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The strong men under the wolf's skin penetrated the Necromancer's gun emplacement from the back. The Necromancer who hurriedly turned around was crushed into dregs by the knights before it could even cover it with several rounds of artillery fire.

No one would reject a creature that looked divine. When the looming light and shadow merged into the human army, the humans who had found allies burst out with more violent passion.

Everything is looking up, it seems.

The blind prophet was thankful for the rest of his life that the Blood God did not take away his soul in the end.

How could the powerful one sitting on the throne of God care about his small role?

He didn't do anything extreme. If it weren't for the white crow whispering, he wouldn't even know why he ran for his life.

Skarbrand was dead, the Emperor of Mankind had banished the demon, and he was safe.

Nagash casually pointed his staff into the sky, scattering the dark clouds.

This is what the demon needs, a very simple spell. The Undead Supreme is not stingy with such a sum of money, because it is also waiting for this opportunity.

The devil will bring death, and death will make its subjects more and more numerous. More importantly, once the spell is cast, those who try to take advantage of it will no longer be able to exit easily.

The great necromancer on the witchcraft carriage outlines the final touch of the magic circle with his feet, waving slightly towards the sky.

The dark clouds in the dark sky were cleared away by invisible forces in the blink of an eye. The evil moon, which looked down on all living beings, sat high on the dome of the night sky. In just a blink of an eye, it was soaked in blood.

Thousands of invisible forces instantly climbed to the top of the evil moon, trying to wash away the evil blood, but their efforts were in vain. The great necromancer used his unparalleled will to pull against them. The same goes for the great warlocks.

This is a group of powerful opponents. Nagash doesn't know where they come from, but the plan has reached the final step. Chaos Warlocks and Gray Seers are standing behind the Necronomicon.

The undead magic power buried in the depths of the ocean rose up, and the undead magic power buried in the earth also exposed its fangs at the call of the undead co-lord.

Nine Volumes of Nagash floated up to the Supreme Lord of the Dead and spread out its pages.

The wind of death magic was almost torn out of the major vortex. Fortunately, another force stabilized the crumbling vortex.

The power displayed by the Great Necromancer scared its allies, and the will in the gutter retreated hastily, and even helped the unknown mage wash away the blood of Xie Yue.

Even their defection cannot stop the Great Necromancer from seizing the final success. It has been dormant for too long, and the world has forgotten the horror it represents.

The only drawback is that the power from far away seriously hinders this ceremony.

There are some greenish impurities in the blood, and it has not been completely transformed.

When the scarlet meteors streaked across the sky, many meteorites were burned up in the sky. Only the most powerful ones as expected successfully crossed the limit.

A small flaw, but inconsequential.

The Nikolaich family will create even greater trouble for them. The vampires don't care about Isil's transformation of the world. These mages who hide behind the scenes and obstruct the plan will be punished.

When the coward Fermat, who was sitting on the general's pig's head, heard the report from the front line, he almost thought he was in the wrong place.

What he is going to is the empire, nothing else:

There was sticky blood falling from the sky, demons and undead were swarming on the ground, and the big guys had a good time.

As bad as this sounds, across the Blackfire Pass is Iverland, a wealthy imperial province.

When the sight of the power of destruction was revealed in front of the goblin, he was convinced that the situation was worse than he expected.

But it was better than he expected. The greenskins could indeed give them a good fight.

The most optimistic rat warlock will no longer expect cooperation - the necromancer who once resisted the entire underground world alone has returned, not just a wandering soul or a broken body.

They must speed up the process. The corpse of the god can only be the Skaven. Yes, while the necromancer attracts all attention, everything is the Skaven.

Thousands of rat-men emerged from the underground of Kislev. Along the villages of the southern states, dense swarms of rats devoured grass roots, bloody sand and gravel, and beasts on the earth.

The fragile kingdoms of humanity have little resistance, as their rulers may not be aware of the drastic changes that have occurred in just an instant.

Hundreds of human soldiers were just hard-to-gnaw food in front of tens of thousands of rats. The crazy rats surrounded Western State from both the north and the south. This kingdom, which had not yet recovered from two disasters, was destroyed overnight. It completely collapsed.

The roar of the dragon resounded through the sky, and when the elf prince and the dragon flew across the sky, they could not change the overall situation.

Compared to the scale of tens of thousands of miles in radius, what do a dragon and a mage count?

If an individual could reverse everything, the Cataclysm would not have happened, millions of elves on Ulthuan would not have died under the sword of demons, and the dwarf cities would not have fallen one after another.

Mage Teclis's so-called coalition plan can be directly declared ruined, because no one really took his words to heart. The elves did not send troops, the dwarves did not appear in Kislev, and the imperial army was also not here.

Prince Pearl looked down at the swarm of rats on the ground. Facing such inferior creatures could not even give him a sense of honor.

Dragon flames washed the ground again and again, until the star dragon was unable to gather the flames, but the rats on the ground were not burned up.

joint? What a beautiful word, but in fact, dwarves prefer human monkeys, elves are more concerned about local interests, and the relationship between humans is even as dirty as the elf palace.

Pearl was not Aenario, and even Aenario couldn't stop the rats from all directions. It would have been the same for anyone else.

Give Pearl another hundred dragon knights, and he will have the confidence to protect the peace of a land, but now he is the only one.

Only the stupid mortals outside of Nagash would think that there is power in uniting, and that the truly powerful can change this insignificant world alone.

There are only two types of existences in the world, Nagash himself is the only one, and other existences are just his slaves.

If he could seize the god's body and use the remaining energy, Nagash would have the confidence to directly raise the black pyramid and become the sole master above the four gods.

This goal is already within sight.

At that time, the whole world will belong to it, and everything will become its private property.

Its plan is independent from its allies from beginning to end. As long as it can raise the black pyramid, use the magic device to gather all the magic in the world at one point, and use its soul to directly control it, it will have the power to devour the gods.

Beginning with the weak gods, these scum in the High Heavens are but stepping stones to the Necronomicon, which will eventually transcend all.

Of course, before that, it had to solve a small problem. It didn't want to be attacked by enemies from behind when heading north.