Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 337 Counterattack at the Border

The pedestrians coming and going were no longer a mixed bag, and the high elf soldiers patrolling the streets gave Sherlock a sense of security. He quickly found a weapons store and used the remaining money he had to buy an elf civilian longbow and some arrows. arrow.

It was impossible for him to go back to Horsell Town to pack up and set off again. Westland was no longer safe and he had to leave as soon as possible.

The empire's army is in Sylvania, and the front line of the war is the safest place for him.

Whether it was the Stirland or the Ostermark Territory, it would be better than him continuing to stay around Marienburg.

After a brief arrangement, Sherlock decisively fled to the southeast.

Maybe no one cares about Sherlock at all, or maybe Ms. Lina is not as mysterious and powerful as Sherlock imagined, and he never waited for the pursuers.

The lady whose face was covered by a silver mask withdrew her gaze to the southeast. She held a wine glass and calmly watched the demons dancing on the stage.

A tall, pink-skinned lady and gentleman wearing chef uniforms also joined the dance.

They quickly blend in with others with their great looks.

Mortal secrets are poured out indiscriminately, only to receive a musky whisper.

The gentlest caress is not as good as their simple waving, the slender white tenderness is smoother than silk, and the neutral beauty is enough to make the most powerful warrior bend.

Who can keep himself amidst the intoxicating fragrance?

"Lynch?"

On the grassland bordering Ostermark and Kislev, the strange thing under the dark clouds whispered the name in a deep and penetrating tone.

The lizard man, who traveled across Kislev day and night, raised his eyes to the south with slight surprise. The unclean creature in the darkness actually knew his name.

"Vampire bastard, I'll give you a word."

"No, no, no, we don't have to fight. Followers of the old gods, we are not enemies."

Clearly, it squandered the opportunity.

Lynch lit the scepter, and in the next moment, his figure that was left on the spot was torn into afterimages. The terrifying sound of breaking through the air, accompanied by the majestic sunlight, crashed into the wave of undead that was about to enter Kislev. .

The evil magic shrieked and retreated from the sunlight, and the smoke clouds of undead creatures were torn into pieces by the pure brilliance, turning into scattered bones and mountains of collapsed corpses.

The undead bats in the sky could not withstand the purification of the sun and fell in pieces, letting the black mist fall into rain.

Nothing can stop him.

Zombies and skeletons will disintegrate in just a moment in the sun. Tomb ghouls are like moths flying towards the flames and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Ghouls are cowardly undead who retreat in droves from the battlefield after realizing that the sacrifices of their companions are meaningless.

They completely ignored the vampire's strict orders and allowed their exasperated masters to rage impotently.

How could a being with a self want to die in vain?

The tomb guards wearing ancient armor are the most trusted bodyguards of vampires, but their counterattacks have not achieved any effect.

All the uncleanness was dissipated in the mighty sunshine. Perhaps these warriors wearing ancient armor were an out-and-out nightmare for mortals, but Lynch was no longer a mortal.

The enchanted blades of the Tomb Guard can't even get close to the Saurus, and they start to spontaneously combust just by stepping into the sunlight. Their heavy armor cannot protect the inner filth. Sunlight always purifies the soul rather than the heavy armor.

They are not as powerful as demons. Necromancy desecrates their sleep, which does not mean that they can be as immortal as they seem.

Some horrifying blurry figures pushed the corpse truck made of rotten wood and rusty metal, slowly approaching the light.

Perhaps they thought that the other party was as fragile as the mortals of the empire, and even the fleeing front army could not make them turn back.

Every corpse truck is a magnet for dark magic, and their mere passing can cause the corpse to stand up again.

But it’s useless no matter how many corpses are standing up.

All undead souls exposed to sunlight will disintegrate quickly. Their intimidation and hallucination to living people only made Lynch watch the illusion a few more times.

Perhaps the smoke and fire pots they carry can drive mages into mental madness, and perhaps the warpstone particles they carry can easily destroy the spirit of spellcasters, but they are facing an enemy that has never been defeated, and Lynch has never been a fragile spellcaster.

The ridiculous tricks of the undead didn't even slow down the lizard man, and the black knight awakened by the vampire could cause him some trouble.

These ancient knights, who were disturbed from their sleep, launched a fearless charge towards the hurricane-like advancing lizard men, but their futile offensive ended in total annihilation.

The ugly and tall tomb ghosts are probably the trump card of vampires. Groups of blood descendants of the Stryger family crash into the sun with their dishonorable servants. The descendants they create with the degraded blood kiss finally end their lowly lives in the sun. .

Only a blood descendant of the Stryger family would create such a miserable undead out of desperation. A normal vampire would not allow a ghoul to bite his own blood vessels.

Lynch didn't know why these unlucky guys, whose families and countries were ruined, worked for the Carstein family in Sylvania.

Crypt Ghouls are a formidable evil to mortals, as they are neither living nor dead.

Perhaps they could inflict overwhelming damage to the priests of Maul, but they were nothing to Lynch.

Even without relying on the purification field of the scepter, he can easily eliminate the enemy. The purification field only speeds up the process.

Just like before, he broke through the undead army.

The vampire commander abandoned the army without hesitation and fled in the direction from which he came.

Because it is a survivor at sea. Who would not trace the existence that caused the disaster after the disaster?

The wailing of its colleagues cannot buy it back, because it knew the result from the beginning.

There is no need to carry out the advancement mission anymore. The might of the Dread Fleet cannot stop the opponent, let alone a feint attack launched by the Sylvania Province towards Kislev?

"We will launch a feint attack to give you a chance, Cimili, swear to me that you will deliver the letter to His Majesty Magnus."

"Yes, General, I swear to More, even if I die, I will deliver the letter to His Majesty."

Angelo Veneva closed his eyes and opened them after the unspeakable silence lasted for a long time.

The guarantee of a champion no longer seems precious at this time.

He had to let the outside world know that Ostermark was not as completely in enemy hands as it seemed.

The enemy was merely outnumbered and the Ostermarks resisted, they were never conquered.

(End of this chapter)