When the fifth Sacred Sword rose into the sky, the undead in the front row suddenly stopped. The necromancers and necromancers at the back were still anxiously urging the skeleton soldiers to move forward because their vision was blocked. The undead in the front and back rows collided with each other, and for a moment, the battlefield was in chaos.
Until someone let out a hoarse scream.
"Sacred Sword Annihilation!"
"Fall back, fall back!"
There was no need for the intelligent undead commanders to give orders. The tireless and fearless low-level undead seemed to be dominated by uneasiness for the first time. The soulfire in their sunken eye sockets flickered violently. The huge crusader executioners at the front row had begun to fall back. These skeletal behemoths, which were fifteen or sixteen feet tall, unreasonably crashed into the group of skeleton soldiers and archers at the back row. Their huge shins were like battering rams, sweeping the fragile undead down.
Then, the mid-level necromancers of Madara were horrified to find that they had lost contact with the low-level necromancers and the skeletons. They were shocked to see the sea of skeletons on the battlefield begin to retreat. The scene was even more terrifying and destructive than the scene of the human army retreating that they were familiar with.
Because there were more of them.
The necromancers and vampires at the back row were the first to be scattered. The noble vampire Knights, who had to maintain their elegance on the battlefield, had no choice but to give up their elegance at this moment. They turned into bats and flew away from the battlefield. Although they could barely suppress the uneasiness and fear in their hearts, they could not find a leader in the chaos. They could only scatter and fly in the direction of Her Majesty.
Then, the Black Knight was also affected. The noble dark nobles from the central region of the Sea of the Dying Moon were born in various noble families and territories. They were the proudest army of the undead army. Generally speaking, they were also the strongest in terms of combat power. They were not inferior to the liches and bone dragons.
However, the Black Knight's role on the battlefield came from the charge of the heavy Knights. Thanks to the characteristics of the undead, they were the only cavalry in the world that could charge like a wall. Hence, they were known as the Roman's Iron Curtain. But at this moment, this iron wall did not play any role in the face of thousands of retreating skeleton soldiers.
Just like the human Knights, these cold Knights who cherished their feathers also made the right choice at the first moment. They waved the long sabers in their hands and slowly retreated with their retainers and attendants.
When the Black Knight retreated, it basically announced the collapse of the undead line.
North of the Strait of Finhotos, the commander of the Pale Knights, Duke Barbarossa saw this scene from the periphery of the battlefield. His ghost-like face was full of worry. he looked up at the odd-shaped giant sword in the air. When the adjutant of the necromancer lord (who was also a high-grade necromancer) came to inquire him, the undead duke did not hesitate to order order to retreat..
Annihilation, the destruction of all things.
"Your Majesty … W-what should we do …" Isaac's mouth was agape. Although he was a human, the muscles on his bald head were loose and pale. His eyes were sunken and his limbs were withered, making him look more like a skeleton than a skeleton.
He did not expect the queen to answer his question. The supreme one of Madara turned her head and glanced at him. He found that the cold eyes of the other party were shining with fanaticism.
"Your … Your Majesty?"
"Do you know how the Dark Prophecy described this scene?"
"I …"
The queen smiled coldly.
"When Duke Balakirevo sent you here, did he tell you that you can never go back?"
"Your Majesty, no —" Isaac's eyes widened. He saw the queen put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. His body became light, and the scene in front of him quickly receded.
"Ah —" The master of undead alchemy let out a scream and fell from the high platform. With a light crack, countless spears pierced through his body.
Isaac jerked up like a dying fish. He opened his mouth, and black blood spurted out.
Sophie looked coldly in this direction and turned around.
No one on the battlefield noticed this scene.
All the undead lords stared motionlessly at the Holy Sword Destruction that rose slowly in the air. Although many of them had never heard of this Holy Sword, it was a natural feeling as if they were facing their natural enemy. Fear poured out from the depths of their hearts.
The strong-willed liches were fine, but most of the undead lords who used to be warriors even collapsed to the ground.
Then the dark Knight began to retreat. The skeletal warhorses they were sitting on knelt on the ground one by one, throwing them out of the saddle. A few unlucky ones even broke their necks. Although it was not a big deal for the undead, it was enough to make the scene chaotic.
The Lord of Darkness had descended.
It would dominate everything.
A circle of black ripples spread out from the Holy Sword Destruction in all directions. The undead on the battlefield suddenly fell to the ground. Their bodies did not suffer any damage, but the Soul Fire in their eye sockets had long been extinguished.
Tens of millions of Soul Fires floated up from the battlefield and flew towards the pitch-black Holy Sword in the air.
The Pale Poem described it like this:
'The beginning,
A world born from thoughts,
The beginning of everything,
The world was in chaos,
Water and wind, fire and lightning surrounded everything.
Then creatures were born from the water,
Multiplied on the earth,
Blessed by the wind,
Endowed with wisdom by fire,
Martha said a name — — Nana Yinta.
Light, darkness, wind, water, fire, earth,
The six elements surrounded this world,
The original Laws of Nature formed another 14,000 Gods.
Grasping all of this,
It was done.
— — Pale Poem, The Book of Beginnings
One of the Gods was in charge of the Kingdom of the Dead at the end of all life. It was Hela, the God of the Underworld. Legend had it that when Hela fell, the authority of the Underworld was lost to the world. It was divided into three parts. The most important part, the Mercury Staff, was lost on the earth and established an eternal kingdom.
But in the legend passed down from generation to generation in Madara, Hela would eventually return and take back the authority of the Underworld. When that day came, it would be the Sabbath of the undead's eternal rest.
Now.
The Lord of the Kingdom of the Dead had returned to the world.
Almost all the undead felt the resurrection of the Underworld Dragon Hela at this moment. It was in the sky, and the seventeen stars that made up it were shining brightly. Long before the Year of the Lord (Chaos 327), this constellation had already collapsed in the void.
And at this moment, in the dark purple sky of Fenhotos, it was side by side with the War Dragon. In the sky thirty-five degrees north of Alphonse, the God of Fury, it formed the shape of a black rose.
The light of the seventeen stars fell on Brando's body.
"Seventeen satellites, Hela is only a God with secondary authority … Why does it have its authority?"
Fusia looked up and muttered to herself.
In the void outside the Elemental Boundary.
Two people and a wolf reached a final agreement.
"Hela is the daughter of Loki and Anboda. Her existence that day was part of the plan to tell the dead. The first generation of arbitrators planned these seventeen satellites and designated its secondary authority because rebooting the world was never the first choice of the ancestors. Martha wants us to remember that it is always the last and most helpless way —"
Sophie looked at the fluorescent atmosphere and said quietly.
"Now the authority of the Ring of Nibelungen walks on the earth. He is the last King of this era, and you and he will be the two existences with the highest authority in this era, just like the first generation of ancestors and Martha. And now, you must decide the fate of this world together."
"Of course I understand." As if something had happened before, Échis looked a little weak. His huge body became illusory and translucent like Haku's previous state. "He will also understand this. The era of mortals can't be established in one era. At least we have learned enough lessons and experience this time. One day, maybe it will really succeed —"
She shook her head. "Although I don't think so."
"You have to be firm in your beliefs, Échis," Haku replied with a frown.
"It's Lady Martha," Sophie said quietly.
"I don't need you to tell me that. The moment I assimilated with it, I became one with the order of this world," Échis replied proudly. "This assimilation itself wasn't her replacing me, nor was it me replacing her. I know she left some tricks behind, but I won't bother about it. But you, little elf, what did you leave behind in Nucleus Fourteen? Why can't I enter?"
"Nucleus Fourteen is Helene's domain. It is the most mysterious domain in this world. Even Martha is not the ruler of all things. You are the one who created them, but you are not a dictator." Haku replied flatly.
Sophie turned around and looked at her.
"Hmph, I won't bother with you. At least you keep your word."
"I didn't expect you to admit it. Well, since we have reached an agreement, it's your turn to fulfill your promise." Haku said.
Échis narrowed her eyes and looked at the faintly glowing continent of Wohnde. "You still won't give up?"
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Is this how you treat the mother of all things, little elf?"
"I will only admit it when you fulfill your promise."
Échis chuckled.
She suddenly stood up, and her enormous body slowly stretched out in the void. She turned her head and silently glanced behind the Realm Crystal Wall. Then, she raised her head.
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