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The human body does not change, but endless magic flows into it.

Lord Huahua ended his meditation, returned his attention to the battlefield, and used the guided magic power to mobilize the ancient magic.

It just blew slightly and covered the sea with a layer of mist.

Mists continued to escape from Lord Huahua's mouth, and the magic used to protect the temple city appeared elsewhere for the first time.

The fog spread for dozens of miles, and the light fog turned into thick fog.

By the end, the vampire is completely invisible in it.

But other creatures were not affected. The Dragon Prince, who was fighting hundreds of fear beasts and undead dragons, was surprised by the magic in the mist. With the help of the phantoms that kept emerging in the mist, he easily killed these difficult creatures. of enemies.

The tired dragon princes looked at each other. The knights who once dominated the sky had been reduced by half.

This is unimaginable, because the battle damage of a dragon is enough to be remembered. It represents the loss of an heir of an ancient family.

Full of grief and indignation, the dragon knights continued to go deep into the burial ship cemetery without hesitation, vowing to crush the bones of the culprits and raise them to ashes.

In the sea water, Lynch smelled the familiar power in the mist.

There is no doubt that this is the magic of the city of fog.

The phantoms that keep appearing in the fog are not false, they have real power.

This is an advanced use of shadow magic.

The offensive of the Thoros Legion can no longer be contained. The cold-blooded species have inherited experience in fighting in the fog, and the omnipresent phantom is their best ally.

The crowded vampire battleships were unconsciously separated. The power of the phantom made them miserable, and they fell into the encirclement of the lizards without knowing it.

The warships that came to meet the enemy sank one after another. Count Noctilus felt the missing connection in his soul and fell into an unspeakable silence.

The cry of killing came from the port side of the Bloody Reaver. A fat ogre took the lead in climbing onto the decaying deck, followed closely by more ignorant human pirates.

The Earl did not hesitate to release the soul of the half-dead rat Skokchi. The Scarabross was able to escape the siege because it was an undersea battleship with a large amount of warpstone technology.

This is not out of kindness, but because the earl is going to use that dirty back-up plan.

The magic power of the ocean current has been exhausted, and it is difficult for the vampire count to reproduce the grand magic. It has reached its end.

The Dread Fleet has collapsed under the siege of the lizards and high elves, and the count is about to lose his last dignity.

Noctilas couldn't escape, but Kokki could, and so could the other undead in his ship.

Noctilus still has a large amount of warpstone hidden in its space magic, and the Count is not prepared to use these powers to fight to the death, even if theoretically, it can drain the magic power of the warpstone to destroy a fleet in one fell swoop.

There is no point in destroying more enemies as long as it cannot kill the shining lizardman and defeat the mage hidden behind the lizardmen.

It can only meet the end.

The old Ocean Terror promised the Skaven a large amount of warpstone in exchange for a victim. It would not die completely, and the victim would be its new body.

There was no forcible blackmail. The Count did not want to push the Rat Man into a desperate situation. The Rat Man had the back-up plan to perish together.

The half-whale, half-ship monster dived down again, no longer entangled with the Swordfish's Priest Manaway, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ratmen are always good at escaping.

Count Noctilus stood on the Bloody Reaver, atop the castle.

When it was in Sylvania, it was also the magic that was activated at this location. The magic that reached the sky even disturbed sleeping people thousands of miles away.

The legend of the Dread Fleet began to circulate from that time.

Times may change, but the undead never change.

It is the ruler of the ocean, and there is no end from the beginning!

The Bloodborne Guard are evenly matched against humans and ogres, something that was impossible in the past, and each of Noctilas's bodyguards can easily slaughter a human warband.

But the magic in the mist makes everything possible.

Storms cannot shake the giant ship that can carry the castle, but killing can.

There was also a shout all day long ahead of the Bloody Reavers, and ridiculous Morr followers came on board as never before.

With the help of his soul connection, Noctilas issued the battle orders one by one. He only needed to release the bloodthirsty ghosts in the cage to overthrow the stubborn resistance of mankind.

The earl stood by the crenellations of the castle, waiting reservedly for the warrior who could reach the top of the castle.

It will not be killed easily because it is Count Noctilus.

The maritime empire has come to an end, but death can never take away its soul.

Maybe it will be captured by demons after escaping from the siege, or maybe the half-dead rat betrayed it halfway and let it fall into the clutches of the Skaven.

Nothing matters anymore, the former von Carstein is waiting for a suitable opponent.

The dragon's roar frightened the thunder in the sky, and the huge star dragon slammed into the Bloody Reaver, instantly breaking through the air defense magic.

The ancient warship groaned under its load and stubbornly continued to stand amidst the strong winds and waves.

The count decisively awakened the sleeping Leviathan beasts, which would prevent the dragon from crashing into the castle so quickly.

Every time the count looked behind the ship, it became more and more glaring, and when it sizzled, Noctilus knew that the champion of the lizardfolk was aboard.

After thinking about it, Noctilus didn't have a way to deal with him.

Ordinary undead are no match for the lizard people. The giant beasts are vulnerable to the opponent's weapons, and their numbers will quickly disappear in the light.

Let him come, and Count Noctilus will greet the visitor himself.

What few people know is that the owner of the Dread Fleet is a rare sword master in the world, who was once the best in the contemporary empire. It does not only use magic.

Neither the Wolf God believers in the north nor the Sigma believers in the south could get out of the castle after challenging Nyklaus von Carstein.

Lynch killed the bloodthirsty demon shark and directly inspired the scepter to cut through the piled hull of the ancient ship.

He broke into the cabin of the Bloody Reaver, where various monsters were kept.

Strangely, no monsters remain in the cage, so it seems Lynch's enemies have no strength left.

After crashing through several partitions in succession, Lynch found his way up, perhaps a path of his own making.

The desperate roar of humans broke into Lynch's ears, and it seemed that their situation was not good.

On the deck, Undead Killer Barry took advantage of Death Scythe Lane to jam the bloodthirsty ghost with his scythe. He swung Maul's scythe with all his strength and chopped off the monster's head.

Excessive force broke the former athletic champion's spine, and he fell together with the bloodthirsty ghost.

Old man, charge! We are Mor's rose and Death's scythe!

After forty years, old Barry once again shouted this war cry.

It was their first battle group that stifled the undead's final counterattack in the Stir Territory.

At that time, he, Ryan and a dozen other people were the last survivors in the fighting.

They also shouted this slogan, rushed towards the fleeing vampire army, and achieved an impossible miracle.