.At the same time when the Black Dragon returned to the material plane, in the branch of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group in Syin City, senior officials of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group such as Prophet, Aclito, Scott, Svengol, and Bissegurin sat in the hall.

Outside the hall, hundreds of dwarfs surrounded the place with no water. In the secret, hundreds of undead were lurking quietly and were heavily guarded.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn. The prophet was alone. Behind him were two immortal dragons, with murderous eyes constantly scanning the field.

The prophets were Svengol, Agulito, Xing, Yue, Erin, Lasirossi, and Nana with a slight understanding of her expression.

Although Nana, who was full of natural power, did not understand the specific things very well, she still stood firmly on the side of Sister Erin and Sister Rassi. As the co-heritor of the God of Nature and the Goddess of the Moon, the power behind her was no longer afraid of.

On the other hand, Scott sat upright on the chair with an expression of no need to worry about anything, and beside him was Beather Green, Black Big, Black Two, Eleven to Eighteen, and everyone's expression was like wandering around, looking around, without any attention.

There are conflicts and disputes in places where there are people, and the same is true within the Black Dragon Mercenary Group.

Originally, due to the strength of the black dragon, these contradictions could not be expressed. However, the black dragon has been missing for more than three years. During this period, the contradictions have accumulated day and night and finally reached the verge of an outbreak. The main contradiction is the issue of concepts.

The prophet was originally a dragon clan. In his eyes, all creatures in the world are humble existences, but now they have become undead creatures. This concept is becoming more and more extreme. He believes that except for undead creatures and dragons, no other creatures in the world need to exist.

This concept is reflected in his strategic plan. There are many places where people can die, and there is no need to die. If you try to die as much as possible, you can use Svengol to describe it as inhumane.

The first person to use the plague magic was the prophet. Under the pressure of the imperial army, everyone finally agreed.

However, the prophets secretly instructed to slaughter a group of people, and finally created more than 50,000 deaths.

And those captured 200,000 emperors were thrown into the most dangerous and heavy industry. The prophet actually instructed them to eat less food, do more work, and don't wear clothes, and don't waste it. The weather in the south of the alliance will not kill people.

In less than nine months, the heavy work has exhausted the prisoners of war to death by half.

You are taking human life aside!

Svengol slapped the table and roared. Svengol always couldn't help but slap the table. You can imagine how serious the conflicts have accumulated.

There is no immortality in war. The invaders have to pay the price for the invasion. A cold light flashed in the prophet's eyes, and murderous intent appeared.

Svengol is just a great magician. Even if he is a great alchemist, he is a weak existence in the eyes of the prophet. Now he dares to point at his nose and scold him?

If they had nothing to do with each other, the prophet would have slapped this guy who dared to despise his majesty.

Invasion? Humph!

Svengol sneered: What position do you say this? The position of the alliance? The position of human beings? Everyone knows what you think. Do you need to find such a high-sounding excuse?

snort!

The prophet groaned, and did not refute, but continued: If our identity is exposed, do you think that humans will tolerate our existence? Do you think that a world full of undead creatures is more suitable for our lives?

This is not your right to decide. The Black Dragon is not here now. We respect your strength. Let you lead us for the time being. But it does not mean that you can use our strength to do whatever you want. Erin retorted on the spot.

The prophet slapped the table beside him with one hand and glared at Erin. The surging dragon power on his body suddenly burst out.

The release of this dragon power was very skillful, and no one else was affected, except Erin was pressed to the point of being weak. The boundless fear was like a thick ball of liquid, which wrapped her tightly, leaving her head blank, and no other things in front of her, leaving only the prophet's emotionsless eyes.

The strength of the two sides was too far apart. The prophet was so powerful that she could not move with just a look. The prophet's majestic voice came from Erin's ear: Ignorance little girl, when is it time to speak here?

A figure flashed, and the Death Scythe in the hands of the Black Daqi entered the ground between the Prophet and Erin. The hard bluestone paved the floor on the ground, and it was stabbed in by its blunt tail like tofu, but the bluestone had no cracks at all.

The skills of this game are obviously very clever. Hei Da, who used to only know how to use brute force, has made great progress in his skills and strength over the past three years.

After standing between the two sides, Hei Da didn't say anything, his godless eyes were placed in the empty space, standing straight like a javelin.

It's just a discussion, without any breath. Scott, who looked like he closed his eyes and rested, said slowly, without even opening his eyes. However, the undead never looked at the world with his eyes.

In this case, Erin was indeed not qualified to speak, and even Svengol, the Prophet did not think he was qualified to speak. The only ones who were qualified to speak were him, Scott, Agulito and Bisselglin.

Scott has 600 undead mages, all of which are middle and high-level, and even large magicians. Such a magic lineup is not inferior to the official magic power of the Empire or the Alliance. Moreover, he does not have a deep soul connection with the Black Dragon, and is an independent and powerful force.

What he said, the prophet dared not to give face.

He closed the dragon's strength on his body, put away the hand that patted the table, and the prophet leaned back into the chair leisurely.

However, as soon as the hand was lifted from the table, the entire table made of nanmu seemed to have weathered for thousands of years, and quickly decayed into pieces of debris and shattered into piles.

Svengol, Xing, Yue and others all looked very ugly.

They had been with these powerful beings around them for too long, and gradually ignored the strength of these people that were so powerful that they were perverted. Otherwise, Irene would not have the courage to refute the prophet's words just now.

Now that the prophet was slapped, they finally realized that this was a human-shaped dragon in front of them, a slap in the undead holy dragon who could slap them into meat pie.

Svengol looked back at the arms of Rasie Rossi, staring at Nana who was nestled in big eyes, curiously looking at the pile of debris on the ground. After a while, he mustered up the courage and said: Erin's words are also what we want to say. You cannot use our strength to satisfy your own selfish desires. Whether to exterminate human beings is not something you can make a decision.

Svengol's words were still firm, but he no longer had the aggressive momentum he had at the beginning.

There is no way, Svengol, the great magician who is known as the most opportunity to become the tenth magician, is nothing in the eyes of the group of people in the hall.

If he hadn't followed the Black Dragon for the longest time, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be qualified to sit here.

He didn't think anything was there before, but now when the prophet showed his power, he realized that if the prophet really turned against him at all costs, no one here could save him.

However, Svengol has never been a person who would rather die than surrender, otherwise he would not have given up his hope of rebirth and followed the Black Dragon.

Now he can rely on only Nana, who is in the inheritance of the two gods, and Rasiloth, who can borrow the power of the goddess Nethermoon at any time.

These two harmless women and girls really want to show their power. Even the prophets have to retreat.

The prophet glanced at Scott and Besse Green, and then slowly said: You are not qualified to make decisions if you destroy humans. At least, there are not many people who will object to this, except you.

Scott himself is a dead soul, so he naturally will not have any mercy on human beings.

Although Bisther Greene was a human for a while, he was reincarnated from an undead creature. In his heart, rebuilding the Immortal Empire was probably what he longed for the most.

Neither of them responded. And there were no people here who were qualified to object.

Of course I am not qualified to decide. But before you... could speak, the prophet interrupted his words.

Enough, just be able to have self-knowledge. Now the imperial army is at the city. This time they are led by the Church of Light, and the vanguard is their Knights of Light. They have richer experience in dealing with us undead creatures.

In this battle, we must use all our strength to defeat the Emperor and preserve the results we have achieved now.

But your plan is to make all the innocent civilians in the entire Seyn City die, and you are inhumane. With excitement, Svengol couldn't help but yell again.

The prophet's plan was very crazy. He had already set up a super-large magic circle in Siein City, which would be launched immediately when the situation was urgent, and could transform all living people in Siein City into zombies in a very short time.

This kind of magic circle was used to massacre the life races during the battle of life and death. However, the larger the magic circle, the more manpower it needs to activate. Only when Scott, the rogue clan and the prophet work together can it work.

These are transformed into living zombies, which will be driven by the vitality of living people. The more vigorous the vitality, the longer it will be able to move.

Vital force refers to the power of life. Generally, the younger the human being, the more vigorous the vitality.

These living zombies have no soul fire, no thoughts, no consciousness, and can move for a day and will constantly attack all living things and swallow the other party's flesh and blood to replenish their vitality.

Serin City is the largest, most economically developed and most populous city in the south. During peacetime, the population here is as high as one million.

Now that war is raging, many civilians who have lost their homes are coming here. With the combined 200,000 troops of the 18 southern principalities, the total population of the entire Syin City has reached 1.5 million.

If the magic circle is activated, one and a half million zombies will appear within a few hours.

The prophet had tried this magic circle before. After a healthy human male is transformed into a zombie, he will lose all his thoughts and feel no pain, because he has muscle buffers on his body and is stronger than an ordinary skeleton.

Because zombies do not have soul fire, the bonus effect of sacred magic on them is not obvious. A Holy Light Technique can disperse an ordinary skeleton and hit the zombies, which will burn their skin at most.

If more than one million zombies rushed to the battlefield, a huge number could immediately flood the empire's army.

You seem to have forgotten my identity. Human nature never belongs to me, and you don’t need human nature now.

The prophet used to be a giant dragon, but now it is an immortal dragon, and has never had human nature.

For him, a humble creature like humans is best if they completely disappear.

And this is just the last resort. If we can directly repel the Empire's attack, there is no need to use this magic circle.

Svengol sneered in his heart. He didn't believe in the prophet's nonsense. Even if he repelled the attack from the empire, the prophet would not remove this magic circle. When his strength was so strong that he was not worried about revealing his identity, the magic circle would eventually be used.

But now, the Prophet has said that it is the last resort and may not necessarily use it, so Svengol cannot refute him from this aspect.

After thinking about it, Svengol said: Are you not afraid that if you do such a thing, you will make us public enemies? Now some people have begun to doubt our true identity.

Scott, the two prophets can change the size and conceal all the breath of death, but others can't do it, even Agulito can't do it.

Therefore, these people are all except trying not to appear in front of the strong, or with a natural heart to cover up their breath.

When Hei Da, Hei Er and others set out, they tried to act alone. When they appeared in front of people, they also constantly used the dark buff magic.

But after all, it is impossible to cover everything, and gradually some people began to doubt their true identities.

The one with the deepest suspicion here is the Wind Mercenary Group. They have the closest relationship with the Black Dragon Mercenary Group. Although there is no definite evidence, the Wind Mercenary Group has begun to consciously alienate the Black Dragon Mercenary Group and others.

As long as ordinary people don’t believe it, I am now the high priest of the Temple of Nature, a priest who is to be worshipped by the God of Nature. Is it possible that he is an undead creature?

The prophet smiled faintly, then his eyes flashed with a cold light, and then he said: And when the alliance pieced together the 200,000 soldiers that could be pulled out, plus all the 300,000 soldiers of the Empire died this time, do you think we still need to worry about the issue of exposing our identity?

Svengol, Xing, Yue, and Erin took a breath together. Even Lasiros couldn't help but change his expression. It turned out that the prophet did not have the plan to exterminate humans, but had indeed planned it like this.

If the elite soldiers of the Empire and the Alliance died together in this battle, there would be no power to threaten their existence for the time being. Not only that, the Prophet would also have more than one million corpses out of thin air, which are good materials for forming an Immortal Legion.

The undead army of up to one million swept across the alliance, and the dead were constantly dead, and the reincarnated people were constantly reborn. There were more and more undead creatures, and eventually swept across all directions.

Thinking of this possibility, Svengol was cold.

You...are you not afraid of becoming the public enemy of all life races? Don't forget that there are the dwarf empire and the elf grassland. Svengol said in a trembling voice.

But immediately he realized how powerless he was when he said this.

All ambitions have been lifted, and the prophet was too lazy to make excuses. He laughed and said: After conquering the alliance, the Elf Grassland is my next goal.

I really need archers like Star and Moon, and I am willing to spend more time to transform them into undead creatures with wisdom with the Immortal Sacrifice.

Xing and Yue's face turned pale.
Chapter completed!