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Under the urging of the undead spell, one by one, the great nobles took their loyal knights and the warriors who fought bravely during their lifetime, lined up in a neat procession, wore a full set of armor, rode their own mounts, and walked out of the family mausoleum.
Someone once ridiculed that the nobles of the Western Continent had a fecundity comparable to that of the Abyssal Cave People.
The person who said this was sent to the gallows the next day, but the vulgar proverb was passed down and became more and more popular.
The nobles of the Western Continent are indeed very capable of having children, so a huge number of family ancestors are buried in the family tombs of each great noble.
Especially for those ancient nobles who have been passed down from the Dark Calendar to the present day, the coffins of the family elders at the bottom of their family tombs are stacked on top of each other to form a small mountain.
Therefore, there are hundreds of thousands of knights and warriors under the command of nobles and nobles who come out of each mausoleum, and the ancestral tombs of the royal family of the Gallic Empire and several family tombs such as hereditary princes and grand dukes have reached a terrifying million-level scale Lin Qi stood in the clouds, his eyes wide and he looked at this mighty army of the undead like a torrent "Oh, the nobles of the Western Continent, their filial piety is commendable.
Look at these nobles who have been dead for an unknown number of years, the flags and flags they used during their lifetimes have been preserved intact.
Really, it's really incredible" Lin Qi sighed sincerely, because these undead have already raised colorful and well-preserved military flags and family flags, and the gorgeous flags and the exquisite and brilliant family coats of arms on the flags really made Lin Qi breathtaking.
Compared to the ancestral graves of these nobles, the undead warriors who came out of the graves of ordinary people are a little pitiful.
Commoners, wealthy merchants, gentry and other families can still build strong tombs, and the bodies of their ancestors are still relatively well preserved.
But when ordinary civilians are buried, they just dig a pit in the ground.
Throw a thin wooden coffin into it, and the matter will be done.
Due to torrential rains, floods, earthquakes, and even the wanton destruction of tombs and naughty children, various natural and man-made disasters have been abused, and the preservation of the bodies of these civilians can be imagined.
Under the powerful inspiration of the necromancers, from the graves of these civilians, there were only a large number of mutilated skeleton soldiers, and they did not even have the most ordinary weapons in their hands, they walked slowly with their bare hands, gathered into a sea of gray and white bones, and staggered towards the necromancers.
"Fortunately, our weapons production is good," Lin Qi laughed easily.
Those necromancers from the spatial rings they carried with them.
He began to pull out a large number of swords, bows and arrows, and other weapons.
These weapons are all made of mortal iron, and they can only be regarded as relatively sharp weapons, and even the simplest runes are not attached to them.
But for those skeletons.
That's a pretty good weapon.
No one expects these most rudimentary skeletons to have much combat power, their value lies in the terrifying crowd tactics, they just need to rush to the enemy's position in waves, and after countless skeletons are smashed into pieces, a skeleton soldier can slash at the enemy.
That's a great victory.
Countless abyssal dwarves in several abyssal worlds, including the craftsman workshops of the Longshan Empire, have been continuously grabbed by these skeleton soldiers in large quantities of weapons these days.
Some of the lucky skeletons were even given a thin set of iron armor, and they put on the armor, picked up their weapons, and formed a uniform line under the control of the necromancers, as if they were also in the posture of a regular army.
A legion of half a million necromancers.
In just an hour, the size of the legion had swelled hundreds of times, and each necromancer had easily controlled a large group of undead subordinates, who had hollowed out all the nearby mausoleums.
Then they formed a terrifying sea of undead that was hundreds of miles wide and I don't know how long, and walked towards the northwest of the Gallic Empire.
Wherever this terrifying army of the undead passed, the undead in countless mausoleums jumped up one after another and joined the army silently.
After only a day and a night of marching.
The size of this army of the undead has swelled a full thousandfold Mr.
Mo stood beside Lin Qi and swallowed a mouthful of foam with difficulty: "The sight of hundreds of millions of undead marching.
It's, it's amazing."
Mr.
Rao is well-informed, and he has seen the great march of a million legions at most.
And after these necromancers swelled their own legions a thousand times, there are now more than 500 million undead walking forward.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, except for those inhabited villages and towns, all other places are occupied by the undead.
The fields are undead, the valleys are undead, the rivers are undead, the hills are undead, and the gray-white sea of the undead is wrapped in a desperate and terrifying aura, slowly and firmly pouring towards the Norman war castle in the northwest of the Western Continent, a strong defense line between humans and aliens on the Western Continent.
The Gallic Empire had received reports of a large number of undead on its own soil, but there was nothing the Gallic Empire could do about it Dozens of imperial armies of various sizes had heroically attacked these undead, but when the generals who led the army were horrified to find that the high-ranking undead standing in front of them were wearing the armor of their ancestors, carrying the banners of their ancestors, and were born exactly like their ancestors, dozens of Gallic imperial armies collapsed almost instantly.
The generals wept and shouted, dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, fleeing to the nearest temple to pray to the gods.
Without the restraint of the generals, the ordinary soldiers naturally no longer have any desire to fight, and they ran faster and more thoroughly than those generals.
High in the sky, the Eye of the Void emerged, and a looming figure appeared in the Eye of the Void, and a low sigh came from afar: "You should really listen to the Lord of Punishment, his words are correct We are really a long, long time ago, we forcibly implemented the cremation policy on the Western Continent."
Why did we have to worry about the opinions of those undead gods at that time, haven't they all fallen completely?"
The sigh of the gods could not help the Gallic Empire, which was in absolute panic, and the huge army of the undead came to the rear of the Norman warcastle and launched an all-out attack on the entire Norman warcastle on the thousand-mile defensive line.
Faced with the army of the undead attacking from behind, dozens of Church Knights Templar quickly assembled, chanting the battle cry of their own gods, and launched a fearless assault on this army of the undead, which can only be described as horror and despair.
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But what greeted these valiant Templars was the super god forbidden spell undead calamity nightmare launched by the 500,000 weakest necromancers who had reached the peak level of the Holy Master, and a viscous dark cloud rose into the sky, accompanied by a biting cold air and a strange scream, and a layer of black clouds covered the entire Norman battle castle.
In the Nightmare Skydome, the combat power of all living beings has been weakened by half, the sight of all living beings has been suppressed to the limit, and the low temperature and the invasion of necromantic breath have caused all normal creatures to quickly lose their body temperature and mobility.
And the undead creatures will be blessed with more than double their combat power in this nightmare canopy, and even the most ordinary and weakest skeleton soldier will have the combat power equivalent to that of an elite warrior.
The undead swarmed in a tidal wave of fear, anxiety, confusion, numbness, and other negative states of the Templars, wielding their rudimentary weapons to rip open their necks with precision, reaping their lives as fast as they could.
The Templars who had been killed had been lying on the ground for less than a snap of their fingers before their bodies twitched violently and slowly regained their feet.
The plasma on their bodies quickly cooled, turning into a black-red viscous liquid that filled their bodies, and their physical strength became several times stronger than before their deaths, and they grabbed the weapons in their hands and launched a merciless attack on their former companions.
The Templars fought fewer and fewer, while the Necrons grew in number.
When the first wall of the Norman War Castle was flooded by the undead, there were already nearly a million more zombie warriors wearing the armor of the Knights of the Templars and a hundred times stronger than ordinary undead in the vanguard of the undead.
There was no crying or howling on the brutal battlefield.
The weapons of the undead are inflicted with terrible toxins inflicted on their weapons, and even a small wound from these weapons can quickly transform the Templars into necromancers.
The powerful Nightmare Canopy cut off the connection between the inside and the outside, and the prayers of the Templars to the gods were completely absorbed by this thick layer of Nightmare Canopy, and not a single prayer could reach the ears of the gods.
Powerful wills continued to appear in the sky, and many gods of the Asur Protoss screamed in almost hysterical terms.
Their followers are being brutally slaughtered, but the gods can't help their own followers.
Of course, the believers are killed, which is also a good thing, after all, only by constant fighting, continuous death, will there be more souls of believers for the gods to enjoy.
The gods were angry that the souls of the undead who were killed by the undead according to some secret contract signed by the gods would belong to an unknown undead god.
And the undead destroyed by their own believers have their soul fire filled with a negative, evil necromantic aura, which is a waste that the gods cannot absorb There is only loss, no gain, and this is something that no god can tolerate The chapter ends, thanks for watching: