Devil’s Son-in-Law

In the dark moonlight, the dark sky that surrounds the town of Dico gradually dissipates and the hidden fangs become clearer in the thin black fog.

All sides, dense and numb, are dead spirits, as if the ocean were endless. The original number was one of the advantages of the Imperial Army when it saw the Tetu army's scalp blow up, and now it's a disadvantage.

Pallotte understood a little that the cause of the house explosion was not only to kill his soldiers, but also to clear a vast area of uncovered space for tactical siege. He suddenly thought of the previous soldier's report that all the houses were empty, that all the townspeople had been turned into dead spirits?

Forgive me for being so hard on Paloteso, but I couldn't help but shake a chill.

“Don't panic! It's just a bunch of junk bone shelves! Their fragile skeletons simply cannot resist the sharpest blades in our hands, and the poor rust knife cannot even leave a trace on our sturdy armor!” Paro has identified himself and begun to inspire morale aloud, "we are the strongest elite of emperors, how can we fear these wastes that only deserve to be ashed on the battlefield? Soldiers, the enemies of the Dark Moon have fled with their tails clamped, and we are saddened that there is no place to earn more credit and use your strongest strength to crush these bone skeletons! ”

It has to be said that all these emperors have one hand in inciting morale. The soldiers' fighting spirit has grown high at times. Although most people have no experience with the dead spirit, everyone knows that the most common use of the dead spirit is skeleton sea tactics, that is, the use of the number of skeleton soldiers as cannon ash to consume enemies. Skeletons are the lowest level of dead creatures, their own fighting power is not worth mentioning. Defense or even counter-attacks by the imperial army should not be an issue.

Under Palot's command, the Imperial Army formed a formidable formation, confronted by a large number of enemy forces that slowly moved in.

The dark sky has completely disappeared. Although the moonlight is not very bright, through the fire of the house and the role of the illuminating sphere, the soldiers saw the image of the army of the dead, and many people sucked in a cold breath at the same time.

It is a sea of skeletons, just these skeletons… so unexpected.

Gun dust on the battlefield? Fragile skeleton? Poor rusty knife?

The skeletons are equipped with helmets and iron armor only by heavy infantry, known as turtle shells, and are uniformly equipped with thick round shields and swinging machetes, Nima! The Regular Infantry Corps is just as well equipped!

Parrott was shocked, too. Is this still the weakest skeleton soldier? How much does it cost to have all the skeletons equipped with uniform weapons and armor?

Now is not the time to mock or mock the money in the Dark Moon Territory, so many well-equipped dead soldiers, afraid it will be the biggest nightmare of the night!

“Ha-ha-ha!” Weird laughter echoes back in Dico Town, which seems to come from dozens of people on all sides, but the voice and tone are human, through the trembling forest and horror, "so many ingredients to make Death Spirit, so great! Servants, help your future companions remove excess flesh! ”

The skeletons gradually accelerated, as the tide swept from all sides to the Imperial Army formation.

At one point, the sound of the weapon bumping into his ear, mixed with the roar and screaming of the soldiers, only came into contact, and the outermost edge of the square had been cut off. Skeleton Sea puts a lot more pressure on soldiers than they imagined, not only is it powerful, but it is also not weak. What is scarier is the properties of immortal organisms, they have no idea of fatigue or fear, and they will not feel pain. Unless the core of the head is smashed, the injuries in the rest of the area will not do much, even if the hands and feet are broken, so long as the machete in the hand is still there, they can still chop people to death unaffected.

The elites of these emperors are well trained and, despite the terrible impact of the Undead Army, maintain a high level of spiritual and combat power, with casualties being compensated for as soon as they occur, maintaining a defensive formation, albeit at moderate losses.

In the center of the formation, deputy general Dury constantly moves and commands, gradually transforming an otherwise defensible formation into a purely defensive circle, while Pallotte looks at the battle situation in all directions.

“General Parrott, do you want me to do it now?” Pegasus, the Demon Emperor, who has always protected Pallotte, has spoken.

“Not yet,” Parrot shook his head, not being a genius, a moment of silence: "The dark moon is indeed hidden, much harder to deal with than I thought. Not only are there two powerful Demon Dillons, but there are such a horrible army of dead spirits, this time I lost my mind. It is clear that the enemy has been plotting for a long time, and now Lord Stevier, they have been led away, and only Lord Pegasus is left behind in the demon emperor that we remain here. I know that adults are some of the most powerful members of the royal family, and can challenge the peak of the Demon Emperor with the strength of the middle section of the Demon Emperor. However, at present, the situation outside is unclear. I do not know whether the enemy has any other means, so it is not appropriate for adults to move. If the power is drained for nothing or the enemy manages to hold me in captivity, it will only make my army more dangerous. These spirits must have been controlled by the magician who just made the sound, and the spiritual magician is usually very sly and hidden somewhere. My lord, please hold back for a moment and try to find out where the wizard is hiding. Then do your utmost to destroy the enemy leader. As soon as the magician dies, this army will automatically disintegrate. ”

Pegsas shows concurrence: “The General is right, he can drive so many skeletons, and this man's strength is at least close to the Demon Emperor level. I will gradually extend my field to try to sense and find the other master, which takes a lot of mental effort and time due to too many enemies to help the general in the short term. ”

“My lord, don't worry about disturbance, our army is still holding up. ”

Pegasus nodded and sat down on his knees, closing his eyes.

The formation of hundreds of thousands of people did not change so well, and fortunately in the battle, thanks to the direction of Duri, it changed in the shortest possible time. However, the circle narrowed down further under the fierce attack of the dead spirit. Although soldiers in the circle used bows and arrows to shoot, they did not do much good for the dead.

There is a team of eighty magicians in the Imperial Legion who carry out magical attacks that pose a much greater threat to the dead than bows and arrows, but for a large number of Skull Troopers, it's just a water truck salary. After releasing several magics in a row, the magicians were unable to perform the magic again for a short period of time because the magic ran out.

Just as the magicians stopped, the direction of the Undead Army continuously sent a string of bows, the sky flew with arrows, causing a lot of casualties, and shot several sudden magicians, directing the battle Duri surprised, the Undead Army still has archers?

These dead archers use powerful, high-quality arrows to make up for the shortcomings of the quasi, speaking of quasi... the dead are not afraid of accidental injuries at all, those arrows shoot their own people fine, and jump alive as usual.

A soldier's spear accurately penetrated the heart of a skull soldier with arrows across the street, yet this conventional lethal attack was useless for the skull. The skull soldier let the skeleton in his heart be smashed by the spear and rushed forward at undiminished speed, cutting a knife on the soldier's shoulder.

The sharp blade cut the fur coat and set it on the soldier's shoulder blade. Blood suddenly penetrated his shirt. The knife had not yet been drawn. A soldier next to him worked hard to cut the skull's arm into two pieces. The skull that lost the machete was still fierce. A shield struck the head of the soldier with a shoulder injury. Without waiting for the soldier to wake up from the vertigo, another skull machete arrived. The soldier's head was cut half way, blood and brains were scattered on the face of the soldier beside him. The soldier's sight was blocked. He was busy using a shield to protect his body. Under his feet was painful. He was cut off from his right knee by a skull with only half amputation of his body. He fell to the ground screaming and his eyes were cut into sections. As soon as the back-line companions were replenished, they were shot down by an air rainstorm, while the skeletons with arrows behind them fired from their families remained unaffected and continued to pounce forward violently.

This scene is just a small microcosm of the battle, these skeletons do not have a sense of independence, the hand movements are monotonous, only the knife and shield strike, can not even defend, but it is this simple attack and immortality that caused the Imperial Army to suffer enormous losses, according to which it must be the Imperial Army that first collapsed.

At this time, a group of shadows appeared in the skeleton team. These shadows looked similar to ordinary people, their bodies appeared thin, and the area below their knees seemed to be immaterial, floating forward, and very strange.

“What's that? ”

“Why did the knife cut past and not hurt at all? ”

“Bows and arrows don't work either! Is it indestructible? ”

“Careful! It's a ghost! It greatly reduces physical damage! ”

“Damn, so many ghosts! ”

Ghosts are dead-end creatures transformed into powerful spiritual forces in their lifetime. They have a strong immunity from physical harm and are sometimes fully immune. For ordinary armies, they are definitely a nightmare of immortality. The best way to deal with ghosts is to attack the sorcerer, but now only dozens of sorcerers are nearly out of oil, and a sorcerer barely issues a lightning strike because his mental overpower faints.

Arrows were inserted in the armor of a captain in the front row who also repaired the magic and martial arts demons. He saw the soldiers under him exhausted and drank with anger. The weapons in his hands shone bright lights, rushed into enemy formation. As soon as he made a big move, the ghosts and skeletons within a dozen meters disappeared and broke. However, the “blank" wink of this circle was filled with the dead spirits who subsequently surrendered, and the leader who had not retreated in time worked to kill several enemies, and soon drowned in the tidal sea of dead spirits.

In a battlefield of this magnitude, even with the power of the Great Demon King, it is difficult for Mantis to become a car. Only with the high power of the realm can he truly ride a thousand times.

Toros, the Imperial General of the outer realm of the Round Front, is the leader of the Second Legion, brave and good battle. At present, his forerunners are leading the army to resist the wave of the Death Spirit. The strength of the higher-level strong is indeed strong. Toros rides a mutated local Aaron, and the sickle in his hand illuminates the arc of the sky. Each hit can cut off a large area of the Dead Spirit, even the ghost that can mitigate physical damage, cannot resist this absolute power with the power of the realm, and it turns into ashes.

Toros, riding in the Left and Right Clash of the Army of the Dead Spirit, was overwhelmed, killing a large circle and returning peacefully to the vicinity of the reunion. The Second Regiment's generals shouted a great deal of authority and were exhilarated and defeated many dead spirits.

Seeing the soldier's morale rise, Toros raised the sickle high and rushed towards the enemy line again, in fact, his impact consumed more power, but only in this way could he boost the morale that had begun to recede.

- Didu's soldiers are strictly trained and elite, but for a long time, emotional fluctuations have occurred, which are directly reflected in combat power. In contrast, the spirits themselves did not have the morale factor, and even if they were destroyed by Toros, they would continue to follow suit and their fighting power would remain unchanged.

Just as Toros waved the sickle and steered the dragon to tear apart the formation of the Dead Spirit again, the Dead Spirit team in front suddenly gave way and a black figure appeared in front of him. This is a knight covered in black armor, riding a black ghost horse, wearing a vest of armor, hidden in his eyes, and seemingly weird in the moonlight.

Horror Knight! Toros' pupils contracted slightly, and if the skeleton is a soldier, then the Horror Knight is the king, the highest class of dead creatures, made of special dead souls and corpses, and a formidable knight, because some kind of mind or curse cannot dissipate, and reborn with the body of the dead, they are the source of strength with resentment and killing. Horror knights are not unconscious skeletons, retaining not only the independent will to obey the masters, but also the formidable power and tactics of life.

The black armor of the Horror Knight shines a bright spot of evil red light, locking in the presence of Toros. A giant Knight spear appears in his hand, shaking his horse, and the Ghost Warrior spreads his hooves like a black lightning bolt towards Toros.

Without showing any weakness, Toros drove the dragon toward the Horror Knight. The wind and electric brake crossed his eyes, and a "hush” sounded and even concealed the shouting of the sky. The soldiers in the rear only saw a glimpse of Mars, and the two rides had separated, instead of going on a ride-round with Diller and confronting each other remotely again.

The black armor behind the Fear Knight split a long mouth, spilled black smoke inside, but soon the smoke was consumed again, while the silver shoulder armor of Toros broke, there was a horrible scar on his shoulder, the shards of armor were even squeezed into the flesh, there was no color of pain on the surface of Toros, only the black knight stared at the opposite face.

Toros understood a few things in his heart just as a strike. Firstly, the Horror Knight was not below him in strength, tactics and riding skills; secondly, the equipment on the other side, including the vest, was no less inferior to him, or at least a quasi-legendary grade; and thirdly, the Horror Knight appeared to have a psychic interference similar to the Horror Technique, causing the underground dragon under his seat to fear and hesitate just now during the sprint, causing him to be more seriously injured than the other side.

It's a powerful opponent! Toros burned a red flame on his body, and the face of man turned into the strongest form of battle of the great demon. The flame wrapped around the riding dragon, and suddenly removed the fear of the dragon running in the enclosure. Even people riding like a brilliant flame, once again facing the rushing black lightning.

PS: I came back a little early this afternoon, I promised to thank my book buddy, "Little Wolf Reborn," for adding more. I've been thinking about it, and now I'm trying to finish the second one, and later on, about 11 o'clock.