Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 548: Undercity in the black mist

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The sky just showed white fish belly. After a night of rest and recuperation, the army of the Southern Expedition was ready to pull out. The soldiers packed up the thick tents and placed them in the trucks of the logistics department. But there are not so many space bags available.

The General Marshal of the Holy Roman Empire’s Southern Expeditions, Meqent, has been upset recently. He always feels as if something bad is about to happen. Several cavalry units sent out have lost contact. For the main force of the 100,000 Southern Expeditions, this loss is naturally not worth mentioning, but Meqent felt it was not so simple. He stood on the hill with his hands on his back, lost in thought.

"My Lord Marshal!" Meiqin looked up slightly and saw the saint's money coming.

"My Lord Saint!" Megent frowned, but he couldn't help maintaining his politeness on the surface, and he bowed slightly.

"How long will it be to Manchester!" the saint asked calmly.

"There are more than two days left, why?" Meiqinte replied, squinting slightly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"It's nothing, just ask!" The saint's face was covered with veil, so that people could not see her expression, whether it was joy or anger.

At this time, a soldier rushed over and said anxiously when he saw Mechint, "It's not good, your marshal, something has happened!"

"What?" Mechinte was taken aback, and he hurried to catch up.

"What the **** is going on?" Megent asked as he walked.

"The trace of the attacker was found..." the soldier replied, "A small team we sent out for reconnaissance was attacked. The whole team was destroyed, and only the captain was still alive..."

"But he won't live long!" the soldier replied.

As they were talking, the two had already arrived in the temporary infirmary of the Southern Crusade Army.

The temporary infirmary is made up of several huge tents, darkly lit, on a makeshift bed, lying on a man covered in blood, his eyes closed tightly, and a deep wound appeared on his chest.

"Marshal Lord!" The man was the officer who was killed by the black knight. He crawled back with a sigh of force and finally got his life back. He opened his eyes with difficulty when he saw Megent coming in.

"What's the matter, who hurt you like this? Pastor... Pastor..." Mechent was startled, and he immediately yelled.

"Report to Master Marshal, the priest is coming in the camp, we have sent someone to urge!" a soldier immediately reported.

"Let him hurry up, it's important to save people!" Megent still loves soldiers, otherwise there are not so many soldiers willing to work for him.

"Marshal...I...I have an emergency military situation...I will report to you..." the officer said with difficulty, "We... the team... During the reconnaissance... we met... two undead The mage...all...the whole army was wiped out..."

"What? What did you say? Necromancer?" Maqin was taken aback. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. In his image, the Necromancer, who had never been able to fight for a mission, actually killed the entire scout team. Myth or fairy tale?

"What, is it a Necromancer?" The saint shook her body, it turned out that she quietly followed at some time.

"My Lord Saint!" Megent and the soldiers discovered the Saint and saluted her, but the Saint murmured, "How is it possible? Could it be... "A familiar face appeared in her mind.

"Impossible, how could he still be alive in the world?" The saint shook her head, "The person who was awarded by the crowd to chase and kill cannot be alive. I must think too much!"

The saint's gaze fell on the officer's wound, only to find that he did not know when he swallowed.

"Hey--" Mechent wanted to ask more about the situation, but he was dead, so he sighed and slowly closed his eyes. He set his head and found out that the priest Only then came in, looking at him at a loss.

Meqint "hummed" dissatisfiedly, waved his sleeves, and walked out.

"Who the **** hurt him? Is it an Ethiopian chaos? Huh, I don’t believe what Necromancer is!" Mechinte, who has never seen a Necromancer, doesn’t believe that a Necromancer has anything. With such a powerful force, if they had such power, they wouldn't have to perform tricks on the streets for entertainment.

"Master Marshal, the army of the Southern Expedition is ready to set off!" At this time, a soldier came to report.

"Let's go, then!" Megent said with a wave.

"But... your marshal..." The soldier hesitated, his tone hesitating.

Meqint frowned, his expression a little dissatisfied, "What can I say!"

"Our rations will not last long..." the soldier replied, "From yesterday to now, the food from Amufa City has not been shipped!"

"What?" Mechinte jumped up when he heard it. It was not bad. The rations are related to the actions of the entire southern expedition.

"Asshole!" Now Megent became anxious. He opened his eyes and said viciously, "Where is the food? Huh?"

"Report...Report to Lord Marshal!" At this time, another soldier ran to report, and he shouted, "My Lord Marshal, it’s not good, Almufa City... Almufa City... was captured. Up!"

"What?" Meqent's eyes were red with blood. He grabbed the soldier's collar and shouted, "What the **** is going on? You say it again?"

The soldier was startled by the Marshal, and his whole body shuddered. He ate and said, "According to... news from the rear... Almufa City... Almufa City was captured, and all the food... Burned!"

"It was burned!" The soldier's voice was very high, and everyone around him heard it. They opened their mouths and stood in a daze. The saint also heard it.

"What did you say? The grain was also burned?" Megent roared, then he seemed to think of something and let go of the soldier.

"Yes...Yes! Master Marshal, what shall we do now?" The soldier was in shock, but he didn't see the murderous intent in Meqent's eyes.

Meqent took a few steps back, turned around, and revealed a back. Suddenly, a bright light flashed from his waist, and a ray of light slammed out, "Whhhh".

"Uh...ah...ah..." The soldier clutched his neck tightly, and a blood line slowly emerged. He opened his eyes desperately and looked at Megent in disbelief. He died. Did not understand why the Marshal Lord killed him.

Mechinte took a step forward and pointed at the dead soldier on the ground and said coldly to everyone around him, "This man is a spy. I have been paying attention to him for a long time. He falsely spread the news with the intention of disturbing the military's morale and should be executed according to military law. !"

"Oh..." The people around suddenly realized it, but more people were dubious. They only heard Maqin's high voice, "Now I order the army to move immediately and reach Manchester as quickly as possible... …"

"Yes..." The soldiers replied loudly, and Meqent was relieved. If he hadn't used some means, the military's mind would have been distracted. This southern campaign against the rebellion in Ethiopia would have It will become a complete joke.

"Master Marshal, what's the matter?" Meqent's uncharacteristic behavior can be concealed by everyone, but Bingxue's clever saint, she approached Meqint and asked softly.

The saint supervises the battle on behalf of the Holy See, and Meqent will naturally not hide from her. He whispered, "The city of Amufa was breached and all the food was burned!"

"What?" The saint couldn't believe her ears. The heavily guarded city of Amufa was breached. How could this be possible?

"The only way to tell everyone is to force the army to accelerate and capture Manchester at the fastest speed, otherwise we will not have a good life!" Megent said softly in the ear of the saint.

The movement of the army of half a million is not random. Mechinte divides his forces and advances in parallel, steadily fighting, and be careful wherever he goes. However, Juliana also has countermeasures. She has a strong and clear way around Manchester. According to the policy, Meqent’s army could not find a grain of grain or even a person in Manchester, and even the water source was poisoned.

Mechente was helpless, so he had to speed up the army and at the same time blocked the news of the destruction of Almufa City. Nevertheless, the soldiers who had not eaten for two consecutive meals still vaguely guessed something, and rumors began to spread. .

After more than a day of rushing, the 500,000 troops of the Holy Roman Empire finally came to Manchester.

In front of Manchester, hundreds of thousands of the Holy Roman Empire army lined up in a neat formation, densely packed, and you can't see it at a glance. No matter who sees such a large number of mighty and majestic regular troops, they have already scared their feet.

Manchester, at this moment, is completely shrouded in the black mist, Bai Sensen’s bones are constantly looming in the mist, making it difficult to see the scene inside. In the black mist, there will be a sound or two from time to time like hell. The screams were screaming, and the whole of Manchester was like an unbreakable castle.

"This is Manchester?" Mechente couldn't suppress the shock on his face, "Why is it different from what I expected? It seems...as if... there is a fascinating atmosphere?"

The saint frowned slightly, "I don't know why, I always have a bad feeling!"

"Is it finally here?"

Mechent could not see Manchester, which is the scene in the Undercity, but from the Undercity, it was clear. Juliana stood on the high viewing platform, quietly Observing the outside, there was a relaxed smile on his face.

The sky of the dead!

This magic circle arranged in the Undercity is constantly releasing dark mist, covering the entire Undercity in the black mist.

Now the Undercity has been expanded ten times more than Manchester before. It is already full of various institutions, and the dark mist is wrapped in deep murderous intent to ensure that the invaders will go or not.

Without food, the battle line is stretched too long, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, plus the auxiliary magic circle arranged by necromancers such as the Necrosphere, Juliana has 80% of this battle. Grasp.

"Miss, they are finally here!" Lauchlan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he gritted his fists, thinking about a big fight.

"I saw it!" Juliana waved her hand faintly, "Everyone is in place, everything goes according to the original plan!" Then she glanced at Vivian, "The first wave of attacks will be carried out by the Necromancers. Right..."

"Yes!" Vivienne bowed slightly, bowed her body, turned around and took her order.

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