Chapter 275 Sodom and Gomorrah
Blake Qili, the mayor of Yafei City, paced around . The little rationality in her brain was fading away, replaced by endless rage.
It is for the rebels who betrayed the Eternal King Dom and dared to set foot on the territory of the empire with their dirty bodies.
There was also anger towards other city lords in the Undead Territory . Ever since the defeat of Death Lord Charles, those city lords with their own thoughts had not discussed any feasible alternative plans, and they did not even take the banner of revenge for the lord.
They simply returned to their own cities, strengthened their defenses, and then watched other cities being besieged without sending troops to help.
Everyone emphasized the following: [retreat and advance as fast as the wind], [outflanking and encircling as slowly as a forest], [plunder and attack as fast as fire], and [stand firm as a mountain when friendly forces are in trouble].
Blake Qili knew very well what those guys were thinking. Death Lord Charles was dead, but his successor was not determined before his death. The numerous Undead City Lords were not willing to submit to each other, so it was naturally impossible for them to jointly elect a new boss.
All the lords of the dead city, including Blake Qili herself, are waiting, waiting for the Mad King Dom to appoint another Death Lord again, but the lords of the dead city guess that the Eternal King Dom is more likely to directly choose one from the lords of the dead city to take over Charles' position.
Originally, Black Qili was waiting in Yafei City. After all, her city was not adjacent to the human coalition forces, and the enemy would have to pass through the defense lines of at least two or three cities if they wanted to attack. Black Qili even considered whether to wait until the other city lords had finished fighting with the humans before entering the battlefield to reap the harvest.
Of course, when she is sure that the human army is not seriously injured and can be easily defeated, when other city lords are besieged, she will only follow the rule of "Stand firm like a mountain when friendly forces are in trouble."
After all, everyone does this. She doesn't want to be an outlier, and she doesn't want to do anything that is useless.
Unless sending troops to rescue her colleagues would allow her to become the Lord of Death.
Blake Qili waited patiently, but when she woke up early this morning, she found that her city was surrounded by a group of skeletons.
Siege towers, battering rams, and catapults bombarded the city repeatedly in an attempt to break through the defense line. If the siege equipment had not been in tatters and several of them had not been knocked down during the siege, the city walls and gates would have been breached long ago.
But this couldn't last long, as Blake Qili was well aware of the strength of the group of skeletons outside.
You must know that when Mo Cheng led the Skeleton Legion to wander around the Undead territory, they were harvesting one batch after another like cutting leeks.
Just looking at the madness that he himself was unconscious of at that time, all those high-level undead were terrified.
The high-level undead, who should have lost the emotion of fear, were directly beaten into PTSD by Mo Cheng and the Skeleton Legion at the time.
Not to mention the follow-up intelligence, which Undead City Lord doesn't know that Death Lord Charles and his direct legion were killed by the people outside who led the skeletons.
It might be a bit wrong to call it a "human", it should be said that it is a pure-blooded dragon.
The dragon's might that was forced out at that time almost frightened Blake Qili, who was in the undead territory, and almost extinguished most of the fire of her soul.
"Damn it, reinforcements, where are the reinforcements?!"
"Can't those guys see that the giant dragon outside wants to completely clean up the undead territory?"
"If we don't send troops to support them now, do they intend to be burned to ashes along with their own city under the dragon's breath?!"
Rage, impatience, and unconcealable anxiety.
Blake Qili didn't know how many distress signals she had sent out, and even tried magical communication, but they were all rejected without exception.
Just as she had watched other cities burn, the Undead Lords rejected her request for help.
They all had the same idea as Blake Qili did at the beginning. If the Skeleton Army suffered casualties, they would be the ones to reap the rewards.
But sending troops to help Yafei City?
Helping it won't make you the Lord of Death.
"Send a message to Zilda for me. If it comes to support me, I will support it as the Lord of Death. We can make a pact!"
Blake Qili had no choice but to give her final offer, but before the magic communication was sent out, a loud earth-shaking noise was heard.
“Boom!”
A three-meter-tall dragon man holding a holy light staff slowly walked into the City Lord's Mansion. Behind him were undead spirits lying on the ground, burning with holy flames.
Those undead spirits have been deprived of the power to speak, and they can only accept the final purification in front of the most brutal power of holy light.
At the same time, the entire city of Yafei was also burning, with purifying holy flames and panicked undead everywhere.
There are silent torches everywhere.
"If there are still a hundred good people here, I will give up destroying this place."
"If there are still ten good people here, I will give up destroying this place."
"Even if there is a good person here, I will give up destroying this place."
"Unfortunately, no one here is a good person. They should be destroyed with the Holy Flame."
Turning the Bible in his hand to the Old Testament Genesis about the story of Gomorrah and Sodom, Mo Cheng slowly approached the Banshee City Lord.
"Do you want to be turned into a pillar of salt? Or be burned to ashes by the Holy Flame?"
No matter which Banshee City Lord wanted to make a choice, facing the approach of eternal death, she resisted with all her might without hesitation.
But resistance was futile. The banshee couldn't even open her mouth to chant a spell before her brain was pierced by a long stick made of holy light.
"Who gave you the courage to chant the spell at this distance?"
With a swing of the long stick, he chopped off the banshee's head, and then braided the banshee's long hair and tied it around her waist.
At this time, there were already three heads around Mo Cheng's waist.
Each one was chopped down violently, and each one died with his eyes wide open.
From the fear left on their faces, one can tell how much shock they received before they died completely.
Half a day later, the city of Yafei, like the two cities captured before, was burned by the blazing holy flame and gradually turned into ashes.
The Skeleton Army was cleaning up the battlefield, throwing the remaining undead limbs back into the city of Yafei to add fuel to the Holy Flame.
They are ensuring that no undead can escape death.
"Sigh..." Looking at the siege equipment that was already in tatters and would definitely not last until the next siege, Mo Cheng couldn't help but secretly complain about the poor quality of these things.
But in fact, these siege weapons were able to support the capture of three cities in a row without any repairs in between. In terms of quality, they are definitely solid.
However, no matter how strong it is, after three sieges, it will eventually be destroyed.
"Go back and get more siege equipment and capture more cities. I want to collect the heads of these high-level undead into a grand slam!"
