Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Why did a powerful necromancer like you come back to my kingdom? What are you looking for?"

San Giles said politely, and his gentle words made people feel like spring breeze.

"Like other undead creatures, I am here to seek eternal life in order to explore the endless knowledge."

According to the information and clues revealed by the Vampire King, Painhurs said lightly.

"Oh, that's really weird. Baal is a paradise for ghouls. If you are afraid of the darkness and nothingness that death brings, you should go to those two vampires. They can transform you into midnight nobles, in the mortal world. Enjoy eternity."

"But I look down on them."

The great chief said arrogantly.

"The world's necromantic priest, the source of the mage's materials, half of it comes from this undead land. I have dealt with them. Those vampires are cunning and suspicious, acting harshly and unscrupulously, but your ghoul is a strange species here, extremely Value honor. I am here to pursue eternity. I don't want to devote my unlimited time to the intriguing midnight court. And you, I have heard of your deeds."

"Blood Angel, King Ghoul! You spent countless hours and finally unified this land called Baal, and unified the chaotic, disorderly, blood-sucking monsters here under one banner, and you taught them culture and knowledge. , Instilling various etiquette and honors, it took several years to create an orderly kingdom in this undead land! Compared to other undead kings, I am more willing to walk with you side by side."

Although it was all scenes, the final compliment was sincere. The warchief felt that no matter how long he gave himself, it was impossible to turn a group of murderous ghouls into a gentleman with a strong sense of glory.

These words did speak to the heart of the Ghoul King, who was incompatible with the undead here. The other undead kings all regard themselves as a **** alien, and they want to transform the entire undead land into an orderly manner like Baal, but the other legendary undead monsters also have the strength to fight against him.

However, it is different now, a legendary necromancer, willing to fight with him.

Everything, as Selana expected, because of the addition of a legendary necromancer, the balance of power here began to fall apart. On the bright side, there is the alliance of Painhus and San Giles, and there is a vampire king in the dark, surrendered under the dragon banner of the tribe. Among the five legends, this weird alliance has occupied the third.

At the invitation of the Ghoul King, Painhurs held Ning, who had turned back into a loli form, and squatted on his shoulders Magnus, who was still in the form of a little devil, and walked slowly along the entrance of a gruesome cave where the wind was howling. Into the depths of the Baal Kingdom.

Sure enough, it was "disciplined" as Selana said.

In the sacred and magnificent church, hundreds of giants dressed in blood armor and decorated with golden silk and satin lined up in a neat line, standing solemnly in front of a shrine, sending out devout prayers. Loud voices echoed back and forth in the church decorated with a large number of reliefs.

It’s a pity that all this is just the imagination of the ghoul king. In Painhurs’ eyes, the so-called temple is a group of giant ghouls, a huge cave dug out in this intricate underground tunnel, they use A large number of gruesome white bones and rotten flesh of dark green maggots were randomly nailed to the walls, floors, and roofs, decorating their sacred hall, and a group of evil spirits with abominable faces, dressed in blood stained red Battle armor, the surrounding golden decorations are actually rags stained with brain juice, or simply the intestines of other creatures. The devout evil spirits use that rotten and festering throat to send out something like hell. Penetrating people growl.

"What is your responsibility?"

The headed ghoul roared loudly.

"Fight for the will of the Ghoul King!"

The neatly lined up devourers roared in unison.

"What is the will of the Ghoul King?"

"Fight to the last breath! Only death is failure!"

"Death, what is it?"

"It's our responsibility!"

"What is your responsibility?"

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Endless repeated prayers tortured Painhurs’ eardrums, and the group continued to walk into the depths of the underground kingdom along the spacious passage. More views of the kingdom were exposed to everyone, San Giles, continue. Proudly showing the perfect kingdom he built.

Three craftsmen forged a new scarlet armor by the fire, a herdsman grazing his own cattle and sheep, and on a dining table covered with scarlet cloth, a dozen nobles wore scarves around their necks. Eat elegantly with a knife and fork.

The corner of the warchief’s eyes twitched a little, and he began to doubt the difference between reality and dreams. Three rotting and pus-filled ghouls worked hard, like twisting a piece of rag, twisting a newly dead corpse, trying to squeeze it dry. The last drop of that poor fellow's blood, purpose? Just to paint a brand new armor into the color that blood angels love.

A ghoul, who claims to be a herder, grazes a dozen poor goblins who claim to be "cows and sheep". They are treated as livestock, shivering under the whip.

And the dining table covered with blood-colored cloth is actually a piece of blasphemous furniture forged with bones and covered in human skin. A group of ghouls dressed in tattered linen, with a scarf that ghosts know what it is tied around their necks, elegant. Using a dagger and a sharp knife, Seri slowly cut off a corpse, his already rotten and smelly fingers, and put it in his mouth to **** and chew. As if tasting the supreme delicacies.

Finally, San Giles proudly displayed his huge army.

There are 10,000 ghouls in the entire Baal, and each of them is a pious priest, believing in an unheard deity in Germanic polytheism, and in the eyes of these ghouls, he is in charge of death and reincarnation.

From the frontiers of Gaul, to the Salmatian steppe, from the northern foothills of the Alps, to Scandinavia in the extreme north, there are not one thousand but eight hundred Germanic clans living here. Every settlement believes in some weird little gods, including the deities of Odin and Thor in Northern Europe, collectively referred to as the ancient Germanic religion.

Even the most clumsy ghoul can control the three skeleton soldiers by virtue of the evil priest's ability to guide the blue negative energy. They become more religious and powerful, and the more skeletons they can control.

Each squad consists of two ghouls, dominates six skeleton soldiers, a total of eight people, and fifty squads are put together to form the basic combat unit of these Bal people: company.

Secretly calculating, each company is about a hundred ghouls, with three hundred skeletons attached.

This number is not very accurate, because the ghouls control the number of skeletons between three and nine, so the number of skeletons in each company fluctuates between three and nine hundred.

Every ten companies have formed a regiment, and ten regiments are all the ghouls in San Giles's hands. Each company commander and commander are more than three meters tall like Gabriels. Giant goblin.

Each regiment has a whole company of soldiers, all composed of giant ghosts, and among the ten regiments, there is also an elite thousand-member group, all of which are huge ghouls wearing blood armor.

"Liu Yuan, a powerful necromancer! With your help, we will definitely be able to smooth out the other forces in the Undead Land, completely destroy the chaotic, disorderly existence, and make the entire Undead Land into the same orderly as Baal. Paradise!"

The blood angel closed his eyes intoxicated and was immersed in the terrifying world he created by himself, unable to extricate himself.

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