Restarting the myth.

Chapter 500 Whose general is this, so brave?
Rumble————

In the battlefield of the underworld, undead creatures like a natural disaster gathered from all directions, with dots of light flickering in their eyes. Looking down from the sky, a long river of fireflies stirred up waves in the sea of ​​fog, injecting a sense of solemnity into the cold silence.

Sukla stood among a row of death banshees. He was two meters tall, the shortest in the audience, and stood like a minion.

There were thirty or forty death banshees, all wearing tattered gray robes, and they were at least two meters and five centimeters tall with long legs. When Sukla blended in among them, he looked as if he was malnourished.

Not only is he malnourished in appearance, but he is also malnourished in strength.

The other death banshees' summons are domineering in appearance and numerous in number. Picking any giant skeleton beast can summon thousands of skeleton soldiers.

Wherever the troops go, they are mighty and powerful.

The only creature Sukla summoned was Wayne disguised as a skeleton soldier, who was thin and small, holding a tattered double-edged sword, and looked as malnourished as his master.

Although this skeleton soldier only looks skinny, he is actually more well-nourished than anyone else, but...

Come on, you look really weak!

Sukla was full of complaints, and he noticed that the death banshees looked at him with three parts sympathy, three parts contempt, and four parts disbelief, and he fell into extreme dissatisfaction.

Wayne could have become stronger and more domineering, or he could have made her of average height, but he had to pretend to be malnourished. Now, any witch has bigger breasts and legs than her.

Bah, she meant that any witch could stand up and look down on her.

It's on purpose!
Sukla glared at Wayne, who had stuck his large tetanus sword with a curled edge and a broken blade into the ground. He concentrated on studying his horn helmet, with white light flickering in his eye sockets, and he looked very serious and thoughtful.

I don’t know what he was thinking of, but the silly skeleton soldier put his helmet on the ground, drew out his big sword and started clanging it.

He seemed very dissatisfied with the two horns on his helmet.

Asshole, stop fiddling with that broken cow helmet of yours. It makes me angry just looking at it.

Wayne plays a role and loves it, but Shukla doesn't. When she got the Joker script, she couldn't fall in love with it at all.

I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, as if a thorn was in my back, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

The Death Banshee is like this. The summoned undead creature only needs to devote itself to the battlefield, obey orders, and complete the mission of cannon fodder. The Death Banshee who controls the summoned creature has a lot to consider.

For example, height, measurements, and length of the staff.

The surging undead army completed its reorganization. A three-meter-tall death banshee descended from the sky, waving her grey wings. After landing, she folded her wings into her grey robe and looked at her own kind with a pair of blue eyes.

Omiros.

The leader of this team of death banshees, who was also the commander of this battle, issued a conscription order and summoned all of her kind nearby.

"My fellow comrades, you are all elites among the banshees, and each of you commands a vast army..."

Omiros glanced at his kind and found the malnourished Sukla. He was silent for a moment and continued, "The great goddess of death has fallen into a deep sleep. Rebels are rioting everywhere. Our master, the executor Winter Wing, is overwhelmed by it. He is guarding the goddess and cannot quell the rebellion himself..."

Jingle bell!
"Now is the time for us to fight for our beliefs, take up the weapons in your hands..."

Jingle bell!
"Everyone, the Underworld is facing an unprecedented crisis. Although the Underworld is huge, we have the goddess behind us. We have no way to retreat!"

Jingle bells jingle bells!
Omiros was carrying out the final mobilization before the war. At the end, he could no longer bear it and glared at Sukla and said, "Can you ask your skeleton soldier to stop? If he doesn't like his helmet, he can just get a new one."

The corner of Sukla's mouth twitched, and he said weakly: "Commander, he is actually very strong, but he just doesn't look very smart."

Jingle bell!
"Like master, like summoned creature. I didn't believe this before, but now I admit my mistake."

Omiros sighed deeply, picked up the scepter in his hand, and pointed at Sukla in the air: "I will assign a team of summons to you. There is a bone dragon that moves very fast and is very useful. Be careful on the battlefield."

Omiros was happy that Shukla could come, but Omiros didn't like Shukla's malnourished strength.

Considering her younger generation's devout faith, she decided to lend a hand to prevent Shukla from dying in confusion on the battlefield.

The Death Banshee is a creature from the underworld. Her corpse was contaminated by the inherent laws of the underworld and she was born after the corpse turned into a corpse. She has no breath, no heartbeat, and her whole body is as cold as ice.

Most of the lives in the underworld were born like the Banshee of Death. They believed in their creator, the Goddess of Death, and regarded her as the only truth in the world. They were born because of her and were willing to die because of her.

The number of undead beings in the underworld is huge, and there are many races. Except for a limited number of lucky ones, 99% of the undead beings have never even seen the goddess.

Their souls long to be in close contact with the goddess, preferably following her around. When they are unable to chase after her, they all turn to the goddess' agents, the three subordinate gods.

Observer: Doom Spider Grieu

Judge: Soul-eating Crow Sene
Executor: Sizonn the Winterwing

Omiros follows Sizoun the Wing of Winter. The Death Banshee is a corpse, and Sizoun is a corpse dragon. They are both in the class Undead and the order Zombi, so they can be considered as one of the family.

Leadership is leadership, and belief is belief.

Omiros followed Sizonn and his faith in the goddess of death remained unchanged. Upon learning that the goddess was asleep, Griu and Sene, who had rebelled against the gods, decisively joined the army established by Sizonn to quell the rebellion.

In the updated version, the Underworld was divided into three parts. The three subordinate gods accused each other, and each raised the banner of justice in support of death, vowing to kill all the rebels.

There are many undead creatures as loyal as Omiros, who fight for their beliefs and will never retreat even if the fire of their souls is extinguished.

However, today's battle is slightly different from the previous ones. She is here to suppress bandits.

A group of local armed forces made a fortune from the national disaster of the Underworld, occupied the mountains and became kings, and supported a new leader other than the Three Obedience Gods.

The new leader is named Ronye, ​​a Death Knight from the human world. He captured the Lost Prison and gathered a group of vicious bandits to cause chaos everywhere. He announced to the outside world that the three gods were rebelling and that the goddess did not fall asleep on her own initiative, but was killed by the three gods joining forces.

According to gossip, Ronye once called himself the "Son of the Goddess" and was as powerful as a subordinate god.

Omiros did not believe a word of these lies. The three subordinate gods were personally selected by the goddess of death, and their loyalty was self-evident. Even if one of the subordinate gods participated in the rebellion, it was impossible for all three to participate.

It's too outrageous and you can tell it's fake the moment you hear it.

After the Lost Prison was captured, Ronye led this group of criminals to burn, kill and loot everywhere. Their crimes were too numerous to list and they were defined as bandits by the three subordinate gods at the same time. The three parties also jointly encircled and suppressed them many times.

All failed.

Ronye is very powerful. Without the powerful strength from the god level, it would be useless to fight him.

Qieronie was a cunning man with many schemes. Every time he faced a large army encirclement and suppression, he would break up his forces into small units, fighting and retreating, never engaging in a head-on battle.

The most terrifying thing is that Rone is extremely good at bewitching people. Once the three subordinates of God fell into his hands, their temperaments changed drastically within two days. They shouted about faith and loyalty and joined Rone's bandit army to burn, kill and loot everywhere.

The snowball is getting bigger and bigger, with a tendency to sweep across the entire underworld.

Omiros received reliable information that there is a bandit army affiliated with Rone nearby that is secretly expanding its power and must be eradicated as soon as possible. Once the situation becomes serious, the surrounding undead creatures will have difficulty in living.

This was the information Sukla had inquired about. With the help of Wayne to shape her body, she was of the same species as the death banshees born in the underworld. Omiros, who had just crossed the threshold of demigod, could not recognize her and really thought she was a malnourished fellow.

Omiros took great care of his own people, assigning them an army of summons and asking Sukla to be careful when he went to the battlefield.

You don't need to be rewarded for killing the enemy, just don't be a drag.

Besides the fact that she couldn't rebel against Wayne, there was another crucial reason why Sukla was willing to stay. She was particularly concerned about the name of the rebel leader here.

Jingle bell!
"..."xN
A group of death banshees glared at Sukla, especially Omiros, with dissatisfaction written all over her face.

I know you are malnourished and unable to summon an army. All you have under your command are a bunch of stupid skeletons and that damn horned helmet.

Now that you have been given an army, why don't you cancel the summons of the skeleton soldiers? Ding ding dong, do you think you are humorous?
Sukla was speechless. He opened his mouth to explain something, but Omiros waved his hand and moved him to the rear of the army.

Boom! !

The army set out and split into several groups. Under the command of Omiros, the death banshees led a group and surrounded the valley where the bandit army was from all directions.

There is no leniency, only total annihilation.

Sukla rode a bone-winged flying dragon, suspended in the air and following behind the large army.

The five-meter-long flying dragon has smooth lines, but it is definitely skinny, light and agile, and highly maneuverable, very similar to the flying dragon that Delain rides.

Sukla looked down at Wayne and couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw the silly skeleton holding the horned helmet in his arms and studying it repeatedly.

Damn bull helmet, could you please put it down!
"Wayne, I just got some news about Ronie and the name of the local bandit leader. Her name is Lisa, and she used to be a lady-in-waiting of the Eternal Palace."

Sukla thought and transmitted: "I know Lisa. She was the Death Saint before me and also my teacher."

"There is such a thing?!"

The Minotaur Certificate in Wayne's hand immediately lost its appeal. He put on his helmet and replied, "Sukla, is your teacher pretty? Is she married? Isn't she a nobody like you?"

This question is pure nonsense. The saint represents the goddess walking on the earth. The selection is extremely strict. The saints of several churches have always been good-looking.

An outstanding representative is Anastasia, Wayne's white moonlight, who is beautiful and kind-hearted, and whose moral qualities crush the dark goddess.

As for marriage...

Sukla was too lazy to complain and continued to transmit his voice: "The Eternal Palace has a total of twelve female officials. They are the goddess's attendants, and they are served by saints who have entered the Kingdom of God. It is not full yet, I guess..."

"What? Your teacher has a teacher, and even a teacher's teacher's teacher?"

Wayne was no longer sleepy and exclaimed, "I don't know what's going on, Sukla, you look so beautiful today!"

Asshole, this is the underworld, not Lundan, don't bring your upper-class aristocratic manners here.

Sukla looked down on Wayne and said angrily, "If you interrupt again, I won't say anything."

"Then go on, and continue when your mouth is free."

"..."

Sukla was speechless. He took a step back and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. However, since he had no choice, he could only choose to endure it.

She transmitted her voice: "I guess after the goddess fell asleep, the ladies were imprisoned in the Lost Prison. They are the goddess' most loyal disciples and will never betray her. After Ronye rescued them..."

Sukla shared his analysis and added, "Risa is my teacher, Ronye's companion, and one of us. Remember to stop when you are ahead, and don't tease her accidentally."

Sukla was not worried that Wayne would hurt Lisa. Wayne was just an inhuman being, not a beast. But because he was not a human being, he would definitely be very angry.

"I understand. When a woman says no, she means she wants it. Your teacher used to treat you very badly, and you want to use me to teach her a lesson." Wayne patted his chest, willing to help Sukla vent his anger.

Asshole, you obviously already understand!

"Since the person on the other side is your teacher and one of our own, there's no need for us to act. I'll finish this off later and find Ronye through your teacher, Lisa."

Wayne raised his eyebrows. As long as he could find Ronye and lure him into a trap with one trick, the three gods would be within his grasp.

If everything goes well, we can quickly pass the Underworld dungeon and meet the Goddess of Death tomorrow.

Wayne could go find the three subordinate gods by himself, but he was a newcomer and a simple outsider. He didn't know the specific strength of the three subordinate gods in the underworld. He felt unsafe without a teammate to protect him.

It was different with Ronye around. The former Death Knight had full moral qualities, and his shining humanity deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. He didn't need to step back, as his teammates would protect him in front of him.

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"Wayne! Wayne..."

Sukla used his mind to wake up the overjoyed Wayne and made his plea: "Omiros is a good man, and so are these death banshees. They are all devout disciples of the goddess, and they made mistakes because they were bewitched by Xizoun. If possible, can you be gentler?"

As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his gray robe.

Wayne: (_)
Sister, you are a corpse now. Normal people don't have this kind of XP. Also, why do you think I will listen to you if you show your thighs? Who gave you this illusion?
Delaine, that's too bad.

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The gray fog of death lingered in the sky, and the rolling clouds covered the sky and the sun, like a giant hand slowly pressing down, injecting endless power into the undead creatures on the battlefield.

Adding buffs to both sides is equivalent to having no buffs on both sides.

The battle had already begun, and Sukla was at the rear of the battlefield, where thousands of skeletons were fighting, covering a huge area, and it was impossible to see what was happening on the other side of the battlefield.

All you see are giant beasts charging around, death banshees casting faith magic from high in the sky, and large eagle skeletons falling to the ground like dumplings.

As the number one cannon fodder in the field, numerous skeleton soldiers were arranged in dense arrays, charging forward with cold bone blades in their hands.

There is no fear, no pain, and no retreat.

In the center of the battlefield, the skeletons of two giant dragon-like beasts collided with each other, and they wrestled from the sky to the ground, and then rolled from the ground to the sky. The hurricane they created stirred up the raging sea of ​​fog.

The terrifying destructive power is such that with just a flap of its wings or a sweep of its tail, large groups of skeleton soldiers can fly high into the sky.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there's a real fire over there." Sukla urged hurriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm the best at resolving fights. I'm a professional."

Wayne adjusted the bull's helmet, let the broken sword with the notched and curled edge fall to the ground, and he leaned forward and charged, disappearing in front of Sukla.

boom!
The strong wind rushed forward, and the cyclone that arrived a step late exploded with a terrifying sound effect. The white fog suddenly retreated in all directions, and a thunderclap resounded over the battlefield.

Omiros was standing high in the sky, commanding the entire army to fight. Hearing the sound of thunder from the rear, he mistakenly thought that he was ambushed and quickly turned around to look.

What caught the eye was a vortex of death that rushed into the center of the battlefield like a spiral drill, with twisted gray tentacles dancing and knocking away all obstructing objects along the way.

The skeleton soldiers scattered as soon as they touched it, the giant skeleton beasts exploded into pieces all over the ground, the sound of glass breaking was heard continuously, and the forbidden barriers standing in the center of the battlefield were pushed horizontally, layer by layer, and then shattered into pieces.

In just a few breaths, the gray drill reached the depths of the battlefield, encountered the two giant dragon skeletons that were embracing and wrestling, and accelerated and crashed into them directly.

The two dragon skeletons seemed to have sensed something and both stopped fighting and looked at the attacker at the same time.

"Roar, roar, roar————" x2
The giant dragon flapped its wings and roared. Two streams of deathly dragon breath gathered together. A thick gray torrent rushed across the earth and hit the gray drill with a rumbling sound.

With just one contact, the dragon's breath broke apart, and the spiral drill tore through the torrent and walked out safely, without any impact on its momentum.

Whose general is this, so brave!

Omiros was horrified. Looking at the direction of the drill's impact, it seemed to be the enemy's battlefield, which meant it was his own people. However, the drill was so ruthless to his own people that it was not an exaggeration to say that the drill was an undercover agent sent by the enemy.

"Who is it?"

The gray drill jumped up, and the frenzy of death dissipated, revealing a plain skeleton soldier.

He was skinny and malnourished, wearing tattered armor and weapons, and a horned helmet on his head.

Hey, isn’t this the skeleton of that silly husband?

Omiros opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he was hallucinating. The surrounding death banshees also stopped casting spells at this moment, staring at their own reinforcements in horror.

"Hohohoho——"

The two bone dragons roared up, flapped their wings and raised their heads, the dark blue flames in their eyes suddenly surged.

With a flash of white light, the two bone dragons froze in mid-air. The skeleton soldiers stomped their feet on the ground, creating a deep pit. They took advantage of the momentum to leap into the air and headed straight for the enemy line.

Behind it, the heads of two bone dragons fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the headless skeletons were shattered into pieces, like building blocks, scattered all over the ground.

The flickering blue flame in the center of the skull continued to shine, but no matter how much he roared, he could not call upon the body to respond.

The skeleton soldiers charged forward with their swords held upside down, ignoring everything in front of them and charging forward with their heads down.

It was a very ordinary sprint, nothing special about it, but the killing effect was off the charts, and the terrifying impact force smashed all blocking objects into pieces.

In just ten or so breaths, he crossed the entire battlefield and plowed a dividing line among the thousands of troops.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss——"
A series of gasps were heard at the same time, and the banshees looked at each other in silence, all of them at a loss.

Comparing the masterpiece he summoned with the skeleton soldiers who were beheading the bone dragon as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, he couldn't help but have the same question in mind.

Could it be that this is the correct direction for the training of skeleton soldiers, and they have been going astray all along?
Omiros was the most speechless. He looked at the unstoppable Minotaur, then at Sukla riding on the back of the flying dragon. His cold cheeks were slightly flushed with heat.

You should have told me it was so powerful earlier. Now you have brought shame upon yourself. Even dead bodies would blush.

After thinking about it, Sukla did say that although her skeleton soldiers are not very smart, they are actually super strong.

Omiros was silent for a moment. It was not her fault. Sukla's malnourished look was not convincing. No one would believe it.

Swish!
A white light flashed instantly, and the transparent barrier hiding the edge of the battlefield was split in two by the torrent of gray sword light.

There were seven or eight figures standing in the back, both men and women, all wearing the same grey magic robes. The figure in the lead had a slim waist and round hips, with smooth curves, and was obviously a woman.

The last line of defense was broken, and several figures suffered backlash. Their thoughts stopped for a moment, and they had a headache and were a little unsteady on their feet.

Only the woman at the front was unhindered. She faced the powerful enemy head-on without retreating a single step and immediately used her magic.

The shadow under the woman's feet stood up, infinitely enlarged and stood between heaven and earth. The figure had a hazy outline and foggy edges, appearing and disappearing, as if it had merged into the underworld.

His face was covered by a thin layer of mist, making it impossible to see his specific features. Only his eyes were flashing with a captivating light, and he could see through the life and death of all things in the cycle of reincarnation.

Goddess of Death!

The divine magic summoned the goddess's shadow to descend, and the air in the entire space suddenly solidified, and a cold and deep breath of death spread.

The temperature around continued to drop, and the breath of death seemed to have slowed down the pace of time. Everything, including thoughts, became extremely heavy and slow.

Looking down with his eyes, wherever his sight passes, it is like an insurmountable mountain pressing down, making the mind stop functioning and even simple thinking becomes extremely difficult.

The death banshees, led by Omiros, fell to the ground one after another, not daring to look directly at the goddess, and knelt down to worship her. The undead creatures that were still able to move also stopped fighting, put down their weapons, and worshiped the Lord of the Underworld who gave them life.

Sukla, riding a flying dragon, had just arrived at the center of the battlefield. When he saw the goddess's phantom, he hurriedly jumped up to salute.

Behind the woman who summoned death, seven or eight figures knelt down and saluted.

On the entire battlefield, everyone who could still move their hands and feet, except for the women, knelt down...

The skeleton soldiers are still charging!

He took a step and leaped into the air, and in front of everyone's horrified gaze, he slashed a grey sword light at the goddess's shadow.

You use your dead energy to fight the goddess of death? You dance with your sword against the god who gave you life?
What is this, looking for death?
Swish!
The curtain of sword light fell, and the shadow of death split into two sides from top to bottom. The cold eyes dimmed and disappeared, leaving the stage in the eyes of those who were caught off guard.

The goddess of death came quickly and left even faster, so quickly that everyone was stunned.

The death banshees had blank minds and didn't understand what was happening. The same was true for the seven or eight figures in the opposite camp. They suspected they were hallucinating.

After a brief moment of daze, they all suddenly realized that they must not have woken up yet and were still dreaming.

The most surprised one was Sukla. His mouth opened into an O shape and he raised his trembling hand to point at Wayne.

She had gone through life and death in the first half of her life, always avoiding the pursuit of the Church of Death. She had seen all kinds of scenes running around. The Death Knight used Shadow Nightmare to kill the Goddess of Death...

She had never seen such a scene before.

After being with Wayne for a long time, Sukla had some antibodies. He was the most shocked and the first to wake up.

She slammed the scepter to the ground, glared at Wayne's back as he fell from the sky, and roared in a voice transmission: "Asshole, I told you to stop the fight and stop the two sides from fighting, and this is how you resolve the fight?"

"hold head high."

Wayne adjusted his helmet and replied proudly: "After this process is completed, the two sides will definitely not fight each other next time. Just tell me if I am good at resolving a fight!"

Indeed, they will just join forces to kill you, and the fight will not stop until you are dead.

Sukla raised his hand to cover his mouth and wanted to cry, but his body was unable to shed tears. He had no choice but to drag Wayne to death.

She was so angry that she couldn't help but say, "Stop fiddling with your helmet. It's really infuriating!"

Wayne landed with a thud, and the strong wind caused the woman's gray robe to rustle, revealing her round shape and curves. The gray hood that covered her face was blown away by the wind, revealing her silver-gray hair and a beautiful face that looked a little demented.

The former Maiden of Death, Ryza.

Wayne looked at him carefully. They were indeed master and disciple. The hair color they inherited was exactly the same, which made him think of that old friend again.

Also, she is worthy of being the former saint, she is young and beautiful. Standing with her disciple Sukla, it doesn't feel weird for them to call themselves sisters.

Thumbs up for the magic.

Wayne took a step forward and woke up Lisa, whose mind was frozen.

When masters fight, they compare heights first.

Wayne won. He was a head taller than the other man. He opened and closed his upper and lower jaws and spoke in a throaty voice: "He's one of us. I know Ronnie. Take me to see him."

"Nonsense, you blasphemer, you betrayed your own beliefs!" Lisa glared at the skeleton soldier. This damn helmet really made her angry.

Lisa waved her hand and a gray sword appeared in her palm. It looked very similar to Shadow Nightmare and should be a slimmed-down version.

After she entered the kingdom of God, she became a demigod. Even without using divine magic and only using the field of life, she still had impressive combat power.

Snapped!
Wayne raised his hand and clasped Lisa's face. He exerted a little force with his five fingers, suppressing the demigod realm within Lisa's body so that it could not materialize into reality.

"If you don't believe me when I tell you I'm one of our own, you will be fully responsible if you get hurt later."

Crackling, roaring...

A few seconds later, the eight figures led by Lisa all fell to the ground, and the undead army they summoned either disappeared or joined the banshee's army on the spot.

Wayne tilted his head to look at Lisa who was kneeling on the ground, and thought to himself what a beautiful view. The wind just blew in the front but not in the back. He didn't expect that the former saint was still so pretty.

A wave of murderous intent was coming towards him. Wayne turned around and saw Omiros leading a large group of death banshees and commanding countless undead creatures to invade.

Seeing that Sukla was also among them, Wayne was speechless. He kindly sent a message: "Be good, don't make trouble. Even if you join them, you are still not my opponent. Come here quickly, I will take you to enjoy the delicious fruits of victory."

"Don't even think about it!"

Sukla gnashed his teeth and said viciously: "I will fight you today. No matter whether I win or lose, I will splash your blood!"

"Then you'd better think it over carefully. You'll get spanked if you lose." Wayne adjusted his horn helmet.

"Then I'll splatter your blood too!"

Shukla waved his scepter and rushed forward first, aiming directly at Wayne...'s helmet.

The more I looked at those two horns rising into the sky, the angrier I got!

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