This Lich Needs More Money

After killing a wax-melting monster that had lost its home, this piece of rotten grass basically had no threat.

Anger Watson then arranged the defense line in an orderly manner according to the plan.

More strange-looking undead soldiers came out of the space gate and quickly began to transform this piece of grass.

There were long undead worms as long as trains, and they would pull out white walls wherever they crawled.

This was a new thing that Amber Xiu had researched using the bone virus of the Alchemy City. The pile of white matter pulled out was not only feces, but also bones that could be freely shaped. Wherever the worms crawled, they could build walls of that shape.

This material had a very strong stench, which the undead didn't care about because they had no sense of smell, but if the demons came to demolish it, the liquids with stronger odors in the walls would splash out, and the strong stench was enough to make the demons faint.

Dozens of undead worms as long as trains began to crawl quickly, and simple fortresses were built one after another.

An expert will find that the locations of these fortresses are very particular, and they are clearly the key locations of large magic arrays.

Then a large number of ghosts floated out of the space gate and fell into the designated location, becoming the nutrients of the magic array, causing gray dust to fall continuously within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

This is the Scourge of the Undead. The creatures that inhale these dusts will be eroded by the dark magic at all times. At the least, their body functions will decline, and at the worst, they will fall to the ground and die and turn into undead.

In addition, where the gray dust is located, the undead can obtain a lasting self-recovery effect, strengthen their strength, strengthen their resistance and magic effects, and can also add soul imprints to all undead within the range, and automatically burst out an effect similar to the soul scream when they die. Although it is a weakened version, there is no effect of instant death if you can't hold on, but it can also shock the souls of all living beings.

Either dizziness, headache, or other negative effects.

This is not a traditional necromancy spell, but a new type of Scourge of the Undead that Amberxiu has re-researched after referring to many opinions and materials.

It cannot be used in the main material plane, otherwise other gods will fight with Amberxiu.

But it doesn't matter when dealing with demons. Amber was afraid that the scene was not big enough, so he used alchemy and biotechnology from hell to strengthen it. In order to achieve this goal, Amber had to spend a large amount of money again to speed up time and speed up his research and development.

This is the benefit of relying on the God of Alchemy.

For other gods, it doesn't make much sense to speed up by 10,000 years, because their power comes from their priesthood, faith, and their own racial talents, and these things will not change much over time.

But alchemy is different. Even if the power of God does not increase at all, the knowledge reserve of alchemy will become stronger and stronger, and the creations created will become more and more terrible.

This may be the reason why the Lord of Knowledge cares about the God of Alchemy very much. Even mortal alchemists have to intervene in the trouble, which is out of character for Oghma.

Out of control knowledge is more terrible than any divine art, which means that Amber is now the Grand Duke of the Devil, and his status is the same as Oghma, and Amber can guarantee that he can control it, otherwise Oghma will definitely not let Amber mess around.

Knowledge ferments into terrible things under the influence of time, which are the undead with various strange functions in front of him.

Anger Watson has never fought such a rich war, and at the same time he secretly sweats for his motherland.

If this devil archduke took out these things when he was still a lich, could the Ryan Empire still hold on?

It is true that holy light can defeat undead, but these undead in front of him are not traditional undead. Just those ultra-long-range strike weapons can make the Ryan people die before they can see the enemy.

But now, these undead have become troops under his control, and Anger Watson just feels happy in his heart.

It seems that going to hell is not so miserable, at least it is impossible to have such a commander's experience when alive.

The rumbling sound of artillery sounded, and the first batch of demons who found something wrong had arrived on the battlefield. They had never seen intensive long-range strikes, and the demons didn't know to disperse the formation at all, and they would only squeeze together and rush forward.

As a result, they were covered by saturation artillery fire as soon as they entered the range, and then they were blown all over the sky.

This round of bombing for ten seconds killed at least 20,000 demons.

The large army was operating in an orderly manner under the command of Anger Watson, but Melina and Paluriel, two strong men who were out of the ordinary, became free.

After the position was established, it was a war of attrition between conventional troops. Melina and Paluriel, who had strong combat power, could only wait and would not be used until the critical moment.

This made Paluriel idle, and his eyes turned around, looking straight at Melina, as if he was looking at something special.

Melina, who was wearing heavy armor, sat quietly aside, carefully wiping her spear, cleaning the remaining demonic flesh and blood on it, and was so focused that she completely ignored Paluriel's gaze.

Finally, Parulil couldn't help but say, "You are not Melina, who are you?"

Melina stopped wiping her spear and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

But Parulil said with certainty, "Don't pretend. Although your disguise is very powerful and I can't even see through your illusion, you are definitely not Melina. That child can't be so focused and so quiet..."

Before Parulil finished her words, the tip of the spear had already stopped at her throat.

The speed was incredibly fast, as if the tip of the spear had been pointed at his throat from the beginning.

However, Parulil ignored the threat of the spear tip and said to herself: "I knew that Melina didn't have such ability... Who are you? Lich God Velsharon? No, He doesn't have your momentum, and I didn't sense that you used divine power just now... Something is wrong, you are still a mortal, can a mortal have such power?!"

However, Melina slowly retracted the spear and said calmly: "You underestimate the power of mortals too much."

After saying this, Melina began to wipe the spear again, as if nothing had happened just now.

However, Parulil insisted: "Is it the arrangement of that guy Arthas, who asked someone to pretend to be his daughter and use it as bait? Who is he trying to deceive? Xirik, or those demons? Tell me quickly, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

However, Melina remained unmoved and completely ignored Parulil's noise.

Parulil couldn't help but hold his dagger, but at the moment when he had a hint of hostility, he felt a sharp breath like substance falling on him.

He swore by his divine perception that this was not an illusion, but the other party's hostility had also condensed into substance.

"Mortal... are you really just a mortal? This is too unreasonable!" Parulil said in disbelief.

The gap between gods and mortals is more exaggerated than that between humans and ants, because gods have many immunity effects, and mortals' spells and martial arts can only be a joke to gods.

Only those legendary figures in stories can kill gods as mortals, and there are many prerequisites. They must seize the weakness of gods to have a chance to succeed.

But Parulil now has an illusion that if he really swings this dagger, the opponent's spear will pierce his throat first.

This is too outrageous and does not make sense at all.

Such a powerful mortal, he can't be a mortal, he should have ascended to the throne of God long ago.

The more mysterious it was, the more excited Parulil was.

He was never afraid of death. As long as he could satisfy his curiosity, Parulil was willing to do anything and pay any price.

Just as Parulil was about to take action, the projection of Amberxiu suddenly appeared between the two of them, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

Amberxiu stared at Parulil and said, "You lunatic, now is not the time to mess around."

Parulil laughed and said, "I knew it, I guessed right, this is not your daughter!"

Amberxiu did not answer this question, but warned very seriously, "You ruined my plan, and you will never think of mastering the power of destiny in your life. I always do what I say, you should know this very well."

Parulil narrowed his eyes. He never doubted Amberxiu's words. This guy was just like himself. He could do anything outrageous. He didn't believe in evil at the beginning, so he was killed and went to hell.

If Ambersu threatened her with death, Parulil would do it without any care, but becoming a prophecy mage was her dream for many years. Now she felt that she was only one step away from success, and it would be a pity to give up now.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Parulil said helplessly: "Okay, you are the devil's duke now, you have the final say."

After saying this, Parulil said to Melina: "Dear little guy, sister really wants to take off your helmet now to see what you really look like, but don't worry, I will let you take off the helmet yourself for me to see."

Ambersu breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Parulil, the madman, would do it on the spot, and then it would be completely messed up.

When Ambersu's projection disappeared, Parulil really kept his promise and did not show any intention of taking action again, but he did not give up asking for her intention.

"Hey, little guy, I think you are younger than me, right?"

"Hehe, you don't talk, it seems that you are not affected by me at all. You have hurt my self-esteem a little bit. I am a lustful demon."

"Where did Melina go? Arthas is very cautious. Since there is a fake like you, the real Melina must be hidden very well by him. I guess, she is stuffed into his private space?"

"Don't really keep silent. When we go to the battlefield, we are not sure whether we can survive. If we don't talk now, we may never be able to talk again."

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Parulier kept talking, and finally waited for Melina in front of her to reply: "Don't worry, hide behind me when you are in danger."

Parulier was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"You, protect me? Just because you... No, you may really have this ability, but why do you want to protect me? You are not charmed by me, and you don't know me..."

Parulier was talking, but was interrupted by a simple sentence.

"Since you and I are on the same side, we are comrades, and this reason is enough."

Parulil was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help scolding: "Childish, you look like a child who has not grown up."

However, this time Melina did not respond again, but just put away the cleaned spear, and then sat down quietly to rest.

Parulil wanted to provoke a few more words, but he found that the man in front of him was not just saying polite words to show off.

Parulil was very confident in his judgment. This guy was serious. Even though he had just behaved so annoyingly, this guy was actually willing to protect himself at a critical moment.

Who is this person?

Parulil was getting more and more curious, but this time he did not ask any more questions, but just looked at the other party quietly.

No matter how noisy the battle outside was, the mysterious man in the armor in front of him remained motionless. This man seemed to be born for the battlefield. He was not excited, nervous, or cowardly. Going to the battlefield was like going home.

Such a special temperament was indeed extraordinary.

Arthas always found so many special talents to work for him. He was really a child favored by fate.

While thinking, suddenly a horn sounded.

It was a special combat signal, indicating that a powerful enemy had appeared on the battlefield, and Parulil and Melina needed to take action.

The two stood up together and left the resting tent.

Walking out of the door, without anyone's guidance, the two looked up at the sky at the same time.

A large black spot appeared in the distant sky. It was an air force composed of thousands of eye demons.

One of the eye demons was as big as a hill and was rushing towards the undead position at a very fast speed.

Parulier said in surprise: "Another quasi-divine power! It came too fast!"

Melina said: "Not normal, demons are not idiots, how can they use this kind of fueling tactics?"

Just now, a wax melting demon of the god level was killed by them, how could an eye demon suddenly appear? Even if the enemy wants to attack in a large scale, it should be a group of god-level strong men who attack together. Wouldn't it be suicide if they come up one by one?

Parulier smiled and said: "Little guy, you don't understand this, right? Demons are more cruel than we think. Even the strong men under the same lord act alone, because no one can guarantee that they will not be stabbed in the back when attacking.

"Even the demon lord cannot ensure that his men will not kill each other. Chaos is the essence of demons, and it is an unpredictable and unchangeable nature. Otherwise, how could hell last for so many years. Don't worry, the demons will only come one by one, and they will never dare to rush up. "

Melina nodded and said: "Thank you for your advice. "

After saying that, Melina summoned her mount. The seemingly ordinary skeleton horse had its four hooves lifted off the ground and rushed into the sky.

Paluril looked at the Death Knight who was charging straight into the sky and couldn't help thinking that this guy must have been sealing his own power.

With so many eye demons in front of him, if he was allowed to charge alone, would he be forced to use his full strength?

If it were a few hundred years ago, Paluril would really watch him face thousands of troops alone, just to verify what she thought in her heart.

But after staying in the hell of intrigue for so long, the sentence "You can hide behind me when you are in danger" just now was the first sincere concern that Paluril had heard in hundreds of years.

"Because of the cool words you said just now..."

Paluril pondered, and his figure slowly became transparent, turning into an invisible shadow and following.