Chapter 695: The real Undead Natural Disaster

Almost everyone had never seen a real Undead Natural Disaster, and Negris was the same. Its understanding of Undead Natural Disaster was probably at the level of Harvey attacking the Holy Wall City in the Land of Sinking.

Even in the Starburst Plane, the Undead Natural Disaster launched by the Monarch was nothing special, because as long as you don't resist, the undead creatures won't attack living things.

Even so, that was not a real Undead Natural Disaster.

Harvey's was just a simple King's Arrival. It's just that the corpses he drove were not corpses, but skeletons and zombies with souls. Essentially, it was still King's Arrival.

As for the Undead Natural Disaster launched by the Monarch, the purpose was not for destruction, but for conquest, so life was preserved to the greatest extent, so it didn't look like it had any destructive power.

However, a real Undead Natural Disaster is not like this. When corpse undead move, everything will be eroded, corrupted, and polluted.

The first batch of corpses surged out of the Corpse River. Wherever they passed, rich death energy settled. The original reddish-brown land was rapidly eroded and gradually turned gray.

The second batch of corpses, the third batch of corpses, batch after batch of corpses surged, the color of the land became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into breathing soil.

On the breathing soil, the movements of the corpses were more flexible, the bodies were tougher, and the speed was faster.

With the surging of the corpse tide, the breathing soil ground also gradually spread to the distance. On this kind of ground, the flow of death energy was smoother.

A corpse was kicked away by a demon, half of its body was kicked to explode, rolling and falling to the ground, its whole body collapsed, falling apart.

Death energy leaked from its body, dispersed to the surrounding ground, and merged into the breathing soil.

Suddenly, a little soul fluctuation was produced in its body, as if a soul flame was ignited in its body. The death energy in the surrounding breathing soil quickly gathered towards its body, and the soul flame burned.

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From a corpse without a soul to an undead creature with a soul flame, it completed the transformation.

The zombie stood up tremblingly. With this movement, the death energy in the surrounding breathing soil turned into black mist, surging towards it. After it stood straight, the body no longer trembled, and the soul became much stronger.

It stepped forward. With every step, the breathing soil it stepped on would 'splash' a wisp of death energy. With every step, the soul grew slowly.

However, half of the body that was kicked to pieces was still collapsed, but this did not affect its movements and speed, it just lacked one hand. But what does it matter? Behind it, there are countless companions like a tide.

Caught off guard, a large number of demons were scratched, cut, and bitten. The death energy unceremoniously eroded their bodies, causing the area around the wounds to rapidly lose activity.

Some demons made a decisive decision to cut off the wounds. Anyway, a small injury is nothing to demons with powerful recovery ability. Those who couldn't bear to cut hurriedly retreated to a safe place, looking for companions who could treat them. As long as the death energy was dispersed, the limbs could be preserved.

It's a pity that they paid a heavy price for their hesitation. If it were an ordinary Undead Natural Disaster, this treatment would be fine. However, this is the power of Ang, who possesses two Life Gods, exerting the natural disaster.

The demons who dispersed the death energy found that mushrooms were growing on the wounds?

They picked off the mushrooms and ate them, but after a while, another one grew. After growing several in a row, white hair of mycelium began to grow where the mushrooms grew.

The demon was terrified and cut off the wound, but found that no blood flowed out. Looking at the blood vessels, they were full of mycelium. Very quickly, mushrooms emerged from all parts of the body.

"Blood boiling!" Kelite, who rushed over, burned the blood of these demons, and burned all the mycelium in their blood and limbs. At the same time, he issued an order: "Those who are injured, cut off the wounds immediately."

"What exactly happened? Why do these corpses move? Who is playing tricks?" Kelite asked angrily.

However, there was no response to him. He looked around angrily and didn't see that familiar big head. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the big-headed demon who often gave him ideas had been pinched to death by him.

"You, tell me what happened?" Kelite pointed to a demon at random and asked.

That unlucky demon trembled on the spot, stammering and not knowing what to say. With Kelite's cruel personality, he would die if he couldn't say it, die if he said it wrong, and die if he didn't say it, right?

Kelite glared at him, but didn't kill him, and instead pointed to another demon: "You say."

Hey, not killed? The newly pointed demon was startled but breathed a sigh of relief. His thoughts turned, and sure enough, appropriate pressure can stimulate potential. The newly pointed demon immediately associated a point: "Moving corpses, isn't that undead? Maybe it's someone from the Undead Master."

"Undead Master!?"

"Undead Master?!"

This title is even more terrifying than the corpses outside. Kelite's face turned pale, and the other demons were the same, all with panicked expressions.

However, Kelite immediately said loudly: "It's not the Undead Master. If it were the Undead Master, there would be no need to scare us at all. He would directly turn us into corpses, into part of these corpses. There must be some guy who learned to control corpses and then came to scare us."

Speaking of this, Kelite shouted sharply: "Summon all demons, crush these corpses!"

Kelite's voice not only reached the ears of the demons around him, but also spread to the hearts of almost all demons in the plane through the way of blood boiling.

A plane war started like this without any preparation.

The individual combat power of demons is very strong, and some high-rank demons have tough skin and sharp claws. Ordinary undead creatures can't even break their defense.

However, as more and more undead creatures surged out of the Corpse River, their levels became higher and higher. The ones that surged out at the beginning were still fresh corpses, but not long after, they became dry skeletons, white skeletons, gray skeletons, zombies, and tough-skinned zombies.

A gray-white skeleton with a metallic luster on the surface of its bones jumped into the Corpse River, waving the bone stick in its hand, jumped high, and knocked on the head of a lava demon with a stick.

With the appearance of this silver skeleton, the proportion of white silver skeletons and copper-skinned zombies behind became higher and higher. They stepped on the corpses of their companions in front, stepped on the increasingly thick breathing soil, and surged towards the front.

The most terrifying thing about Undead Natural Disaster is not the individual strength of undead creatures, but their endless number, the posture of climbing up again no matter how they are beaten, not stopping even if half of them are broken, and the death energy that erodes all vitality.

The companions in front paved the way for progress and built stairs for climbing. The undead creatures behind only need to rush, and cut down all living things.

The demons were forced to retreat into the Blood Pool Demon Palace, relying on the city walls to attack. Countless corpses were piled up under the city walls, almost piling up a slope that could reach the top of the wall.

A demon officer shouted in panic: "Burn the corpse pile, burn the corpse pile, they are about to rush onto the city wall!"

A dozen lava fireballs were smashed down, but were blocked by the undead creatures jumping up on the corpse pile. They couldn't fall onto the corpse pile. Instead, dozens of smoke mists rushed out of the corpse pile, rushed onto the city head and condensed into semi-transparent figures. Ghosts climbed the city wall.

However, very quickly, the ghosts were beaten to death by the demons on the city wall. However, more ghosts swarmed up, impacting the demons on the wall so that they had no time to take care of other things, and the corpse pile increased by several meters.

Such an intense battle was only one of more than a dozen breakthrough points on the city wall. Millions of skeletons and zombies impacted the Blood Pool Demon Palace like a tide, and more corpses were struggling to climb out of the Corpse River.

It is estimated that the last thing Kelite regrets in his heart at this moment is piling all the corpses next to the palace.

The land outside the city wall has been covered by breathing soil. In the surging black corpse tide, a few golden figures can be seen from time to time. They kick a few times, and the undead creatures within a certain range centered on them suddenly become more flexible.

Ang has gone crazy with work. Countless lines, pulled up wave after wave, each wave brought him a large wave of soul energy. Pulling and pulling, he suddenly took off his hat and looked at his hands blankly.

Only to see his two arms, from the shoulders down, had completely turned into black crystal, and were flashing with countless stars. ===== CHAPTER 696 =====