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Count Noctilus was shocked by the successive accidents. He controlled the half-dead rat to intercept the pursuers, and without hesitation abandoned part of the fleet to fight against the cold-blooded species.

The dragon princes fought with the bloody dragon, intending to cooperate with Prince Caledor to behead the vampire count.

Noctilus suddenly showed a sinister smile, it was not a weakling that could be bullied.

The absurd warship pieced together by countless ancient ships inspired the magic on the ship, and the fear of the ocean incarnate raised its sword again.

While the ocean currents were still under the control of the Dread Fleet, the Count once again extracted the magic power from the ocean.

Noctilas just made a slight stroke with his sword, and a deep gap opened in the sky.

Before Teclis could close the deep abyss, dozens of dragon princes and sun dragons died silently in the abyss.

After the darkness dissipated, the bone dragons and their skeleton knights were exposed, and the green soul fire jumped in their empty eye sockets.

The glory of the past will never return again, and the count controls the dead with his will, causing them to turn swords against their previous companions.

The power of the Shipyard was squandered because the Count knew he might be in a last ditch effort.

The bloodborn desperately fight against the elven mages, stalling for their master's time.

Necromantic magic rose from the rugged trench, and one after another Necromantic magic flowed from the hands of Count Noctilus.

The sea became strangely calm, and the continuous lightning was stained with blood.

The earl's eyes turned into the deadly Eyes of Nagash. The death gaze caused the flesh and blood of the dragons to wither and be peeled off by unnatural forces, revealing the stark white bones.

Its raised hand turned into a terrifying touch of death. Whenever Noctilas raised his hand to hold it, a dragon prince would instantly turn into shriveled dust.

Reality was torn open by magic, and more demons crazily crawled into the mortal world, but were ignited into torches by the terrifying power at the center of the storm, and could only disappear unwillingly.

Giant dragons fell from the sky one after another, and then rose again a moment later, rushing towards their former companions.

The sea is filled with blood mist, and the strong wind is like the whisper of the dying, reminding every living person to stay away.

The power of death filled the mist, and the count controlled the bone dragon to block the fifty-three remaining dragon princes. It wanted to concentrate on controlling the next strategic spells and try to cripple the lizardman army in one fell swoop.

The full power of Dar shattered the count's body, and the withered flesh and blood dissipated like gunpowder smoke, leaving only white jade-like bones and an evil and powerful soul.

The magic it controls exceeds its capabilities, and its unscrupulous mobilization of the power in the ocean currents is not without consequences.

If the miracle at the center of the storm had not suppressed the influence of the devil, at least one changer would have broken into the count's mind.

The demon's whispers echoed in the count's ears, and several demons paid attention to this mortal who was crazy about absorbing magic.

Suddenly, these whispers dispersed, and all the malice that the Count felt was transferred away. A series of vicious sights crossed the space and were cast towards the floating pyramid in the distance.

In the pyramid engine, the overwhelmed oracle held the dagger tightly, but did not feel any sense of security from it.

There were only four of them left. The dwarves and elves were watching from the upper level. Because Eugen was a young fragile creature, he received the same care as the mage.

He had no idea what role he played on such a battlefield, and could only watch his own soldiers bleed to death.

Eugen felt the necromantic magic boiling up again and again. The necromantic power drove away other magic and dominated everything.

He didn't know how powerful the mage who could control such power was. Perhaps the omnipresent magic was a prank of a certain god, and mortals should not have such a power that could destroy the world.

If the other party pays attention to the mortals in the pyramid, Eugen is confident that he will die silently at his hands.

No amount of troops can defeat the master of the ocean.

In a daze, Eugen once again saw the illusory torrent of energy in the sky, and lost consciousness without resistance.

The Oracle's eyes instantly became more indifferent than ice, and Tigris, who was fighting with the vampire mage group, couldn't help but glance at the Oracle with the help of his peripheral vision in surprise.

The fearful human was gone, and now the consciousness within the body belonged to an ancient creature.

The Oracle also saw Asul, his eyes filled with curiosity and joy, like a child seeing a toy.

Slanwupeck's Hustle Lord struggled to adapt to the hot-blooded body, and the three young creatures in the Ancient Saint's engine made it happy with its choice.

Slan recalled the ancient knowledge and found the method to control this aircraft from the corners of his memory.

The third-generation Demon Toad activated the engine's internal jump device and instantly appeared on the upper level.

The bearded dwarf and the Hoth Sword Master looked at the human in surprise, and Asul could tell something was wrong with just one glance.

Luding thought that humans were bewitched by unknown forces and became enemies, so he hurriedly called on the dwarves to attack their former companions.

The giant sword suddenly slashed at the human, but was condensed in mid-air by invisible power.

The dwarves and elves lost their ability to resist and were bound in place by the air.

Lord Huahua didn't know why these two young creatures attacked him. Maybe it was the lack of correct teaching that caused them to lose their ancient civilization.

The Toad tolerated the young creature's offences, and the Lord of Hustle had always loved the Old One's young creations.

The Demon Toad pulled out the control panel of the Ancient Saint Engine, unlocked the secret lock, and activated the engine's weaponry.

The ancient symbols on the pyramid body lit up, and the wind of magic gathered in the tower, providing Teclis with great assistance.

The vampires were retreating steadily and lost their advantage of abundant energy. They could no longer suppress the Archmage at the magical level.

Because he forgot how to calibrate the engine, the Demon Toad cautiously did not directly use the engine's divine turret, but only relied on the passive energy traction device of the weapon system.

Lord Huahua climbed the stairs with some difficulty and arrived outside the tower.

The violent sea breeze rich in undead power blows on humans, but the demon toad cannot directly sense the changes with the help of his talent.

The human body limits its capabilities.

It can only rely on experience to see that the vampires in the center of the ocean current are crazy, and the undead are controlling forces that can easily destroy themselves.

Lord Huahua opened his mouth slightly, and at first only slightly invisible necromantic magic flowed into his mouth. Soon, the wind of magic gathered into a vortex on the pyramid.

No matter what kind of magic power it is, it all falls into the mouth of Lord Huahua.

Lord Huahua pondered, swallowing the omnipresent magic power.

All parties in the fight were affected, and the brilliance of magic faded from the battlefield, accompanied by the breath of Lord Huahua, dissipating raw energy.

The sound of the wind was gradually unified and turned into a regular whistling, like the breathing of some ancient creature.