Chapter 326： The ups and downs of the vampire earl's life (please subscribe

Chapter 326 The Ups and Downs of the Vampire Earl's Life (Subscribe)

War is Death's best tool.

It always takes thousands of souls with ease.

The sky is gloomy, and there is darkness between the sky and the earth. Only the occasional electric light can make the world bright for a short time.

On a steep mountain road, the heavy rain washed away the scorching heat brought by the scorching sun a few days ago.

In the rainstorm, a group of human soldiers are gathering into a battle formation to fight against their enemies.

Fierce battle cries mingled with the sound of swords falling from shields.

This harsh sound is intended to instill fear in an enemy who has no fear.

Despite the shouts, drums, and stomps, there was no sound of steel clashing.

This battle is no ordinary battle.

But a war between the living and the dead.

The sword slashed at the dead man's arm in the pouring rain.

The occasional bruised blood was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

The ragged, battered dead scratched at the soldiers.

The dead staggered under the power of witchcraft, slow but powerful.

Already exhausted, under their attack, the numb soldiers staggered back, desperately avoiding their outstretched arms and suffocating hugs.

The stench mixed in the air and poured in from their nasal cavity, making the stomach churn.

They tried to cut off the hands and feet of the dead, and poked each other's heads.

The soldiers fought with all their strength, knocking down batch after batch of dead.

But they seem to have no end, they are still coming.

Fearless.

The bodies of those severed limbs were still wriggling, trying to use their teeth to bite those soldiers.

"Hold on, brothers." The tall Fisher slammed a zombie away with his arm shield.

It was a woman with a rotting body wearing a dress that had become a strip of cloth.

Half of her face has been eaten clean by maggots.

The other half of the face became dry and smelly.

That eye is rotten.

The white eyeballs dangled back and forth in the eye sockets.

Fisher stabbed the short sword in his hand into the opponent's head, and when he pulled it out, he brought out a series of foul-smelling brains, and then pushed the opponent back violently.

The body unable to support fell into the tide of corpses.

But the woman is still alive.

She was still trying to reach out and grab the soldiers, to grab their feet.

The number of zombies is overwhelming.

The dead are hard to kill.

Earl Vlad's army needs no logistics, no weapons.

They don't know tiredness.

Difficult to be killed outright.

More importantly, their arrival will also bring some negative things, such as cold air and dark clouds covering the sky, which will increase the physical exertion of soldiers.

Soldiers can knock those dead down many times.

But the dead only need to knock down the soldiers once.

As long as the soldiers fall, the dead will swarm on the soldiers, tearing and biting their struggling flesh with their claws and mouths, until they are transformed into a member of the undead.

Fisher and others retreated while fighting.

Their physical strength has been exhausted, but they cannot be avoided.

The survivor residents who escaped from Middenheim are on their way to the nearest town.

Once these dead passed through their line of defense and caught up with the helpless refugees, it would undoubtedly be a massacre.

They must buy enough time for those fleeing.

The fallen soldiers let out desperate cries.

They were dragged into the tide of corpses, and their screams covered the sound of their flesh and blood being torn apart.

Fisher felt a tinge of despair.

The endless dead will eventually overwhelm everything.

The fatigue on the soldier's face was evident.

The icy rainstorm is constantly taking away their body temperature.

Undead don't need rest, but they do.

Every soldier is eager to get a short rest, can change the soaked clothes, and keep warm by the fire.

Some soldiers' lips have been turned purple from the cold, and their arms waving weapons have lost consciousness, as if they no longer belong to them.

"You have to leave here, sir." Lieutenant Callas said, "This place can no longer be defended. You have to take some people out of here and go to Baihe Town."

"So what do you do?" Fisher asked.

"Some people have to stay to block these dead people, otherwise no one will be able to leave." Callas shouted, he was panting, and it was obvious that his physical strength was about to be exhausted.

"I can't just leave like this." Fisher said: "We once swore that we would live and die together."

"It's a very lucky thing to be your brother, Fisher. But you have more important things, Middenheim has fallen, and you have to take those living people out of here. Let them Live, don't let them fall into Vlad's hands." Karas patted Fisher's cold shoulder and said: "Let's go, we can't save Middenheim, at least we have to save those people .”

Callas pushed Fisher, turned around again and rushed into the muddy battlefield.

He pierced the rushing zombie with a sword, and then rammed into another staggering corpse.

Fisher clenched his fists, but he turned and left.

Some soldiers also left with Fisher.

The fall of Middenheim turned that city into hell.

Vlad did not restrain his undead army, but let them slaughter in Middenheim.

Those vampires pick virgins as delicious food.

The fate of being selected and not being selected is equally tragic.

Those who are selected will be used as food by vampires.

Those who are not selected will be thrown among the zombies to be shredded.

Fisher was an officer of the Middenheim City Defense Force. When he realized that something was wrong, he gathered the remaining soldiers and escaped with a group of survivors.

The undead army has been chasing them.

The sacrifice of his subordinates bought some time, allowing Fisher to catch up with the refugees with the surviving soldiers.

Every survivor was extremely tired, running around for several days without a moment of rest, even the clothes on his body were all soaked, and his physical and mental strength had reached their limits.

Fate did not favor these poor people.

When they saw a town and thought they could finally rest.

The undead pouring out of the town made them fall into despair.

Vlad's minions are ravaging Middenland, bringing the dead back from beyond.

The town has apparently fallen and is in the hands of Vlad's minions.

Fisher's eyes are still sharp.

He saw the pale-faced nobles wearing luxurious clothes on the city wall, and behind them, there was a mage wearing a black robe and holding a scepter.

They are all Vlad's minions.

Vampires and Necromancers.

Betrayed human beings and turned to the dark beasts.

The vampires showed sinister smiles.

They have been waiting for a long time, just to taste the despair of this surviving team.

The dead let out a deep roar, the sky began to drizzle, and the air temperature began to drop, becoming colder and colder.

A scream came.

Fisher followed the sound and looked over, a woman holding a baby screamed in horror and fled from where he was standing.

A moment later, Fisher saw a skeleton of the dead breaking through the soil and crawling out.

The appearance of the skeleton caused panic.

Someone is trying to escape from both sides of the road.

The dead also came out of the jungle.

They are everywhere.

Fisher and his party fell into the siege of the enemy.

"All assembled, soldiers at the outermost, then men, women, children." Fisher shouted, "Don't panic, unite, don't run around."

The tired soldiers raised their weapons and shields, and they gathered together to form a circular battle formation according to Fisher's order, and let men and women enter it.

The vampires showed playful eyes.

They don't care about these human actions.

The more these ants struggle, the more excited they become.

I don't know if it was out of play, or some kind of perverted idea.

The deceased stopped when he was two meters away from the soldier.

The densely packed dead surrounded the survivors like that, without launching an attack.

The outstretched rotting arms and deep growls reveal their desire for living flesh and blood.

Fisher saw familiar faces among the corpses.

His lieutenant, Callas, and those brothers who stood behind them.

Their bodies have been torn into disgrace, and the armor on their bodies is also stained with blood and shredded flesh.

Fisher tries not to imagine how much they suffered before they died.

He suppressed his anger, clenched the sword in his hand, and used every second of rest time to recover himself from exhaustion as much as possible.

The vampires came from the town with the necromancer.

They are very arrogant, like entering the vegetable garden to pick vegetables.

"It's really good food." A vampire's voice came from the ranks of the dead, making the timid survivors cry even harder.

"I smell deep despair and pessimism. This kind of blood tastes bitter and sweet, but it will make people have an endless aftertaste."

"I love baby's blood."

The vampires commented as if they were food, making the anger in Fisher's heart even stronger, like a depressed volcano.

These **** bastards.

Even if he went to hell, he would take one of them with him.

The vampires felt Fisher's anger and burst out laughing.

They didn't fear Fisher, and even took pleasure in his wrath.

Just as they were about to say something and mock this overreaching mortal, there was a roar in the sky.

Immediately followed by the sound of breaking through the air.

The weird voice made all the vampire nobles show surprised expressions.

They looked in the direction of the sound.

Their keen eyesight allowed them to spot several suspended and flying metal creations.

"Is it a magical creation?"

"Which family's emblem is that double-headed eagle?"

The vampire nobles are somewhat familiar with those suspended metal creations.

Like a steam airship used by humans.

It just looks bigger, and there is no thick pipe emitting black smoke.

"Don't think that magic can defeat us." A vampire nobleman said contemptuously: "Wizards, beat it down."

With the help of the wind of magic, alchemists can easily create floating airships.

The vampire nobles felt that those metal ships should be the creation of alchemy.

The necromancers who mastered dark magic raised their scepters, ready to release dark witchcraft to beat them down.

didn't wait for them to make a move.

The mysterious object dragging the fire shot out from the flying metal monster and landed in the tide of corpses.

The moment the mysterious object landed on the ground, it exploded with an explosion power that surpassed high-level fire attribute magic.

The flames soared into the sky, and the powerful shock wave overturned the tide of hundreds of meters of corpses.

The zombies at the center of the explosion have been gasified, and none of the mutilated corpses remained intact.

The arrogance of the vampire nobles just now was frozen on their faces.

The same is true for the necromancers, just holding up their staff like that, forgetting what they are going to do.

They stared dumbfounded at the rising flames and blown zombies.

Such power is much more terrifying than those dwarven artillery.

"How could it be so powerful!" When a vampire nobleman spoke, his tone was trembling.

Vampires have a life recovery ability that far surpasses that of humans.

But in the explosion just now, no matter how strong the life recovery might be, it would be useless, and he would be killed instantly.

No one had time to answer the vampire noble who asked the question.

The ship has already docked above the survivors.

Several figures jumped down from above.

Accompanied by the sharp wind, those figures landed in the rumbling sound.

The zombies near their landing point were blown away by the huge impact of the high-speed fall.

Some were crushed to pieces.

A golden figure caught Fisher's eyes tightly.

Glowing golden full body armor, even the head is buried in the helmet.

Holding a huge war halberd, with blue arcs swirling around it, crackling.

The fallen metal giants were very tall, more terrifying than the trolls Fisher had ever seen.

What else do the vampire nobles want to say.

It may be to speak harshly, or it may be to show your identity or win over.

The other party did not give them this chance.

The halberd in his hand slashed across, instantly cutting the rows of zombies into two pieces.

That war halberd is extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud.

The dead were cut into pieces like weeds.

The vampire nobles showed horrified expressions as they watched the terrible killing.

Some clever vampires turn around and try to escape.

But he was forced back by the companion of the golden giant.

They were equally powerful, wielding weapons of blazing arc that sliced ​​through the dead and vampires with ease.

These people showed unimaginable combat effectiveness.

Vampires, necromancers, and the dead are chopped up and killed by them.

Fisher's gaze couldn't even keep up with their speed.

In just two or three minutes, the undead army that drove them almost to despair was hacked to death.

Except for the kneeling vampire nobles and necromancers, all other enemies were killed.

Broken limbs were scattered all over the place, and there was no complete piece.

There is a vampire nobleman stupid enough to challenge the other.

But he was split open by a blow, and even the magic inscription sword in his hand was cut off.

The whole process was simple and neat, it seemed as simple as crushing an ant to death.

The last crawling zombie was trampled to the head by the golden demon god, and the battle was declared over.

Fisher stayed where he was and swallowed.

The same goes for the other soldiers, who couldn't turn their minds around, and all stood there stupidly.

They were all intimidated by the performance of those metal giants.

There were only three metal giants, but they slaughtered tens of thousands of undead.

Still in just two or three minutes.

This kind of killing efficiency is faster than mowing grass.

Just now, he was commenting on the survivors, and the blood-sucking noble knelt on the ground as if he was treating food, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Those companions who dared to resist have been hacked to death.

Killed with one blow, without even screaming.

The necromancers kneeling on the ground looked at the three metal giants as if they had seen a ghost.

When did Mortal World have such a powerful character!

In the realm of the gods, I'm afraid there will be no guy with such a ferocious combat power.

"Thank you for your help." Fisher's voice was a little trembling, but he stood up immediately and thanked the other party.

"Where are you from?" Valyrian took off his helmet, revealing that flawless face, communicating with the other party in fluent local language.

Fisher looked at Valyrian's appearance and was lost for a moment.

Compared to these nobles, the giant in front of him is more noble.

Obviously, the identity of the other party must be extraordinary.

"Midenheim," Fisher replied.

Valyrian glanced around the group of survivors, and asked tentatively, "Has it fallen? Has it been completely occupied by vampires?"

Fisher nodded.

"After Jerick, the leader of the White Wolf Knights, was transformed, many of the dead were also awakened by Earl Vlad's dark mage, and finally broke through Middenheim. There should not be many living people there. Are you going there? ?”

Varerian nodded, "We need that city, you take them and move on, the town a little further away has not been destroyed by the undead."

Fisher looked at the three metal giants, and thought of Earl Vlad's horror, and hurriedly persuaded him: "You should not go to Middenheim, Vlad is protected by a strange witchcraft, and there is no way to kill him. .If you go there, you will only lose your life in vain. Come with me and find a safe place to wait for the reinforcements from other electors. At that time, we will discuss how to deal with those monsters in the long run."

"Take care of them," Valyrian said before turning and leaving.

Fisher watched those metal giants take the vampire and necromancer away.

A flash of light erupted from them and disappeared into the air.

The roaring aircraft in the sky also accelerated and left this area.

From the arrival, the war, to the end.

The whole process only takes a few minutes, which is amazingly fast.

When the aircraft disappeared into the sky, Fisher and the others felt like they had a dream, which was unreal.

If it weren't for the remains of corpses scattered beside him, I'm afraid he couldn't believe that what happened just now really happened.

"Who are they?" A soldier came up and asked.

"I don't know either." Fisher shook his head, "However, I have a feeling that our turning point may have come. They may really be able to regain Middenheim."

"There are only three of them, how could they be able to fight against Vlad? That guy is immortal." The soldier next to him questioned.

Fisher looked in the direction of Middenheim, gritted his teeth, and looked at the veteran next to him, "You are responsible for taking them to the next town, I will return to Middenheim to have a look, if they regain there, we can also take the first place." Know the news in a short time."

"Will that be too dangerous?"

"No, I am safer alone, and I can escape in time when I encounter those dead."

After explaining those things, Fisher got on his horse and prepared to return to Middenheim to take a look.

Few people know Vlad's true origin.

Vlad has been active in this world when the first and most powerful necromancer, the master of all undead, the most powerful human mage ever, the **** of death, Nagash, rose up.

In ancient times, there were several ancient kingdoms with a long history.

Vlad was a nobleman of a powerful kingdom called Laenia at that time.

At that time, Nagash learned dark magic by virtue of his amazing talent, and created an elixir of life that could live forever.

With the help of the elixir of life, in exchange for the support of the nobles, he seized the throne of his brother and created the nine volumes of Nagash.

The Nine Volumes of Nagash is the supreme classic of the undead system, which records various powerful undead spells, and is also a powerful magic weapon.

Being eager to rule the world, Nagash used undead spells to launch wars against other city-states, and finally defeated the united countries and was forced to flee.

In order to cover Nagash's escape, his loyal subordinate Akhan was severely injured by the coalition forces and was secretly taken away by the king of the Kingdom of Lenia to study the secret of eternal life.

Lenia's queen, Neferata, also yearns for immortality, and secretly contacts Akhan.

Neferata is a beautiful woman of the generation, and Akhan fell directly. Not only did he hand over the life elixir, but he also taught the undead spells with his own hands.

After going back and forth, the two of them lit up a fire, and finally burned a green hat for the king of Lenia.

The furious King Lenia poisoned Neferata, and Akhan tried every means to resurrect him, making him the first vampire.

Later, Akhan killed King Lainia, and he was killed by the king's men.

Nevrata, whose husband and lover both died, took control of the kingdom with the elixir of life, and transformed those cronies into vampires.

Vlad is one of them.

After the Kingdom of Lenia was destroyed, Nirad and other vampires fled to Nagash's territory and joined the opponent's camp.

During this period, Vlad acquired his most important artifact.

A ring that can be resurrected infinitely.

Vlad quickly discovered the problem.

The ring of Nagash is a tool used to enslave vampires.

In order to get rid of the opponent's control, he chose to live in seclusion after Nagash was backstabbed by the Ratman, trying to find a way to remove the negative effect of the ring and retain the infinite resurrection function.

After succeeding, he changed his name again and wandered around the world, learning more dark magic.

His journey ended in Sylvania.

Vlad married his wife Isabella there.

Inherited the title and territory of the old earl.

secretly transformed the nobles of Sylvania province into vampires, and eliminated those opponents who were unwilling to be loyal to him.

When the time was right, he launched dark magic to wake up the dead, trying to seize greater power.

Vlad stood on the tallest building in Middenheim, admiring his great masterpiece.

The former leader of the White Wolf Knights - Jerrick stood beside him.

Except for those who serve the vampires and the living who are still valuable, the other living people in the whole city are dead.

Vlad mercifully let the Elector of Middenheim go.

The other party knelt in front of him like a dog, begging for the right to live.

This scene made him feel very good.

Standing on a high place, Vlad narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the breeze blowing.

What a pleasure.

that power.

Supreme power.

Look down on all beings and control their destiny.

Vlad raised his Wailing Sword, an eerie light wrapped around it.

He chanted an ancient, evil spell.

A strong wind blew up in the sky, and black clouds covered everything, making the whole city gloomy.

Powerful dark magic spewed out from his body.

Lightning danced on the tip of his sword.

Soon, there was also a winding lightning in the sky, crawling like a snake.

Lightning and thunder, countless dead howled.

The earth shook.

Vlad's spell also reached its climax, his voice was sharp and piercing like a scream.

He draws power from nature and everything that grows around him, transforms it into his own magic, and infuses it into that terrible strange rune.

The evil blade of the Howling Sword made the screams of the dead, releasing a strong evil breath.

After the runes lit up one by one, Vlad plunged the Wailing Sword into the ground.

The weird light centered on him and spread out in all directions.

"Resuscitation," he yelled.

Flowers withered, trees withered.

They were deprived of their vitality to support Vlad's dark magic.

The dead of Middenheim staggered to their feet, the ground trembling at the loathsome touch of the undead.

The dead crawled out of the grave one after another.

Gathered together, forming an endless army of undead.

"The whole world will be in my hands." Vlad stretched out a hand and said intoxicatedly, "I will use this legion to control the whole world."

Jerrick looked at the countless undead and nodded.

Who can resist such a powerful legion? ?

Vlad's wife Isabella also smiled, and her blood-stained fangs added a lot to her beauty.

Vlad's men try to flatter their lord.

A skyfire falling from the sky made their compliments stuck in their throats.

A flame hundreds of meters high soared into the sky, illuminating the dark sky.

The whole world shook.

The building was shattered in that terrible shock wave.

Vlad and his subordinates were blown away by the shock wave and fell heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for the strong vitality of the vampire, he might have died tragically on the spot.

Vlad got up and looked at his tattered clothes, the corners of which had been scorched.

There was confusion in the eyes of the vampire count.

who I am?

I was there?

What should I do? ?

After a while, he came back to his senses.

He climbed to a tower that had been turned into ruins, and saw the current situation of Middenheim.

The scene in front of him made him unable to think of that glorious human city.

The entire city has been destroyed.

Fires were burning everywhere, billowing smoke.

His innumerable army of undead, struggling in the sea of ​​fire, was burned to coke and ashes.

The ambition to conquer the world had just sprouted, but it was ruthlessly pinched off like this.

Which **** unleashed the wrath of God on Middenheim? ?

Vlad stood on the ruins, looking at Middenheim in flames, the expression on his face changed several times.

Just now, he was ready to seize the entire empire and accomplish his great cause.

Now his legion has been completely reduced to coke and fly ash by the explosion and flames.

In just a few minutes, Vlad experienced heaven and hell.

Vlad felt like fate was playing a joke on him.

When he was most proud, he erased everything about him in an instant.

Vlad raised the Wailing Sword in his hand and looked towards the sky.

Can turn a city into ruins, who else can do it except those gods in the highest sky!

He just wanted to swear that he would spend the rest of his life taking revenge on the **** who fooled him.

But accidentally saw those metal creations flying down from the sky.

Perhaps the destruction of Middenheim had other secrets behind it.

It is not the gods who do this, but those metal creations.

Jerrick, Isabella climbed out of the ruins and walked to Vlad's side.

They were also in a terrible state, and their clothes had been scorched in many places.

"What happened?" Vlad's wife - Isabella asked.

"I don't know." Vlad stared at the metal creations in the sky, they came quickly, and finally stopped over Middenheim.

His strong sense of danger tells him that the comer is not good.

Before he could make a decision on whether to evacuate or deal with the opponent, dozens of flashes lit up.

A warrior wearing heavy armor came out of it, holding a huge sword.

A hammer held by one of the warriors.

That look made Vlad's eyelids twitch.

That hammerhead was bigger than his head.

If you were knocked on the head, you might not be able to find a complete piece.

Vlad looked around, and finally set his sights on the leading warrior in golden armor holding a halberd.

"You are" the vampire count - Vlad said, wanting to ask who the other party is.

Before the question was finished, the soldier in the golden armor rushed forward.

There is no intention of talking to the earl.

After all, Vlad has been fighting for many years, and he saw the opponent's body move.

He just wanted to pick up his Wailing Sword to resist the opponent's attack.

Before Vlad raised his sword, he felt as if he was flying.

The sky was still spinning, and I even saw my lower body standing in the ruins.

The opponent's speed was so fast that Vlad couldn't react at all, and was cut in half directly.

Vampires such as Jerick and Isabella screamed.

Varerian spun, pierced the other end of the vampire, and directly crushed it using the power field.

Other Primordial Warriors also rushed up, using the power swords in their hands, to chop those vampires to the ground.

Before Isabella could react, her arm was chopped off.

She screamed in pain.

The other party showed no mercy, and punched her in the abdomen, making her scream stuck in her throat.

Isabella's face turned from pale to bluish red, even a vampire can feel pain.

The beautiful vampire fell to the ground and arched his body.

Jerrick was pushed to the ground, and with a bang, the bricks on the ground shattered.

The whole head is embedded in it.

Other vampires end up either being killed or captured.

The von Carstein vampire family that captured Middenheim was controlled by Valyrian and his party.

These vampires have an advantage over ordinary people.

But in front of the Primordial Warriors and the Forbidden Army, they are nothing.

Taking Middenheim took the most time not fighting, but traveling.

Valyrian is not thrilled that he has captured Middenheim.

He even doubted what he was doing!

As the most outstanding creation of the Emperor, he fought against a group of ignorant guys in a world with only medieval technology.

If such a thing is reported back to the Wanfu Group, it will inevitably be ridiculed by several colleagues who can chat.

"The conditions in Middenheim are very good, and our outpost should be established here." Valyrian issued a new order for the mechanical priests to establish an empire base in the ruins of Middenheim.

He had to speed up, in order to complete the exploration mission required by the empire, and also in order to be able to go to the east to check the fragments of the emperor.

The empire has special confinement techniques for witchcraft, psionics, magic and other unnatural creatures.

Vampires are created by Nagash's necromancy spells and life elixirs.

are unnatural creatures.

Just enough to use the special prison of the empire.

"Who are you?" Isabella screamed as she was thrown into prison.

She had a hard time accepting what happened.

Just now, she was the vampire countess who made human civilized society fearful.

Now, she is a sad prisoner with a missing arm.

So abrupt, there is no foreshadowing and cushioning.

No one answered Isabella's question.

Those metal giants in helmets, don't care about them.

The dead Vlad was also thrown into the cage, as if they knew the count's resurrection ability.

Besides them, there are several vampires and necromancers in the place of detention.

Isabella tried to find out the identity of the enemy.

However, the unlucky ones who were captured before them were not clear.

Those people just asked about their identities and the situation of Middenheim, and then ignored them.

They don't know where those steel warriors came from, and why they would intervene in this war again!

Unable to find an answer, Isabella could only stare at Vlad's remnant body, praying for her husband to be resurrected soon.

Udi was shocked by what he saw.

So much so that in the next few days, he was out of his mind.

The shock brought to him by those steel warriors was too amazing.

The powerful undead army turned into fly ash within a few breaths.

Earl Vlad, who made other electors despair, became their prisoner.

The terrible vampire crisis was easily resolved.

It makes people feel like they are dreaming.

Udi got a task, which is to recruit those ordinary people and let them come to Middenheim.

Maybe that's why those metal warriors were willing to take him.

There have to be enough ordinary people busy with these little things.

The Elector of Middenheim was lucky to survive.

Of course, he is no longer the Elector, nor the ruler of Middenland.

Witnessing the whole of Middenheim being reduced to ruins, and seeing the innumerable army of undead being wiped out with one blow, the Elector wisely chose to become an ordinary person.

That way at least I can survive.

Fisher found a few horses lost during the previous retreat on the way, and rushed to Middenheim day and night.

When the majestic fortress of Middenheim came into view, the overwhelming undead army had disappeared.

The magnificent towers and fortresses have also been reduced to charred ruins.

It's hard to imagine what kind of battle it took to create this appearance.

The blasphemous blood emblem banner belonging to Earl Vlad has also disappeared, replaced by the golden double-headed eagle banner.

It's the same as the emblems etched on the armor of those flying vehicles and those Iron Giants that Fisher saw on the way.

For this result, Fisher has a sense of expectation.

Those Iron Giants were amazing.

They don't look like beings from the Mortal Realm at all, but rather like killing demon gods who came out of mythology.

Retaking Middenheim from the vampires might not be too much trouble for them.

Fisher rode close to Middenheim, further feeling the devastation caused by that battle.

Midenheim’s city walls collapsed in several sections, most of the buildings inside were destroyed, and there were charred corpses of the undead everywhere.

The city is looking for someone to clean up and rebuild.

Fisher felt that maybe he should bring those survivors back.

They belong here.

There is a rest stop somewhere in the different universe tunnel.

【Scarlet-level alert, the rest stop has been blocked, and all employees are not allowed to enter without permission. 】

【Scarlet-level alert, the rest stop has been blocked, and all employees are not allowed to enter without permission. 】

【Scarlet-level alert, the rest stop has been blocked, and all employees are not allowed to enter without permission. 】

The loud and harsh siren sounded.

The sound of mechanical pistons kept ringing, the alloy door carved with complicated runes and electromagnetic lines fell, and the sizzle sound of the force field starting.

The central control system closed different areas in turn to isolate employees in order to reduce casualties.

Only half an hour later, accompanied by the powerful roar of the engine.

White jump motorcycles galloped from the tunnel.

Their speed is beyond imagination.

With the help of space dimension, force field traction and many other technologies, these jet motorcycles are no longer simply flying, but continuous and instantaneous transitions.

This is a huge burden for the driver, and only those elite fighters who have been carefully selected can control this kind of motorcycle.

The motorcycles were parked outside the rest stop that triggered the scarlet alert.

The sound of bolters being pulled and arcane weapons being activated continued.

They are the emergency team tasked with resolving unusual situations.

Chagatai jumped off his enlarged version of the jump motorcycle and stared at the rest stop in front of him.

'"Call out all the monitoring data to see what kind of demon it is." Chagatai said.

"My lord, it may not be a demon." The subordinate whispered: "It seems to be a strange object in the depths of the subspace. The relevant construction personnel did not dispose of it according to the containment procedures, and brought it back to the rest station, which triggered a scarlet-level alarm."

"Transfer related videos to my personal database." Chagatai said, "Build a data model and analyze the characteristics of the other party's rules."

ps: There is another chapter tonight, the number of words is variable.

(end of this chapter)