Seeing the walls of the Winter Palace tremble under the dwarf who suddenly turned into a stone statue, the Kislev warriors thought they saw the dawn of victory during the bitter battle. But the Tomb Guard appearing behind the wall is already a thorn in Snorri's side, and brings despair to mortals.
Czarina Catatrin saw the rebels' fears in full view, and the ambitious members of the Lahmian family showed a cruel smile. It was this feeling that she left the Silver Spire and ran to this bitter cold land to set up her own business.
"Crunch, crunch!"
Under the urging of the vampires, the tomb guards moved forward with their limbs stiffened by long sleep. Humans can clearly see that the equipment on them is of different eras and styles. Although it has long been rusted, it is still deadly.
"Esun bless you!"
"Great Salihya, god of healing and solace, bless me as I return to my homeland."
"Please, no, Sigma is on top!"
When faced with forces that are difficult for humans to resist, praying to gods for help is the only option left. Sambo contestants from all over Kislev called to various gods, but they fell on deaf ears.
Without altar sacrifices, without priests and bishops, can the gods hear the call? Will you respond if you hear it? How much effort would it take to even respond to save them?
The distance of tens of meters was short enough and long enough. Kislev, the warrior of the country known as the Shield of Order, showed his own characteristics. No one was begging for a living, and no one was running around. They shared the spirits they carried and decided to face the undead army head-on.
"call!"
Snorri took a deep breath and turned to look in the direction of Cragg. The master had just tried his best before, but now he should do something.
"In my name, all dharma will be destroyed!"
The roar resounded through the battlefield with the increase in power, followed by a loud thunder-like sound. The light emitted by Krag's doomsday anvil brought down from the Eternal Peak eclipsed the sun, and the world seemed to be a blur. It was quiet for a moment.
"puff!"
On the palace wall, a soft sound broke the dead silence. The huge bald head of the Nikolai vampire exploded, white brains scattered in all directions, and the headless body stood on its own, as if it still didn't know what happened.
"This, this, this..."
Sir Garfield raised his right hand to his chest, grasped it repeatedly, and stretched it out. It was horrified to realize that the magical wind that used to be like an arm had disappeared! This is the innate ability of high-level vampires!
"When it comes to frontal combat capabilities, rune authority is still much stronger than equipment authority."
As a master of runes, Snorri knew what his master had done. He dispersed the wind of magic within several miles and cut off the medium that controlled the undead. The sudden death of the vampire was due to the sudden backlash of the spell.
Rune art has been on the opposite side of the wind of magic since its creation. Masters can rely on the powerful runes on the Anvil of Doom to bind part of the wind of magic, making it more difficult for the enemy to cast spells.
When Krag fully exerts his demigod authority, except for the mortal peak spellcaster who strengthens himself into an "arcane conductor" and reserves the wind of magic, other mages will be deprived of their source of power.
Without their commander, the army of barren tomb guards froze on the spot. The high-level vampires on the palace wall could not care about anything else. They fought against each other and rushed towards the palace, crawling on the ground. Nothing was beyond common sense. Dare to face the ghost.
"Praise be to the great Krag, god of runes and weapons!"
The ancestors chose to take the lead and shouted loudly, and the dwarves who came with them had already understood it tacitly and also shouted. After a brief silence, many Kislev ladies who were shocked by this extraordinary power joined in.
"What are you still doing? Purify those dirty vampires!"
Ignoring the out-of-control tomb guards, Snorri stepped through the gap to find the stairs and climbed the palace wall. How dare a few vampires wait for death on the spot, so they flew or walked and fled in all directions.
"You're such a shameless thing, it's really embarrassing for your blood ancestor! If you don't behave like a ghost, you will become a beast among ghosts."
Compared to the more slippery guys, Snorri immediately blocked the huge and flightless Strigal vampire and its guards. It was lying on all fours, roaring and looking for an escape route, but things were not going to work. It will do what it wants.
This guy looks like a large version of the Tomb Haunter, or rather, the Tomb Haunter looks like a smaller version of it. This is indeed the case. The birth of this powerful assault infantry was the mutation of vampires opening their own blood vessels and allowing ghouls to swallow their precious blood.
"Crunch!"
With one stomp, one smash, one slash, the elite vampire was no match for Snorri - its claws and canine teeth couldn't even break through the defense of the legendary armor, let alone the stone statue body.
"Hooraa!"
Abandoning the scattered tomb ghosts, Snorri had just arrived at the viewing platform on the palace wall when there were bursts of strange noises in the air, and he saw a zombie dragon and a horror beast swinging and flopping around, in front of them. On its back stood the remaining vampire.
"It's interesting. You can also fly. This world is really not controlled by Lord Niu!"
Snorri stared at the two flying behemoths and thought to himself, it was just that the behemoths could fly when they were alive. After turning into an undead, the broken wing membranes were like fishing nets, leaking wind everywhere. The magical wind in this battlefield was dispersed by Master Kragg, and it was a bit surprising that it was still flapping.
"Beast! Don't leave!"
"Dirty thing, can you dare to face the warriors of Kislev?"
The humans set their bows and arrows, but with little effect. Snorri smiled strangely, raised his right hand, weighed the hammer and turned it twice, his eyes playfully shifting back and forth between the dragon and the beast.
"hiss!"
There was shock and despair on the faces of Caitlin and Garfield. The small one-handed hammer was like a talisman. It took all their strength to make the two undead behemoths fly. Acceleration and dodge were undoubtedly difficult for strong ghosts. .
"Hey, Vladimir, who do you want me to hit?"
After shouting at Boyer, Snorri began to brew Storm Hammer. The skill itself and its authority had nothing to do with the wind of magic, retaining 100% of its power.
"That, that bloody and cruel female devil!"
The old guy suddenly felt that the King of the South had bad intentions, but he didn't have time to think about it.
"as you wish."
The war hammer brought a terrifying sonic boom and trailed a white trail straight towards the zombie dragon. The skeleton, which lacked magic protection, was vulnerable to a blow. The war hammer passed from the butt to the root of the left wing, knocking off half of the dragon's body.
"Garfield, save me!"
Caitaline roared, but the von Carstein family drove the Horror to fly south without looking back, while Snorri put his hands behind his back and watched the remnant dragon glide and fall with its inertia.
He can definitely inspire the runes to recall the Warhammer and give the Terrorbeast a try, but compared to never having trouble, eating two dishes seems to be more attractive.
(End of chapter)
