Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 157: Reunion after two thousand years (10.3 supplement)

The great necromancer's laughter made the vampire in front of Lynch burst into tears. It had seen that figure before.

Thousands of years ago, when it was the aristocratic scholars of Nehekhara.

The dead routed the king's legions, slaughtered the city, and killed all those who did not serve the rebel king.

The Lord of the Dead stared coldly at the vampire from the collapsed temple, causing the vampire to panic completely.

Lynch took the opportunity and swung his staff, ending the twisted life of the blood descendant of Nikolachi.

But the vision didn't end, it became more real.

Following the death of the vampire, a violent explosion suddenly sounded in the temple buried under rubble.

The human skin book appeared in Lin Qi's field of vision again. The book had been spread out, and a strong spiritual body slowly slid out of the pages.

The crimson soul fire lit up from the spirit body.

In an instant, dark clouds covered the evil moon. In the ruins and the surrounding jungle, countless dead people lifted off the soil on their bodies and walked into the world again.

In places Lynch can't see, all over the world, places touched by death.

Each sleeping corpse was awakened by the great necromancer who returned to the mortal world.

On this mysterious night, all kinds of strange undead spirits became the masters of the night.

Hundreds of millions of the dead wander under the evil moon, and there will be no peace in the nights from now on, because...
  The destroyer of the ancient Nehekhara civilization, the co-lord of the undead, and the Immortal, has returned again after his skull was crushed by Sigma two thousand years ago.

Bones flew from all directions and pieced together Nagash's body.

With a scream, the more ancient undead were awakened, and the tyrannosaurus and triceratops with only their skeletons kicked up dust and filled the jungle night.

This did not bring a sense of security to the great necromancer, because it was attacked by unknown magic when it was just resurrected.

Fortunately, after confirmation, Nagash saw that this was the remaining power of this ruins.

The vampire traitor wanted to use this meager power to avoid accidents. Unfortunately, the power of the great necromancer was far beyond his imagination.

Nagash's eyes were inevitably drawn to the Saurus, an enemy he had faced before when he was still the prince of Khemri.

It was it that repelled the attacks of the Southland jungle dwellers and built the fortress city of Astri on the edge of the rainforest.

"The Immortal" Nagash is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer a mortal. The powerful enemy that it was difficult to face in the past is now nothing more than an ant to it.

The great necromancer stared at the lizard man, dark green magic rolling in its eyes.

A dark green ray, carrying the power of death and decay, crashed straight into the lizard man.

But the ray was bounced away before it even got close.

Nagash, who was about to divert his attention, focused his attention again.

It waved its hand in disbelief, pointed at the lizard man, and cursed it to spend thousands of years in an instant.

The rock was weathered by the power of magic, but the lizard man was unscathed. He just held his scepter high and rushed over one undead after another, rushing towards Nagash.

The magic shot at the lizard man was deflected, and no matter what kind of magic Nagash gathered, he could not stop him.

What's even more deadly is that not far away, another powerful mage gained a foothold in the undead wave and began to interfere with the magic of the great necromancer.

This made Nagash recall the battle two thousand years ago.

As Nagash retreated hastily, the rainforest suddenly turned into a forest.

Fear howled, awakening Nagash's memories of his last death regardless of friend or foe.

When Nagash looked at the lizard man again, he saw a majestic figure that could never be forgotten.

His long blond hair flowed freely over his muscular ridges, and he was burlier than the man Nagash remembered.

At a cursory glance, Nagash almost saw him as some sturdy orc warrior. But the warhammer that made Nagash’s skull feel a dull pain anchored the figure deep in his memory.

"No! He is just a mortal, he is already dead, and I have conquered death!"

Nagash screamed shrilly, shaking all the souls in the jungle.

The great necromancer suddenly pointed to the mountain on the left and held his bone fist fiercely.

Its power overcame the obstruction of the elven wizards and shook the rolling mountains.

It was like thousands of tyrannosaurs roaring, and the towering cliffs were shattered by powerful force.

The falling rocks scattered dust all over the sky, and under the control of the great necromancer, they hit the warriors rushing towards him.

Amid Nagash's spreading magic, dozens of awakened bone dragons flapped their wings and flew in from all directions.

The great necromancer gathered materials nearby and pulled up more undead beasts.

Without a trace of contempt, Nagash knew how terrifying that man was. Although he should have been dead long ago, Nagash must face it cautiously as long as there is a slight possibility.

The fear leaked out, causing the black mist to surge like a volcano.

The earth trembled due to the falling mountaintop, and the sound of the fall reached into the sky, and the gravel and smoke buried the figure.

The bright light lit up, finally penetrated the heavy falling rocks, and reached Nagash's empty eyes.

It saw him again.

A man pushed away the rock. The bronze armor on his body was scarred, and the wolfskin cloak on his back was stained with dust.

But the dust did not dim him. Under his wild and unruly long hair, his unshakable eyes were fixed on the great necromancer. Those eyes were like the sun in the dark night.

He seemed more unshakable than the mountains. Nagash was confident of tearing down the mountains, but he became timid under this gaze.

White flames lit up in the man's eyes, and the war hammer in his hand was bathed in white flames.

Exactly the same as two thousand years ago.

Nagash even sensed Ulric's divine power, and there was no doubt that it was confronting him.

"Sigma! No! Impossible!"

In another trance, the jungle and ruins disappeared completely. Nagash's own power roared crazily, recreating the tragic defeat two thousand years ago for its owner.

The Archmage seized the opportunity and no longer resisted the power of the Arch Necromancer, but instead attacked its fragile mind.

Among the rocks, it looked like the human emperor who would never be defeated, wearing Nagash's crown. The crown bounced off the magic that Nagash had worked so hard to prepare.

Nagash reflexively controlled the skeletal beast, causing the dead corpses of Triceratops and Tyrannosaurus to rush towards "Sigma".

The giant skeletal beast dissipated in the light, and he easily passed through the obstacles of the undead.

Gradually, Nagash saw more people.

These uncivilized primitive people followed the Human Emperor, waving war hammers and roaring the name of the White Wolf God.

There are more vampires among the undead controlled by Nagash. They borrow the power of the great necromancer to spread death wantonly.

Nagash raised his hand slightly, then suddenly lowered it.

The majestic magic power gathered into a bone palm that covered the sky and the moon, and slammed hard at the warriors charging in the undead wave.

They died without resistance, but there was still light remaining unmoving in the darkness.

The annihilation of the entire army did not make him despair!
  The vampire walking among the undead was afraid. No matter how Nagash urged him, he refused to take another step forward and face the incarnation of the White Wolf God whose whole body was burning with white flames.

(End of this chapter)