My players are so fierce

Chapter 1527 1524. Ghost Rebirth·Night of Revenge

The temperature in the Holy Spirit Plain dropped sharply tonight, just like an invisible cold wind sweeping across this vicious wilderness, taking away a few strands of heat from the still active alien evils and conveying an ominous sign to them.

Unfortunately, the Chaos creatures walking in the filthy land could not understand this obscure warning.

Those strange things are still running on the burnt land, searching in vain for those lives that have never hidden here.

Chaos creatures may not need to eat in the subspace, just the filthy power of each wave of the Chaos Sea is enough to fill their stomachs, but they can't get the smelly Chaos Phantom Energy in the material world. No matter how twisted and weird they are, they have to follow some rules of physical creatures, such as eating.

In the absence of food or energy sources, these twisted abominations often take the form of hibernation to reduce physical consumption. Therefore, in the ruins of the destroyed and razed towns, most of them are low-level evil creatures that are naturally catalyzed by the pollution of chaos. Once a sweet unlucky person strays into this place, the dormant evil will soon wake up and start a massacre again.

But tonight is an exception.

Those abominations dormant in the filthy land seem to smell the fragrance of food. They wake up one after another from hibernation, move their weird bodies and crawl out of the nest. They use their keen perception to capture, but they can't find living life, but those dried and weathered skeletons

They are alive!

Resurrected from the corpse pits where the remains were discarded at random, crawled up from the burnt ashes, or lifted the soil from the mass grave.

Skeletons and zombies were marching, dragging their staggering and broken bodies, holding rough bone blades or simply waving their bone sticks, and under the call of some kind of power, they launched a clear attack on the nearest evil creatures.

Well, you can't expect the flesh-tearing ghosts and chaotic species to have much hygiene concept, and they will not gather those tragic dead together for cremation. They often discard the tasteless remains at will after tasting the fresh flesh and blood.

The more particular ones will dig a corpse pit outside the nest, and the unpretentious ones will simply throw them directly into the nest.

Such a bad habit caused extreme trouble tonight.

Those low-level evils catalyzed by nature are not very intelligent. They immediately fight back when attacked by the dead souls, and then they are pounced on by an astonishing number of corpses to tear and destroy them, just like what they did to these corpses in the past, but more brutally.

These skeletons seem to be burning with a fire called anger in their empty bodies. When they catch their target, they will do their best to splash the flames. They will never stop until they tear the enemy into pieces.

After the slaughter, the hideous bloody remains will return to the state of staggering, walking forward firmly in a funny but fearful posture, as if accumulating strength to complete the next attack.

The slow-moving zombies certainly cannot threaten the clever evils such as the Flesh Tearers or the Fallen Elves, but the Flesh Tearers can't run away!

The corpses were not awakened one after another. They were given cursed life almost at the same time. When the Flesh Tearers realized that it was not good and started to break out, the area they were in was surrounded by broken zombies on all sides.

Of course, they can use their powerful claws to tear apart any corpses that approach them, but as long as they are entangled for a second, more corpses will immediately pounce on them.

Just like stacking Arhats.

To kill a flesh-tearing ghost, it may take the attack of hundreds of crazy zombies, but this is not a big problem. After all, how many corpses are there in this filthy land where tragic things have happened? Even Hades himself can't count them.

1:100, or even 1:500 casualty ratio doesn't matter.

Hades can afford it!

Anyway, even if only the head is left of the torn corpse, it will jump on the ground and approach those fierce evil creatures, and then bite their ankles with its open and closed jaws.

Hades only gave this order to the dead.

It was a simple order that even brainless zombies could fully understand and execute.

What's worse is that the spread of chaotic aura will unconditionally distort everything in their area of ​​existence, which means that when the death tide rolls over and awakens the undead on the Sunset Continent, there is also a very low probability that these undead will be alienated into something that is difficult to describe.

For example, now!

In the ruins near the holy city of Machut, a skeleton "giant beast" made up of thousands of cruel corpses was roaring and rampaging in the filthy land.

It was like a rhinoceros, or a weird wild boar.

The remains that made up its body were connected together by the dead spirit in an irregular posture, and the ghost fragments whose minds were shattered due to too much pain were mixed into ugly and hideous thoughts of the dead, making this giant beast made of death full of hatred for everything in the world.

It madly smashed the remaining walls in the ruins, letting the ashes roll up and scatter into dead smoke in the wind, and used its hideous bone claws to tear at the fallen elves whose spines were broken by stepping on them. It pierced these guys' bodies amid their screams, and then tore off the torn skin and draped it on itself.

No one knew what this guy wanted to do.

It seemed to be dormant in the curse of death, born only for tonight's massacre.

But soon there was a dazzling fire falling from the sky in the distance. It was the scene of the solar bombardment of the Millennium Quicksand falling on the ground, just like the blazing sun at night illuminating everything in this miserable night.

Even if it was only a few minutes, you could vaguely see the thousands of warriors rushing towards the holy city of the Ganotes and Aztecs under the guidance of the solar bombardment.

The corpses scattered all over the battlefield would not attack the living, and would even take the initiative to make way for their charge. This scene was enough to make the stupidest Chaos evil creatures fall into a kind of despair. The living and the dead in this world united just to kill them all. What was even crazier was that when the second solar bombardment fell, it hit the most fanatical battlefield in the center of the ruins.

The solar ship did not avoid the undead who were still tearing the evil creatures.

On the contrary, they coldly used the dead as a means of containment, and aimed at those immobile evil creatures and their nests to bring down the light and fire that burned everything.

They didn't care whether the dead would die again, they just wanted to kill the source of filth here cleanly.

So even the flesh-tearing ghosts began to flee.

Those burning world-burning demon soldiers roared and tried to challenge the sun boat, but the fire pillars falling from the sky did not give them any chance.

"The holy city of Machut is just ahead. It fell three times in the war and was recaptured three times. Look at the dead around who are still fighting. They are all warriors who died to defend the holy city."

The Aztec general rode an armored unicorn rhino. Holding a sword in his hand, he looked at the sun fire pillars falling in front of him and opened a passage to the ruins of the holy city for them. He knew that he should lead the warriors forward.

But before charging, the general looked back at the Ganotes behind him.

Their only remaining elder rode a saber-toothed tiger, but looked at the corpses around him who were unwilling to rest with complicated eyes, and the warriors he brought were also unusually silent.

In the past few days, many changes have taken place within the Ganotes, and perhaps even these last warriors are a little at a loss.

"Are you afraid of these dead?"

The general asked, and the elder looked back at him.

A pair of tired eyes could be seen under the wooden mask he was wearing. He said:

"Why should we be afraid? Here are our parents, brothers, sisters and children, our former relatives. They are with us and still help us even after death."

"Since you are not afraid, then go ahead."

The Aztec general said in a deep voice:

"This is the last time we will help you take back your homeland, Fate. I will soon return to my country with the warriors to fight against the evil creatures of chaos in our sacred forest. The sacred heart of the world is about to open. It is a miracle shared by all Aztecs. Everything that happens in the Plain of the Holy Spirit will depend on you.

May you have a smooth journey in the future."

After speaking, the general pulled down the visor of his helmet, urged his mount to step on the ashes road that had just been bombed by the sun, and led the brave warriors of the Earth Clan to kill those evil creatures who were still fighting to the death under the siege of a huge number of dead.

The Ganot people did not follow immediately.

They were hesitating.

Even the only Holy Spirit they had left was hesitating.

Perhaps because they had failed too many times on such battlefields, it was hard for these warriors to believe that they could really rely on themselves to return to their destroyed hometowns one day.

The elder named Fate jumped off his mount. He looked at the skeleton in front of him, which only had the upper body left, crawling with his arms, and followed thousands of dead people to the battlefield where the enemy was.

This was a warrior who had died a long time ago. Its remains had weathered and no traces of its clan origin could be seen.

The elder picked up a stone seal from it and recognized that this was a warrior from his clan through the emblem on it. Perhaps he died in the battle when he led his people to try to retake the holy city of Machut for the first time.

Maybe he knew him, maybe he talked to him, and even drank and hunted with him. Maybe this was a young man he had high hopes for.

But he was dead.

He was forgotten by himself.

Together with the millions of Ganot undead, he was forgotten as something not worth paying attention to in the tragic defeat and terrible disaster.

I forgot about them.

Forgot the blood that was spilled here, and almost forgot the oaths of the past.

At this moment, the elder was overwhelmed with an impulse, wanting to hold down the dead man who was heading for the second death. He pressed him and muttered to himself:

"No, don't go anymore, you don't need to fight anymore."

The only response to him was the sobbing of the dead.

The angry sobbing wanted to give his second death a more memorable meaning.

The elder was dragged up by two young men, who couldn't let him make such a gesture that would dissipate morale, but the next moment, the angry elder shook off the two young men, drew out the sharp obsidian sword at his waist, and looked back at the warriors who lit torches behind him.

They belonged to different clans, but today they stood here with the same identity. There were countless reasons to avoid this battle, but they still responded to the call.

"My people! The last of the Ganot people! Listen to me!

These dead were once our relatives. They have sacrificed their most precious lives for our tribe. They no longer owe us anything, but they still accepted the call of death and dedicated their last remaining dignity to us, the unworthy descendants.

The second death.

Look!

The holy city is just ahead. We lost it, we lost the starting point of the civilization of the Ganault people, and we lost Machut.

Three times in total!

Our pride, our courage, and our dignity were shattered in these failures. We lost the Holy Spirit and the clan. Everyone lost something precious in this war.

Don't be afraid of these dead, don't be afraid of your relatives, don't be afraid of our past!

Follow me, the last Ganault warriors, we are still fighting the disaster brought by the white devil!

We have not surrendered yet.

The dead want to take back their rest, and we want to take back what we have!

We are here to recast the dignity of the Ganault people!

We want the dead to see that we are still fighting, and we let the dead rest in peace, with the blood of chaos, or our blood! "

The elder pinched the stone emblem in his hand, causing his fingers to bleed from the edge of the emblem, but he did not loosen his fingers, nor did he ride his mount. He just stumbled forward, as if to merge with the running souls.

The first warrior roared and raised the battle flag and chased after him. Amid the roar of the saber-toothed tiger Nokta, the remaining Ganorth warriors drew their weapons and followed closely.

They are the last warriors of their civilization.

Tonight, on this battlefield where the dead and the living dance together, they want to be reborn from the ashes, just like the Ganorth people's hometown.

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The players were not seen in the hurricane-like charge in the other battlefields of the Holy City of Machut and the Filthy Land. It was not because the foreign warriors were afraid of the hardships of this battle, but purely because they were given another urgent task, to contribute their own strength to the war in the Holy Spirit Plain on another battlefield.

"Alas, I miscalculated. "

In the Quetzalcoatl Fortress, after completing the Pluto's decree to summon a sweeping Hades army, Murphy sat on a chair to rest a little tired.

Facing Tracy who handed him a cocktail with blood, Murphy said helplessly:

"The Chaos Swarm Gathering Area can't wake up any corpses. Those damned insects have converted all the usable biomass. There is not even a complete corpse near their territory. It is simply a natural counter to the Undead Sea Tactics.

Fortunately, I can still summon ghosts, and fortunately our warriors can guest play the reserve team, otherwise this will really be embarrassing. "

"As the saying goes, a wise man will make mistakes. "

Tracy comforted:

"You are already great, don't think about those imperfect details. The current Undead Army is also the sin of the Chaos side. This is a cycle of cause and effect, but what's next?

King Osiris is ready to lead his soldiers back to the Aztec Kingdom. The positions they left behind can be used by the player army and the various forces in the Old World. Should we follow the Sky King to the Heart of the World immediately, or wait a little longer? "

"It doesn't make much sense to wait any longer, but we can do two things at the same time. The vanguard of the Sentinel Corps will soon enter the material world. They are the main force to go to the Heart of the World with me. The security authority of the Heart of the World is too high. Before the authority of that place is unlocked, you can't enter it without the qualification of the spokesperson of civilization. "

Murphy took a sip of wine and said:

"You stay here and lead the players to continue the war in the Holy Spirit Plain as the main NPC. I will go to the Heart of the World with the Sky King. Be patient and wait for my good news here. "

"You didn't say before that you would go there alone! Murphy. "

Tress's expression immediately became serious, and she scolded:

"Who can be assured if you go alone?"

"But there is nothing to worry about. "

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"If you can't get in, it means that the Chaos creatures can't get in either. The chief monk can only bring a few Chaos demons to block me there. Unfortunately, in that place, let alone Chaos demons, I am not afraid of the Warp Shadow coming in person.

That's my home court.

Don't worry, Tris.

I will finish the journey to the Heart of the World as soon as possible, and then we can go to the astral world together. The battle situation in the Holy Spirit Plain is very important, which will directly determine the form of the material world at the beginning of the decisive battle. I can only ask you and Adele. "

Tris didn't speak, but the expression on her face showed that she was sulking.

The former witch is getting more and more like an ordinary girl. Under Murphy's gaze, she asked:

"If the Creator is waiting for you to keep an appointment in the Heart of the World, will you go with Him? "

This question made Murphy raise his eyebrows. He put down the cup and wiped the corners of his mouth. He stood up and hugged Tris from behind, and said in her ear:

"The destination is not here. From what I know about that guy, even if he goes to a date, he will choose a place that is memorable enough. If I have to guess, I think it should be in the subspace. Well, some damn place in the subspace.

But that damn place is so dangerous.

If it weren't for my extremely powerful wife Tris, I, a rookie, really wouldn't dare to go. Don't worry or be angry, I won't leave you alone.

I'm not strong enough to live alone without you. "