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On the bloody battlefield, the Undead King Guer had recovered to his peak power. The green soul fire in his empty eye sockets was even stronger than the last time Laing saw him.
On the other side was the world's first vampire, the Blood Ancestor of the Lemia family, Blood Queen Nefrata.
Laing knew that he had to face these two enemies at the same time. Otherwise, if either of them rushed into the battle formation that the expedition army was struggling to hold on, the battle line would be broken, and the undead would win the battle.
Then, come on! Laing clenched the hammer and sword in his hands and accepted the challenge.
At this time, he could only rely on himself!
The gray knight's genetic prototype and the Brittany Knight King finally decided to unleash their power completely. The shining light blue psionic shield completely wrapped Laing in it. Psionic lightning surrounded Mjolnir, crackling. The silver flame burned more vigorously on Nemesis, full of legendary power.
He was going to fight two people at once.
"I am the holy hammer, the emperor's blade, the light that pierces the darkness." Laing chanted the emperor's holy words. Psionic power swept through his body, and behind him, the illusion of a sharp sword in the book rose.
It seemed that some ancient supreme power had begun to awaken.
The power of subspace gathered around the gray knight's body, and the power was endless.
Under the lightning and hellish scene, in the ancestral hall of the dwarves, the epic duel began!
Nefrata's attack was so fast that even Laing's eyes could not keep up with the attack speed of Lemia's Blood Ancestor. The dagger and claws in her hand formed a black and red blood net, and she kept attacking Laing's neck and chest, trying to tear Laing into pieces.
Her claws kept hitting Laing's psionic shield, and the blade of Nemesis and the dagger in Nefrata's hand kept fighting back and forth. It was like a sad elegy, telling the story of the epic battle was coming to an end.
On the other side, Guer's attack was like a storm, bombarding Laing's defense. The sawtooth on the blade of the black axe flashed with blood red light. Guer swung the axe directly toward Laing's head. As soon as Mjolnir blocked Guer's attack, Nefrata's attack immediately came. Laing repeatedly blocked Guer's attack until Nefrata's figure rushed forward like a phantom. The dagger in her hand turned into two light shadows and went straight for Laing's throat!
"This is the end of you when you go against me!" Nefrata's entire body turned crimson in her frenzy. Her entire body was filled with the power of blood. Jul had already blocked Leon's path of retreat. This time, she was going to kill Leon!
"Blink!" Laing silently chanted. His figure suddenly burst into hundreds of light blue fragments and disintegrated in the air. Nefrata's determined attack missed. She was almost hit by Guer's attack. Blood Ancestor Lemia hurriedly lowered her head and dodged the sawtooth blade of the black axe. She angrily tried to find where Laing was. How did he, a knight, learn the mage's teleportation spell?
"I am the Emperor's Light of Judgment!" At this time, Laing had already appeared behind Nefrata. He raised Mjolnir, and the surging thunder turned into a violent torrent of lightning that hit Nefrata's body. Blood Ancestor Lemia was hit directly by the torrent of lightning. Even someone as strong as Nefrata roared in pain and was forced to retreat. Many burn marks appeared on her skin, and her dress was also torn into ashes by the lightning. Blood Ancestor Lemia could not get up for a while. Her whole body was burned by Laing's psionic lightning, so she had to temporarily kneel on one knee and concentrate on expelling the lightning that entangled her.
"I am the Purifying Flame of Evil!" The gray knight geno prototype's other hand raised Nemesis, and the silver torrent of fire also rolled toward Guer. The scary silver flame evaporated all the dead and undead creatures in its path. Guer did not dare to take it directly, so he immediately ran away. The silver flame bombarded the pile of bodies in the ancestral hall and blew up a big hole with black smoke rising.
"Oh!" Nefrata looked at Knight King, who was surrounded by thunder and fire, in disbelief. She could not believe that Blood Ancestor Lemia and Guer, the chosen warrior of the four gods of chaos, together could not take down Laing.
Nefrata screamed and finally expelled the psionic lightning that was attached to her. She and Guer attacked Laing again. Laing's body was surrounded by lightning and fire, as well as a special halo. He was fighting Guer and Nefrata again.
Nefrata's face gradually became serious. She had seen this halo on Abo Wallace and Vashanesh, who was also known as Vlad.
At the same time, the griffin Empris and Nefrata's Fear Beast were fighting at the top of the ancestral hall. The lightning from Empris' mouth and the sulfur flame from the Fear Beast's mouth collided. The two giant beasts fought in the air.
In the middle of the battlefield, two black and red phantoms and a green light were fighting with shadows. Almost no one could see what was going on, but the king's bravery had obviously greatly boosted the morale of the army. It also made Nefrata unable to take care of and command the war. The attack of the dead had slowed down, and the expedition army finally gradually stabilized the front line.
Above the hellish scene of the ancestral hall, Uruk, the Ghost King of Straga, rode on the nightmarish Fear Beast and began to swoop down. The giant beast had its eyes on Kalad. Uruk had long regarded the Holy Grail Knight who had slain seven or eight vampires as the best reward for itself. This time, it appeared because it had received a promise from Nefrata. "Silverpeak Mountain can help you rebuild your lost Empire."
But it had obviously chosen the wrong target this time.
When the Fear Beast swooped down on Kalad, Kalad was already prepared. He turned around and swung Durandale. The sharp edge of the sword, which was burning with flames and exuding the light of the Lake God, directly pierced the Fear Beast's face and swept forward along the impact. Shattered teeth and skull fragments flew everywhere. With just one blow, the giant Fear Beast began to disintegrate. The power of the Lake God was the nemesis of necromancy. When Uruk tried to control the Fear Beast, the magic supporting its dead body had been completely shattered by Durandale, and the Fear Beast automatically disintegrated.
Uruk lost control and fell to the ground. The Ghost King of Straga struggled to get up, intending to issue a knight's challenge to Kalad. It desperately searched for its white glove. To its delight, Kalad seemed to understand its challenge and was walking towards it.
In a panic, it finally found its white glove. But before it could officially issue a challenge, Kalad's sword arrived. Durandale chopped off the dirty cloth and the Ghost King of Straga's head. Although Kalad didn't quite understand why the Ghost King of Straga didn't resist, it didn't stop Kalad from finishing it off with a single strike. After that, he focused his attention on other things.
The Ghost King of Straga's head rolled into the distance with an expression of disbelief. It rolled to the side of a pair of high heels. The owner of the high heels, a white-haired female vampire, held a thin sword in her hand and revealed her figure in the sea of corpses. She was the head of the Lemia Sisterhood and the deputy of Nefrata, Emmantec.
She had just killed two Expeditionary Knights.
Kalad didn't say a word. The Holy Grail Knight waved Durandale and began another duel with the female vampire.
The attacks of the Lemia Vampires were still fierce. They tried to crush any resistance. These beautiful and slender vampires left flesh and blood everywhere they went. Only the strongest of the Holy Grail Knights could stop them.
Baron Vaz, who led the entire halberd battalion, was still fighting a bloody battle. He felt that he could barely lift his arms. But the Baron's attitude was so resolute that none of the soldiers of the halberd battalion ran away. They mustered their last bit of strength to face the strong enemy and hold the line.
"Hold on, soldiers!" Lopes, who was covered in wounds, waved his halberd and shouted with a hoarse voice, "Today is a good day to die for a righteous cause!"
"It's going to die!" The halberd soldiers responded to their beloved Baron.
The undead would not be so easily shaken. After groups of skeleton warriors were defeated one after another, Lopes and his halberd battalion finally welcomed the powerful tomb guards. These silent and powerful undead army used heavy weapons and halberds to break through the halberd formation formed by Lopes. The hundreds of halberd soldiers who formed the halberd formation were slaughtered.
Baron Lopes fought until the very end. He brandished his halberd and chopped down two barren tomb guards with all his might. His body was pierced by several rusty halberds, causing him to bleed profusely. Before he died, he cursed the undead. Then, a giant axe chopped his head off from his neck.
Lopes, who had followed Laing for close to 20 years, died just like that. He did not even have a last word.
The Old Guard's Ranger Knight, Commander of the Longbow Company, Deniz, also died in battle. His scimitar was knocked away by a female vampire, Lemia. Before he could pick up his weapon, his chest was pierced by a dagger. Before he died, Deniz punched the female vampire in the face. The furious Lemia threw Deniz into a group of ghouls. The hungry ghouls quickly tore this respectable Old Guard into pieces and devoured him. Not even his bones were left.
This Old Guard, who had once risked his life to advise Laing during the Battle of Knights in the Arden Forest, also died on the battlefield.
The second Ranger Knight, Amedei, also died in battle. This Old Guard had participated in every battle after Laing arrived in Brittany. He had made outstanding contributions. He was cut in half by a tomb guard.
No one retreated. The bloody war was still going on.
The Dwarves were still fighting, and Belegar was still waving his Hammer of Angran. The King of the Eight Peaks smashed one enemy after another. Even the female Vampires who rushed in front of him could only end up with a grievance. Valaya's divine power supported the Dwarves, and Belegar was still holding on. His tired muscles had been injected with new strength by the Mother Goddess of the Dwarves. This allowed the Dwarves to hold on.
The Gate of Valaya had been completely opened. The Dwarven Rune Craftsman, Stroud, was in a trance. In the illusion, the Goddess of Valaya personally taught the Rune Craftsman the master runes that had been lost for thousands of years. The power of the Ancestral Goddess blessed the Dwarves and gave them endless power. Stroud kept singing the rune hymn. The lost, forgotten, and vague passages were all clearly imprinted in his mind.
When the last part of the hymn ended, Stroud was officially promoted to Rune Master and Rune Lord.
The blue light of Valaya's master-level rune once again resounded throughout the field, and all the dwarves once again enjoyed the power of the Mother Goddess. Their exhaustion was once again completely expelled, and their injuries were healed once again. More importantly, some more powerful force began to firmly protect the dwarves.
Lemia's Vampires realized that the Dwarves were harder to deal with. Their armor had become harder and almost indestructible. Their magic was also starting to lose its effectiveness against the Dwarves. The ancient Vampires' magic was dispelled by Valaya's power. Even the Skeleton Corps and the Graveyard Guards were starting to become sluggish. Lemia's Sisterhood had no choice but to focus all their magic on controlling the Undead.
Master Valaya's runes shone brightly, illuminating the darkness in the hall. Stroud, the Sincere, was filled with unparalleled anger. He swung his hammer and guided the wind of magic. He poured all his anger and power into his rune hammer. The shining light made the undead tremble uncontrollably. Then, Stroud's rune hammer heavily fell on the Doomsday Anvil.
"Crawl!"
The full-strength strike of the Rune Master dwarven was like thunder, shaking the underground tunnels and the mountains on the surface. Seven or eight violent lightning bolts shot out, tearing and piercing through the undead and the undead. Two Lemia's vampires were hit by the lightning balls. Their souls and bodies were burned to ashes on the spot. The chain of lightning exploded among the Lemia's graveyard guards, blasting a dozen of them into pieces on the spot.
"Die for me!"
Another heavy blow. The doomsday anvil was so hot that it glowed white. A dozen lightning bolts shot out from it and almost destroyed the entire Lemia's graveyard guards. The army that Lemia's sisters had painstakingly accumulated for thousands of years was almost wiped out.
The pressure was relieved. The excited roars of the expeditionary army spread through the broken ancestral hall. It also affected Laing, Gul, and Nefrata who were fighting.
In the midst of lightning, flames, and blood, Laing was fighting against Nefrata and Gul at the same time.
Laing's body was still protected by his psionic shield. Although there were many wounds on his armor and body, the Knight King showed no signs of being defeated. He held a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other, fighting against Gul and Nefrata at the same time with unparalleled pride and strength. His figure flashed back and forth on the battlefield, preventing Nefrata and Gul from completely suppressing him. Nefrata's sharp Lemia dagger was full of peanut-sized holes caused by Nemesis. Every time Gul's giant axe and Thor's hammer clashed, psionic lightning would flash again and again, lighting up the battlefield.
Black smoke was rising from Gul's red Baroque armor. The Undead King's black axe kept spinning like a whirlwind. Laing, who had been fighting hard for several hours, was a little tired. He kept blocking Gul's attacks and counterattacking at the same time. Thor's hammer bombarded Gul's Baroque armor, causing the Undead King to stagger. Then, psionic energy flashed in Laing's eyes. "I am the decree of the Emperor!"
The psionic energy from the void formed a shining psionic stagnation force field that surrounded Gul. The power contained in the force field was so strong that even the Undead King could not break free from the control of the force field for the time being. He was controlled.
However, Laing did not have the slightest chance to take a breather. Nefrata had already rushed over from the other side. Bloodlord Lamia released a series of terrifying ancient spells, but they were all blocked by Laing's psionic shield. The light of psionic energy and the blood of the undead collided. The battle between the Knight King and the Bloody Queen resonated with each other on the battlefield.
The battle between Laing and Nefrata was like a beautiful waltz. It was so perfect that if either side made a little mistake, they would die immediately. However, the battle still continued. When Laing's blade pierced into Nefrata's shoulder, causing great damage to the Bloody Queen, Nefrata frantically reached out her hand to grab the hilt of the sword. Laing could not pull out Nemesis for a moment.
Behind Laing, Gul had already broken free from the shackles of the stagnation force field. He swung his giant axe and chopped down hard. The black axe finally shattered the psionic shield and tore open the plate armor on Laing's back. Blood splattered everywhere.
As a counterattack, Laing pulled out Nemesis and immediately swung Mjolnir at Gul's chest. A part of Gul's chest armor was dented, and the Undead King was directly knocked to the ground by this blow.
"I am the Sickle of the Emperor's Judgment!" Laing roared angrily. He once again used his psionic power. A light blue psionic chain suddenly appeared on Gul's body. The chain circled around the Undead King, and then, under Laing's will, it immediately connected and tied up Nefrata's body. Psionic power poured in, and Gul and Nefrata flew up. Their bodies uncontrollably collided in the air. Then, Laing's psionic thought smashed the two powerful enemies together into a distant wall like a battering ram. An exquisite mural depicting Grimnir slaying a dragon was smashed into pieces.
After doing all this, Laing also knelt on one knee and gasped for breath. Although Gul's attack was much weaker after breaking through the psionic shield and armor, and did not hurt Laing's spine, with the many previous wounds, Laing was almost at his limit.
"Seriously chivalrous idiot, stubborn and stupid dwarf!" Nefrata could feel the wound on her shoulder eroding her perfect body. The Bloody Queen stood up from the ruins and tidied her skirt. She roared angrily, "What are you still holding on for? Your army has suffered heavy casualties, and your god has abandoned you. No one cares about your life anymore, Knight! "
"Maybe." Laing knelt on one knee and used his warhammer to support his body. Knight King's tattered cloak fluttered in the sudden cold wind of the tunnel. He suddenly smiled. "But I have something that you don't."
"What do you have?" Nefrata roared angrily.
"Hope always exists!" Laing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Knight King stood up again shakily.
High up in the ancestral hall, the Fearsome Beast, whose body was smoking, fell from the sky. The Griffin Empris proudly stepped on Nefrata's mount and roared triumphantly.
At the same time, a melodious bugle call came from the entrance of the ancestral hall. It was the bugle call of the ancient Nicohalla Dynasty.
"What?" Nefrata heard the bugle call and her expression changed drastically.
The first to appear at the entrance of the ancestral hall was a group of ghostly knights riding on giant metal snakes. They were all wearing the armor of the ancient Nicohalla Desert Dynasty. Groups of Necropolis Knights appeared from the shadows.
One by one, the Necropolis Legions marched into the battlefield. Accompanying them were the legendary Ushabit Beasts of the Nicohalla Dynasty. They were lined up neatly. The Necropolis Prince at the front held up a large flag with a green skull on a white background and a cobra on it.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, the Queen of the Necropolis, Supreme Queen Khalidar, the ruler of the Libalas Palace, appeared from the darkness. Beside her stood the Dark Elf Olica.
"Libalas Legion!" Nefrata's voice was filled with fear and hatred. "Are you here for revenge? Khalidar?! "
"I've finally found you, my dear cousin." Khalidar's voice was cruel and heartless. It did not sound like a greeting between cousins at all.
Laing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
It was time for the Huntress to appear!
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