My troops evolve infinitely

Everyone present had experienced the last great disaster, when the Taixuan Alliance had not yet been established.

However, they have seen a force as powerful as the current Taixuan Alliance fall apart in a disaster.

"The collapse of the Wanxiang Empire is closely related to their initial misjudgment, which directly destroyed half of the country's high-end combat power."

"However, this also means that the catastrophe is extremely terrifying."

"Has the Holy Griffin Empire made any response? This is a catastrophe for all of humanity."

"Hmph!" the white-bearded old man snorted. "This is a catastrophe for all of humanity, but not for their Holy Griffin Empire. Of us humans, the realm of living beings, only the Griffin Empire doesn't border the Red Mist Land, so why would they be so anxious? They probably even hope that we'll suffer heavy losses in the catastrophe and be unable to threaten their dominance. If it weren't for the international impact, the Griffin Empire might have simply stood by and watched."

"In short, continue monitoring. Once the catastrophe strikes, we must prepare immediately."

"Should we transfer as many people as possible to the Taixuan Realm? If we only defend one large realm, perhaps our chances of success will be much higher."

"...No, we can't be sure of the direction of the disaster's spread. Taixuan Territory may not be the safest place. We have done everything we can. The rest will be left to time and the young people."

……

Broken Islands.

Nameless Black Mountain.

The Skeleton commands a legion of undead troops stationed here.

It sat in silence, eyes closed, its entire body connected to the Black Mountain. Though it was a spirit of the dead, it breathed, and the entire Black Mountain breathed with it, as if the mountain itself had come alive, just as it had transformed when eroded by the red mist, but now it was doing something else.

"The Calamity of the Undead."

"The more death is spread, the stronger the undead scourge becomes. The stronger the undead army, the further it can spread death."

"This is also a concept. Death, there is life after death, this is a constant principle."

Put it here.

The undead army kills monsters, this is death.

The undead army uses the corpses of monsters as their bodies to transform into new undead, which is rebirth.

Death and rebirth are the paths it is taking at this moment.

Wang Gu knew very well that this path was the right one; it was based on its intuition, experience, and judgment.

If you take the right path, progress will not be slow.

But the right path is only the right one. Besides the path, it also requires a sword to cut through the thorns and brambles.

How to integrate conceptual power into its own combat system and make it work perfectly is the difficult problem it is pondering.

The Death's Lament Greatsword appeared in its hand.

It slashed out with its sword, and the inconspicuous sword light carried the meaning of instant death.

This is the concept of death.

As small as a blade of grass, as big as a person, a mountain, a river, or a sun.

It can bring about the ultimate, eternal death of all living and non-living things.

but,

"How crude!"

"The true meaning of death shouldn't be just this, there's also birth."

It was not satisfied, but it knew there was no point in being impatient.

Its conceptual power is constantly growing, and its scope is constantly changing. It is extremely difficult to create a perfect set of tactics based on this.

"It's time to go back."

"This island is filled with destruction and death. It's a nice place, but not as good as the Realm of the Dead."

It thought, and suddenly looked into the distance.

A very strong individual, imbued with the power of death, appeared under the dark night.

The visitor had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

He was dressed in black.

The black armor and black warhorse blend into the night but are more eye-catching than anything else under the cover of night.

Like a scorching sun.

With burning eyes.

"Is this the king I'm looking for?"

The Black Knight looked towards the top of the mountain.

A figure that seemed inconspicuous but still caught his eye at first sight.

The Death Knight paused for a moment, then pulled the reins. The Nightmare Steed, which had been slowly advancing, suddenly neighed. The next moment, space seemed to ripple as the Knight, riding the Nightmare Steed, crossed dozens of miles and arrived within the Nameless Black Mountain.

The deadly Black Mountain immediately began to boil, and the dead souls woke up from their slumber. The power of death that had been dormant in this place surged upward like a surging river.

Three Lords of the Meat Mountain blocked the knight's way with a bang.

The leader, the Lord of the Meat Mountain, was already wise enough to speak. "Stranger, just leave now. No one will get hurt."

On the more than ten-meter-tall body made up of countless pieces of flesh, the huge eyes were fixed on the figure walking at low altitude not far away.

The Death Knight did not respond.

His gaze was not on these Lords of the Meat Mountain.

He simply swung his sword, its light dim, as intimidating as a breath from an ordinary person. Yet, this faint ray of light easily sliced ​​through the black energy torrent, the shadowy shields that overlapped the flesh mountain, and the incredibly solid, shattered flesh.

The lower bodies of the three Lords of the Meat Mountain were all chopped into pieces and could not be restored.

Only the bloated upper bodies of the flesh mountains were left, rolling down from the hillside.

Meat Mountain No. 1, the Lord of Meat Mountain named 'Big Fatty' couldn't hold on any longer. How could he be killed in one second?

Boss, save me... Ugh.

"Brothers fuck him!"

A frost dragon swooped down from the mountain top; a shadow dragon leaped out of the darkness; a vampire marquis licked the blade in the shadows, his scarlet eyes slowly lighting up.

The Death Knight looked around, and there seemed to be a smile on his skeletal face.

"I really miss it."

he whispered.

Once again, the reins were pulled, the warhorse neighed, and an invisible field spread out, covering the four directions of the world, enveloping the entire Black Mountain and the surrounding area of ​​dozens of miles.

Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down.

The Lord of Flesh Mountain, Shadow Dragon, Vampire Marquis... every high-ranking undead felt as if they were in a dream, their consciousness seemingly fading. They had clearly surrounded the black knight, yet it seemed as if they were still tens of millions of meters away.

Black Mountain, the undead, the heaven and earth, the world, were all stripped away.

Only two figures were left.

The black knight who holds the power of heaven and earth, and the king who stands on the top of the Black Mountain.

'It's the power of concepts.'

"When we first dealt with the Lord of Meat Mountain, we used the concept of severing. So, even though the sword light only contained very weak power, it still cut through everything. But this time..."

It's fear.

The power of the nightmare field involves many aspects.

Interfering with space and interfering with spirit.

The power of the concept of fear makes this already extremely strong force even more unstoppable.

Even the undead, which theoretically would not be afraid, would still be afraid under the power of concepts.

The Undead's resistance to conceptual power was no greater than that of other Undead. It was simply that the conceptual power of fear could not be fully and directly exerted through the nightmare field.

And it has mental resistance.

"A spirit of the undead in the realm of law."

The dead bones whisper.

The only option now is to fight.

It held high the lament of death, and tens, hundreds, and thousands of black clouds of smoke continued to float out from the black sword, causing the breath of death in the entire Black Mountain area to surge a thousand times in an instant.

"Command!"

The more undead there are under the control of the skeleton, the stronger its own power will be.

Similarly, under its command, the undead can exert greater power.

High-ranking undead creatures such as the Frost Dragon, Shadow Dragon, and Lord of Meat Mountain roared.

The body of the Lord of Flesh Mountain, which was injured by concepts, healed silently.

"Military Spirit!"

The shadow of the military soul suddenly appeared.

It is a towering peak covered with bones, with a giant sword stuck upside down on the top, like a sword of gods and demons connecting heaven and earth.

The military spirit is buzzing and the breath of disaster is everywhere.

The undead, as if one, broke free from the influence of the nightmare field and roared as they pounced on the Death Knight.

In the Black Mountain.

The knights rode their warhorses, resisting the powerful attacks from all directions.

Very strong.

These undead not only cooperated with each other tacitly, but also accumulated the strength of dozens or hundreds of elite soldiers to launch an attack in an instant.

He didn't dare ignore it.

After all, his body is not much stronger than the legends in the Heaven and Earth Realm and the Soul Realm.

Moreover, these attacks are mixed with traces and strands of terrifying power that cannot be ignored.