Chapter 264 The important thing is that you have to lose!
When the Lord of Death appeared, all words were meaningless, and there was no possibility of communication between the human coalition and the subordinates of Mad King Dom.
Margaret and Windissa drew their swords and attacked the Death Lord from the left and right respectively. With similar swords and the same sword techniques, they were like two wolves attacking at the same time, biting and killing the Death Lord.
In the first strike, the two men used their top speed and the sharpness of their weapons to leave deep marks on the Death Lord's heavy armor.
That was enough to break through the heavy armor defense and cause damage to the body.
The Death Lord neither dodged nor evaded, nor cared about the wounds on his body at all. He simply swung the sword in his hand and launched a fierce counterattack.
To the undead, a small cut on the body doesn't even count as an injury.
Margaret only felt the roar of thousands of dead souls, and the celestial phenomena also stopped, suddenly becoming extremely dead and silent without any movement at all.
In an instant, after the incomparable silence, the wind and clouds rose again, the scorching wind blowing across the wasteland of bones, the death clouds blocking the sun, and the wailing of millions of undead, along with the terrifying murderous aura, rushed in.
He was more vicious, evil, and tyrannical than any other enemy he had ever encountered. Even the entire space seemed to be imprisoned by him. The sword of the Lord of Death fell like a guillotine, unstoppable and irresistible!
Margaret immediately turned into a gust of wind, trying to pass through the gaps among the thousands of wailing undead, but was restrained by the undead who stretched out their hands to restrain her. The wailing dead tried to pull the living people in front of them into the deepest part of hell.
Windissa turned the blade of her sword and wanted to draw her sword to support immediately, but was knocked away by a thick long trunk. As the mount of the Lord of Death, its role is definitely not just to carry its master around.
When necessary, the Death Elephant's huge body becomes a terrifying weapon of war.
The tremendous force sent Wendisa flying like a golf ball, and her body was directly embedded in the wall of Castle Cotton. Blood kept dripping from Wendisa's mouth and nose.
The powerful shot from the war elephant directly caused serious damage to Windissa's internal organs.
On the other side, Margaret, who had nowhere to hide, held her sword horizontally to block the attack of the Lord of Death. When the two swords collided, a storm rolled up on the sword, constantly offsetting the continuous pressure.
The opponent suppressed her in strength!
Realizing this, Margaret bent her legs, unloading the force of the sword to the side, while the blade was raised from bottom to top, and at the same time, the edge of the sword was condensed with a high-speed rotating storm.
But the Death Lord simply stretched out his left hand, grabbed the blade, and crushed the storm on it.
It was like waving away a tiny breeze.
"Storm's Blade? Not a bad idea, but the blade isn't sharp enough!"
The storm attached to the blade destroyed most of the heavy armor on the Death Lord's left arm, but the arm filled with deformed flesh made Margaret feel dizzy and nauseous.
It wasn't a psychological smoke screen, but some kind of unknown mental attack.
“Die!”
The Death Lord raised the sword in his hand again. Even though Margaret was determined and could recover quickly after suffering a mental attack, the sword had already reached her.
Is it over?
At the last moment of her life, Margaret unexpectedly did not have any emotional fluctuations, but an .
"I feel a little regretful. I haven't finished reading Aunt Wendisa's book yet, and I haven't had time to talk to Mo..."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the Death Lord was shocked, "What?!"
A powerful consciousness suddenly penetrated the entire battlefield. In a short moment, in the perception of the Lord of Death, Margaret actually [disappeared].
This is absolutely impossible. The undead do not need to use their eyes or other five senses to lock onto the opponent. The undead's unique soul vision is the nemesis of many stealth professions.
But why did the other party have the ability to break free from his own restraints and avoid a fatal blow?
And at this moment, the Lord of Death even saw it.
What is that?
I can't understand it and I can't understand it.
The powerful life let out a dying wail, and the eternal existence marched towards death...
That was a destruction more thorough than death, and even the undead trembled in the face of it.
Trembling, something that the undead should not have, was actually aroused by the momentum of the person who came, and it felt just like when it was alive.
"It seems like every time I find you, you're in trouble."
Mo Cheng brought Margaret out of the range of the Death Lord's sword. I don't know if it was an illusion , but both times he went into the dungeon, it seemed that the other party was in trouble.
Last time, I was besieged because I was protecting a group of civilians who had no fighting ability, but this time...
Mo Cheng looked at the Death Lord in front of him cautiously. He knew by feeling that the guy in front of him was a tough guy.
And there is the army of the dead.
"Let the people here shrink their defense. Reinforcements will arrive soon. Don't die before then."
Mo Cheng pointed at the Death Lord in front of him and said, "Leave this guy to me, you go support other places."
Knowing that she would only distract Mo Cheng in a battle of this magnitude, not only would she not be able to help but would also cause more trouble, Margaret nodded and said, "You have to be careful."
"Don't worry, I have some experience in fighting."
Without saying anything more, Margaret left immediately to provide support elsewhere.
After Margaret left, Mo Cheng and the Lord of Death looked at each other silently. They seemed to want to communicate, but there was nothing to say.
Both sides have understood each other's strategy. Mo Cheng relies on his powerful mobility to frantically attack the undead in the territory. Even if he surrounds and kills them once, he can start over again.
If this continues, the territory of the undead will only be dragged into the bloody quagmire of endless war.
So the Lord of Death made a decision to summon the main force to attack the human coalition, expand the territory of the undead, and also use death to replenish more undead.
And this action was also a test, testing whether Mo Cheng was determined to cause trouble in the territory, or whether he could not bear to see the human defense line being breached.
Mo Cheng bet that the Lord of Death would not give up his territory, and the Lord of Death bet that Mo Cheng would not sit idly by and watch the human defense line being breached. Even if Mo Cheng really ignored the fact that the human defense line was breached, he could create more undead through death and return to the territory to continue to besiege and kill Mo Cheng.
There is no doubt that the Lord of Death won this gamble.
only……
The tyrannical holy light exploded in the void, and the terrifying holy energy burned all the undead within a hundred meters with holy flames, destroying all power and achieving complete [purification]!
Immediately afterwards, the air exploded, and in the eyes of the Death Lord, a fist was growing bigger and bigger until it filled his entire field of vision.
The Death Lord needs to bring these undead back to his territory alive to be considered victorious.
Since Mo Cheng failed to win, he would not let the Lord of Death not lose.
It doesn't matter whether I win or not.
The important thing is that you have to lose!
