Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

What is the demeanor of the strong?

In the eyes of most people, when a man walks out of the crystal coffin, the terrain is changed from a plain battlefield to the East African Rift Valley by personal power.

This is the demeanor of the strong.

If you can say a word in Yingfeng: Well, it has been so many years, the former enemy, are you ready to stretch your neck to meet the sword edge of a thousand years ago?

Then dress up.

However, the man who walked out of the crystal coffin seemed to be a little off.

After the man woke up, he began to squat on the edge of the rift, squatted down to grab a handful of scorched earth, and then watched silently.

After watching for a long time, the man has a new movement.

Tour the battlefield.

A strange scene soon appeared on the battlefield of Nuo Da.

A man with a floating magic sword walked aimlessly on the battlefield, looking around and thinking.

Nearby, the three apostles and Qi Lin watched the man's every move quietly.

At the same time, the apostles also briefly told Qi Lin the story of the man.

A Qi Lin sounds like a story in a fantasy novel.

The man who used to be a demon lord.

The naturally powerful dragon race gave him extremely powerful magic and tyrannical physical strength.

It made him the first to become the strongest demon lord.

Later, the man who was invincible but didn't have any dragon-born goals met a man who traveled around and only wanted to kill the demons to become stronger.

In the descriptions of the apostles, the dragon is very strong.

Possessing ferocious power and endless magic, it is enough to tear apart all the screams of this world.

He is the bearer of doom, the voice of destruction, destined to unleash a bloody catastrophe.

But later, no one knew how the man persuaded the dragon, turned the dragon into a human form, and became the strongest army commander under that man.

Most regiments were temporarily formed from divisions.

The only exception is the legion of men.

The man led his legion, fought north and south, and won one tragic war after another.

He has been attacked countless times.

For example, a friendly army asked why there is no rear military medical team in the Prison Suppression Corps?

The man's answer: My legion, without that.

All wounded fighters or things affecting strategic actions were left behind.

Men have been criticized a lot for this.

A man who is already powerful and unsophisticated has been criticized a lot.

But every time when facing many people's verbal swords, the man will always remain silent, and the person who brought the dragon will always make a final decision in time and give the man the fullest trust and support.

Interestingly, the man was unanimously recognized by all the soldiers in the legion.

Someone once asked: How can an army that can even discard the wounded be killed by soldiers?

People's hearts are unstable, where is the military spirit?

No one answered this question.

Even when the apostle narrated up to this point, there was no answer.

And Qi Lin's conclusion so far is that this should be an iron-blooded leader?

For strategic goals, at all costs?

There is still no answer, the apostles seem to have a common problem.

It's the Riddler.

Qi Lin hated the Riddler very much, but he had no choice but to analyze it by himself with some clues and information points.

The apostle also told Qi Lin that the man in the form of the prison-suppressing dragon had traveled through various battlefields with his allies, igniting the flame of justice in the dark corners.

They liberate oppressed peoples and curb the forces of greed and evil.

With courage and wisdom, they broke the fate of the prison-suppressing dragon, and proved that they were not destined to become evil dragons.

A very nonsensical passage that looks like an official phrase that only appears in history books.

But Qi Lin didn't believe that the apostles would be aimless.

Thinking about the incident in Yutou Village, Qi Lin pondered: Could it be that this is about himself?

Qi Lin still couldn't get an immediate answer to this question.

Then, the apostle told Qi Lin.

A big battle started.

The man gave the man an order.

Lead the prison guard army and garrison the city for fifteen days to prevent all enemies who try to cross the city.

There were no reinforcements during this period.

There is no retreat.

When the apostles said this, they all showed emotion.

Then he said: Three simple sentences formed an order that has been adhered to for thousands of years, and all the wisdom has dissipated, only the loyalty left.

The man woke up from the coffin, his eyes gradually adapted to the long darkness.

In the only remaining memory, I can only stick to this line of defense and do my best to prevent the enemy from invading their homeland.

However, a thousand years have passed, and he was awakened by someone. His eyes wandered over the messy ancient battlefield, but he did not find any enemies.

Except for the three apostles and one commoner who were whispering something beside them.

This legendary legion commander stood blankly in the middle of the battlefield, and in an instant, a mixed sense of confusion came to his mind.

The dusty air made him cough a few times.

In the thread of memory, he was once a legion commander.

probably?

Otherwise, why is it all in your mind: garrison here, fight to the end of your life, and prevent all enemies from crossing here?

The man thought uncertainly.

The golden vertical pupils were still full of chaos and confusion.

Thousands of years have passed, he was awakened, but he couldn't see the former enemy.

The ruins and remains of the battlefield were scattered at his feet, and there was silence.

The man looked around suspiciously, trying to gather his thoughts.

He remembered standing on the line here, fighting bloody battles to protect his homeland.

Now, however, all he sees are ruins and a history forgotten by time.

He took heavy steps and stepped onto the messy battlefield.

Every step seems to step on the fragments of memory, and these fragments can only outline the glory and sacrifice of the past.

He turned around and looked around, except for the dilapidated buildings and the war remnants scattered with smoke and dust, a void filled his field of vision.

The sense of confusion in his mind surged like a tide.

This cold battlefield turned into a wilderness deep in his heart, and he felt lost and helpless rippling all over him.

In this thousand-year sleep, his identity no longer matters, he is just a lost warrior, trapped in the vortex of memories.

However, despite the confusion that enveloped his mind, he can still feel the responsibility and mission he once had.

He stared around, ruins and wreckage filled his field of vision, this once mighty battlefield now looked barren and desolate.

Fragments of technological guns are scattered all over the place, and the chariot that was once burning is now a black and smoky ruin.

In the distance, a broken building remains, and through the cracked wall, the once precious light can be seen.

Fragments of vague memories flashed through the Legion Master's mind as he struggled to recall the changes the world had undergone while he slept.

The line of defense he once stationed was once the last line of defense of his homeland. He guarded this land at all times and resolutely refused to let any enemy cross the line of defense.

Even after sleeping for thousands of years, the sense of mission and loyalty in his heart has not disappeared.

The drum of war in his heart was beating again, and his steps were firm and powerful.

The unfamiliar environment did not weaken his determination to garrison this land.

The man gradually walked out of the messy battlefield, passing through the ruins.

He looked up at the sky, breathing in the air full of gunpowder smoke, which was in stark contrast to the desolation in front of him.

He prayed silently, not like a once decisive legion leader, but a devout believer, hoping to have clearer guidance and mission.

He is always ready to defend his homeland, but he cannot be sure when the enemy will strike again.

But he couldn't forget the responsibility on his shoulders.

Stay here for fifteen days!

He walked on, unwavering on his feet.

Although he doesn't have a specific direction, he believes that as long as he sticks to this land and prevents all enemies from crossing the line of defense, he will live up to his mission.

Slowly, he began to walk among the ruins, his footsteps leaving a heavy treading sound.

The cold wind whizzed by around me, and sadness and confusion seemed to merge with the ruins.

In his hand he held a newly discovered map, corrupted by time.

What once marked strategic points is now illegible.

His eyes revealed a kind of deep thinking and pursuit.

In the cracked wall, a faint ray of sunlight suddenly penetrated, it was a bunch of memories that led him to the past.

The legion commander walked towards the light and found some broken warrior medals scattered on the ground.

These medals were awarded to his comrades-in-arms in the name of high honor.

He picked up a medal, feeling the glory and the story behind it.

Among the ruins he witnessed, he saw a broken tank with marks left by the magic bombardment.

He recalled the images of fighting with those brave fighters in his mind. This tank was once a masterpiece of his subordinates, and together they supported their promise of never retreating.

The sense of confusion that had been sleeping for thousands of years gradually dissipated in the heart of this legion commander, and his eyes became resolute and bright.

The legion commander walked along the dilapidated trenches, stepped on the hard ground, and his feet stopped at a pile of old weapons stained by blood.

He closed his eyes, trying to recall the baptism of the war, and the entire battlefield seemed to reappear in his mind.

In his thoughts, a violent explosion sounded, black smoke filled the air, and a fierce battle unfolded before his eyes.

Technological guns and magic spells are intertwined like lightning, with unparalleled destructive power.

The figures of comrades-in-arms flashed in his mind. They bravely defended the line of defense with their own blood and lives.

They are his family, brothers, close comrades in arms.

Now, however, he is alone.

His gaze turned to the distance, where a dilapidated building remained standing among the ruins.

Once, this was the strategic center, the crystallization of wisdom of the commanders.

Today, buildings are riddled with bullets and cracks, and the brutality of war has destroyed everything.

Uncontrollable grief and confusion surged in the army commander's heart. He once fought for this line of defense, but now there is only ruins left.

He walked on, stepping over the wreckage of the sunken tank.

This used to be the symbol of the mechanical army, and it was their strongest technological force.

Today, these scraps of steel testify to the brutality of wars.

He seemed to recall that in that extraordinary age, technology and magic were intertwined.

The once glorious city was in ruins, the wreckage of chariots littered the streets, and magic bullets pierced the sky.

He saw a mecha that was once majestic, but now it was just a rusty scrap iron.

Memories and nothingness are impacting this newly awakened man every moment.

He looked at the tank cemetery and recalled the story behind each tank, each of which was a witness to the brave battle of his subordinates.

These tanks carried their hope and courage, but now they are just a pile of scrap metal.

The heartache of the head of the legion is beyond words. He once did everything he could to protect this land.

They were once invincible fighters, fighting to the last moment, but now the significance of their sacrifice remains unclear.

fifteen days.

Did you keep it?

He has no answer.

He was lost.

He was overwhelmed by the brutality of history and the grandeur of the ruins.

At the end of the field, the Legion Master saw a lone flagpole, its flag in tatters.

The flag that once flew high symbolized victory and freedom, but now it is just a tattered piece of fabric.

The Legion Master held his breath, hearing the wind rustle through the flagstaff, feeling the wreckage of victory fall to his feet.

Standing on the high platform of the battlefield, he stared into the distance for a long time.

Until, he heard the apostles behind him say something to the civilians: life is endless, and fighting is endless.

His golden vertical pupils slowly revealed a trace of firmness.

The aftertaste of the battlefield was still lingering in the air, the legion commander took a deep breath, staring at the ruins in front of him, a resolute expression gradually appeared on his face.

Although his heart is full of confusion and pain, as a soldier, he must continue to move forward and maintain the belief in his heart.

His eyes flicked among the ruins, landing on a marker that was still vividly visible: a flag that once flew proudly.

It has long been swaying, but it represents his former honor and mission, which once again aroused the determination in his heart.

He took firm steps and walked towards the flagpole.

Finally, when he faced the lonely flagpole, he raised his head and looked up at the tango fragments fluttering gently in the night wind.

His heart was strongly shocked, as if he felt the power and pain of the battle thousands of years ago again.

The thoughts of the legion commander gradually became clear, and the memory became a reality.

He began to recall indelible images of his comrades fighting heroically beside him.

He recalled the moment when he awarded the medal, standing in front of the heroes, proud of their loyalty and courage.

Then he noticed a line carved into a solid stone near the flagpole: "Never give in."

These four simple words seemed to touch some of his thoughts.

Even if it has been sleeping for thousands of years and the battlefield is ruined.

Although confusion and sadness enveloped him.

Although he can't see any enemies that justify being alive.

But he understands that for everything here, for the memories behind the ruins, he must move on.

The legion leader picked up the wreckage of the flag again, and wrapped it around his arm slowly and respectfully, as if re-adding the destined mission to himself.

He stepped onto the battlefield, retracing the journey he had traveled, and marching alone but with determination.

He travels like a lost soul among the brutal ruins, contemplating the glory and glory of the past.

He walked around the destroyed buildings, touched every brick of the destroyed beacon tower carefully, chewing on the memories of the past.

Gradually, the terrifying history of this battlefield unfolded before his eyes.

He thought of those wounded soldiers, those fallen comrades in arms, and those innocent civilians who did not enjoy the victory of victory, leaving only endless sorrow and pain.

This dragon, who has fought for mankind for many years, leaned on a collapsed pillar, crying like a fragile human child.

He called those human names, over and over again.

Turn the past years and the sacrifices of comrades into mourning.

His cry is like the last elegy on the battlefield, like the last farewell of a soldier.

However, when the tears dried up and the legion leader regained his strength, he understood that this was not the end, but a new beginning.

He turned the pain and confusion of the past into strength and awakened the perseverance and courage deep in his heart.

He knew he had to stand up and continue to hold the line, to protect the honor and dignity of this land.

The head of the legion wiped away the tears on his face and put away the sadness in his heart. He showed his firmness and determination as a soldier.

He decided to turn the ruins into a cradle of the strong, and rebuild a new fortress to continue defending his homeland.

His responsibilities do not change with the passage of time.

He will continue to guard this line of defense.

until the end of life.

Qi Lin is like a passerby.

Seeing this man come on the stage with a strong demeanor, walking and searching in a daze, crying with a sad expression.

In the end, he firmly wiped away the tears, and the scales all over his body turned into a battle armor filled with black air to wrap himself.

Then work hard to collect all the wreckage of weapons and buildings, release the magic power, refine them, and then reshape them into new weapons one after another.

Every brand-new weapon will be carefully inspected and tested by the legion leader, and then solemnly put on the weapon rack.

It was as if countless soldiers would come to collect it.

Perhaps the head of the legion is very strong personally, and his refining speed is very fast, and the weapon rack is quickly filled with weapons of various colors, including but not limited to long swords and staffs.

For a moment, Qi Lin felt that the army commander alone could become the best weapon manufacturer?

But it's just a thought, because the detection skills that have been out of order since entering here gave the notes on those weapons.

Qi Lin looked at a long sword.

[Equipment]: Light of Legion.

【Quality】: Blue.

Note: In that indomitable era, there was a legendary legion.

Name: Prison Suppressing Legion.

For the dignity of all life, the entire legion gave up everything and fought to the irreparable verge of life and death.

The entire legion vows to guard every breath of existence with life, flesh and unyielding will.

Note: It is a weapon for recruits made by the head of the prison army using the wreckage of the battlefield as raw materials.

Note: The basic spiritual attribute increases by nine points.

Note: The basic physical attribute increases by nine points.

Note: The hilt of the sword contains a trace of the dragon's power of the army commander, which can cause a mental deterrent effect on the enemy after activation.

Including but not limited to: reduction of various attributes, deprivation of thinking consciousness, etc.

Note: When at least 100 recruits line up, the Legion Light effect can be activated.

After activated, a halo gain effect within a kilometer is formed.

Allies within the range of the aura can gain a temporary effect of increasing the basic physical attributes by 10% and the basic spiritual attributes by 10%.

Legion of Light: Trek through thousands of mountains and rivers, life and death go hand in hand.