Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

——Devouring thousands of swords, hunting wildly with bows——

——Glorious red blood, blazing red flame——】

By devouring the followers of the gods, they learned the prayers, chanted them in the language first given to the dark kings above the void, used them to express their reverence and prayers to the true gods, and obtained the blessing of divine power from the true gods - this in itself was a great mockery and irony. Regardless of how great an insult and irony this was, in the end, the so-called "Hasar Holy Emblem" composed of eyeballs, teeth, and optic nerves began to shine with a dazzling red light after a short and harsh chant. As the eyeball shrank and squeezed out something like blood and tears, the light became brighter and brighter, as if one could hear the crisp sound of weapons clashing, the roar of war and artillery fire.

This is the guiding divine power to dispel the undead, forcibly simulating the guiding divine power released by the level of a legendary priest!

The dazzling light like a red sun directly enveloped most of Tweek. Countless zombies and skeletons were instantly reduced to ashes under the red light that seemed like the real scorching sun. The Death Knight screamed and fled. Colettes Shuheberil, who had just resurrected and rushed here with reinforcements, almost couldn't withstand the surging divine power that erupted in front of him. The body that was re-condensed from the yellow sand was almost shattered on the spot, and even affected the Canopic Jar nearby, causing it to lose the ability to be reborn after death.

In this wave of divine power, the individuals of "Grand Duke Ivanov" were completely unaffected - they were indeed blasphemous and twisted monsters, but they did not belong to the category of undead creatures at all, and therefore they would not be affected by the effect of "dispelling the undead" at all. It was just like the guiding divine power released by a legendary priest. The surging blood-red divine power was like the king of war and hunting coming here to pour out his anger, and the rage that was as solid as substance rushed straight to the thin body of the great lich -

And then - just like a river hitting a reef, the wave of divine power was split in two from the middle. Only the great lich stood still, and only the corners of the great wizard's robe were blown up, fluttering in the strong wind.

"You... Although I don't know who you are... But, as expected, as expected, it is impossible for the rubbish nurtured by this poor pseudo-government to have any... um, any knowledge of the existence of liches..."

It raised its bony hand, and the Scroll of Silent Whispers suspended in front of it was emitting a violent, dark aura that rushed straight into the sky. Negative energy surged and expanded, condensing into one roaring and wailing skull face after another - the souls of the strong men devoured by the Lich's life box all emerged here, gnawing and biting the tide of divine power, easily dissolving it into nothingness.

"Then... I... I, Alexis Pentelier, on behalf of the honor of the Kingdom of Nasaran, will answer your question... answer your question. As the pinnacle of the undead, I, I, gave up my human identity... what did I give up?... After becoming a lich, I naturally gained the knowledge to fight against all abilities such as 'dispelling undead creatures'... If I cannot transcend the boundaries of the undead, how can I be called the King of the Undead?"

The tide of divine power was torn apart easily, and then, another stream of pure negative energy was sent towards the "Grand Duke Ivanov". The "Withering Spell" devoured the vitality without hindrance, turning the faceless monster into dry dust.

——Every time the dehydrated and shattered body broke into pieces, a new and complete "Grand Duke Ivanov" was quickly born. Soon, the area that had been emptied was filled with the crawling figures of "Grand Duke Ivanov".

What is different from before is that each of them now holds the "Holy Emblem of Khasar" made up of eyeballs, teeth and optic nerves.

"——The first time I saw you was when I was about to leave. I was so drunk that I couldn't stop talking to you ... "The first time I saw you was when I was a kid—I was so proud of you—I was so proud of you—I was so proud of you—"

[The lamb walks on the ice field of eyeballs and teeth. Large intestines and alveoli flow out of the lamb's mouth. Those things mixed with blood and pus are written into articles to praise our Lord, our King, the great sacred eight characters——]

Is it the same old trick again?

Just as the Archlich raised the Sage's Staff and the Scroll of Silence at the same time, negative energy surged, and several extremely cold rays that could even freeze the soul went straight to "Grand Duke Ivanov". Almost every "Grand Duke Ivanov" that was reborn was hit in an instant, and they were unable to complete their chants or convey their mockery of the God of War and Hunting. They were completely frozen in the ice, unable to complete what they were supposed to do.

——Under the intense palpitations, the great lich could not help but turn his head back.

The breath from the mythological era rushed straight into the soul. The sudden fear and submission engraved on the instinct almost overwhelmed the will of the legendary undead as a strong man. When the severe pain that should not have existed faded away, the great lich could truly see what had happened.

It was still "Grand Duke Ivanov"—at least it was very likely "Grand Duke Ivanov"—but compared to the original, there were many more things that shouldn't have existed:

The bat wings are pitch black and broken, smelling of sulfur; the wings are pure white but covered with eyeballs; the dragon wings are deformed due to excessive bone growth; six wings grow out of the shoulders, back, and waist without any rules, symbolizing something that no longer exists in the world;

A snake tail as thick as the roots of a towering ancient tree stretched out from behind the waist. Together with the right hand that had transformed into a giant red dragon claw, it dealt a heavy blow to the great lich, piercing through the defense of the great wizard's robes and almost tearing a third of the skeleton to pieces. The distant breath seemed to truly come from the distant past;

Its face was still dark and featureless, but it no longer had one head, but four: a young woman's head, an older woman's head, a middle-aged man's head, and a young man's head. The four empty faces all faced the position of the great lich, with no expression visible except for a sneer.

The attack was successful, but the monster, which seemed to be made of multiple twisted and stitched elements, was unable to escape immediately. When it used its four heads and four hundred eyes to search, it discovered that while one-third of the great lich's body was torn apart, he had also stuck the Scroll of Silent Whisper firmly between its flesh and blood.

"——Bind."

The vision became pitch black, as if something was covering this place, covering this world, covering the existence of the blood moon, covering the ruins of the deserted courtyard, and covering everything that could be seen. In the dark sky, countless skulls appeared, roaring, wailing, dissolving one after another, and reappearing one after another, like a collection of all the wrongly dead in this world. Even the twisted, chaotic and disordered souls were paralyzed by this overly terrifying oppression. Even if the body was intact, the disconnection between the soul and the body still made it impossible to take immediate action.

Eighth-ring spell, [Law of Shock].

"I... don't know what you are... what are you? I have great respect for the Twelve Gods, but for you... are you a usurper?... No, you are not something that should exist in this world. What are you?"

This is a world of will, and those words are but fleeting things. They are received the moment they are conveyed, and they are understood once they are received. The Archlich is not in a hurry, and neither is Grand Duke Ivanov.

"——However, I... I already understand you. Your nature is not important. I already know your ability. I know it by heart. Split? Regeneration? No, no, your ability is fraud... fraud, and change. Are you simulating those things that haven't appeared for a long time?"

The great lich laughed, with no expression, only the sound, cold and terrifying.

"Dragons, divine servants, demons, ancient snakes... you are imitating those... and those you have eaten... anything you can imitate as long as you have enough knowledge... you are no longer 'Carida von Ivanov'... you have no self, only a mask to deceive the world, to deceive the world to create the illusion of immortality, to deceive the world to fake the ability of non-existence... you, in fact, cannot regenerate and split yourself infinitely, right?"

Outside of consciousness, in the physical and material reality, the Great Lich has used his incomplete other hand to hold high the sage's staff called "Binding of Nasaran", activated the authority of the staff's owner, and broke it with one hand.

Originally, when the sage's staff was destroyed by its holder, the huge magic power stored inside would inevitably cause a violent explosion. At this moment, the great lich deliberately guided the energy in the "Binding of Nasaran" and poured it completely into the Scroll of Silence. Then, before the Scroll of Silence was overloaded due to the excessive load, it was transformed into energy to release the Nine-ring Spell and shot towards the sky, along with the Nine-ring Spell possessed by the great lich Alexis himself.

There was no roar, no loud noise, the two top-level spells seemed to have hit the air, without causing any ripples at all.

Crash——————————————————

There was no roar, no loud noise, but before some huge force arrived, the sky canopy that was imprinted with the blood moon and the eclipse was shattered by the little bit of energy that came before it. The dome that had long shrouded the sky above Mariai now seemed fragile, and the broken fragments, with the gradually blurred image of the blood moon, began to fall like raindrops, one after another, sticking on the hills and plains, causing the fighting armies to flee and the two sides in the battle to be defeated, and they would not understand what had happened until their death.

Until they looked up.

Is it noon now?

No, it's midnight.

What is that thing that is slowly falling, flashing with a creepy green light, behind the eternal and impenetrable thick poisonous cloud, behind the sky of despair created by mankind itself?

Driven by great magic, eight meteorites began to fall towards Tweek, transcending the barriers of time and space.

As long as it touches the ground, the entire Twek will instantly turn into a huge crater, and no existence in the entire Marie can escape it. The judgment of heavenly fire, the glory of the apocalypse, the ultimate spell cast by the legendary being with a legendary staff as a sacrifice, ignoring the risks he may encounter and regardless of the cost.

Now is the countdown to the end of everything.

The super-limit nine-ring spell - [Meteor Explosion].

Where Destiny Meets (Part 7)

“Gah—haha—ah—ah—ah—”

Meaningless roars echoed in the ruins.

Without the illumination of the blood moon, the flames caused by the war deep in the city also dissipated. Under the dark and thick poisonous clouds, the earth was left with only darkness. The rubble, bricks and tiles, the cracked earth and the collapsed houses were buried in the night, blown by the cold wind of the snow and moon. It was not unreasonable to call it a pile of bones, even though they were never living things.

“Gahhhh…Ahhhhhh——!”

There are no words mixed in, and there are no elements other than roaring. Roaring itself is a meaningless behavior, without any connotation, and naturally it is not produced for any purpose. If it is to vent emotions, then is that roar filled with various emotions, or is it empty and actually does not contain anything?

Da, da, da, da——

There was nothing left here. Gravenmoor Palace was majestic and magnificent, but after a disaster, there were only a few things left, nothing more than cracked earth, broken walls and ruins scattered around, and the so-called royal gardens now seemed just a ridiculous concept - what kind of gardens were there? Was it a river filled with blood and dirt, or a fence built by rotting and withered tentacles and vines? Nothing was left. Not even a night had passed, and the once magnificent scenery returned to dust, and earth returned to earth.

Only the roaring sound remained, without interruption or stopping.

Light can fill up space. Even if it has no mass, it can make people feel that "there are things here". So what about sound? What about sound that is as invisible as light? Sound can also be heard. The strange roar that makes people feel cold, the empty and irregular footsteps, just by hearing those, it is easy to imagine the existence of things outside of oneself, right? Something is taking steps, it is not human, human vocal cords cannot make such sounds, and human footsteps are definitely not the kind of thing heard now, so what is it? Walking in the darkness, strolling in the darkness.

Ah, if you think about it carefully, this doesn't seem to be a problem.

Please think carefully, here, on this dark street, is there really anyone who can hear such a sound, feel fear, and then express such a feeling? No one exists anymore - escape or die, it seems that not many people in this city have the right to choose the third way.

No, no, no, that's not it.

Lift your head up——

Rubble piled up into a tower, coincidences woven into a stage; it shouldn't be possible to have such a miraculous thing happen, but perhaps, perhaps the world is also waiting for something, for example, waiting for the protagonist of this scene to appear on the stage.

Look, there is someone standing on top of that tall tower of rocks.

There were no lions or dragons carved into her armor. Her thorny black armor was hideous enough without them, like an alien growing on flesh and blood. She didn't wear a helmet. After all, she preferred to let the world see her face, so that those who needed to see her face could have a good look at her golden pupils and her long silver-white hair, mixed with bright orange, like a sign of danger. What she was holding in her hand, everyone knew, didn't they? A huge black object, a giant sword that could highlight its strong presence even in the dark night.

Demonic sword [World-weary].

It seems that she has been waiting here for a long time, hasn't she?

"Grand Duke Ivanov? Carida von Ivanov? No... none of them."

Her expression seemed to be more varied, at least, it was much more varied than when she was facing most other people. Was it because of excitement or disgust? A light but striking blush appeared on her pale face, making her look even more ferocious. Together with the ironic smile at the corner of her mouth, it made her look like a "stage protagonist".

"You are just a monster now."

——Under the spire, walking along the ruins of the street, was the so-called "Grand Duke Ivanov".

It left Gravenmore Palace and headed towards the back door of the city wall relying on its mixed memories, as if as long as it kept going like this, no matter what happened or what it encountered, it could leave this land and leave the city of Twick - as for what to do next, what it could do, and what it should do, it didn't think about it at all, and it didn't know how to think about it at all. It even had a blurred understanding of itself. Every swallowed consciousness was there, and could be switched to the main body at any time. Although the most fundamental distortion enveloped every soul in it, it could not be called a specific "someone".

However, before it left, it met the person who had been looking for it.

Black Knight Systin, Vengeful Ghost Systin, "Black Summoning Blade" Systin.

Only two of the six wings of various shapes were left, and the rest were either completely broken or burnt beyond recognition; the snake's tail was completely dried up, and the muscles and fat seemed to have disappeared, leaving only bones and a layer of dry skin wrapped around it, which looked almost indistinguishable from a broken one; only one of the four faceless heads was left, and where the other three originally belonged, there were now only three huge cavities that kept gushing out blood, as if someone was using them as a mouth and wanted to say something, but could only make the gushing blood churn and bubble; most of the countless eyes, ears, mouths and noses that were originally densely wrapped around the body had lost their original shape, shriveled and dried up, oozing yellow-black pus, and looked rotten.

“Gulp, gulp… Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”

Every mouth that opened between the chest and abdomen was making incomprehensible roars.

In the battle with the great lich Alexis, they first consumed each other, and then quickly entered a state of bombarding each other with maximum force - the "Grand Duke Ivanov" who was transformed into a "faceless follower" was not known for pure strength. As Alexis analyzed, its real abilities are "deception" and "transformation". Even if there is a gap in strength, it can rely on its changeable and cunning abilities to counterattack. Overall, there is no distinction between good and bad.

However, this does not make any sense.

Even if "Grand Duke Ivanov" was still conscious, he could never have predicted that the Archlich Alexis could do such a crazy thing with a seemingly clear mind - completely disregarding the subsequent progress and his own safety, and forcibly using "Law Shock" to control "Grand Duke Ivanov's" body, which concentrated most of his strength, in a state of near-serious injury, and then unhesitatingly self-destructed the Sage's Staff, and at the same time used two "Meteor Explosions" in succession, as if he wanted to die together with "Grand Duke Ivanov". It was hard to tell which of these two monsters was the real lunatic.

All the power in the memory, all the abilities it possessed, the myriad powers of "deception" and "facelessness", all the means were used to dissolve the impact of the meteorite falling from the sky, and the final result was the current tragic situation - as for the great lich Alexis? That was no longer something it could think about in its current chaotic consciousness. The only thing it was doing now was to follow its instincts, follow the turbid and empty thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness, and not distinguish where those thoughts came from and what they were for.

"The result of taking the uncontrollable power of chaos to its limit is to assimilate with chaos."

Pulling the "World-weary" out of the ruins, Sestin looked down with contempt, and lightly jumped down, making a sound in the empty silence. It was also a declaration, just like the sound of the sword dragging on the ground, a declaration of war.

"You are hopeless."

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"drink……!"

The sword flashed, and the flames wrapped around it tore through the darkness. Roy von Ivanov was not going to give Clement Ephrabelil a chance to breathe. The light of the blessing magic shone, enveloping his body, and like a cannonball, it smashed the curtain created by the "Blood of the Traitor" and rushed straight to Clement's position, about to slash him with a diagonal sword.

"—!"

His opponent was also not panicking. Clement stretched out his right hand, opened his palm, and clenched his fist. The black shadow torn by the flames re-intertwined like a grid and once again condensed in front of Clement, directly blocking the attack!

The dark liquid that looked like it was flowing like liquid suddenly became extremely solid and collided with the Ivanov family's heirloom sword "Flame Tongue", making a crisp sound like a metal collision.

"What a shameless fellow...!"

Clement growled and changed his gesture once again - his five fingers were intertwined, as if he was holding a fist but not quite. As his gesture changed, the ball of dark, dull liquid also changed shape, wrapping around the sword of "Flame Tongue" like a spider web and rushing straight to Roy von Ivanov's face.

It looked like a soft, boneless liquid, but during the previous few rounds of fighting, Roy had already figured out the nature of this strange weapon called "Blood of the Betrayer": it was not a sword, nor a spear, a battle axe, or a scepter, but a strange liquid that looked like a liquid but could instantly gain the sharpness and strength of a blade.

When he didn't understand its nature at the beginning, Roy almost suffered a great loss because of it. It was not until several rounds of fighting that he discovered some characteristics of the "Blood of the Betrayer", such as there is an extremely short gap when it changes from a flowing state to a weapon, and its broken parts cannot be turned into blades alone but need to flow back to the main body to regain their original properties. This allowed Roy to fight fiercely with Clement Ephrabelier without being easily defeated.

It was precisely because of this short period of adaptation that Roy did not panic at all because the sword blade suddenly turned into liquid. Even though the dark and sharp torrent was almost in front of him, he did not feel the slightest fear.

——Rather, he had been waiting for this opportunity.

He raised his sword, and his superb sword skills immediately deflected the dark torrent to the side. At the same time, Roy raised his left fist.

The ruby ​​holy emblem held in his hand suddenly shone with bloody light. The sounds of weapons clashing, war roars and cannon fire rang out together. The light was like a bloody flame wrapped around his fist, burning fiercely, and Roy von Ivanov's fighting spirit was also burning along with it.

"Bite-your-teeth-and-shut-up-!!!!!!"

The iron fist, with all his strength, hit Clement's face without any hindrance!

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What happened in the city did not seem to affect the battle below the city wall at all. After a moment of silence, the sound of artillery fire, gunfire, and the clash of weapons once again dispelled the silence and became the only main theme here - but judging from the scene, the current situation was much more complicated than before.

After breaking through the defenses of the main gate, the Undead army immediately followed their master into the city. What happened afterwards has already been mentioned to the readers - the head-on conflict between the Archlich Alexis and his faceless follower "Grand Duke Ivanov" directly caused tragic losses to the Undead army.

Not only did they suffer losses immediately from the fight between the two, but they also had to face a series of subsequent problems during the subsequent retreat: terrain changes, building collapses, and new undead within the army that were distorted into unknown monsters from time to time and began to attack indiscriminately against friend or foe. In addition, they also lost the ability to efficiently replenish their troops - the Archlich was fighting fiercely in the rear and had no time to bring them more fresh blood - which directly led to a continuous decrease in the number of undead armies, whether they were zombies, skeletons or ghosts.

As for the living people... the tolerance of the living people to madness is far lower than that of the undead creatures. The latter are less likely to fall into madness because their souls are originally incomplete or distorted to a certain extent. The living soldiers are not so lucky. After facing the high-level followers of the dark gods, they either died, mutated, or went crazy on the spot. Judging from the average level of the living soldiers in this army, the number of survivors is almost negligible.

In this way, an almost crippled army retreated to the location of the Wall of Erumu.

Of course, things are far from that simple.

In the previous siege, due to the betrayal of a traitor, the main gate and multiple side gates of the Wall of Erumu were easily transferred to the "Legacy of Natya". However, the latter had no interest in controlling the wall. The crazy officers and the undead followed the archlich Alexis and rushed into the city desperately, wanting to kill every living person in the city as soon as possible - or the traitors in their mouths - in order to "purify" the city and "regain the glory of the Kingdom of Nasaran."

This leads to a very serious problem.

In other words, after their offensive was blocked, they not only failed to capture the city - but also lost control of the Wall of Erumu.

As we all know, the Ailumu Wall is a legendary wall that is more than 100 meters high and thick enough to build a wartime command center. If I just say this, you may not understand the meaning and the specialness of this magical wall, so we can change the way we say it.

The wall itself can be considered a large fortress. Soldiers stationed on the Ailumu Wall are not only on the top of the wall or at the foot of the wall, but also in the hollows inside the wall, attacking enemies outside the wall through the projectile holes, or controlling the city defense weapons installed on the wall from the inside.

It is true that the highest and second highest commanders of the defenders died in battle and rebelled, and a large number of mid-level commanders were killed unexpectedly. This was almost a devastating blow to the command system on the Erumu Wall. However, after so long, time has passed from dusk to night. No matter what just happened, the defenders who were let go by "Legacy of Natya" organized themselves again and withdrew from the city wall to the city. After a brief discussion, they came to a unified conclusion:

Never run away, blood debt must be paid with blood.

The blood of the Muiranders was originally strong and even violent, and the simple folk customs in the south did soften this passion, but after being betrayed and defeated inexplicably, almost every soldier present was definitely and strongly "ignited" - to put it bluntly, they were enraged. Originally, after facing such a level of war damage, they should have fled and completely abandoned the city behind them, but no one said so. Those who had such ideas now dared not say so at all, otherwise they might have been beheaded by their comrades before being hacked to death by the enemy.

They are now filled with passion and are ready to fight to the death with the undead in the city - and at this juncture, two new forces arrive here.

One is the "Legacy of Natya" just mentioned, which has suffered repeated attacks despite its huge military force.

The other is the Iron Leviathan Army led by Lusa Ephayet of the "Opera House".

At the foot of the Wall of Erumu, on a scorched street, three forces gathered together, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.