Desire

A single word from the emperor that annoyed him. The first thing that changed was the sound of battlefield. The noise grows. Magical light grows stronger. It poured down from the sky like a meteor shower, and the runners were hit by it.

Rather than saying, "It was destroyed," it would be right to say, "It was destroyed." That's what happened to the witches. The magical bombardment immediately turned the remains of the corpse into dust. It would be impossible to resurrect him as an undead.

But she was not embarrassed. If they increase their firepower, well, that shouldn't be a problem. No matter how powerful the magical firepower is, the magical power consumed is not infinite. They're the ones who end up getting tired.

"The Black Wizard, the Necromancer and the consumption. I'm not an idiot."

Moreover, here is Carmadon. It opens the door of the sonic dimension, giving it an infinite amount of magical power, and using it, it can cast an infinite amount of magic. I'd rather fire up this side and bump into the front. No, it's a little hard. Dark Magic is an apostle.It's hard to cope with the authentic magic in simple firepower.

If so, thoroughly, as an apostle. Harvest gave birth to a Demibeast. Black magic shifts around him. He began to intervene directly in the battlefield in coordination with Celebrity lords. The dark fog rises in a daze, and you lick the battlefield as the corpse of the demon rolls around.

‘Cause you can't just use a corpse. ’

Jabesh's jaw rises. Resurrecting a corpse is the foundation of necromancy magic. How do you process a corpse, leave it as a corpse, or restore the deadliness of a living enemy? Its presence or absence determines the level of Necromancy magic.

A little higher up there is resurrecting a corpse, giving it more power than life itself. That level has already been exceeded. Here are the Black Wizards, two of whom are close to the pinnacle of Necromancy magic. Celebrity and Haveth's levels are at their peak among humans.

Necromancers of that level are not swayed by remains or remains. There are traces that remain intact and completely destroyed.

Let's just say, it's a soul. Death Knight is the most representative of the undead who make souls into hawks. Death Knight is created by Refining the soul of an evil knight, because all knights are priests of Adim, the god of knights. A noble being condemned by God is bitten by evil. The enormous minus that arises from it becomes the energy to train the Death Knights.

In the case of witchcraft, it is slightly different. They've been bitten from birth. But when such magic dies, it becomes a beautiful ingredient in their arms that gives rise to the creeps of murder and hatred.

Purify him. Carmadon shakes. The mist licks the plains.

The fog becomes the body. The soul contained in it made up with malice and became the power to move the Aether body made of fog. The red light flashes in it.

The undead made it so that it doesn't vanish, taking the magical bombardment into its body. Even if a hole is pierced in the body, it is repaired immediately. The emperor's gaze frowns.

“Something's not right. ”

Muren, standing beside the Emperor's murmur, nods in agreement. The magic was constantly popping out even at this moment. And the dead will soon reconcile to the undead.

“It's not unlimited magical power. No matter how many hundreds of black wizards get together, do you think that's possible? ”

Muren shakes his head at the Emperor's question. Gratia has thousands of magical soldiers. But that doesn't mean they can use magic indefinitely. With its firepower up and its elongated assault, the power was rapidly diminishing even at this moment.

“Stop the magic. Send in the infantry.”

The emperor expressed his frustration. You don't even know their hands completely, but you can't continue to use your magic. This is all-out war after all. The emperor slowly rises into the air. Muren looks up at the emperor with anxious eyes below.

“Are you going yourself? ”

The emperor did not answer Muren's question. I didn't have to answer. Muren sighs and shakes his head. It may be dangerous, but the words don't come from across your throat.

The swordsman drags the horse instead. He stands beside the Emperor with a stiff face. The emperor in the air smiles as he looks at the swordsman directly below.

“Will you come with me? ”

“You can tell me not to go. I don't want to go. ”

“All the beatings of the past are dead. Did you fall in with the hair? ”

The face of the swordsman turned pale with the imperial struggle. The sniveling swordsman finally lowers the mask of the helmet he was wearing. The emperor laughs and giggles at such a swordsman.

The order has been delivered. The Knights are silently prepared. Ekidna looks down at Lance in her hand. This war was giving the first of its kind to her, the knights and soldiers of Gracia in many ways. The first war. Undead. And magic.

‘It's like old times. ’

Ekidna thought that without even knowing it. Long ago, a tale of a warrior and a Demon King. A warrior charged into the Demon King's army. Who are the warriors in this case?

Maybe I'm not. Maybe the warrior is the emperor. Ekidna swallows her breath. The signal drops. She raises her left hand up. The Steel Knights in the rear are lowering their heads.

And it was horse racing. The undead, flesh and blood, are the only Aether monsters left. However, this does not mean that it cannot be hit. Is the knight weaker than the bombardment of the throwing Lance Charge?

There are hundreds of such lance charges. Ekidna lowers her body as much as she can. The power of Ahdim fills my body and boils. Hundreds of knights have become sharp trenches that glow white.

And the demon's body was destroyed. The power of Adim influenced not only the knights, but also the horses that were burning them. I'm not tired of talking, and I'm not afraid. The speed of the sprint that runs across the bridge is increasing, and the horses that run across the street are smashed to pieces like a man hit by a train.

Galios' forces have also begun to move. The air they breathe is thick with darkness, and Gallios' soldiers are unaware of him. It was Marjoah's trick. 'Curse.’ Dark magic and curses are a close relationship without firewood.

The fog marjoah cast paralyzed their minds as they breathed. You stomp on the tension and tear the fear apart. Instead, it was intense killing, anger, and excitement about something.

And paralyzes the pain. You pull the muscles out of bounds and make them boil blood. Galios' soldiers push beyond human limits, even if it costs them their lives. Not their will, but the will of others.

Rrrrgh! Someone shouts. It was a shout from Galyos' army. In response, Gallios' soldiers turn their eyes and shout. It sounded like the beast was howling, and they actually became beasts. The soldiers bare their teeth and bite at the bubbles, and the knights sigh and hold their swords. They were also followers of Adim, so the madness of the battlefield spread to tens of thousands of soldiers shook their minds.

And the first thing that responded was the horses that burned the knights. As they lift their forelegs high, they vomit a big tear with their bloodshot eyes. You cooperate and the soldiers shout. Right across the street, witches are racing towards Gracia, and the Knights of Gracia are racing through them.

Decisions were needed. No matter how triumphant, they had to become mad to fit into this madman's battlefield. The Dark Magic frenzy prompted that decision.

It didn't take long for the blood to spill. Soldiers who took Lance over barefoot roll the ground in pieces, but immediately they are undead and on their feet.

‘It's horrible.'

Knights and knights, infantry and infantry, undead and magic. They're tangled up, trying to kill each other. Rivera falls alone a little behind. She didn't run. I just walked quietly. There were no guards, no knights, no wizards around her.

It didn't mean that I had any other enemies. A splashing of water catches Rivera in the air and shoots her straight down. He opened his mouth wide and suddenly tried to swallow Rivera.

His head is smashed in. The blood and debris spills over and over, not touching Rivera's body. Rivera sighs and continues walking. Rebound and energy drain. The superpowers she is learning are both. I have not mastered magic separately, nor have I mastered other superpowers.

Those two were all of Rivera's skills. But that alone earned him the title of a warrior named Rive. Rivera, who was assisted by Basrodel during the beta service, was able to raise those two superpowers to a higher level than anyone else.

and full service. When Azin and Devello learn other shamanism, Jabes is obsessed with research, and Laquis encounters different kinds of superpowers. Rivera spent all of her time on those two superpowers without obsessing over anything else.

The two superpowers grew to a level that others could not even imagine. It's a simple superpower, but it's level, and Rivera's mental strength is so vast that it can never know the end.

As such, Rivera has gained absolute defense. Nothing can harm Rivera's body. Even if a dragon strikes a brace with its bare body, Rivera is unharmed. Rather, a counterattack sent back to rebound could kill a dragon. You don't have to worry about attacking any magic objects.

Rivera wanders the battlefield, obsessed with finding her. Unfortunately, she doesn't know magic, and she can't search for chi like Ajin. What Rivera chose after all was a daring infiltration into the enemy camp.

‘You're being foolish. ’

Azin pursues the chi of the Rivera. Of course, the body did not leave Hermione's side. Rivera is digging across the plains into Galios' army. I am ignorantly brave. I can't believe you went barefoot from all over the enemy. Well, with her abilities, it would be more comfortable to have only enemies around.

‘Well, I don't care how Rivera moves right now. So is Harvest.’

Azin's eyes narrowed. The situation on the battlefield was not particularly disadvantageous to Azin. To put it this way, it's an advantage. The more difficult the battle, the easier it will be for Azin to carry out an assassination.

And for the second time, he was a little surprised. It's because I didn't think she would have this much power. Thousands of Black Wizards and their evil magic. This side is dominated by troops. This side is disadvantageous over the course of an hour.

‘The amount of magic you're using is different. ’

Looks like he's hiding something. It's annoying, but leave it alone for now. Even worse. That's what Ajin wanted.

Ajin pursues Rufel's spirit.

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Ta-da.

Sorry I'm late.