Chapter 401 I'm waiting for the immortal, what are you waiting for

William's attack became a little stretched, and he could only swing out flames.

But the flames cannot tear apart enemies who ignore the attack.

The black slime before his eyes carried a nauseating stench, and was trying to distort his thoughts with some force that could pry open his brain.

Sharp whistling sounds continued to rise, and large groups of undead died before his eyes. The entire throne hall was filled with flying ashes. The corpses of the undead who died too quickly to turn into ashes quickly were piled up like a slaughterhouse.

The ashes from the exploded corpses were like flies hovering in a swamp, rising and falling above the boiling mucus.

The battle continued until this point, and there was not a drop of blood on the ground except for traces of corrosion.

The trembling of his soul and nerves gradually stripped William of strength in his limbs. Fortunately, the undead continued to come forward, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

The situation is not as simple as imagined. The human wave tactics brought about by the advantage of numbers are difficult to replicate.

The abyss disasters outside were also regenerating rapidly. They rushed out from the gates of tombs, towers and other passages, occupying every corner like a tide of rats. Although they lost to the undead in the previous suicide attack, it would definitely not be as easy as imagined for the undead to break through the defense line and come to the throne hall again.

The undead were like being blocked by a dam, and their combat threat dropped rapidly after they were dispersed.

In contrast, William was surrounded by the disaster of the abyss, and this war was more difficult than he had imagined.

At this point, any strategy has lost its meaning. The invasion and counter-aggression that began with endless suicidal attacks can only result in a life-and-death struggle.

William turned to look at Wen. The "angel" who was much more powerful than him flew towards the Rock King again, and was chopped away by the other party's sword.

The invasion of the power of the abyss caused many stone thorns to grow on Wen's wounds, even distorting her face, causing her to fall into the abyss step by step.

When fighting the abyss, the damage to the mind is far greater than that to the body.

William roared and chopped away the pus droplets in front of him. The flames that erupted from his body forced back some of the extended sticky tentacles, but when he wanted to move forward, he was entangled again.

The difference in strength was too great, and William was simply unable to break through the obstruction of the mucus. He was unable to play a significant role in this game, and could only watch Wen, who could not die, continue to die.

The ground suddenly began to shake violently again. The shaking had never stopped since the two armies began to collide.

This time the shock attracted William's attention. He was stuck in the mud, but the shouts from the crowd made him feel a little better. The general is coming!
The figure that had been sitting on the throne finally stood up, stretched out its huge arm, grabbed one of Wen's legs, and threw it casually. Wen disappeared from sight with a wave of air.

The Rock King leaped down, the ground roared, the ground twisted and deformed, every inch of land became a turret firing heavy artillery bombardments towards the sky. As long as both feet touched the ground, they would be hit hard.

No distinction between friend and foe!

And all this was just the result of the Rock King's actions. He was no weaker than the Daughter of the Night, and he was not alone.

The Rock King walked forward in heavy armor, holding the greatsword in one hand and burying it under the floor. As it ran, it was dragged, splitting the ground like waves, leaving a rift that was big enough to swallow innocent people and move deeper.

It rushed in front of William.

William, who had just stood firm, tried to block with his sword, but in an instant he decided to take the initiative to attack and force the opponent back. He slashed upward with a half-moon slash, and the ground was even burned black with anger. This was the strongest attack William could release, and his willpower allowed him to break through the limit of his strength.

Then, an arm with a fist came over and forcibly stopped William's attack, and Jianfeng's offensive was defeated by one punch.

Immediately after the second punch came, William endured the numbness of almost losing consciousness and forced his arms to block the sword in front of his chest. The fist fell, and a sweet feeling rose in his chest. A horrible roar erupted from William's back, and there was also the sound of broken bones.

When he came to his senses and tried to raise his hand to wipe away the blood, he found that his whole body was unable to move, and his body had been knocked hundreds of meters away by the punch, and the sword in his hand had long been broken.

The real King of the Abyss who walked down from the throne was not someone he could resist at all. The first punch easily dissolved his all-out attack, and the second punch completely deprived him of the strength to resist.

All the armor on his body was shattered, and his flesh and bones were all crushed.

At this time, William's back was embedded in the rock wall, watching the Rock King move forward.

The undead who were intercepted on the outside could not participate in this war. With the proactive actions of the Rock King, the advantage they had spent a lot of time building might be lost.

Until a pair of long-awaited boots appeared.

"General?" William spoke with difficulty.

The undead's attack was cut off by the abyss disaster. The long rock spikes like sea urchins grew out of the Wen Ruiwen Pass and could not heal. William fell to the ground with broken bones all over his body. When the familiar figure appeared in the same sunset light and wrapped in a yellow outline, William felt a strong impulse in his chest, as if a steel nail that could support his broken spine was inserted. Even though his body was in pain, he still had the willpower to stand up again.

William moved forward little by little, and finally saw that Linde was holding a broken sword in his left hand and holding the calf of a corpse of an abyss servant in his right hand.

He let go, and the attendant's body collapsed to the ground.

"I've cleared the way," said Lind.

The rumbling sound of Mercedes-Benz was heard again, and the undead were unstoppable like a mountain torrent.

The Rock King swung his greatsword horizontally, and the sharp hissing sound and the explosive air wave instantly cleared out the undead rushing up.

No undead could get close to him, and only sporadic magic could hit his body, but it was unable to break the defense of his heavy armor.

Nothing in front of it was an obstacle until it came in front of Lind.

Lind grabbed the blade of the broken sword, held it upside down, and turned the hilt into a hammer.

The two sides rushed forward.

At the same time as the Rock King chopped down with his sword, Lind also smashed the opponent's heavy helmet with a hammer.

Both sides remained unmoved.

But the storm broke out from him.

Pull your arm, adjust the angle of your weapon, and keep slashing!

You just chop yours and I just smash mine.

Lind's expression was tense. He could feel the change in his state. The attack from the king in front of him was too heavy. If it weren't for the "dominant body" that was forcing him to support himself, he would have been in the same situation as William and would have been blown away long ago.

The flames continued to burn, and Lind even gave himself multiple blessings, but he knew very well that he was still no match for the King of the Abyss in front of him.

The Rock King was also surprised. He could feel all kinds of power coming from the human in front of him. Every time his sword hit him, all kinds of disordered power would explode from the wound and flow through his body.

Fire, curse, guaranteed hit, true damage, bonuses for two-handed swords, and magic.

The "ineffectiveness" of his attack also shocked the Rock King.

Lind once again made a feint and slashed forward. When the Rock King's attention was drawn, he discarded the broken sword, grasped "Mien's Soul Blade" with both hands, and instantly released the "bloodthirstiness" that he had been continuously exerting through the Lion Emblem during this period.

The sword shattered the heavy helmet, but the Stone King remained unscathed, but...

Lind chose to take the opponent's punch head-on, and finally broke his defense. Even his domineering body could not withstand it, and his physical strength was exhausted.

He retreated, sustaining serious injuries.

"That was a really hard punch." He could hear the crisp sound of his bones breaking.

Although he was already a "numerical monster", he still couldn't withstand the wild offensive of the King of the Abyss. There was also a huge gap between BOSS and BOSS.

As for summoning the Daughter of Night, Lind had never even thought about it and lacked trust in her.

As the distance between them widened, the Rock King looked at Lind, whose expression finally changed, and let out a heavy laugh from beneath his helmet.

"What are you laughing at?" Linde was puzzled.

The Rock King stood without attacking.

Lind was even more confused: "I'm waiting for the undead, what are you waiting for?"

The surging crowd finally rushed over from behind him, like a flood with its own consciousness, automatically avoiding Lind, and then pounced on the Rock King.

"Its armor is broken, hit its weak spot!"

(End of this chapter)