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The muskets roared, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the dwarves were immediately hit by the volley of flintlocks! Large groups of densely packed dwarves fell like weeds. The firing rate of the dwarf muskets was not as fast as that of the Roman flintlocks. Facing the flintlocks that could be loaded in 18 seconds, they were beaten to death all over the ground.

In the center of the large square were spearmen, and in the four corners were musketeers. The firepower ratio was far inferior to that of the three-line formation of pure flintlock rifles. This extreme anti-cavalry defensive formation, after suffering a powerful firepower attack, melted quickly like snow in the sun, and the ground was covered with the corpses of dwarves.

Skander and Rogdo were stunned. The new flintlock rifle did not increase the power much, but only increased the firing rate. However, relying on the characteristics of dark fire, the musketeers were able to form a dense formation, thereby greatly increasing the number of musketeers in the army and greatly improving the density and number of musket volleys. In the first battle, it directly defeated the veterans of the Tenth Legion's Iron Hands.

And now, the second battle caused heavy casualties to the Janissaries of the Seventh Legion's Sultan's Fist. The soldiers in the densely packed phalanx that was difficult to move were shot like targets, and the entire phalanx was on the verge of collapse!

"Mobilize more musketeers! Shoot back at them!"

Skander made the best choice at the moment and summoned a large number of Albanian and Sultan's Fist arquebusiers to counter the enemy's three-line shooting. However, the arquebus was no match for the flintlock. The slow firing rate meant that they could not gain any advantage in the shootout with the flintlock. The enemy had already fired five or six rounds while they were loading ammunition. Even if Skander relied on the advantage in the number of his own soldiers and used three times the number of arquebusiers, he could barely tie the two sides in the shootout.

Ryan waved the flag and ordered an attack. Two thousand Hurricane Wings, who were temporarily transformed into musketeers, loaded ammunition, fired and marched forward under the banners of the Dark Angels. Soldiers on both sides fell like weeds under the dense volley of gunpowder. The ground was covered with the corpses of soldiers. The choking white smoke rose into the sky, even blocking the sun's brilliance.

However, after the Hurricane Wings reached a position of twenty meters, they launched a charge!

The flintlock men could form a dense formation, while the matchlock men could only shoot in a scattered formation. This resulted in the Dark Angel Musketeers, who formed a dense formation, having an absolute advantage of many against one in a local area once a close combat broke out between the two sides. Three or four Dark Angels walking side by side would pick up their bayonets and together attack a Sultan's Fist Musketeer who was alone and scattered outside.

Under Skander's horrified gaze, the Hurricane Wing Legion's massed charge actually broke through the Albanian's musket formation, wantonly slaughtering the lone musket stragglers, and defeating the entire scattered formation. They advanced hundreds of meters in a row, killing thousands of golden dwarfs, before being stopped by the dwarf spearmen who hurriedly came from behind and formed an equally dense formation.

At this moment, the Golden Dwarfs' army was in complete chaos. The Dark Angels' cavalry circled around from both sides, outflanked, and launched a series of terrifying charges like tsunamis on the weak flanks and rear of the ordinary spear formation. With the perfect coordination of the musketeers and cavalry, they directly defeated them, broke through the defenses deployed by Skander, and rushed towards the retreating dwarves in the center!

On the other side, the dwarves who were responsible for blocking the auxiliary soldiers of the two battalions also suffered the same fate. After these auxiliary soldiers formed a dense formation, they used extremely fierce flintlock fire to hit the dwarves head-on, causing huge casualties and destroying their formation. Once the dwarves' formation was disrupted, the auxiliary soldiers immediately raised their bayonets and charged directly! With an extremely fierce and dense phalanx infantry charge, they defeated the dwarf infantry who were disabled by the muskets in one fell swoop.

After the formations were formed on both sides, the dwarves responsible for defense were no match for the Roman Empire's army. The dwarves in the middle who were responsible for carrying items and retreating were even more unlucky. The Dark Angels used the cavalry advantage to the extreme, charging, detouring, and disrupting the army again and again in the chaos, piercing through the entire retreating gold dwarf army, cutting it into several pieces, with the head and tail unable to connect.

The auxiliary soldiers and some Hurricane Wings who were temporarily transferred to dismounted knights surrounded the scattered and cut dwarf armies and began to annihilate them. The entire gold dwarf and the Seventh Legion were beaten into a pile of loose sand in this sudden encounter! The king didn't know where the legion commander was, the legion commander couldn't find his battalion, and the thousand-man commander couldn't find his centurion commander!

At first, the soldiers were unable to receive orders from their superiors.

They spontaneously formed a formation to resist, but this well-trained military formation was extremely obvious in the entire collapsed situation, and immediately ushered in the concentrated fire attack of the Dark Angel! Ryan rode the Shadow Dragon flying in the sky and saw it clearly.

Sometimes, what awaits them is the extremely dense and brutal volleys of flintlock fire from the Hurricane-wing dismounted knights, sometimes it is the destructive charge from the Steel-winged Iron-armored Holy Soldiers, and sometimes Ryan takes action himself, and the torrents of dark shadows and waves of golden flames that cover the sky and the sun will swallow up all hope. Any dwarf army that gathers and recruits will immediately be met with Ryan's most fierce wrath!

Gradually, the gold dwarves lost their confidence and hope in resistance, and this disappointment instantly turned into despair. A large number of soldiers threw away their armor and weapons and fled in large numbers. Ryan, with the exhausted dark angels, chased the enemy for more than 100 kilometers like chasing rabbits, and only stopped the pursuit after the dwarves fled back to the mountains of Albania.

In the Battle of New Bourdo, Ryan became the nightmare of the Balkans. The enemies who were already frightened and beaten to tears by her and the Dark Angels in the Ottoman Empire were even more afraid of her as if they were ghosts and gods. In this battle, the Dark Angels and their auxiliary corps lost more than 2,000 people.

But more than 20,000 gold dwarves were annihilated and captured, with a casualty ratio of 1 to 10! Not to mention the expensive wealth of New Bold, which was worth more than 15 million dinars, Skander even threw away all the 60 artillery pieces he brought out of the mountains on the way of retreat, which benefited the Roman Empire.

The only shortcoming was that he failed to kill Skander. This old guy was used to fighting against the Ottoman Empire at a disadvantage. His ability to escape and retreat was beyond Llane's reach. After the war evolved into a great defeat, he couldn't even be found. No matter how many times the Ottoman Empire failed, they could retreat immediately and make a comeback, but Llane would become Aenarion's wife after being defeated once.

Chapter 409: Vampire Magic

Inarion was in Sofia, watching the battle reports coming from afar, and his depressed and tense mood gradually eased.

He forced Filus to surrender in Aetos, Giriman defeated Leman Russ in Macedonia, leaving only the capital to resist, Valkia defeated the Serbian rebels in Uzice, and Lion defeated the coalition forces of Skander and the Sultan's Fist in New Brdo, driving the gold dwarves back into the mountains...

At this moment, the siege against the Roman Empire was completely torn and broken, leaving only Sanguinius who hurried back home!

Aenarion immediately gave the order that Gilliman must capture Skopje and capture Leman Russ alive.

The First Legion, which had won a great victory over the Gold Dwarves, kept a close eye on the Albanian mountains to prevent the enemy from making a comeback, and sent cavalry directly into the Dwarf homeland to try to control their fortresses.

The auxiliary legion killed rebels in Serbia and maintained stability.

After suppressing the bandits, Valkia immediately led the Second Army Varyag across the Danube to provide support to Wallachia.

Afterwards, the White Scars continued their siege of Bucharest, forcing Sanguinius to return for reinforcement.

He led the Third Legion of the Emperor's Children and twenty battalions of auxiliary troops from Sofia and immediately set out to try to kill Sanguinius halfway.

As for the Iron Hands, this legion was made up of captives and surrendered soldiers, which Aenarion could not digest in a short time. He did not dare to use them to fight in this war that would determine the future destiny of Rome. He temporarily disbanded and stationed them under the supervision of the Archmage of the White Tower. The leader of the legion was even sent to the Gorgon's Lair in Athens, far away from Bulgaria.

At this moment, the situation in Sanguinius has become very dangerous. Their capital must not be lost, and they must return to Bucharest as soon as possible!

But she was being chased by the Second Legion, the Varyag, from behind, and the Third Legion, the Emperor's Children, from the front. In desperation, Sanguinius had no choice but to cut off his rear and survive. When Aenarion was about to intercept Sanguinius, a huge army blocked his way.

Aenarion frowned and rode Indrognir to personally scout the battlefield. He found that blocking his legion was a terrifying army composed of a large number of zombies. Thousands of bloated corpses with festering pus, bloody battlefield remains, and mutilated and exposed ancient corpses in tombs were densely mixed together. The bacon on these zombies gave off a disgusting rotten smell, and their limbs were stiff, and their movements were slow and sluggish.

"Indrognir, fly lower."

Aenarion frowned and ordered four dragons to fly low for reconnaissance. The number of this legion was extremely large, estimated to be around 49,000, but the magical thing was that apart from the zombies, there were no high-level undead. Those zombies raised their heads on the ground, raised their arms, and scratched frantically, trying to catch Indrognir from the sky at a distance of more than ten meters, but in the end they were just scratching the air.

"Did Sanguinius take all the high-level undead away and abandon this zombie army to try to hinder and delay our progress? But how can these broken things stop the army of the Roman Empire? These zombies were obviously newly created. Many of them were even dug out from the ancestral graves of the Serbs. They didn't have time to arm themselves.

Look, they don't even have spears in their hands, they are holding sticks, clubs, or even bare hands. If any fully armed legionnaire can be beaten to death by the fists of zombies, I will definitely laugh at him in front of his grave for two and a half years. "

Indragnir could not understand.

"Let's look for it. Maybe there's something hidden among the zombies that's specifically targeting us."

Aenarion was also puzzled and stepped up his reconnaissance efforts, relying on the fact that these zombies had no long-range firepower or flying ability.

The two of them rode on a giant dragon and circled above their heads. After several hours of reconnaissance, they found that there were only zombies and seven hundred necromancers who controlled the zombie army. Each necromancer controlled seventy zombies. The sense of ritual was very strong. However, the two did not find the vampire lord who controlled these mortal necromancers.

What the hell, would Sanguinius really just abandon 40,000 or 50,000 zombies? How long could such cannon fodder stop him? Two hours?

"Let's fight! Destroy the reserve army left by Sanguinius as quickly as possible, and then continue chasing Sanguinius!"

Aenarion gave the order to use 30,000 Roman soldiers to fight against more than 49,000 cannon fodder zombies. 20,000 auxiliary soldiers armed with flintlock rifles laid out a long battle line in the front, waiting for the zombies to reach a position of 90 meters before starting a three-line volley, using Aenarion's thunder to kill the enemy. Even the heavily armored Janissaries could not stop this thing, let alone zombies without armor and with rotting flesh?

One by one, the undead creatures were shot with broken limbs flying everywhere and flesh and blood splattered in the deafening explosion and dazzling firelight. Large numbers of rotten and festering corpses melted instantly like wheat fields under a sickle and fell to the ground. However, these zombies had no concept of morale. The necromancers who controlled them hid in a safe place and kept giving orders to advance.

These zombies walked for a full minute and were hit by ten rounds of volleys. There were at least eight thousand zombies lying on the ground, turning into a carpet of flesh and blood covering the earth. The remaining zombies dragged their tattered bodies and walked to the front of the musketeers.

The soldiers of the auxiliary corps stopped shooting and used their flintlock rifles as spears. They quickly assembled into spear phalanxes in battalion units and launched a dense infantry charge towards the enemy like a tsunami, trying to defeat the zombies with a large corps' bayonet charge.

The cannon fodder attributes of these zombies were too obvious, they waved sticks, wooden clubs, and even their own fists, and at the first sight, they collapsed under the fierce attack of the two-meter-long bayonets of the auxiliary soldiers. The sharp blades pierced through their bodies and heads, chopped off their arms and heads. The two sides engaged in close combat for only a few minutes, and the war had turned into a one-sided massacre. Some powerful companies were even about to break through the zombie front!

And at this moment, the necromancers took action.

Amid the cold and monotonous chanting, the zombies that were knocked to the ground by muskets and bayonets, staggered with their stiff joints, squirmed their rotten flesh and blood, and stood up again from the ground, and the dark red cold corpse fire burned again in their empty eye sockets. Even the zombies that were torn to pieces by the volleys, their broken limbs, rotten flesh, and internal organs mixed with other pieces of flesh, floated in the air under the magic of the dead, and reassembled into a complete zombie!

This kind of resurrection of the dead happened all over the battlefield. The corpses that had just been scattered all over the battlefield were all resurrected under the control of more than 700 necromancers. They marched forward with their hunched steps, filling the battle line that had almost been broken through by the Roman auxiliary soldiers.

What was even more terrifying was that the speed at which the Roman auxiliary soldiers advanced and the speed at which the zombie soldiers collapsed were both too fast. They were almost advancing on the corpses of the zombies. But now, the zombies killed by bayonets stood up inside the Roman phalanxes, appearing beside and behind the auxiliary soldiers who were absolutely safe, causing a commotion.

Some zombies grabbed the soldier's ankles and dragged him to the ground. Then a second zombie pounced on him, tearing his throat with his rotten nails and teeth, scratching his eyeballs, making him scream miserably! Then a third zombie pounced on him, and then a fourth, a fifth... The zombies all over the mountain completely submerged the auxiliary soldier.

Not long after, the soldier and the five or six zombies that were pressing on him stood up again, but their eyeballs had already been smashed by the zombies' claws. Milky white liquid mixed with bright red blood flowed out of their eye sockets, and two balls of dark red corpse fire burned quietly in the dark eye sockets.

"Retreat immediately and re-form the formation!"

Faced with this situation, everyone had to retreat quickly and leave this horrific land of the dead. Then, relying on their previous high-intensity training, they regrouped into square formations as quickly as possible and continued to fight the zombies!

Aenarion was somewhat surprised. Large-scale zombie resurrection, recovery? He was a death knight after all, sitting in a super knowledge library like the White Tower, why hadn't he seen this kind of necromancy? He immediately used the identification spell and found vampire magic that he had never seen before.

[One Ring Undead·Nico's Curse]: Consume 1 mana point to restore 1~3 health points to all undead creatures in the target area, and revive low-level undead creatures that have been dead for no more than one hour in the area with a health of 1. For every additional mana point consumed, Nico's Curse restores an additional 1~1 health points to all undead creatures in the target area.

While Aenarion was looking at the vampire magic that had never been recorded in the history of the White Tower, the necromancers continued to cast spells. The hands of the zombies were wrapped in dark red strange flames, making their attacks more accurate and swift!

[Death Dance of the Second Ring Undead·Vanhe's]: Consumes 3 mana points, increases the speed of all undead creatures in the target area by 33%, and increases attack hits by 2. For every additional 2 mana points consumed, the attack hits by an additional 1.

"Assist the soldiers to switch to defense! Just block them! All cavalry will immediately go around the rear! People from the Paleologian family, follow me! Go kill the necromancer first!

"

Aenarion quickly judged that this unprecedented undead magic could indeed hold back his elite legion and turn the tide of a war of attrition, but as long as the necromancer was beheaded, these zombies would once again become insignificant cannon fodder.

According to the records of the Ottoman Empire, the two undead legions of Wallachia were both standard four-layer pyramid structures, with a large number of low-level undead such as zombie skeletons controlled by mortal necromancers.

These necromancers, who come from all regions and all ages, long for longevity and immortality, and are willing to be enslaved by the vampire lords for the sake of eternity.

And all the vampire lords are loyal to the Vampire Lord of Wallachia, the biological sisters Sanguinius and Curze - oh, these two names are Turkic, and if converted into Wallachia's own language, they are the sisters Vlad and Radu.

Chapter 410: Grave-Touching Ghoul

Under the order of Augustus, the entire Roman legion was dispatched. A cavalry unit detoured at an extremely fast speed and smashed and pierced a reserve group of zombies with great force. They arrived in front of the extremely weak necromancer, and were surprised to find that it was not a weak mortal mage at all!

He lifted up his pitch-black cloak, revealing his extremely twisted, burly and bloated body. His strong muscles like a hill had long been infected and rotten, his dark green skin was covered with stains and moss, his horrible bloodshot eyes bulged out of his sockets, flashing inhuman rage, his lips were completely rotten and ulcerated, revealing his scarlet gums and two rows of razor-sharp fangs.

The intestines, blood vessels, and tendons of the creatures were used as ropes to neatly tie the solid white bones into a row and hang them on this group of twisted monsters. Skulls were strung together like necklaces with the tendons of the creatures and hung around their necks. Giant bat skulls were worn on their heads as helmets, even decorated with pieces of colorful intestines, like the huge feathers adorning the heads of Shinra knights.

In their eyes, this twisted and hideous bone armor looked like the shiny armor on the knight's body.

The Roman noble cavalry were somewhat stunned. This thing was not a pathetic mortal wizard who longed for eternal life and pledged allegiance and served the vampire in exchange for life and eternity, but a tomb-touch ghoul!

A few years ago, the Ninth Legion still had the standard three-level structure of the Undead Legion, including vampire lords, mortal necromancers, and zombies. How come after not seeing them for a few years, all their mortal necromancers have been replaced by these kinds of ghouls?

There was no time to react. The two meter five or six meter tall grave-touch ghoul let out a creepy chant, and its rotten and bloated claws blasted out seven dark green flying stars, knocking the four horses in the front to the ground. Then, with inhuman agility, it dodged a charging lance, and then used its terrifying strength to shoulder-butt and force the charging horses to stop!

The bones of the warhorse that was stopped by the zombie were almost broken, and the cavalryman on the horse also lost balance due to the violent shaking. The zombie waved its huge claws, knocked the whole warhorse to the ground, grabbed the cavalryman's left shoulder and right leg with both hands, lifted him high above his head, and twisted him hard. Amid the wails of metal and flesh, the noble cavalryman was twisted off the waist!

The ghoul raised its head greedily, and the broken intestines and warm blood fell from the knight's severed body into his bloody mouth without lip protection like a waterfall, allowing the monster to swallow and chew them in big gulps.

But he was not happy for more than a few seconds. While the monster was enjoying the meal, the sixth knight stabbed his lance into the monster's heart and, with the help of the horse's charge inertia, lifted the monster high into the sky.

The ghoul roared angrily, smashed the spear with one claw, and stood on the ground again. He suddenly hugged the galloping warhorse in front of him with his arms and threw it to the ground with brute force! The broken spear that pierced his heart was constantly regenerated, and the healing muscles were slowly squeezed out of his body!

The legion soldiers were shocked by the fighting power of these ghouls. They were extremely powerful and could be reborn continuously. They were not weak mages at all. They were much harder to fight than the zombies! Even the legion soldiers were in a tough fight in front of these grave-touching ghouls.

Their only disadvantage is that they are too small in number, with only about 700 people. Faced with the fierce attack of tens of thousands of legion soldiers, they can only blend in with a large number of weak zombies and use exaggerated self-healing and treatment to delay.

But at this moment, twenty purple dragons led by Indrognir dominated the entire battlefield, spewing blazing dragon flames at the zombies all over the mountains. The entire battlefield seemed to be completely ignited, and there was a raging sea of ​​fire everywhere. Countless zombies with rotting flesh and blood were burned alive by the dragon fire into mummies and charcoal, but even so, Nico's Curse could still pull these charred dead back to the battlefield.

At this moment, Aenarion realized that it was impossible for these troops abandoned by Sanguinius to defeat him, but simply blocking them would really waste a lot of his time.

After a round of dragon breath bombardment, twenty dragons flew back to their camp to rest. Aenarion brought Estalie Angelos from his own guards. This Tzeentch follower was a scholar of archives and was proficient in all kinds of magic. The breadth of her spells made the archmage of the White Tower of all generations ashamed.

"There are seven hundred ghouls, and there must be a vampire lord hiding among them who rules them. Hurry up and use your almighty files and methods to think of a solution."

"no problem."

Astariel confidently adjusted her golden glasses.

Riding on the backs of dragons, twenty giant dragons fought in the sky and began the second round of bombing. Under the protection of these dragons, Astariel performed a priest's seven-ring spell, Advanced Detection. In an instant, the clouds in the sky above the battlefield condensed together like a vortex, like a huge eye of chaos, overlooking the entire battlefield.

Astariel rode on the dragon's back and cast spells one by one without panic. She could detect chaotic, lawful, and evil characters with [Detect Chaos], [Detect Law], and [Detect Evil]; she could see through all magic with [Detect Magic], find out the opponent's attributes with [Identify], and detect undead creatures with [Detect Undead]... She could even see through the darkness of ordinary and magic, notice the secret doors hidden by magic, see the true location of objects affected by blur or displacement, see invisible objects, see through illusions, and see the true appearance of shapeshifters. She even cast [True Seeing], which could see the spirit plane.

All of these spells were cast through the Seventh Ring Divine Art, Advanced Detection, on the giant eye of the clouds in the sky. Now almost the entire battlefield was under Astariel's surveillance. Zombies and ghouls had nowhere to hide. A large number of different words woven with colorful threads floated above their heads, like a chaotic and colorful ocean, opening the boxes of ghouls one after another.

The ghouls discovered that a large number of prophecies and detection spells were falling on them, and they tried to fight back. However, Astarielle was extremely safe under the personal protection of twenty dragons and Augustus. These monsters could only watch their secrets being exposed one after another!

With the help of the third eye in the sky, Astariel searched carefully and checked one by one. She used a simple color-changing magic to change the extremely concise introduction texts above the heads of tens of thousands of zombies to white, eliminating a large number of useless options. The only ones left were seven hundred ghouls and their various enchanted weapons, and the enhancement spells were therefore particularly conspicuous.

These ghouls, who can control the undead but are also good in close combat, have replaced the ecological niche of mortal mages. They all have vampire slavery contracts. Well, adjust the magic displayed by this slavery contract to the most conspicuous red, and then eliminate them all, and there is only one target left.

Under the effect of [True Seeing], Astariel stared at the ghoul without a slavery contract. Her erudite and elegant gaze was like the blazing sun, melting away all her disguises like snow. She saw the other party's true face: a vampire lord with skin as pale as paper, wearing a gorgeous blood-colored dress.

Chapter 411: Wind of Death

"Aenarion, left!"

Astarielle released an [Advanced Dispel Magic] and pointed her slender hand at the vampire, detonating a gorgeous and dazzling arcane star with her as the center. The frenzied magical energy was like a newborn star, and spread out like exploding waves, washing away all the magic it touched with a devastating force, ruthlessly tearing apart all the vampire's disguises, revealing her true form, a dignified and charming vampire lady.

Aenarion immediately mobilized the Death Knight's undead slavery power, and a dead blue magic chain stretched out from his left hand, whistling down like a poisonous snake!

Undead are very scary creatures. For warriors, they have no vital organs such as internal organs and heads, so they can only fight slowly and cannot wait for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

For mages, the undead have a lot of magic resistance. They are immune to spells that affect the mind, such as charm. At the same time, they are immune to a large number of negative states such as poison, sleep, paralysis, shock, disease, death, attribute absorption, energy absorption, fatigue, exhaustion, etc. Many spells are ineffective against them.

However, no one knows what happened in this world before, and there are many ways to deal with the undead. No matter whether it is a priest who prays to God or a wizard who studies hard, they all have a large number of magic and abilities specifically targeting the undead, such as the Death Knight's [Enslave the Undead].

The vampire stared at the iron-blue slave chains, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His face, as pale as paper, became even paler with fear. He teleported away and disappeared again. He wanted to run away and didn't even have the courage to fight Aenarion.

Are you kidding? The one flying in the sky is the Roman emperor! As early as the siege of Constantinople, this man was able to resist the legion commander without a single victory. A few years later, although I don’t know the details, the 13th Legion Ultramarines, the 19th Legion Raven Guard, the 5th Legion White Scars, and the 10th Legion Iron Hands were defeated and surrendered one after another. How could I possibly defeat him?

"right!"

With the help of the All-Seeing Eye across the sky, Astariel captured the vampire's position again. Aenarion's tall body suddenly shrank inward, compressed, and turned into a tiny singularity and disappeared.

The next second, the arcane singularity suddenly appeared beside the vampire, spewing and stretching out the entire body of Aenarion. He suddenly pulled out the Spear of Dionysus, and the Roman eagle flag tied to the spear shaft fluttered in the wind, spreading ripples of death and blocking all spatial fluctuations within a radius of dozens of meters, leaving the vampire with nowhere to hide and escape.

"Protect Master!"

Looking at Aenarion's beautiful face, the vampire felt no emotion but boundless fear. He screamed and called for the nearby ghouls to come to the rescue. The four ghouls closest to him rushed forward, waving eerie weapons made of spine and leg bones and roaring!

Aenarion instantly cast Vitality, and a three-headed, six-armed demon shadow rose into the sky. The flames of Slaanesh painted the sky a strange purple and pink color. These ghouls could pose a huge threat to ordinary noble cavalry, but they couldn't even break through Aenarion's defense. Six giant hands several meters long pulled out six giant projections of enchanted weapons and launched a fierce attack. Amid the screams of death, the ghouls, along with the bone armor on their bodies and the ground beneath their feet, were cut in half.

In an instant, meter-long cracks appeared like scars on the earth, hovering over the battlefield littered with corpses. The edges of the cracks were covered with the broken bodies of ghouls, burning with ghostly fire of Slaanesh. The leaping flames looked like groups of Chaos Demons dancing in the wind.

At the same time, Indrognir was also spewing dragon flames in the sky. The colorful dragon breath filled the mountains and plains, like a flaming galaxy falling from the sky, or like a raging wave of flames covering the sky and the sun, ruthlessly washing away everything nearby, burning corpses all over the land, hundreds of undead were in this dragon fire, screaming and turning into ashes! Only Aenarion, relying on his immunity to flames, stood in the dragon fire that covered the sky and continued to fight!

The vampire chanted a flame protection spell and became one of the few people who survived in Dragon Flame Hell.

She gritted her teeth, mustered up her courage and chanted a spell, using her most powerful magic attack. Countless dark red ghosts of the dead lingered in her white palms, condensing into a storm of death. Thousands of ghosts screamed in the eye of the vortex! The fierce storm even involved the endless dragon fire, making its colors even more gorgeous.

In the Dragon Flame Sea, the wind of death swirled, danced, howled, and slammed heavily into Demon Shadow, and penetrated directly. The damage suffered by Aenarion was completely resisted by Demon Shadow, and he was unscathed. However, the God-Exalted Devil felt a rare pain - this raging storm did not destroy people's bodies, but tried to tear and strip the enemy's soul! Aenarion hurriedly reinforced the seal, and this thing almost swept away the God-Exalted Devil sealed in his heart!

[Eight Rings of Undead·Wind of Death]: Consume 15 mana points to create a storm cloud composed of ghosts with a radius of 15 meters. The storm cloud will gradually advance 90 meters, causing 1~1 damage to enemies caught inside, ignoring any damage reduction and resistance. Each target killed will increase the subsequent damage of the storm cloud by +1, which can be stacked infinitely. (For every additional mana point consumed, the damage will increase by 6~ points.)

The dark red wind of death penetrated the demon's shadow and continued to blow backwards, leaving the vampire with only the psychic giant that was damaged but still standing. In front of him, all mortals seemed so small.

The vampire was a little nervous and continued to cast spells, but she had no chance, the three heads of the Demon Shadow sang in unison, the beautiful psychic head and the two crow skulls kept detonating arcane novas on the vampire, the magic storm washed away all traces of spells on her body like a tide, frantically destroying, dispelling and countering all the magic of the wizard.

Three heads and three times the anti-magic bombardment left her with no advantage in the spell duel. She was suppressed miserably and could only draw out her sword and, with her vampire body, launch a final charge towards the seven or eight meter tall psychic giant.

After several tentative confrontations, Aenarion saw the opponent's weakness at a glance. He swung his giant swords with two arms to block her sword. With his third giant hand, he grabbed the vampire lady from the ground and held her tightly in his palm like a human treating an ant.