Chapter 528: The Demise of the Undead Race
On the north gate tower, all the core members of the Beacon Fire Territory were present.
Meng Yi, along with over 140 captains and 10,000 generals, stood solemnly on the steps and passageways on both sides of the city gate.
No one spoke; even their breathing was deliberately suppressed.
The air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere of an impending great battle, with only the rustling of the wind through the banners.
Lin Feng stood at the very front of the city tower, with the Wildfire Spear held upright beside him, and nine golden halos slowly swirling around him.
He looked up at the sky.
The sun was still hanging high in the sky, but the sunlight had turned an unnatural, dim yellow, as if something had sucked all the warmth away from behind.
"It's almost time."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden change occurred.
In the entire Nightmare World, except for Fenghuo Territory and Hangu Pass, which were shrouded in the internal ecological cycle of the Great Wall, all the skies darkened in an instant.
It wasn't a solar eclipse, nor was it dark clouds obscuring the sun; it was pure, absolute darkness.
Without the slightest transition, the afternoon sunlight was instantly wiped away, leaving not even a trace of moonlight.
The whole world seemed to be completely wrapped in a huge black cloth, plunging into a deathly eternal night.
The Great Wall, stretching across the heavens and the earth, now emitted a faint golden halo, like an insurmountable sacred dividing line.
Outside the city walls lies a bottomless abyss of nightmares; inside the city walls lies the last sanctuary of the Beacon Fire Territory.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, mechanical, yet soul-chilling, grand notification sound exploded in everyone's minds simultaneously.
【The dungeon seal has been lifted.】
【Dimension H5-307, Final Judgment (Sequence: EX-0001)... Officially Begins.】
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Easternmost Region, White Pagoda City.
A heavy, oppressive shadow of death hung over the isolated city like an impenetrable leaden cloud.
The undead army had completed its final encirclement. Outside the three city walls, the dark, dense skeleton army resembled an endless white ocean.
Each side was piled with more than 400,000 rotting skeletons, interspersed with more than 70,000 undead soldiers whose eyes burned with eerie green flames.
Hundreds of siege towers, tens of meters high, stood before the battle lines, like lurking beasts, silently awaiting the call to charge.
Ten miles west of Baitacheng, five hundred meters above the ground.
More than a hundred high-level undead warriors, including level 39 liches, bone dragons, and high-ranking death knights, were spreading out in a fan shape in the air, blocking all possible escape routes from White Tower City.
A thousand meters above them, four figures stood suspended in mid-air.
The Undead King Hel Shadow stood at the forefront, his Shadow King's robes billowing in the afternoon sun, nine golden halos slowly swirling around him, radiating a suffocating pressure.
Behind him, the three Lich Kings stood in a row, with Sazar in the front left and the other two on either side.
The Lich King Sazar's empty eye sockets gleamed with an eerie light as he looked down at the heavily fortified city of White Tower below, letting out a chilling, hoarse laugh.
"Your Majesty, the strongest human has already returned to the Antarctic Region. Although the Nightmare Clan's early unsealing was an accident, it does not affect the overall situation."
"Look at the defenses of White Tower City! They're holed up and won't come out; they clearly don't want to fight a decisive battle with our army here. White Tower City will surely fall within three days!"
Hel Shadow stared at the lonely city below, his tone unusually cold, devoid of any joy at the prospect of victory.
"Don't be careless. Since that strongest human was able to kill the sealed Demon King ahead of time, his strength has already exceeded my expectations. He is probably already level 49."
He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the cold wind.
"After conquering the Eastern Extreme Region, do not provoke him easily. Occupy as many peripheral territories as possible. By occupying these territories and gaining enough points by killing Nightmare Clan members, we can win this war."
At this point, Hel Shadow's voice carried an undisguised mockery: "That's the advantage of information asymmetry. Those idiots, the humans and orcs, mostly think that victory means unifying the Nightmare World. Haha, a bunch of fools!"
Upon hearing this, the three Lich Kings behind him also let out a sinister laugh.
However, just as their laughter subsided!
The sky changed color.
Without transition or gradual change, the sky instantly shifted from gray-blue to a deep darkness, as if the brightness knob of the entire world had been forcibly turned to the very bottom.
The outline of White Tower City vanished from sight in that instant; the city walls, towers, flags—everything went dark at the same time, leaving only a blurry outline floating on an even darker background.
Immediately afterwards, a cold, mechanical, and emotionless grand notification sound exploded deep within the minds of every deceased soul and every living being:
【Dimension H5-307, Final Judgment (Sequence: EX-0001)... Officially Begins.】
The smile on Hel Shadow's face froze instantly, then shattered into utter despair.
"Why is it EX-0001...why?!"
He looked up at the dark sky, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme anger and fear.
"These damned Nightmare Clan! You high and mighty scum! You treat all living beings like insects, even cutting off their last chance to live?"
A desperate laugh, filled with endless resentment, was forced from his throat: "The victor of this plane has already been decided! It's you Nightmare Clan! What hope do the other races have?"
"If you want to win, why don't you take the chessboard too? You yourselves are the ones giving orders, placing pieces, and deciding the outcome. With this kind of winning strategy, why bother summoning us? A bunch of despicable behind-the-scenes manipulators!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hel Shadow's body began to tremble violently.
Starting from his fingertips, he turned into specks of black ash, forcibly erased by an invisible force.
The three Lich Kings behind him didn't even have time to scream before they disintegrated and vanished completely into the world at the same instant.
In the final moment before his body completely vanished, a smile that was more hideous than crying and almost manic suddenly appeared on Hel Shadow's distorted face.
"It's not that there's no hope..."
He stared intently into the darkness, and with his last ounce of strength, uttered a vicious curse.
"Hypocritical Nightmare Clan... using a one in ten thousand chance to mask your arrogance! You treat all living beings as pawns, yet you delude yourself into thinking you can sit on the chessboard forever..."
"Dream on! You bunch of self-righteous scum... One day, you'll all be dragged down from your pedestals..."
Before he could finish speaking, he vanished into nothingness.
At the same time, the millions of undead troops surrounding White Tower City, along with hundreds of bone siege towers, vanished without a trace, as if erased from a painting by a giant eraser, without even having time to utter a wail.
There were no bodies, no remains, nothing was left.
There was only an empty wilderness, as if the monstrous undead calamity that had just blotted out the sky was nothing but an absurd illusion.