Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The army of the undead is expanding all the time.

Those dead creatures were resurrected and became a member of this army.

With the order of Arthas, the dreadlord besieged and suppressed the people of Lordaeron who loved and worshiped him in the past.

The once glorious city has been reduced to ruins.

The peaceful village turned into a deserted ghost village.

The land of Lordaeron is full of victims of the plague.

All it takes is a simple mental command to make these corpses follow like loyal dogs.

Legions of the undead need no logistics.

They never know how to get tired and follow the Lich King's order to kill any living thing.

Zombies created by the plague, abominations sewn from stumps, fallen ghosts.

Undead knights who came back from the dead, banshees and liches transformed from high elf corpses.

There are also giant spiders with scary appearance.

Driven by countless undead, they crazily pounce on every living creature, sweeping all kingdoms and worlds.

The Dread Demon King looked at the humble town, his pupils burning with fel flames revealed mockery and teasing.

What a stupid human being, thinking that this rudimentary defense can resist this terrifying wave of undead.

Now, he wants to let these humans know the horror of the Burning Legion.

Skye stared at the dreadlord, his invincible foe.

The powerful evil energy of the opponent is enough to easily block his holy light.

The most frightening thing is that besides the dreaded demon king, there are endless undead.

The gargoyle's wings waved high in the sky, and its long fangs carried a distorted smile that yearned for human blood.

Those huge giant spiders are a bit similar to the legendary Kira Zerg that has been extinct.

Those zombies full of scars and dripping with disgusting saliva and pus followed each other step by step, screaming eagerly for fresh flesh and blood.

Endless mosquitoes and flies crouched on these undead, making buzzing sounds.

They are pervasive, spreading terrible plagues.

Destroy the defense line from the subtle point.

Facing such a legion, for a long time, the defenders who have not had a full meal have no way to last for too long.

They're screwed, totally screwed.

"We will be buried here." Ske said with a heavy tone, looking at his companion.

"May my soul be to the Light. 35

A paladin whispered.

"I have nothing to fear" ~.

Another paladin picked up the long sword in his hand, and a faint golden light covered him.

The Holy Light protects him.

Ske looked around, nodded, and shouted, "Everyone enter the combat position, hurry up."

Men and women with skinny faces held weapons and walked into the post according to the original arrangement.

The preparation time is not long.

The undead army rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, you can see those ugly pioneers.

A colossal abomination with a giant weapon in three hands.

Followed closely by the zombies who let out a low growl.

The gargoyle made piercing sound waves and hovered in the sky.

Countless flies and mosquitoes soared into the sky, flocking to the city wall in black masses.

Ske held the hammer in his hand and raised it violently, the majestic power of the holy light burst out from his body.

"In the name of the Holy Light, kill and repel them.

"kill."

All the soldiers were shouting, using this futile way to add a little courage to themselves.

Allowing them to ignore impending failure.

The undead disaster is overwhelming.

Everyone understands this.

Their resistance was meaningless, except to prove their poor and useless courage at the end.

Sk swung his hammer.

Under the blessing of the Holy Light, he fought like a tireless magic puppet.

Beads of sweat were all over his forehead, and the muscles all over his body were squeezing their last potential.

He swung his warhammer, and the holy light gushed out, killing the undead who rushed towards him one after another.

The great abomination was smashed by him, and the malicious ghost died in the holy light.

The zombie's head was crushed by his bare hands.

Putrid black blood and rotten flesh soon covered his scarred body.

Sk let out a roar, fighting with all his strength.

In the name of the Holy Light, in the name of those innocents, he will never surrender.

The warhammer swung, and a row of enemies fell.

Hate's head was blown off like a watermelon's.

More enemies rushed up, Sik's eyes were scarlet, he let out a hoarse roar, and rushed up again.

Unfortunately, everything was in vain.

The dreadlord saw sk, a fearless paladin whose eyes lit up with interest.

A noble soul is definitely a good plaything.

Destroying these souls little by little is a rare pleasure for the devil.

The undead gave up a place.

Skee gasped for breath, looking at the approaching Dreadlord, his pupils were filled with anger.

"It's really interesting." The Dreadlord said with a mocking tone, "It's a pity that your battle will end here. 35

"My death will be after you, monster." Squeeze swallowed the blood from his throat, and clenched the weapon in his hand even harder. "In the name of the Holy Light, you will be expelled from our homeland. 99

"There will never be that day." The Dreadlord laughed, "This world will be ruled by the Burning Legion forever."

"Go to hell, monster, remember, human beings will never give in." Sik roared, and the Holy Light Hammer was shining brightly.

Sk has sworn to protect this country, to guard those innocent and kind people.

He knew he would be killed by the dreadlord.

But he won't regret it.

The only thing that made him feel guilty was a little bit.

After all, he failed to protect those refugees.

Skye drew out all his strength with a roar.

He became the embodiment of the Holy Light.

The bright light made him like the sun.

Dreadmagic wields a fel-charged blade.

The two weapons collided, and the warhammer shattered at the moment of impact.

The Dread Demon King easily knocked him to the ground and stepped on his head.

"`" The power of human beings is always so weak.

Ske, who was stepped on by the opponent, kept vomiting blood, but still wanted to get rid of the opponent and stand up again.

The Dread Demon King looked at the still struggling and unwilling paladin with a malicious smile on his distorted face.

The fel energy blade in his hand was raised high.

Everything will end.

At a time when all defenders are desperate.

The falling fel energy blade was tightly grasped by a palm covered with yellow armor.

The palm was extremely broad, and he firmly grasped the sharp blade so that it could not drop an inch.

"Perhaps you should find another opponent, and then you will know whether human beings are really weak.

A steady voice came.

A hint of panic appeared on the face of the Dread Demon King.

Looking at the tall human being in front of him, the Dread Demon King felt a kind of fear and despair from the bottom of his heart.

Sk was able to escape from the opponent's feet, looking at the stranger in golden armor, Sk's eyes were full of confusion and disbelief.

The evil blade that killed countless powerful paladins was easily blocked by the opponent (Nuo Wanghao).

Losing the mental control of the Dread Demon King, the entire battlefield was also eerily silent for a short time.

Donne stared at the Dreadlord with both eyes, and exerted a slight force on his palm.

The indestructible fel blade shattered in his hands, turning into countless fragments.

The crisp sound resounded across the battlefield, making all the necromancers dumbfounded.

Since someone can crush Lord Demon King's fel blade!!

"Who are you?" The Dread Demon King's tone was filled with fear and uneasiness.

The people in front of him made him feel oppressive like an endless mountain.

"The glorious executor of the leader of the empire, the supreme commander of the Imperial Fist, and the divisional leader of the Holy Expedition, Roger Dorn. Some people call me the Iron Fist of the Empire that crushes everything, and the stubborn stone who does not know how to change.

Dawn glared at the dreadlord in front of him, "It is also the enlightener who tells you whether human beings are weak or not. 35

Before the Dread Demon King could react, he was grabbed by the throat and picked by his wings.

"What are you doing...!

Before he could finish speaking, the entire battlefield resounded with the desperate screams of the Dread Demon King.