here, but it evaporated in an instant.

Then you will definitely find it incredible and have no feelings, unless you see it evaporate and disappear with your own eyes.

But if no one tells you anything, and you just see a corpse pit with dozens of corpses buried, then you will definitely be shocked.

For Him, it feels similar at this moment.

It turns out that only a few people can pile up so high!

"Are you really not going to stop?"

The legion commander said without changing his expression:

"This is the greatest mercy, otherwise I would be a sinner."

He could let the soldiers rest and cease fire when attacking others.

But he couldn't attack the dwarves. They are a craftsman race that has been famous since ancient times, and there are seven hills full of various materials and craftsmen.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the dwarves can repair the city wall as long as they stop.

This even belittles the other party.

Because in such a fierce battle, he saw with his own eyes that the dwarves successfully repaired the critical parts of the fortress.

The masked man nodded.

He doesn't care about the life and death of this group of people, he just wants to delay time a little longer.

Because his sequence one ceremony requires this.

The ritual of the prophet sequence two is to cause a huge turmoil by his own prophecy.

And the promotion ceremony of the prophet sequence one is to fill a vast land with death and despair without borrowing prophecy, only using his own mouth.

The seven hills are definitely enough as a vast land, and then according to their way of death, the full death in the end is definitely enough.

However, He was a little worried that this group of people would fight too fast, so that despair would not catch up.

After all, these poor people who were completely trapped in the charm had no despair.

They were even less useful than the lost ones. Although the lost ones would not be desperate, at least they could bring despair to others.

So He hoped that the time would be longer, so that the dwarves in the city would slowly change from high morale to despair of waiting to die.

It would be best if the siege lasted for three to five years.

In this way, he could accumulate enough despair.

Only then could he have enough power to deal with that woman.

It was ridiculous to say that they were the closest sequence to the Lord of Prophecy, but their promotion ceremony was to abandon the prophecy and only use their own words to promote and obtain everything.

What was this?

The last advice left by Yuanchu before the other party became a god - don't rely on the prophecy?

He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

But this wouldn't work.

If the dwarves didn't work harder, would he have to help them?

He thought about it slowly.

——

And in the faraway place, in the pure white temple.

The originally pitch-black pillars were now infinitely close to pure white, but the dark spot in the center of the pillars still stood stubbornly.

A hand with soft light in white reached out to the two potions in front of the pillars.

After a brief hesitation, the hand only took away the sequence one potion.

And did not take away the sequence four characteristics to complete it.

——

In the palace of King Turin in the Seven Hills.

The dwarf elders were sweating as they maintained a giant silver tree in front of them.

The giant tree was about thirteen meters high, with thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three forked branches.

But at this time, countless small branches composed of snow-white light were separated from the thirty thousand forked branches.

At the end of each of them, a thin long silk thread was thrown out and disappeared in mid-air.

From a distance, the entire palace was almost illuminated by this giant silver tree.

This is the ritual of the Sealed Artifact 1-006.

It is one of the treasures left by King Turin.

It has repeatedly played a miraculous role in fighting against the Lost.

Because its only and greatest function is to bind the lives of the Linkers together.

Most of the damage suffered by the linkers will be borne together.

As long as the number of links is sufficient, the mortality rate can be reduced to the limit.

Therefore, in the fierce battles during the day, dwarves rarely died in battle.

This is the best way to avoid increasing the number of opponents when fighting against the Lost.

But the consumption of maintaining the sacrificial ceremony is also amazing.

In other words, the madness of the opponent is a little beyond their expectations.

In just one day, the ashes left by King Turin to start the sacrificial ceremony were completely consumed.

Now it can be maintained continuously, entirely relying on the dwarf elders to urgently mobilize all the furnaces in the Seven Hills to continuously refine the ashes.

A dwarf elder wiped his sweat and said to Moen beside him:

"Friend, their offensive is too exaggerated. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until tomorrow morning and will have to give up the outer fortress."

Moen nodded and said:

"They never stopped at all. It's beyond my expectation that they can hold on until now."

"So, have all the residents in the outer area moved in?"

The dwarf elder said:

"It will be completed in the evening, but the problem is that as the outer area falls, we have fewer furnaces for refining ash."

"We have stockpiled weapons and food, so we don't have to worry about them, but we can't do with ash. If we keep consuming like this, our ash will definitely run out."

Moen looked up at the sky and felt a little strange. He remembered that today was not a double moon day.

While carefully hiding himself under the eaves, Moen said to the dwarf elder:

"It doesn't matter. Just make sure that the capital can accommodate everyone."

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