Chapter 263: Soul Walker Salma

When they arrived at a relatively open place, Xiao Ling and his men looked down at the mountain. There were melee battlefields everywhere, including golden swords, iron horses, swords and swords, and shattered bones everywhere. Countless knights and war horses fell in pools of blood, and blood flowed and drifted.

War is usually associated with death, and the corpses and bones everywhere are shocking.

The tragic scene below made Xiao Ling and others feel very moved. War is cruel, and any life seems so fragile in the face of war.

The undead army was like a tide, but there were not many people in the real undead clan, but they controlled a large number of undead. Under their control, these undead with low intelligence exerted their powerful combat power.

The most powerful thing in the undead tribe is the endless sea of ​​skeletons. The endless skeletons rushed towards the knights like tides. They had no idea of ​​the meaning of death and rushed towards the knights fearlessly, unless their heads were broken, the undead were immortal. The right hand was broken, and they had their left hand, and their left hand was broken, and they also had their heads. This is the terrible place for the undead.

The knights could not kill the skeleton soldiers at one time, but tens of thousands of knights and thousands of horses galloped. After the skeletons fell to the ground, they were directly stepped on to pieces by the horses under the knights. Tens of thousands of horses galloped, how could these undead survive in this situation?

"Hunken life, you have disappeared at the end of the world. I use my voice to call your soul, resurrect, and hand over your faith to me, and I will make you immortal..." The strange voice drifted with the wind, just like the soul-summoning song of hell, the voice of the epic hero in the undead legion.

The bodies of the thousands of knights who died in battle behind moved, and the corpses of the group changed. The thousands of knights who died slowly climbed up from the ground. The scene was very strange and creepy.

"Not good, it's soul-summoning." A priest wearing a white robe flew up from his horse and hanged in the air. His beard was angry. The white priest robe danced with the wind, holding up his staff and singing a long spell in his mouth.

God purifies!

A large area of ​​white light filled the whole world, and the whole world seemed to be in infinite tranquility. The white light vented on the dead knights. A large area of ​​knights' bodies disappeared, but there were still scattered knights who turned into skeleton soldiers and stood up. They held their knight guns and rushed towards the knights like ordinary skeleton soldiers.

The most terrifying magical soul-summoning technique of the undead tribe can resurrect all the corpses of living creatures who died on the battlefield and turn them into their own troops.

After these dead knights were resurrected, their eyes turned bloody, and they lost their consciousness and became puppets controlled by the hero of the undead.

Under the attack of these undead, the knights became ruthless because these undead were all dead companions, and the knights still vaguely remembered their voices, appearances, and smiles during their lifetime.

Stirenslah stopped the horse and raised his gun and shouted: "Great warriors, raise the knight's guns in your hands. Your companions sacrificed for the true god Thelmoth. For the glory of the true god, they will die without regrets. Let the true god Thelmoth guide them into the realm of God."

Hearing Stirance's roar, countless knights rushed towards the undead with their knight guns. They looked sad and angry, and used the knight guns in their hands to vent their anger.

Tens of thousands of knights kept rushing towards the undead troops. Six people wearing black cloaks flew above the undead army and floating in the air against the knights.

On the side of the Knights' Legion, seven people wearing magic robes or white sacrificial robes rose into the air. This is the ultimate skill unique to the magic profession, the floating technique.

"Come out, my partner." Stirance shouted loudly, and a black dragon appeared above the Knights' Legion. In addition to the Hell Demon Dragon, the Holy Dragon, etc., the black dragon is one of the most powerful dragon creatures.

Stirens suddenly jumped high from the horse's back, jumped onto the black dragon's back, riding on the black dragon. The black dragon flew up with its wings and flew up and flew into the air.

"It seems that the main show is about to begin." Tian Kuang said. Next will be a duel between two epic heavyweight characters. This is a very rare battle that ordinary players may not see in their lifetime.

Thousands of knights were running forward on the trail, and they wanted to arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible. Xiao Ling and his men rushed behind the many knights.

After going around the hillside, there is a flat hillside ahead with no vegetation, which is very suitable for the knights' charge. This steep slope can also increase the knights' impact speed. The plain below the hillside is the battlefield, and endless undead troops like the sea are all in their eyes.

"For the glory of Elasia and for the glory of the true god, rush!" The knights shouted loudly, raised their knight guns in their hands and rushed towards the battlefield downwards. They were rushing to the rear of the undead army, which was the weakest place in the defense of the undead army.

"Roar! Ruar! For Erasia!" The surprise soldiers of thousands of knights shouted, rushed down from the hillside. The iron cavalry made the whole mountain tremble, like a torrent. They were well-equipped, and the metal armor on their bodies covered them and the war horses, almost armed to their teeth, like a metal iron man. This was the most elite heavy cavalry in Erasia. With the impact force generated by this steep slope, these heavy cavalry were crushed down like steel tanks.

These thousands of heavy cavalry were like a sharp knife, stabbing into the back of the undead army. The rear of the undead army was where the people of the undead gathered. There were very few people from the undead. The reason why they had such a huge army was entirely because they could enslave countless undeads. Each undead npc can enslave hundreds or even thousands of undeads, but they themselves are the most vulnerable. Now, they are all exposed to the iron cavalry of the heavy cavalry.

The undead army began to riot, the entire formation was destroyed, the knights attacked each other on both sides, and the entire undead army was dispersed.

The heroes of the undead clan in black robe above were anxious when they saw the undead army was in chaos, and they wanted to support the army below.

Stirance urged the black dragon to block their way, his eyes swept over them coldly, and said, "Your opponent is me."

Stirens held up a knight's gun, and his golden armor was majestic under the light of the sunset, like an invincible god.

Stirance looked at the center of the heroes wearing black cloaks. The man was surrounded by heroes, completely covered by the cloak, and could not see clearly.

"Salma, if I guess correctly, it should be you." Stirens looked at the epic hero in the center with a sharp look. The people around him were legendary heroes, and only he made Stirens feel the pressure. Like Stirens, he was an epic hero.

"No," the epic hero in the center, responded, looking at Stirens, and a sensual aura enveloped him, "Styrans, the Knight of the Golden, has long been no see."

"Today, you will die under my sword. On behalf of the true god Telmoth, I read out the judgment of you. You have betrayed Erasia." Stirens pointed the golden knight gun in his hand at the soul walker Salma, and a stern murderous aura surged out.

"I am only faithful to my faith. I believe in the power of darkness. Your gods cannot restrain me. Is it you who judge me on behalf of Thalmos, or do I sacrifice you to my gods with the fire of souls?" Soul Walker Salma said gloomyly, stretching his right hand forward, and his palm facing upwards, a ball of black flame condensed in Salma's hand. Tiny souls circling on this flame. This is the flame of the soul, which can easily burn people's souls. Any soul that is burned by the fire of souls will become the slaves of the God of the Underworld.

Xiao Ling and his men saw the heavy cavalry rushing into the undead army and stopped outside the undead army. After all, Xiao Ling and his men could not be as unscrupulous as this heavy cavalry corps.

"Let's get off the horse." Tian Kuang said, he was going to lead his team to fight guerrillas outside the Dead Legion and clear out some of the remaining defeated generals of the Dead Legion.

Tian Kuang and his men stopped in the jungle outside the Undead Legion and collected the horses.

Xiao Ling looked up at the sky. Stirens and the epic hero Salma of Diya were in a long relationship and said, "Their duel should take a long time to decide the outcome." After all, both epic heroes have millions of blood and will not die easily.
Chapter completed!