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Chapter 729 The real natural disaster of the undead

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    Almost everyone has never seen a real natural disaster of the undead, and the same goes for Negris. His understanding of the natural disaster of the undead is probably the same as when Harvey captured the Holy Wall City in the Sunken Land.

    Even in the starburst plane, the undead natural disasters launched by the king are nothing special, because as long as they do not resist, the undead will not attack living creatures.

    However, those are not real natural disasters of the undead.

    Harvey¡¯s is just the King¡¯s Arrival, except that he is not driving corpses, but skeleton zombies with souls. In essence, it is still the King¡¯s Arrival.

    As for the undead natural disaster launched by the king, the purpose is not to destroy, but to conquer, so life is preserved to the greatest extent, so it doesn't look destructive.

    However, the real natural disaster of the undead is not like this. When the undead corpses surge up, everything will be eroded, corrupted, and polluted.

    The first batch of corpses poured out of the corpse river. Wherever they passed, the rich death aura settled, and the originally reddish-brown land was quickly eroded and gradually turned gray.

    The second batch of corpses, the third batch of corpses, one batch after another, the color of the land became darker and darker, and finally turned into soil.

    On the resting soil, the movements of the corpse are more flexible, the body is tougher, and the speed is faster.

    As the tide of corpses surges, the earthy ground gradually spreads into the distance. On this kind of ground, the aura of death flows more smoothly.

    A corpse was kicked away by the demon. Half of its body was blown apart. It rolled and fell to the ground. It collapsed and fell apart.

    The breath of death leaked from its body, spread to the surrounding ground, and merged into the living soil.

    Suddenly, a little soul fluctuation occurred in its body, as if a soul fire was ignited in its body. The death breath in the surrounding soil quickly gathered into its body, and the soul fire burned.

    From a soulless corpse to an undead creature with a soul, it has completed its transformation.

    The zombie stood up tremblingly. As it moved, the aura of death around it turned into black mist and rushed toward it. When it stood up straight, its body no longer trembled and its soul became stronger.  many.

    It steps forward, and with every step it takes, the breath soil it steps on will 'splash' a ray of death. With every step, its soul is slowly growing.

    However, the half of the body that was kicked to pieces is still collapsed, but this does not affect its movement and speed. It is just missing one hand, but what does it matter? Behind it, there are countless people like the tide.  of the same kind.

    Caught off guard, a large number of demons were scratched, cut, and bitten. The breath of death eroded their bodies unceremoniously, rapidly deactivating the surrounding areas of the wounds.

    Some demons make a prompt decision and cut off the wounds. Anyway, a small injury is nothing to demons with strong recovery ability. Those who can't bear to be ruthless quickly retreat to a safe place and find a healer companion for treatment. As long as the death breath is dispelled, the limbs can be saved.

    It is a pity that they paid a heavy price for their hesitation. If it were an ordinary natural disaster of the undead, it would be no problem to deal with it this way, but this is a natural disaster cast by the power of Anger, who has two gods of life.

    After expelling the demon of death, you found that mushrooms were growing on the wound?

    I broke off the mushroom and ate it. After a while, another one grew. After a few more mushrooms were grown, the white hairs of mycelium began to grow in the place where the mushroom grew.

    The demon cut off the wound in horror, but found that no blood flowed out. The blood vessels were already covered with hyphae, and soon, mushrooms sprouted from various parts of the body.

    "The blood is boiling!" Crete rushed over and burned the blood of these demons, burning all the hyphae in their bloody limbs. At the same time, he issued an order: "If you are injured, cut off the wound immediately."

    "What happened? Why are these corpses moving? Who is doing this?" Clete asked angrily.

    However, no one responded to him. He looked around angrily and did not see the familiar big head. Then he suddenly remembered that the big-headed devil who often gave him advice had been crushed to death by him.

    "Tell me what happened?" Clete pointed at a demon and asked.

    The unlucky devil trembled on the spot, hesitating and not knowing what to say. With Crete's cruel character, he would die if he didn't say it, he would die if he said it wrong, and he would die if he didn't say it, right?

    Clete glared at him, but did not kill him. He then pointed at another demon and said, "Say."

    Hey, he wasn¡¯t killed?  The newly spotted demon was startled but then breathed a sigh of relief. His thoughts started to spin. Sure enough, proper pressure can stimulate the potential. The newly spotted demon immediately thought of one thing: "A corpse that can move, doesn't that mean it is immortal?"  ?Can??It was done by someone from the Immortal Lord.  "

    "Immortal Lord!?"

    "Immortal Lord?!"

    This name was even scarier than the corpses outside. Crete's face turned pale, and so did the other demons, who all had panicked expressions on their faces.

    But immediately Clete said loudly: "It's not the undead master. If it is the undead master, there is no need to scare us. He will directly turn us into corpses and become part of these corpses. Someone must have learned how to control it."  Corpses and come to scare us.¡±

    At this point, Crete shouted: "Gather all the demons and crush these corpses!"

    Crete¡¯s voice not only reached the ears of the surrounding demons, but also spread through the hearts of almost all demons in the entire plane through blood boiling.

    A plane war started without any preparation.

    Demons have very strong individual combat capabilities. Some high-level demons have sharp skin and sharp claws, and ordinary undead creatures cannot even break through their defenses.

    However, as more and more undead creatures emerged from the corpse river, and their levels became higher and higher, the corpses that emerged in front were still fresh, and soon they turned into withered skeletons, white bone skeletons, gray bone skeletons, and zombies.  Bast Zombie.

    A gray-white skeleton with a metallic sheen on its bones jumped into the river of corpses, waving the bone stick in its hand, leaped high, and struck a lava demon on the head with the stick.

    With the appearance of this silver skeleton, the proportion of silver skeletons and copper-skinned zombies behind became higher and higher. They stepped on the bones of their companions in front, and stepped on the thicker and thicker soil, rushing forward.

    The most terrifying thing about the undead natural disaster is not the individual strength of the undead creatures, but their endless number, their tendency to get back up again no matter how hard they are beaten, and their tendency to not stop even if half of them are broken, as well as the aura of death that erodes all vitality.

    The companions in front have paved the way forward and set up stairs to climb up. The undead creatures behind only need to rush and chop down all the living creatures.

    The demons were forced to retreat into the Blood Pond Demonic Palace, relying on the city wall to attack. Countless corpses were piled under the city wall, almost forming a slope that could reach the top of the wall.

    A demon officer shouted in panic: "Burn the pile of corpses, burn the pile of corpses, they are about to rush onto the city wall!"

    A dozen lava fireballs smashed down, but were blocked by the undead creatures on the pile of corpses. They failed to land on the pile of corpses. Instead, dozens of streaks of smoke rushed out of the pile of corpses, and they rushed to the top of the city and condensed into translucent smoke.  In the form of a ghost, the ghost climbed onto the city wall.

    But soon, the ghosts were smashed against the city wall by the demons. However, more ghosts swarmed up, so that the demons on the wall had no time to care, and the pile of corpses increased by several meters.

    Such a fierce battle was just one of the more than a dozen breakthrough points in the city wall. Millions of skeletons and zombies rushed into the Blood Pool Demon Palace like a tide, and more corpses struggled to get up from the river of corpses.  .

    ¡°I guess the thing that Clete regrets most at this moment is that he piled all the corpses next to the palace.

    The ground outside the city wall has been completely covered by living soil. In the surging black corpse tide, a few golden figures can be seen occasionally. They kick a few times, and with them as the center, the undead creatures within a certain range suddenly appear.  Become more flexible.

    Ange was already busy. Countless threads were pulled up one after another. Each wave brought him a large wave of soul energy. Pulling and pulling, he suddenly took off his hat and stared blankly at his hands.  .

    I saw that his two arms, from his shoulders down, had completely turned into black crystals, shining with countless stars.

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