Another arrow bounced off Arthur's skin and was struck by his [Savior] Pe
k's destiny protects the repel.
The Invincible Prince could barely see, even with the light summoned by his mage. The fog of war filled the tomb, and armies of the living and the dead clashed. His sword (Excalibu
) travels through zombie flesh and demonic bones while he's on his (Legendary Unicorn) Llam
As Ei's back forced his way forward; his steed's shining horns impaled any monster that dared resist the heir of Avalon.
Behind him are his trusted warriors: the riders who have fought with him for years; his beloved slave Ragnar, who cut the skull in half with her cold axe; and the priests from Ethyl, united to fight against disaster. . Their battle cries and the clash of steel propelled him forward like an arrow carried by the wind.
at this point.
This is what Arthur was born to do. Be the sword of the kingdom and the shield of the people.
He has been trained his entire life to be the perfect king; warriors and mages from all corners of Avalon fight for the privilege of teaching him. Inspired by a vision of Odin, the father of the gods, the Archmage Calvert leads Arthur on a quest to retrieve the legendary sword he wields. The prince's scabbard was given to him by the maid of the goddess Freya to protect him from evil magic. So many years, so many stepping stones, all leading to today.
Arthur was unstoppable and single-handedly forced his way through the enemy's defenses while his soldiers struggled to keep up. As he chops down a mummy rising from below, the prince catches a glimpse of his friend and protector Lancelot, who is making his way through a swarm of zombies and golems, crossing the bridge to the right. Only one zombie [the Fencer] offers some resistance, and even then, he doesn't last long.
No one could last long before Lancelot.
"Your Majesty!" a knight behind him warned in panic.
A skull-shaped flail flew toward Arthur's head, something the warrior prince only noticed at the last second. His unicorn broke free, allowing him to escape the violent impact, but the blow shattered his helmet from the left side. The unrivaled steel tensed under the powerful attack, bone piercing the metal.
A strange, unpleasant feeling spread over the left side of Arthur's face, and a liquid dripped from his skin.
"I...I'm bleeding?" The prince looked at the blood - his blood flowed from his cheek to his chest.
The flail returns to its sender, a headless horseman on a ghostly horse. Behind him, a pack of screaming ghosts and shadowy mastiffs followed, attacking them from all sides before Arthur's cavalry and bodyguards could rescue their prince.
That Dullahan must be Black Root of Vendema, a commander of the undead. Arthur was briefed on his case. Dula Khan was once the most evil knight of his time and a renowned, treacherous bandit lord. He immediately singled out Arthur and greeted him.
"I have been waiting for you, little prince," Hagen mused, the undead voice full of bloodthirsty desire. "Shall we dance?" I'm afraid we've killed the last of our beautiful maidens, so please allow me to intervene. "
The undead exist outside of the cycle of life and death, and therefore outside of destiny. At least that's what Archmage Calvert warned the prince, who reasoned that despite Arthur's blessing, they might still be able to harm him.
He is right. For the first time in his life, the Chosen One experienced pain.
However, Arthur felt not fear but excitement. His heart beat faster as he realized that this battle would determine Avalon's fate.
"I accept your challenge!" Arthur shouted to Dullahan, riding forward to fight him personally. Since Hagen was clearly the enemy's tactician, his death would lead to the collapse of his forces. "Guys, give him to me!"
"Only you and me, little prince," Hagen said, raising his flail. "You, me, and my hound!"
As he spoke these words, the shadowy Tibetan mastiffs stood treacherously on either side of the prince's unicorn, trying to dismount and throw him to the ground.
"Dirty trick, really unexpected." Arthur said expressionlessly.
The beast's horns radiate a divine light, and so do the prince's horns. A blinding halo of holy light surrounded the knight, vaporizing the hounds and ghostly smoke billowing from Dullahan's armor.
Undaunted, the sinister Hagen swings his flail, aiming not at Arthur but at his horse. Enraged by the undead's cowardly tactics, the prince raised his shield to block the blow. "You were a knight!" Arthur shouted, his sword already within the range of Hagen's chest. "Is there no honor left in your bones?"
"Why do you think I came to Helheim?" Dullahan raised his shield and mocked his opponent. The [King's Sword] pierced through it like butter, but failed to harm the evil knight. Instead, as the two riders passed each other, Hagen tossed his remaining shield aside and he and Arthur circled each other, his dastardly flail shrinking into a terrifying mace.
Around the ruins, Helheim's filthy purple mist began to seep from the tears of space, threatening to suffocate the living. Although his protection shielded him from such effects, Arthur knew he had to win quickly to save his men; brave as Gwen might be, she only wished to delay the ceremony until her brother came to disrupt it.
Despite the difficulties, the prince remained confident. This undead might be able to harm him, but he is just a servant to the Necromancer, an appetizer. The real challenge awaits the prince below.
"We lost last time, so you fools won't bother us." Dullahan said, and the two knights used their wolf's mace against their swords in the fierce melee. To Arthur's surprise, the [King's Sword] did not cut off the enemy's weapons like other weapons, although it damaged the enemy's weapons with every swing. "But you can't look back, right?" You martyrs are all the same. You foolishly pursue death and call it brave. "
"I would rather die than bow before it!" Arthur replied.
"Are we really arguing about why?" Hagen chuckled. "If the Chief succeeds, the death penalty is abolished. All of our victims can be resurrected; sure, they served time in Helheim, but we handled it like champs! If you stop us, their deaths will be in vain Yes, little prince. We are on the side of justice, not you; who do you think is the true knight among us?"
This mockery angered Arthur. He was filled with righteous fury as he watched this unnatural abomination spurn all chivalry. He understood that the villain wanted to provoke him and cause him to go astray; he was not the first to do so.
But he may well be the first to succeed. Arthur's excitement turned to frustration as their weapons kept clashing with no victor in sight. He had expected it to be a quick and tense duel, lasting no more than five minutes.
"You are strong, but childish. Dread Knight." An air of pure despair surrounded Hagen, but Arthur's magical protection shielded him from the impact. However, his horse became nervous. "Why don't you take a run and come back in a few years, when you'll be a real challenge?"
"Let your victims not avenge themselves?!" Two knights formed a circle, and the two knights fought to the death. "How many people have you killed?!"
"Countless," Wanderma's Hagen mused, feeling proud of himself. "I'm going to kill more people."
At this point, nothing else matters. He no longer focused on his men, no longer on Larnel and Lancelot, no longer on the blood at the horse's feet; not even on the widening cracks in the fabric of reality.
Arthur just wants to send this cruel and heartless man back to hell.
Hagen seemed tired of their endless jousting and charged straight at Arthur, their mounts glaring at each other. The prince raised his sword and shield, ready to withstand the enemy's weapons and pierce the evil heart of Dula Khan.
But their weapons did not meet, and at the last second, Hagen dived under the [King's Sword] and caught Arthur.
Before the prince could react, the two knights collapsed on the bridge in a pool of blood and the entrails of a slain demon.
Arthur's unicorn roared with panic, its shining horn piercing Dullahan's ghostly mount. A horde of ghosts immediately swarmed the horse, preventing him from helping his rider.
Hagen stood tall and raised his scepter to hit Arthur on the skull. The Lord of Avalon immediately raised his shield to protect himself from the blow, only to realize that he had been tricked; the undead grabbed his scabbard with his bare hands, ignoring the divine magic, and threw his hand from the bridge.
When one of his precious artifacts falls from a bridge, the prince realizes that he will most likely die. An unknown feeling filled Arthur's heart as the ugly truth hit him.
fear.
"Second wave!" Arthur shouted, slamming his shield into Hagen, forcing him to retreat.
Immediately, the second half of the royal army poured into the tunnel, most of them spellcasters and summoned monsters. Angels, elementals, wood snakes, and other creatures came to the struggling knight's rescue, overwhelming the goblins and undead with their strength and numbers. A rain of magic fell on the defenders, and a huge fireball destroyed the bridge on the left, burning a dozen monsters.
Unmoved by this turn of fortune, Hagen attacks Arthur again, turning his mace into a flail. "Crush Heaven." The weapon struck the prince's shield instead of his chest, shattering the metal. The Chosen One tried to find an opening, but Hagen struck again and again, powerful blows that pushed Arthur against the slippery edge of the bridge.
How? How could a second-rate player push him to this point?
“Allfathe
!" Arthur shouted, raising the King's Sword and summoning one of its special abilities. "Please grant me grace!"
Divine energy flows into his body, and Esir once again grants their champion victory.
All your stats go up dramatically. You regain all HP and SP.
With his newfound strength, Arthur threw away his useless shield and charged at Hagen, unleashing a whirlwind of blows and blows. The surprised undead could not match his speed and strength, and was quickly thrown onto his back by a powerful swing.
As the Dullahan dynasty collapsed, so did his career. Wherever they go, the Royal Army marches on, ever onward, an unstoppable wave of steel and spell. Lancelot threw the zombie [Fencer] off the bridge on the right, and the undead were pushed back.
"Do you have any last words?" The prince spat out blood and saliva, raised his sword and struck a fatal blow at the Dulahan.
"Let's kiss under the mistletoe!" Hagen shouted, pointing behind Arthur.
The prince froze in confusion for a second, then he sensed a hostile intention behind him. He turned, his sword blocking a frozen ax aimed at his head.
Rag
ell's axe.
There are crazy people everywhere. Spellcasters attack the good guys with their spells, allies turn on each other, and panic and chaos spread among the ranks. To Arthur's surprise, some of the warriors turned away from the living and began to aid the undead.
betray.
Ragnell threw the first stone, somehow bypassing the magic that forced her to obey, and struck Arthur in the back.
No.
This is not Ragnell.
His slave's flesh had begun to fall off, revealing an ugly face beneath the shell. It was a most vicious witch, with a ruby shining on her forehead. Disgusting, Priestess of Loki the Disaster.
"Surprised, child of a king?" she asked Arthur, showing him her crooked, rotten teeth.
"Ragnell..." Arthur glared at the witch who had stolen his slave form. "What did you do to Ragnell?!"
"She begged me to let her death have a sweet release! She exchanged her own flesh and blood for a vow of revenge, and now I want to fulfill her wish!" The old witch cleared her throat as if she wanted to sing.
Instead, she unleashed a most vicious spell.
"(Banshee's Wail)!"
screamed the old witch.
A terrible, fatal wail, capable of breaking bones and crushing souls, spread through the tomb, and the royal troops, fighting at close quarters, could not avoid it.
[I
sta-death is [negative] choose one].
Arthur once again escapes death, but the good guys around him are dropping like flies. His unicorn fell from the bridge, its dead flesh ripped from underneath by withered hands.
Only the undead and the fleeing goblins for unknown reasons escaped the massacre. Some of King Arthur's army, including Lancelot, some summoned angels, and the Inquisitor of Hel, survived the death spell, but an army of hundreds was reduced to a few dozen.
Too few to stop the army of death.
Because when she let out her deadly scream, the rift seemed to be filled with energy. Something evil answered on the other side, and the tears grew bigger and bigger until someone could get through them.
A horde of ghosts a hundred times more numerous than the Guardians escaped from the rift; they surrounded the Inquisitors of Hel and the angels summoned by the gods with vengeful fury. Goat-like demons and fiery serpents, slaves of Loki the Scourge, use the Convergence to enter Midgard, attacking the surviving humans from all sides.
Within seconds, the mausoleum was transformed into a tomb for the royal troops, a bloody massacre.
This made the annoying dominatrix laugh.
"Monster!" The prince blushed and raised his sword to pierce the evil hag's heart.
A flail struck him from behind, shattering his ribs and spine.
Arthur threw himself at his chest and slipped on the blood of the soldiers. The divine energy that fueled him abandoned his body, and the favor of God disappeared from him. The [King's Sword] flew out of his hand at the bridge, leaving him defenseless.
Arthur tried to stand up and catch the weapon before it fell, but his legs refused to obey him. They become numb, as does everything from the waist down. The prince struggled and crawled toward the pommel, the dying screams of his men echoing through the mausoleum.
An iron boot kicked the [King's Sword] off the bridge and fell into the cracks of [Helheim].
"Stupid boy," Dullahan mocked Arthur, delighted in his despair. "A sword is only as powerful as the wielder"
No, Arthur thought. No, it can't end like this!
Seeing his prince in a dire situation, Lancelot pushed his now immortal opponent back with a swipe of his hand and jumped onto the bridge on the right. With superhuman strength and agility, he jumped onto the central bridge, holding his Claymore in his hand and looking grim. The dominatrix smiled at the sight of him until she realized the knight had targeted her first.
"What are you doing--"
Lancelot backhanded her hard with his gauntlet, knocking her teeth out and knocking her unconscious.
"Your punishment will have to wait, but you can't escape." Lancelot walked towards Arthur without waiting for the witch's answer. He protected the prince's body with his own, and the ghosts and demons left him in fear.
Lancelot and Hagen face each other, Dullahan is weak and cowardly, and the Royal Knight is strong and confident.
Then, perhaps realizing how far behind he was, Wen Dema's Hagen burst into laughter. "He is yours!" the false knight chuckled at Lancelot, raising his hands in surrender. "I won't get in the way."
"Lancelot, I need your hand," Arthur pleaded, holding out his hand, unable to stand without help.
The royal knight remained motionless.
"Lancelot?" Arthur repeated in confusion, for the fog obscured the tomb and he could no longer see clearly.
"Months earlier than I planned," his bodyguard said, an ugly look in his eyes. "But that's all. That's all."
"How did you-"
reduce!
Arthur didn't feel the pain until the blade pierced his chest.
The claw grazed her right cheek, narrowly missing her eye.
After accelerating herself, Gwen managed to keep up with the fast undead, but only just barely. Her blade struck his dusty flesh twice, once at the ankle, once at the shoulder... but his sharp claws had torn through her armor a dozen times.
[Poison is [denied] by Amulet of Avalon].
If not, she would have collapsed.
"I'm going to... kill you... kill you! "Kill you!"
The Assassin is a raging beast, always on the offensive, his clawed hands oozing venom, and Gwen can only survive by staying on the defensive. The mummy never gave her a chance to speak or breathe, not even to cast a spell; he was not tired at all, and his intense hatred made his gaze sharp and unnatural.
How long can she keep going? Her [Haste] spell will run out at some point, and then she can no longer dodge or parry.
The princess glanced at her ally and, to her horror, the possibility looked dire.
The mission was a bloodbath. Morgan becomes a traitor, Anne is possessed, and only Mrs. Salter remains to protect Take
u are immune to the hostile spells of their former allies. The vampire's swarm of rats devoured the last living Inquisitor, the sound of chewing echoing as the dungeon shook.
Bodies, bodies everywhere.
"Annie, wake up!" Gwen shouted, trying to break into her friend's possessions. "You are the strongest among us! You can resist!"
"She is of too low a rank," replied the possessed Anne through her lips, casting a spell upon Mrs. Salter. "Enhanced Thunder!"
Her fingers unleash a powerful bolt of lightning, like Morgan throwing a fireball. Both spells hit the priestess's magical barrier, unable to pierce it, but keeping Lady Selt out of the fight.
Gwen paid for this moment of neglect in blood and pain.
The mummy's claws moved around her sword like a viper, gashing the left side of Gwen's face and gouging out an eye.
The princess screamed as half of her vision turned dark red and black. A pain greater than anything she had ever experienced passed through her mind and her body was in a state of shock.
"You...kill me...kill my god..." the mummy hissed, blood dripping from his weapon. He temporarily stopped attacking, as if he tasted the princess' pain. "But he comes back...he always...comes back..."
The mummy took advantage of Gwen's newfound weakness and moved to the left, trying to stay in Gwen's blind spot. The injured princess had to spin constantly to see the attack coming, exposing her back to fight back. She could already hear the rats leaving the prosecutor's body and coming towards her.
She couldn't survive.
The realization hits Gwen like a brick wall as she is forced to face her own mortality. Years of plans will not come true; all her efforts, all her struggles, will be in vain; all her ambitions will disappear with her death, and if nothing is done, everyone she has ever loved will follow. she.
But she won't give up. Even if the gods betray her, Gwenhyfhar will fight to the end.
"Stop the ritual!" Gwen ordered Lady Thrall, the only priest who could possibly stop the Necromancer. "I'm going to stop them!"
"But if I lower the barrier, Takru will—"
"Save the kingdom!" shouted Gwen, knowing exactly what that meant. "This is an order!"
A horrific conflict tore the priestess's face as she realized what needed to be done. While Gwen had long since determined to make the sacrifice, Lady Selt was the priestess of Balder, the most merciful of the gods. She vowed to protect life.
But this is not a matter of oaths.
This is about the world.
Mrs. Salt closed her eyes and removed her barrier. "Sunlight!"
The body of the priestess spewed light and fire, a divine flame that harmed the wicked and spared the servants of the gods. While the paralyzed Taklu and Gwenshifa suffered no ill effects, the vampire rats turned to dust with a final hiss, and the mummies screamed as they caught fire. Despite her vampiric nature, Morgan avoided the same fate, although the flames pushed her towards Annie.
Exploiting their confusion, the priestess reluctantly takes the injured Take
u left behind, Gwe
hyfa
Move to cover her. The purple ghost possessing Anne left the witch's unconscious body and headed to intercept Selt.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Searle said to herself, and then she sang a strange song. "Balder's Lament."
She let out a sad, magical one-note hum. The purple ghost was knocked back, and the mummy let out a scream.
"I'm sorry," Sert kept saying to herself, her face pale and frozen with fear. "I'm very sorry."
The mummy let out a roar but continued to chase the two women, even as his body transformed into a living candle. Gwen found a suitable position to block Take.
U and Yseult, stopped him, blocking his sword with their own.
"I must stop him," Mrs. Salter said to herself, and she cast a powerful spell. "I have to stop him."
The priestess waved toward the back wall of the hall, the source of the mist and the path leading to the ceremony. A ray of divine light flashed from the priestess's fingers, shattering the stone.
A huge undead dragon waits behind the broken wall, guarding the stairs leading to the dark abyss. The same guy Gwen's group defeated the first time they raided the dungeon.
"Nihog..." the beast said hoarsely, seeming to be deep in thought. "Nidhogg..."
Mrs. Salter's eyes widened in horror, and evil light burst out from the beast's empty eye sockets. "Wave" - turn
The monster's tail struck the priestess in the stomach like a whip at lightning speed, throwing her against a crimson pillar supporting the ceiling. The frail lady struck the rocks with a sickening sound and fell to the ground, unconscious.
The dragon let out a roar that made the ceiling tremble, and opened its mouth to swallow the priestess whole. "Stop!" Morgan screamed in horror, recovering from the [Solar Burst] as the purple ghost hovered over Annie's body. "He wants to capture her alive! "Alive!"
Lynorm Demilich's fangs were within an inch of Mrs. Sert's head, and he pinned the unconscious priestess to the floor with his claws.
At this moment, surrounded by all sides, Gwen prayed to the gods like never before.
Were their previous victories a sham? Luck or pointless procrastination?
"Don't take it personally, Gwen," Morgan raised her hands to blast her "sister," who was now the last one standing. "You never had a chance."
The flaming mummy's claws tore into the vampire's face, causing her to scream in pain and surprise.
Even Zigui was so shocked that he couldn't speak. "Spock, are you crazy?"
"My..." the mummy said angrily, and Morgan covered his bleeding face. The evil undead waved his claws threateningly at [Linnom]. "My sacrifice..."
His "allies" wisely backed down.
Then, without skipping a beat and ignoring the flames that slowly engulfed him, the mummy returned to attack the princess.
Either way, one of them is going to die today.
Blood. Blood was everywhere.
The blood of the wicked flows on him like water in a whirlpool. Murderers, oathbreakers, adulterers...their sins sink into body and soul like seasoned meat. They fueled his magic, their whispers rent his soul.
Memories flooded his mind, memories of past lives. Mere fragments, remnants of a long-forgotten existence. Such is the sorrow of the dead; few of them remember the dream of life.
But he remembered enough. He remembered the terrible crime committed by the eternal serpent, for it could only eat the corpses of the wicked; he remembered his first death, starving in his lair according to the will of the gods; yet he was immortal The soul refused to be trapped in Helheim and took refuge in a human's skin. A snake that is constantly shedding its skin, an eternal being driven by a single desire.
To survive.
"Twice..." His vocal cords were still incomplete, and his body slowly took shape. His soul had long since shed its outer shell, and the outer shell was combined with the physical body of his huge new body. The Philosopher's Stone floats at the heart of the undead storm, its crimson color now dyed black. "I died twice..."
"You're always the stubborn one."
He felt her presence invading his territory, her divine stench poisoning the well of his power. The cathedral's wainscoting was already folded before her, for she had helped to make it.
He is here to get what she "deserves."
"Would you rather give up your newfound humanity than accept my embrace, Walter?" she asked, both amused and painful. "I can't be jealous of you though. I make your life miserable."
Losing humanity? She was wrong. He's strengthening it. No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't want to go back to his previous state. This new skin will be better than the old skin.
"Come and take my soul away..." he croaked, "when I'm about to win?"
So cruel.
So obvious.
So expected.
"Your soul is rightfully mine," she said, her cold hands touching his stone, his sigil, his naked soul. "You startle me a little, Walter, but I am tired of faraway torture. In the dungeons of my castle, you will learn to treat me with the respect you deserve."
Her fingers began to rot.
Her gray skin and flesh peeled away from her bones, and her blood flowed into the black stone. She was shocked, this was the first time in her life...
He seemed scared.
"What... is wrong?" the necromancer said gruffly, and when Hel pulled her hand away, the storm echoed with the jeers of a thousand evil spirits. "Feel like your life force... has been drained?"
"Clever," the goddess said as her forearm began to rot; her illusion of life was stripped away by Nastrom's dark magic. "Smart, smart. But I bring protection."
She cast a spell to protect her divine nature, magic of the highest order. The stone ate it anyway. It bypassed all her immunities and defenses, and blood called for blood.
"You are also Loki's daughter..." So many evils come from the same waist. "The blood that flows in your veins... energizes my stone... "As my [Life Source] consumes mortal life... this artifact will feed on your indomitable essence..."
He had always wanted to know what God tasted like. Now he knows.
God tastes good.
"Are you so afraid of me touching you?" Helps to think. That crazy woman, the more he resisted her touch, the more amused she found it. "You can't keep me at bay forever, Walter. I will always be waiting in a corner, a shadow haunting your steps."
Empty threats. Even Odin didn't dare to appear, maybe he foresaw that as Loki's blood brother, the stone would also consume his power. Before the snake could complete his destiny, the gods defied fate and sealed away his old self, now seeing their old forgotten fears awakened.
As for Hale, Walter Tye gave her the most vicious insult a man could inflict on an enemy.
He ignored her.
She hates this. As the Necromancer concentrated on the intense and difficult ritual, he could see the long silence on her impassive face. The goddess wanted his attention, craved it in an ugly, unnatural way that the necromancer could not understand.
In a fit of jealousy and cruelty, the goddess turned her attention to the city he loved. Helheim's mist erupts from beneath Nastrund and will soon envelope Lyonesse above; the confluence will worsen and monsters will emerge from the tears to devour the living. Maybe she hoped to break his concentration and make him reconsider his path, making it as bloody as possible.
She failed.
Many will die, but once the ritual is over, death will finally be conquered.
Sacrifices must be made.
"I can't touch you as long as you hold that rock, Walter," she whispered, her voice thick with threat. "But I was wondering, would this protection also apply to my hunting dog?"
"Death...can never claim me again."
"I will acknowledge your victory in this battle, my slave," he whispered with a coy smile before disappearing into the rift in space. "But the war is far from over."
So, she left him alone to complete his transformation. Nastrang resonates with magical energy as the fabric of existence ripples.
[Magic Stone] upgraded to [Necromancer Stone]
Your [An kou] race level has been changed to [disaste
(Nidhogg)] Racial hierarchy.
The black stone released the pulse of darkness, and the nine kingdoms trembled.
Gwen felt the notification before it appeared.
She felt it in the steel of the blade as she struggled to keep the bloody claws from her chest. She felt it when she saw the mists of Helheim filling the room, filling the air with the stench of death. She sensed this when she noticed the Linnomes gently carrying Lady Searle and Anne into the fog, the purple ghost following behind.
She felt a pale woman's hand take hold of Take
u's living body dragged him into Helheim, and "Mo
ga
e" holding her bloody face in the corner. She felt in her bones that dark magic was erupting around her, heralding the death of Lyons above.
Then Gwen saw it.
