In the middle of summer, the gray clouds are like the wings of a giant bird, hanging heavily in the sky.
The weather was suffocatingly hot, and the humidity in the air was so great that you could grab a handful of air and pinch out a handful of water droplets.
Lin Qi sat in the back garden of the Longshan Imperial Palace, casually pushing a swing made of vines in front of him with his toes.
Yun, Paradise, and Princess Qingli sat side by side on the swing, sneering in a low voice, not knowing what they were laughing at.
Mr.
Mo stood more than ten meters away with a gloomy face, looked down at a blooming red rose, and reported a series of numbers to Lin Qi dryly.
How many soldiers have been reorganized in the past few days, how many soldiers have been sent to the battlefield, how many soldiers have died in battle, how many sets of armor have been replenished, how many weapons have been cast, how many coffins have been made, how many body bags have been temporarily requisitioned...
It has been more than a month since Valhalla started, and in this more than a month, the believers of the gods have certainly been beaten all over the field, but the gods have not been idle, and the evil fetus of all spirits on the continent of the undead has posed a huge threat to the gods, and the gods are joining forces to deal with this evil creature.
Each god system has sent several main god-level beings to sit in charge, leading a group of elites to confront the Ten Thousand Soul Evil Fetus.
No one wants to waste too much energy on this perverted guy, but this terrifying thing that wants to devour the gods wholeheartedly, he is really too much of a threat to the gods, so the gods can only contain him in the undead continent, so that he can't wander around at will.
In the three abyssal worlds of the Church, the Lord of Screaming has forcibly conquered a large number of armies sent underground by Lin Qi, and under the compulsion of him and a group of fallen gods, a large army including orcs, undead, barbarians, and elves has launched a suicidal attack on the believers of the Church.
The strength of the Lord of Screaming was extremely strong, and neither the God of Dawn nor the God of Punishment were willing to confront him head-on, so this army that Lin Qi had temporarily sent into the Abyss World actually had a tendency to grow into a confidant of the Church.
This ragtag army is stirring up trouble in the abyss world, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the church, forcing the church to focus most of its attention on this ragtag army.
So the church's support for the terrestrial world has become much smaller.
Now the church is in the terrestrial world.
The three empires led by the Longshan Empire could only rely on to deal with attacks from all sides.
"The Green Moon Empress ordered to kill seven elven generals in front of the battle yesterday, because a month has passed, and they have not been able to attack the holy mountain, which makes the Green Moon Empress feel that her dignity has been damaged, so the generals of the elf clan are in danger at the moment."
Mr.
Mo gently stroked the petals of the red rose and laughed lowly.
Lin Qi nodded slowly, he groaned for a while, and then smiled: "It's very messy and noisy now."
But.
A little more chaos, a little more trouble, pass the order, and let the army of the undead of the Dragon Witch King join the infestation of the surface world.
Don't use too many manpower, just three or five legions of undead to deliver the final blow to the Gallic Empire from the core of the Gallic Empire. ” Standing up, Lin Qi looked at the north of the continent.
Gallic Empire.
In a sense, the Gallic Empire was Linzi's homeland, and before the establishment of the Gallic Empire, the Black Tiger family had already established roots in the northern seas of the empire.
But the situation has evolved to the point where some old things must be destroyed, and some new order must be established.
The Gallic Empire, without a doubt, was one of the targets to be destroyed.
"Say it to the Dragon Witch King.
Restrain his undead children.
Only the armies of the Gallic Empire and the Knights of the Church were allowed to attack, and ordinary civilians were not to be harmed.
Of course.
The bones in the ancestral graveyard of those civilians, they are dead anyway, and it is not too much for the corpses to be used. ” Scratching his chin, Lin Qi was also a little unbearable about this kind of destruction of other people's ancestral graves.
After all, he inherited certain oriental traditions in his bones and knew the importance of ancestral tombs to a family.
But who made the Dragon Witch King an ally of Lin Qi, and the combat style of the undead is like this, the more graveyards, the more combat power, so this is also a helpless thing.
Mr.
Mo smiled and nodded in agreement, and he couldn't help but begin to imagine what a spectacular scene it would be when a group of ruthless necromancers suddenly burst out in the most densely populated part of the Gallic Empire.
Ordinary civilian families don't care, their ancestral graves are all buried everywhere.
But the aristocrats ...
The day after Lin Qi gave this order, Lin Qi hovered over the Gallic Empire on a magical energy frisbee.
He quietly overlooked the plain below, and this was the place where Lin Qi and the Dragon Witch King had agreed to let the army of the undead appear.
Dozens of ultra-long-distance and super-large teleportation magic arrays have been set up here, and in a quarter of an hour, 500,000 necromancers will emerge here This is the most densely populated, richest and most prosperous province in the middle of the Gallic Empire, so a large number of nobles live here, and many ancestral homes of the ancient nobles of the Gallic Empire are here, and correspondingly, the ancestral tombs of these noble families are also built here.
As powerful nobles, these ancient nobles of the Gallic Empire often occupied a mountain, and then hollowed out the mountain, built a huge palace-like mausoleum inside, and buried their people in that thick mountain.
Because this plain is the starting place of the Gallic Empire, the ancestral land of the Gallic family is here, and the ancestral lands of the great nobles who followed the Gallic family to establish the Gallic Empire are all here.
Almost every mountain peak here is occupied by huge mausoleums.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and with the low roar of the magic array, large expanses of miserable white light poured out of the ground, and groups of necromancers in black, gray, and brown cloaks flew out of the magic array.
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They raised their bone staffs in the air, and immediately recited the incantation to summon the necromancers from all sides.
These necromancers are the elite that the Dragon Witch King has accumulated in the abyss of the dead over the years, and the weakest of them all have the strength of the peak of the saint level.
For a saint-level pinnacle-level magician, a single spell from him could move all the corpses within a radius of a hundred miles.
And those demigod-level powerful undead, their spell is that they can easily control the undead within a radius of five hundred miles, summoning them to their side.
With the sound of these necromancers' incantations, a gray wind quickly blew across the entire province, and then quickly spread to other nearby provinces.
Five hundred thousand necromancers of the saint level or above chanted the undead spell at the same time, and this combined power was enough to make ordinary mid-rank gods feel terrified.
Lin Qi stood high in the air, and was rushed by this gray cold air, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
In the magnificent and extravagant palace-like mausoleums, those heavy marble, granite, and even coffins made of bronze and silver are pushed open by great force.
With a sonorous roar, a nobleman who had lost his life for many, many years stood up from his coffin.
When the nobles of the Gallic Empire were buried, they would put the armor and weapons they used to fight in their coffins as burial goods.
And the nobles who are a little more particular will let their children and grandchildren bury their mounts by their side after the death of their mounts.
So when these nobles came out of the coffin, they were already fully armed, and many of their armor and weapons were not low-grade magic armor and magic weapons.
There are also some saint-level and demigod-level powerhouses who have fallen in previous religious wars, and they are wearing Hallow-level equipment.
With a low rattle, the mounts that had been buried beside their masters after death slowly rose to their feet.
Many of the mounts have rotted to the point of being a white skeleton, but driven by the Necromantic Spell, they quickly transform into powerful Undead Mounts, possessing greater power than they had ever been.
Their master sat on their backs again, and after an unknown number of years of death, they fought side by side again.
One by one, the nobles in extraordinary armor walked out of their tombs, and the noble knights who were in charge of guarding these exquisite tombs outside the tombs let out frightened screams, and they fled in all directions at a loss, and some of them knelt on the ground in embarrassment, hysterically praying to the gods that they did not know what to do with the emergency situation in front of them Attacking these armored guys, but these guys are the ancestors of their respective families, many of them are their ancestors generations ago, the palace-like mausoleums of the nobles are in excellent condition, the air is dry and the temperature is constant, coupled with the various magical armors they wear, the corpses of many great nobles who have died for thousands of years are still intact, and their faces can be clearly seen before their deaths.
These faces are now vividly left on the ancestral portraits of the ancestral homes of various nobles, and the faces of these ancestors are familiar to all the family knights.
In the face of these family ancestors who came out of the grave and were no different from their lives, who could wave their weapons at them in a frenzy The burial customs of the nobles in the Western Continent have brought the destructive power of these necromancers to the extreme The great nobles of the Western Continent will often bestow the greatest glory on the powerful knights and the most loyal warriors under their seats, so that these knights and warriors who have fought and served their families diligently and loyally will be buried in their own tombs after their deaths.
This bounty led to the fact that there were still a terrifying number of corpses of noble knights and ordinary warriors in the tombs of these great nobles: