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Catherine did not slow down due to the activation of her skills, so the three new ones she appeared maintained a very high speed and arrived at the Lich King's side almost in the blink of an eye.
Sorrow, the Lich King, hurriedly and subconsciously activated the magic shield to protect himself again. Seeing that the black shield was formed before Catherine arrived, the Lich King was relieved a little. Although his magic power dropped by 60% due to the backlash of the forbidden curse, it was the remaining 40% of the magic power. , which is also more powerful than the Holy Domain Mage. So as long as he holds up the magic shield, he hardly has to worry about level five warriors. Even if they attack casually, it will take a long time to break the shield. This time is enough for the Lich King to release dozens of spells. With his strength, these spells can even kill several saint masters.
However, maybe it was God's will. In short, the Lich King's sad wishful thinking once again failed. I saw Catherine coming in front of the Lich King, dispersing his shield with just a raise of her hand, and also greatly slowing down the Lich King's speed.
The reason why Catherine is so powerful is very simple. Don't forget, she is holding the sword in her hand, the Purifying Blade, given by her master, the sword **** Dongfang Bubai. The purification technique carried by this sub-artifact is the nemesis of all magicians, because it can eliminate all magic effects on the enemy at once, including magic shields.
The Lich King, who had his magic shield cut off, was horrified to recognize the sword in Catherine's hand, but he couldn't figure out why the Sword God's sword was in the hand of a little girl. Up?
Of course Catherine would not talk nonsense, she directly launched an attack on Sorrow, the Lich King who had no protection. The three Catherines struck at the Lich King Sorrow from different directions with three swords, one beheading and the other the chest. Cut the waist with one sword.
Then three crisp sounds were heard. In addition to knocking away the artifact Crown of the First Generation Cult from the Lich King's sad head, Catherine did not achieve any results. The sub-artifact sword slashed the Lich King's sad golden frame. On the other hand, it had no effect. It just cut off some bones and debris, and did not cause any major damage to Sorrow the Lich King.
Seeing this, the Lich King couldn't help but said proudly: "Hey, little girl, do you know how powerful it is? After more than 2,000 years of tempering, my body has become harder than fine steel. If only Your master, Sword God Dongfang Bubai, came here in person, but you can still hurt me, huh, you can only scratch my itch!"
"Haha!" Catherine didn't show any signs of frustration after hearing this. Instead, she said with a smile: "Senior is very powerful, so it makes sense that I, the junior, can't hurt you. However, for me, it doesn't matter whether it hurts you or not. It doesn't matter if I kill you, as long as it can restrict your actions! Of course, someone else will take care of you!" As he said that, the three swords suddenly squeezed together like a cage. Trapping the Lich King's sad body, making him unable to move freely.
Seeing Catherine's relaxed expression, Lich King Sadness immediately felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked towards Lao Xie. He found that Lao Xie suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. Then he roared at the top of his lungs, as if he was performing something.
When Sorrow, the Lich King saw this, he immediately knew that the situation seemed to be out of his control, and hurriedly wanted to get rid of Catherine's entanglement and leave there, but Catherine was a warrior after all, and Sorrow, the Lich King, was indeed a mage. No matter how powerful a mage is, it is impossible to be stronger than a warrior! So in a hurry, the Lich King was unable to struggle out of Catherine's entanglement.
At this moment, the Lich King Sadness suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura appearing above his head. He hurriedly looked up and saw a white light as thin as the mouth of a bowl, like a sharp sword, shooting down from the sky and hitting the Lich King's sad, bare head in just an instant.
"No!" The Lich King was sad
Because the speed of the white light was so fast, the Lich King only shouted half-heartedly before being hit head-on by the white light. His golden skull head was able to resist Catherine's slashing with the sub-artifact sword. But he looked so fragile in front of this white light. Even vulnerable at all. Only a snap was heard, and the skull was shattered. The lingering white light shattered the Lich King's sad torso again, and then it disappeared into the ground, leaving only a bottomless hole the size of a fist. Obviously, this attack was the proud work of the artifact Xingshuidi.
As a result, the Lich King Sadness, a man of his generation, a legendary master, and one of the Seven Lords of the Undead, was lost. The artifact that accompanied him throughout his life, the Staff of Destruction, seemed to be aware of the passing of its master. It fell sadly to the ground and made a crisp sound, as if it was saying goodbye to its master!
As the Lich King sadly died in battle, the surrounding undead souls enslaved by him also fell to the ground softly, like pieces of wheat being dropped.
After seeing this, Lao Xie, who had transformed into Behemoth, finally breathed a sigh of relief, released the transformation state, and then fell to the ground like a golden mountain toppling a jade pillar. Just like last time, after the battle He lost his strength and fell unconscious on the spot again.
While Lao Xie was ambushing the Lich King in front and feeling sad, the remaining personnel on the third line of defense were also fighting a **** battle against the surging undead army. After several days of fierce fighting, more than half of the 100,000 people left behind have been killed and wounded, and several major fortresses have been breached one after another. Today, there are only three final fortresses under human control, and Witte City is one of them. .
Although, such a record does not look very glorious. They even lost the fortress within a few days and suffered more than half of the casualties. To be precise, it should be regarded as a defeat. However, most of these defenders are just farmers, and have not even undergone the most basic training. They rely on their passion to resist the undead. Therefore, it is really good that they can fight to this point. In particular, the general of the garrison, Earl Kester, played a huge role in taking the lead.
However, as the undead army gathered in place, the attacks launched became more and more fierce, and Count Kester gradually felt overwhelmed. However, he still did not abandon his troops and make teleportation arrays to escape. Instead, he insisted on staying on the front line with the determination to avenge his family. Every time the undead army attacked, he personally went to fight with his troops on the city wall. , relying on the strength of a sixth-level warrior, Count Kester was like an indestructible rock, crushing the wave-like attacks of the undead army again and again.
But Earl Kester is a body of flesh and blood after all, and cannot compare to the undead who have no feeling of fatigue. As the war progressed, fatigue finally caught up with him. After several days of hard fighting, he had reached his limit. Not only were the muscles all over his body sore, but even his bones felt as if they were filled with lead, making it impossible for him to move flexibly.
Furthermore, Count Kester also suffered serious injuries. There were dozens of large and small wounds. The most severe one was the sword wound under his ribs. The opponent's sword penetrated at least three inches and was already injured. It gutted him and almost killed him. Therefore, although Count Kester is still holding on on top of the city, even he knows that he no longer has much fighting power. But just at this moment, another wave of more ferocious undead army attacked.
Looking at the endless army of white skeletons below, Count Kester seemed extremely calm. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a kind of contempt from the heart.
"Come on, you **** scumbag, even if you die, I will kill a few more of you for my wife and children!" Earl Kester said silently in his heart.
Finally, the undead army arrived, and the swaying Earl of Kester raised his sword together with other warriors. Although they knew that this might be their last battle, there was not a single deserter among the warriors present. Their faces showed a look of resignation, and they faced these abominable undead with unusual calmness.
After chopping down another skeleton, Earl Kester finally reached his limit. He fell to the ground without the other party having to do anything, and even lost his sword. But a skeleton warrior behind him came to him at this moment, raising the rusty blade high.
"Ah, is it finally over?" Earl Kester closed his eyes calmly and said silently in his heart: "Dear madam, and the children, wait for me, I'm coming!"
But after a long time, Count Kester did not feel the pain of being chopped by the weapon, so he opened his eyes in confusion, and what he saw surprised him. It turned out that the undead army, which had been so menacing just now, suddenly fell down on its own.
Not only the undead that launched the attack, but also the undead troops still gathering in the distance all fell down without exception. The large piece of white skeleton lay on the ground, looking like it was in a sea of bones.
Seeing this situation, everyone including Earl Kester froze, and they were all stunned in disbelief.
It took a while before Earl Kester came to his senses and hurriedly asked: "Who can tell me what is going on?"
"Sir, it seems that all the undead troops have died on their own!" a guy said immediately.
"Nonsense, I've seen all this!" Earl Kester immediately laughed and scolded: "I'm asking why they all died suddenly?"
"Sir, could this be the Lich King's sad conspiracy?" another guy asked.
"Conspiracy?" Earl Kester then smiled bitterly: "Does he still need to launch a conspiracy? As long as we continue to attack for a few more minutes, we will lose this war!"
"Sir, what do you think is going on?" the person next to him asked hurriedly.
"I don't know, would I still ask you if you knew it?" Earl Kester then smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, okay, don't make any guesses. Send someone to report the situation here immediately, and call the sentry at the same time. Ride a horse and go to the front to see if all the undead are dead!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed and immediately started to follow the instructions.