The lord is red again.

Chapter 525 Ring...God
The stars appear blurry in the dark night sky, like oil paint splashed with water.

King Iron Sword, standing on the city wall, felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He took off his armor and wore only a pair of trousers. The muscles on his arms were strong, and his chest was as hard as a mountain ridge, rising and falling with his breathing. In fact, without armor, the Iron Sword King looked like he had lost his "human" appearance. His body shape was similar to that of a human, but his spine looked very scary with layers of spine like thick scales.

The Sword Demon is the god believed in by this country. When the Rand Kingdom swept across the entire Xilu Continent, the Tiejian Kingdom was able to firmly hold this land, which is enough to show how powerful the Sword Demon is.

The undead living in the Iron Sword Kingdom are also different from other undead. They are not valued and are oppressed. Even if they try to resist, it is meaningless. The gap in top strength has already firmly controlled the undead.

The Sword Demon was very generous in creating many heroic-level masters. His side had heroic and even epic-level masters. In contrast, the undead could only "get higher", and they followed the Sword Demon's path, and would never be able to obtain subsequent heroic-level potions.

Numbers are meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Bang!
My sight caught a glimpse of a beam of light swaying under the starlight, flying up from the ground, then slanting towards the sky, like a meteor rising in reverse.

boom--!
The exploding ball of light crackled, and the dazzling light seemed to dye the darkness where it was located with brilliant colors.

King Iron Sword's expression suddenly turned serious. The undead were attacking... again?
"Enemy attack!"

The trumpets were blown, and the army guarding the royal city began to move.

The undead have never really taken action on a large scale, but no matter when they take action, King Iron Sword feels it is very reasonable.

"But do you really think you can fight against me?"

King Iron Sword quickly put on his armor.

The war has begun, and it's time for someone to shed some blood for his or her unwise behavior.

Being immortal doesn't mean there's nothing we can do to them.

"Someone should feel the pain of immortality again."

King Iron Sword led his powerful men to rush out, and there was a flashing white light in the sky, illuminating the way forward for them.

Failed sneak attack.

He evaluated the irrationality of the undead in his heart. When there was a huge gap in strength, attacking quietly was the most rational choice. However, the undead seemed to never understand this truth.

Red flames came, one after another, blazing flames tore through the darkness, and in an instant turned into brilliant flaming meteors, like the embers of a volcanic eruption. Although their power was not enough to change the world, it was definitely not magic that a "superior wizard" could cast.

Hundreds of undead wizards might be able to release mixed magic of this power, but King Iron Sword was certain that it was definitely just one magic, not magic released by hundreds of wizards working together.

boom!
A "meteor" as big as a human head hit the area, and King Iron Sword's face turned red in the light of the fire.

He casually slapped the meteor away, and the explosion engulfed his figure. The flying dust obscured his vision, and the next moment he strode out wearing damaged armor.

"A wizard of heroic rank!" King Iron Sword had a serious expression on his face.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
A series of explosions sounded from the rear camp. Fortunately, except for a dozen men at the beginning who failed to react and were knocked over by the explosions, the rest of the heroic-level warriors all took action.

A magical resistance barrier was overhead, making the falling meteors seem to hit a fluctuating invisible mirror.

There were also figures carrying swords who leaped out in big strides, used their bodies to collide with the flames, and detonated the meteors in the air in advance.

The flying sparks engulfed the team below like a red rainstorm.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

Everyone in the Proud Blood Sand Guild sharpened their knives, and they began to charge after receiving the signal.

But I got confused just halfway through.

"Fuck, what skill?"

An ordinary wizard takes a long time to make a fireball.

A high-level wizard can cast fireballs faster and occasionally throw out a not-so-high wall of fire.

Hero wizard, meteor shower, one person is stronger than hundreds of undead. Not only does he have a fast chanting speed and strong spell damage, but he also has a huge attack range.

The people who were halfway through the rush looked at the robed figure floating in the air holding a staff, with an uncontrollable strong desire in their eyes.

Someone couldn't help but say: "Master, this is the answer to the eternal version."

The floating figure landed on the ground and directly took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

There were three figures following him, one wearing heavy armor and holding a shield, one carrying a big sword, and the other one was no longer an ordinary person, his whole body was at least 70% mechanized.

"We agreed on it before." The undead man whose body was 70% mechanized said, "The boss belongs to us."

President Aoxue Kuangsha couldn't help but ask, "The Sword Demons of the Iron Sword Kingdom are very powerful, and their health bars are over 10. Are you four going to attack?"

"Then leave it alone."

There is nothing much to say between them, who are at the forefront of the version update, and the small guild members who are still stuck at level 20.

The other party reminded: "After the melee, you can go in and pick the weak ones or clean up the battlefield. Just like what I said before, the quick hand will get the slow hand, sweep up the spoils by yourselves, and leave the powerful ones to us."

"The elite monsters are coming!" The undead holding the shield suddenly spoke up to remind.

Brown lightning was coming towards this side quickly along the ground. The undead man carrying a big sword on his back grasped the sword with both hands, jumped up and took the initiative to meet it.

The two figures, one of thunder and one of fire, collided, causing shock waves to press on the ground and penetrate the surface and extend downwards. Everyone felt the ground twisting restlessly, and the huge earthquake caused a thick cloud of dust to rise from the ground.

The weaker undead had to try their best to stand firm in this attack.

The sword wind swept through and the air began to whistle.

The surrounding air seemed to be stirred into a sticky paste by countless invisible swords, twisting clockwise. The chaotic energy fluctuations made it impossible for the weaker undead to even use their own strength.

A group of heroes started a war, and the one at the top wasn't even a background board.

The members of the Proud Blooded Sand Guild were fighting with the enemies of the Iron Sword Kingdom. It was a huge melee with high-end combat power, and no formation or coordination was needed.

The wizard holding the staff made a bow-drawing gesture, and the magic element arrow quickly spun to condense in front of the staff. As he let go, the soldiers who were besieging their comrades in front of him were knocked down with a "whoosh".

Someone else noticed him and used magic to severely injure him.

Both sides were injured. The immortals fought more fiercely and their injuries were more serious. Immortality is their asset.

A beam of light suddenly shot from the ground to the sky, spread out in mid-air, and turned into a semicircular cover that enveloped the battlefield. The undead on the battlefield suddenly found that their injuries were healing rapidly.

After a few breaths, the health bar was full, and the injury just suffered seemed like a completely unimportant illusion. If it weren't for the reduced durability of the equipment - that is, being destroyed and the blades of the weapons being bent, they would have mistakenly thought that they were under an illusion.

"Fuck, this is so cool."

"Having a wet nurse is invincible!"

"Kill!"

The Iron Sword Kingdom was equally unwilling to be outdone. They did not have any heroic wizards who were good at large-scale healing magic, but the injuries they suffered in the war made them manic. One by one, the heroic warriors tore off their armor, and their spines pierced through their skin with a bloody sound, like spike-shaped dragons, with their bones shaking and crackling, turning into "little sword demons."

They rushed into the undead, causing blood and limbs to fly everywhere.

The Proud and Crazy Sand Dragon King felt dizzy, his body spinning uncontrollably and flying outward, he was knocked out of the battlefield, fire, lightning, collisions, etc. passed by him rapidly.

With a thud, his body fell to the ground.

"There are still 3 drops of blood. Damn, paralyzed, deafened, dying..." There are too many negative states. The worst thing is that he can't die in a short period of time, but he can't move. He was thrown out of the battlefield, and it is difficult for his teammates to help kill him.

The fighting in front is still going on. It is very difficult for the four-man team to fight against a group of "humanoid sword demons" from the Iron Sword Kingdom. Even if there is a nurse who recovers blood crazily, they will be killed instantly if they are not careful.

He saw it clearly and knew that he definitely couldn't hold on any longer!

The reinforcements are unreliable. Even if these people can really defeat the enemies led by King Iron Sword, they cannot win against the powerful Sword Demon. I don't know why they are so confident.

Suddenly the ground began to tremble, as if something was about to come out from the ground. A magic circle appeared out of thin air on the ground, and purple magic light flickered, as if an invisible giant hand was quickly drawing a circular magic circle on the ground.

The moment the magic circle took shape, a beam of light gushed out from the ground at an extremely fast speed. If you didn't pay attention, you might think it was just a meteor, but the Proud Blood Crazy Sand Dragon King saw clearly that the beam of light did not disappear directly, but hit the air.

The air became scorching hot, and arcs of condensed magical power flickered, as if something was flowing through it.

Soon after, another beam of light appeared. This time, it disappeared a little slower, but in people's eyes, it still just "flashed" for a moment and then disappeared.

The light flashes faster and faster.

Until a stable column of light is finally formed.

"Someone?"

Figures appeared one after another in the light column, and their number increased. They appeared out of thin air in the light column and strode out.

They are all undead of heroic rank!
This scene made the Proud and Crazy Sand Dragon King's mouth dry and his heart pounding, just like a desperate warrior welcoming his powerful external reinforcement, his heart experienced violent ups and downs in an instant.

"Won."

Even though we only opened champagne at halftime, we were sure to win.

A large number of heroic undead poured into the battlefield, and the battle became one-sided.

……

The Iron Sword King, who was only wearing trousers, was breathing rapidly. His right hand was holding a one-handed sword with a bent blade. His body was covered with dense wounds, some caused by magic and some by hacking.

He didn't understand why the undead suddenly became so powerful overnight and why the undead, who had always been thought to be unable to break through the heroic level, appeared in large numbers.

The attack came again amid the howling of the storm. The undead were like hyenas that had been hungry for many days, and they launched a siege on the "little sword demons" who were still able to breathe.

King Iron Sword took a breath of air mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Dead, all of them!

Those damned undead were even chatting away.

Now the only one he could rely on was a powerful being.

"Those who serve the sword call out your name! The great sword demon Magnus!"

He called out loudly, but strangely, the undead who had been attacking frantically the moment before suddenly stopped at this moment. They were very quiet and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Sweat broke out on his forehead because the powerful Sword Demon did not respond.

In this case, the only thing waiting for me is death.

"No, buddy, are you giving up now?" Seeing the Iron Sword King standing there waiting to die without saying a word, an undead couldn't help but remind him, "Why don't you shout a few more times, maybe He will come?"

"Yeah buddy, try shouting again."

King Iron Sword:?
What did this group of undeads want to do? Did they think they could fight against the powerful Sword Demon? He admitted that this group of people were very strong, but when facing the Sword Demon known for killing, there was only death.

He looked up and called again.

This time, there was finally a response.

A huge figure appeared in the sky and slammed heavily to the ground.

He was a giant wearing only ragged trousers, with his upper body naked, his hands locked in shackles, and his head wrapped in a purple-gold helmet that could be described as "graceful and luxurious".

Inserted into its spine were glowing "rapiers".

He was like a defeated and tied-up prisoner, but he exuded a strong bloodthirsty aura.

King Iron Sword's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the powerful Sword Demon finally appeared.

He tried to call out to the other party, but as the other party appeared on the stage, the deafening rumble completely drowned out his voice.

The undead people shouted: "The health bar is showing, kill!"

The sword demon Magnus took the initiative to rush towards the undead, using his absolute powerful strength to clear them out, and those irregular "thin swords" inserted in the spine behind him flew out one by one, quickly stirring and slaughtering the approaching undead.

"Use your ultimate move!" Several undead wizards in the distance gathered together and began to chant.

The gathering of elements attracted Magnus' attention. He was facing a group of undead who were pursuing extreme output. They had figured out how to "block the pre-swing" and "remove the post-swing" in the shortest possible time.

The Sword Demon, including the Iron Sword King who was still alive, saw the group of heroic wizards suddenly start releasing fireballs, and then the syllables jumped, quickly skipping certain notes with similar syllables, and dancing with their hands.

boom!
Magic explodes.

A beam of light with mixed attributes condensed by compound magic swept over, and the "thin swords" beside the Sword Demon quickly gathered together and assembled into a sword and shield.

It exploded after touching the light column and also helped to block the attack.

The scattered rapiers rushed towards the undead.

Small mushroom clouds, only about three to five meters high, rose up one after another. The dense mushroom clouds caused the ground to bulge up, and the easily broken ground began to shake and struggle.

The undead were forced back.

"The attack method looks familiar to me."

"Isn't this the mushroom that Sister Nucleus Tione grew?"

"Ring Knight, that's not right. His name is clearly the Sword Demon Magnus, and it is confirmed that he is a god. What's going on?"

"Shouldn't he be called the Ring Knight? Should he be called the Ring God... er, the Circle God?"

(End of this chapter)