Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 201 The King of Subjugation
The death knights who ride nightmare beasts and whose bodies are burning with black flames each have combat power comparable to that of the Construct Knights.

They wore hideous armor, and the brilliance of the inscriptions could be clearly seen on the dark metal surface. It symbolizes death itself, so naturally it will not be afraid of death.

"Why are there so many?" Deyolan couldn't understand.

In fact, death knights are just one type of soldier that Big Tomb can mass-produce.

As long as a suitable corpse is injected with soul, it can be transformed into a knight or nightmare beast at any time.

As for the inscribed equipment, as long as the undead blacksmiths work tirelessly, it is only a matter of time before the quantity is accumulated.

In terms of group combat, the human knights will have more advantages.

Although death knights do not have the emotion of fear, they also lack normal thinking ability and find it difficult to adapt flexibly. As long as the human construct knights use battle formations under the leadership of the knight commander, they will have an absolute advantage.

The steel torrent of life and death collided head on.

The human coalition forces easily opened a gap for the Death Knight, and the seemingly terrifying undead army was easily torn apart like pieces of paper.

"A meaningless death..." Anux commented coldly.

The mage group has long since disappeared.

The results of a round of coverage strikes are quite impressive.

Crypt Lord Anux once again launched the Ice Domain, and countless ice spikes fell from the sky covering the battlefield. Wherever the roaring ice storm passed, the Constructed Knights fell on their backs.

Wait until you reach the position of the shaped cannon. Only scattered crystal cannons were seen scattered in the open space, and the barrels turned orange due to the high temperature...

Dazzling balls of light rose one after another, falling one after another into the black wave of the undead.

The huge god of death led the fear demons flying in the sky to rush towards the direction of the light ball.

The large-scale departure of the human knights, weapons and spells of mass destruction finally came into use.

It's a pity that the so-called separation is just wishful thinking. The human marshal who lost his horse charged towards the insect general.

However, the real trouble is the Skeleton Lord hiding in the darkness. He is constantly summoning powerful undead to join the battle. Liches, bone dragons, and fully armed skeleton guards walked out of the Bone Gate. Including those who died in the battle will become part of the undead wave...

"Let's go! Try to ensure that you have enough strength, I will stop..." Deyolan gave the final order.

Under the cover of the Death Knight Legion, the two legendary lords of the underground tombs were able to give full play to their threats and attacks on the human coalition forces, which was enough to even out the gap caused by the battle formation!
The Holy Domain spellcasters of the Mages and the Council of Stars were blocked by two other legendary lords of the Great Underground Tomb.

The rising mushroom cloud diverted the attention of all legendary lords.

In just three to five rounds, the blue-green halberd cut off Deyolan's body, and the flying blood condensed into a beautiful ice sculpture.

Blood Count Lilith launched the blood domain with all her strength, and the twenty-meter-tall blood giant rose from the ground to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the spellcasters head-on. The elite vampire brides under his command have all gained immortality in the realm of blood.

The shaped energy cannon shows unparalleled strength!
The energy impact that cannot be measured by temperature will inevitably cause severe damage even to the legendary strong man who resists head-on.

The intervention of the legendary lord of the underground tomb instantly turned the tide of the battle.

The huge god of death just screamed, and the knights fainted and fell to the ground. It felt like their consciousness had collapsed. The knights who could barely hold on had splitting headaches.

The enemies are endless throughout. The fighting lasted from noon to dusk. The coalition forces are like an isolated island surrounded by a sea of ​​undead. With the withdrawal of the Star Council, it was time to make a decision.

The defeat of the human coalition forces meant the fall of Falan City, the capital city. The once prosperous city with a population of nearly half a million people was almost completely reduced to an empty city before the arrival of the undead tide.

The undead army that kept advancing all the way stopped for the first time. In accordance with the Supreme Being's request, there was no deliberate destruction of the city or massacre of residents unable to escape.

The undead are too insensitive and boring, and the Primal Red is ready to play the ruler's game. Whether it is literature, music, art and other arts, or the resistance of the ignorant and fearless weak, they are all very good side projects. Blind killing and destruction will not bring fun...

"Then let's build a new country...a country of art dominated by the undead! The name will be called Aranti Poetry!" She even thought of a name.

Deliberately stopping the rhythm of the attack and waiting for humans to accumulate the remaining strength.

The next decisive battle will determine the ownership of the country!

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The retreating Construct Knights disappeared from sight. The flying white dragon flies across the sky. On the surface, the advantage is on our side, but it is difficult for people to feel at ease.

"Sister, you must win!" Isadel prayed silently in her heart.

Returning to the main hall of the palace, Isador saw her father sitting slumped on the throne.

A man who was originally quite high-spirited suddenly seemed to have aged twenty years, and his cheeks were covered with wrinkles, like an old man entering his twilight years.

"You are back...my daughter..."

"Father, please let me accompany you..."

"Isadere, have you ever hated me? Used you as a political bargaining chip and traded you to other countries?"

"I don't know, but... the current result is not bad for me..."

The father and daughter had a brief exchange, and the hall fell into silent silence.

time flies!
Getting closer and closer to the judgment of fate...

Perhaps there is still a chance to leave now, but Tionas chose to sit on the throne.

As the Constructed Knights arrived at the front line, the live broadcast began on the live broadcast.

The military capabilities of both sides were evenly matched, and it should have been an evenly matched battle.

It's a pity that no one has the consciousness to truly shed blood and sacrifice. The coalition forces were defeated step by step in the face of the waves of the undead, and it seemed that the situation was over.

Tionas laughed miserably and stood up unsteadily from his throne.

All his efforts proved to be in vain.

"Why! It will be my country..."

"How unfair fate is..."

"I don't want to be the king of the country's subjugation."

Tionas staggered up to his daughter Isadel, staring at her perfect face with bloodshot eyes: "My good daughter, please promise me one thing, treat it as my last willfulness..."

"Father, please speak." Isadel bowed deeply in a standard manner.

"Inherit the throne, from now on, you will be the queen of Elantishi! Lead the country to survive, or be completely destroyed..." Tionas said in a depressed and heavy tone.

"Father, the position of king is more suitable for the brothers." Isadel quickly refused.

"They have left the royal capital early and are deemed to have automatically given up their inheritance qualifications..."

(End of this chapter)