Archdemon

The king of Nanhe was just transferred from Anjiang Province. It's normal that you don't know about it." Hua Feng laughed, and then continued: "This time they sent out three Type C divisions and three Type B regiments, led by a legend." "What a big deal!" Hua Feng couldn't help but smack his lips. Huo Ling listened to him and couldn't help but marvel. A, B, C, and D are the organization of the Daxia army, and Type C can only be an ordinary army. Each Type C division has six regiments, totaling 10,000 people. Ordinary soldiers are apprentices, non-commissioned officers and officers are professionals above the Black Iron level, the regiment commander is gold, and the division commander is a saint. The Type B organization is much more powerful. Each Type B regiment has about 1,500 people. Ordinary soldiers are all Black Iron Rank, and NCOs and officers are all Silver Rank professionals.

The battalion commander is already Gold Rank, and the regiment commander can only be a professional who has reached the Saint Realm.

In addition, each regiment is equipped with a 30-man magic support company. The ranks of these spellcasters are all above Silver, and the company commander of the magic support company is a senior Gold Mage.

In this way, the number of troops dispatched by Nan Hebo this time reached 35,000, which is indeed not to be underestimated.

Launching a counterattack is also a good thing for Huo Ling. They have been defending Kangchuan Fort for half a year. Recently, there have been no jackals attacking, resulting in less potential points.

And there is no opportunity to make money here. Although the logistics transfer is here, the people in the logistics department can't make much money here.

…

Another month passed. Huo Ling, who had just finished meditating, received a message from his teacher and hurried to the basement of the central tower.

"Teacher, I'm here." Huo Ling came to the basement and saw his teacher standing in front of two upright coffins.

"Today is the time to finish the spell of making the Horror Knight. You also contributed to the making of these two Horror Knights. I asked you to come and see if our experiment was successful." He Wenhan smiled slightly, and then continued to look at the two coffins in front of him.

No one knows whether the corpses transformed from flesh and blood can be successfully used to make Horror Knights.

Although some of the attributes of these corpses have reached the gold level, their real level is not gold after all, so it is hard to say whether there will be problems here.

After a while, there was a movement in a coffin.

"Ka La La!"

The corpse in the coffin was successfully revived, and then the runes on the rune array carved on the ground began to glow, and the flesh and soul essence placed on the side began to tremble. These essences were sucked into the coffin as if they were swallowed by a whale.

He Wenhan watched this scene nervously, his heart was already in his throat.

"Bang!"

The coffin board was blown away, and Huo Ling looked through the dense death energy. A warrior wearing thick armor was standing in the center of the coffin with his hands on the sword.

The dense death energy surrounded him. In his helmet, a ball of weak soul fire was constantly trembling, like a human heart. This trembling also drove the death energy on the side to surge.

"Boom!"

As if it had accumulated to the extreme, the originally weak soul fire suddenly exploded, from a weak spark, it burned violently to the whole body.

The runes engraved on the armor were successfully activated under the burning of the soul fire, and the terrifying might was gradually strengthened at this moment.

He Wenhan had clenched his hands, and the revival of the Terror Knight had reached a critical moment.

As the soul fire burned, two circles of runes connected end to end flew out of the soul fire and flew around the entire corpse.

The soul fire seemed to be providing energy for the flying runes and giving them more power.

The flying runes constantly surrounded the corpse wearing armor, and continued to shrink as they flew, and finally sank into the chest of the corpse.

The chest of the corpse was like a huge fireball burning, and this light could not be blocked even with thick armor as a cover.

"Teacher, what is this?" Huo Ling looked at this scene and couldn't help asking.

"This is the core of the Terror Knight's ability to release spell-like abilities. Without this core, the combat effectiveness of the Terror Knight will be greatly reduced." He Wenhan explained.

"Core? Could it be a magic core?"

"Yes, the core is made of a gold-level magic core!" He Wenhan nodded.

What a luxury!

No wonder He Wenhan has only accumulated three Dread Knights in all these years. It turns out that in addition to the gold-level

In addition to the corpse of the warrior, a gold-level magic core is also needed.

No wonder Huo Ling had never thought about this question before. Why does the horror knight made from the corpse of the warrior have the ability to release spells? It turns out that the root is here.

"Swish!"

The soul fire burned violently again, sucking the essence of the flesh and blood soul placed on the magic circle in one breath, and then the soul fire burning outside gradually retracted into the armor. Like a finishing touch, the two empty eye sockets on the helmet lit up with green flames.

"It's done!" He Wenhan couldn't help but whispered, his tone full of joy.

But the horror knight's actions have not stopped. He walked out of the coffin with a broadsword in his hand, walked to the center of the magic circle, knelt on one knee, and suddenly thrust the sword into the ground.

Along with the trembling of the soul fire, a soul fire has already flowed along the blade to the ground, quickly forming a complex rune array on the ground.

With the continuous supply of soul fire, the magic circle seemed to tear the space apart. The eyes of the Horror Knight, burning with green flames, shot out a foot-long flame, and through the magic circle burning with soul fire, it seemed to be searching for something.

"Wheeze!"

A sound of horses came from the magic circle, and then the Horror Knight stood up and pulled out the broadsword stuck in the ground.

The soul fire burned violently on its armor. He held the sword with both hands and slashed it in the air in front of the magic circle.

This sword was like tearing the space apart. A space crack was opened, and a tall black unicorn ran out of the crack.

This warhorse was tall, with a shoulder height of at least two meters. It had a black horn on its head, fine black scales all over its body, and black flames burning on its four hooves.

Nightmare warhorse!

The Horror Knight pressed his gauntleted hand on the forehead of the Nightmare Horse. The soul fire was vibrating, and a small magic circle appeared in the center of the Horror Knight and the Nightmare Horse, and then split into two and fell on the Horror Knight and the Nightmare Horse.

The Knight Contract was successfully signed!

"Roar!"

The Horror Knight turned around and faced the coffin where he was before. Under its command, the soul fire wrapped around the coffin. The intense burning of the soul fire burned the thick coffin made of abyssal magic iron into molten iron.

Then, under the shaping of his soul fire, the molten iron turned into his full set of equipment, including the lance, knight shield, throwing short spear, and the vest on the Nightmare Horse.

At this point, the Horror Knight has been completed!