Blood tax

Chapter 532 The All-Out Battle between the Army of the Dead and the Legion ([-])
In the dark of night, the sound of pattering rain drowned out the subtle sounds.The troll turned out to have not discovered in time that the danger had followed him everywhere.

A troll finally felt that something was wrong, and looked in the direction where his companion fell just now.

There was no one there.

The rain gurgled down on the hard rock, and the abnormal ripples could faintly tell that something that did not belong to the rain was mixed in it.

What's on the ground?
He immediately drew out his scimitar and approached with a side step.A short-spear warrior patrolling nearby noticed his movements and immediately approached him.

"What happened? Where's that idiot Huimu?"

"Hush." ​​The machete warrior bent down vigilantly, touched the wet ground, raised his hand and looked again, only to see a puddle of strange viscous liquid sticking to his finger besides water.

"Living corpse!"

The warriors who guarded the pyramids were already familiar with this slime—the secretions of the rotting bodies of the infected.The scimitar warrior also shouted warning at the first time.

As soon as the words fell, the short spear warrior beside him was pierced through the chest by a sharp bone tail, and his body was hung high.

The scimitar warrior rolled over almost instinctively, flashed the other bone tail that was close at hand, and chopped it off with a flip of his hand.

This knife turned out to be like chopping on metal. Before the scimitar warrior had time to check the result, he turned around and rushed towards the camp, calling for help.However, before he could take a few steps, a pale bone chain whizzed past, and the sharp claws at the end were nailed to his thigh.

"what--!"

The scimitar warrior screamed and was dragged into the darkness.He struggled desperately and slashed wildly with his knife, but he was still lifted up like a frog bitten by a poisonous snake, and he was brought up in front of a huge grinning mouth...

There was a chewing sound in the dark.

Just in front of the troll team, a pair of huge icy bone wings spread out in the darkness, and a pulsating cold air cyclone was imprisoned in the huge sternum like a blue one-eyed scrutinizing the prey, and the six giant arms composed of countless bones waved With bone chains, bone shields, bone spears, bone sickles and giant axes, the long tail covered with bone spurs whipped wantonly in the strong wind.

A huge undead monster blocked the troll's way, and a deep roar lingered in the mind:
"Bone Judge Glatoni!"

"This is a rotting soul corpse!"

"An undead creature of extraordinary rank!"

"It actually blocked us in front of us..."

"We're done!"

All the trolls were terrified a long time ago, and when they saw Gulatoni appearing, all of them turned pale.

Winnosis was also flustered.Seeing that the team was about to collapse, he gritted his teeth and raised his voice to encourage his people:
"Don't be afraid! This is just a puppet stitched with carrion flesh. After leaving the slavery of the death knight, it is not a real extraordinary creature!
"I have already calculated that the King's army has arrived at this time, and it is impossible for the death knight to fight him..."

The cheering shouts suddenly turned into murmurs, and the trolls were terrified and speechless as they watched Vinnosis, who was encouraging everyone, stare dumbfounded at the dark narrow passage ahead.

In the hazy rain and fog, Yiqi's indescribable figure gradually emerged.

His eyes shone with a breathtaking crimson light.Looking directly at this light, the soul seems to be swallowed into a bottomless vortex.

As soon as the knight appeared, the earth was polluted, and there was surging black mud.The four hooves of the skeleton army trampled on the mud, and the splashed black mud even stained the rain in the night with evil and chaos!
His existence assimilates the surrounding environment; wherever the iron hooves go, it seems to be smeared with ink, and the gloomy and dark breath spreads and expands with an extremely powerful aggressiveness!
The most terrifying extraordinary creature under the demigod, the death knight who leads the undead army and walks between life and death is here!
The icy cyclone swirled around the knights and skeleton horses, and the darkness followed closely, singing withering wailing.

"Huh-huh-"

His voice seemed to have been reverberating and colliding in the cavity for a long time before it came out, making one feel a terrified impulse to turn around and run away immediately.

"Trolls of Zulhakkar.

"Surrender, or die."

Winnosis's answer was to walk out of the guards directly.

He appears to be a scholar, clad in robes.However, when he walked forward, his face was distorted and deformed, his body swelled rapidly, his steps became heavier and heavier, and a scarlet fierce light appeared in his eyes:
"Apostle of Ability God, you took great pains to ambush us here, but you didn't bring the cursed army with you. The death knight who left the tide of corpses is just a stronger monster.

"As long as you are sacrificed, all the rituals required by my master will be complete, and his wings that cover the sky and the sun will descend again."

Winnosis tore off his burqa, and mutated into a ferocious creature with a height of five meters. It looked like a Tyrannosaurus rex, its body was covered with solid dark green scales, its nails were extremely sharp, and even shone with a palpitating cold light.When the thick long tail flicked, it made an air-piercing roar.

The most frightening thing is that there is actually a troll's face on the crocodile-like head of the Tyrannosaurus rex, which seems to have been distorted by extreme pain and confusion, with its mouth open and howling crazily:
"Let me show you, Zuhaka's true power!

……

Beside the altar at the top of the tall pyramid, Griffith tapped his forehead and said to Erza beside him with a smile, "I blocked the high-ranking priest on the mountain road to the north. He turned into a Tyrannosaurus. Look at it like this Come on, the rest of the troll high-ranking lords may have some factors mixed with giant beast mutations."

"Then I'll deal with the troll," Erza said with concern, "You should concentrate on fighting Commodus."

"It's just a two-front battle, I can handle it," Griffith shook his head, "Your divinity is only temporarily suppressed, and it will be dangerous if you lose control again; let alone the general reserve team can act rashly."

At this time, in the town under the cliff, the Commodus Legion rushing to the rescue has arrived.

2000 troll spearmen were organized into 20 auxiliary squadrons to form the first line, and the legion was deployed on the second line.

50 squadrons, 4700 heavy infantry, each heavy infantry wears a helmet decorated with red feathers, wears a breastplate and greaves, holds a large shield covered with hard copper sheets in his left hand, and holds a 2-meter-long shield in his right hand. Long armor-piercing lance.

They are the veterans of Bayerland, the elite troops who followed the Commodus expedition, leaving room for maneuver between the squadrons, and they were lined up in eight rows of deep trots.If a powerful enemy dares to charge the formation, no shield or armor can stop them from throwing their full force from 8 yards.

800 musketeers equipped with the latest muskets completely replaced the old-fashioned archers and slingers, and organized skirmishers and squadrons were scattered around the large square.

The night was gloomy, but Commodus was still under pressure from the Bayeran Expeditionary Force.He couldn't wait, so he set fire to the nearby forest, and the army under the light of the fire swept in like dark clouds.

They were separated by undulating terrain, scattered manors and houses, forming three turbulent tributaries, marching from three directions to the three bases of suburban cemetery, town and pyramid... Although the undead hatching grounds are very ferocious and sinister, in this vast In front of the army, it was like a candle in the wind.

There was a sickening splash and crack underfoot as the soldier's boots slammed into the spreading black mud.These disgusting putrefaction almost made people's ankles sink, and the speed of advancement also slowed down.

"Quick, destroy those hatcheries!" Commodore's officers and sergeants issued orders one after another, speeding up regardless of the formation split.

As long as the cemetery and town are destroyed, the production and backup of the undead army will be cut off!Burn the black crystal tower, and the black mud will shrink and fade away!

Suddenly there was a roar like a shower in the air, followed by the loud noise of metal collisions and screams.The pikemen and legionnaires who charged at the front seemed to have hit a wall, and suddenly suffocated on the spot!
The spikes, which were more ferocious than throwing guns, pierced into the flesh, tearing the soldiers into pieces of flesh and blood!Those pieces of meat and blood spilled on the ground immediately dissolved, and were digested by the greedy and thirsty black mud in just a few seconds!
On the only way to the three bases, Griffith has already deployed more than 100 beasts!They flashed out from the shadow of the building, firing a salvo at the approaching legion.

(End of this chapter)