Chapter 115: The deepening of the charm and their respective plans
Literally, rivers of blood flowed.

The masked man raised his foot and took a few steps back.

When He raised His head and looked forward again.

In front of the nearest dwarf fortress, not only were the walls covered with huge cracks, but the corpses under the walls were piled up to the waist of the walls.

To be honest, He had seen many bigger battles.

He had seen many wars, where the earth cracked, rivers dried up, mountains collapsed, and stars fell.

What was happening before his eyes was just a minor matter to him.

This is also one of the many reasons why many corpse desecrators sneer at the world here - it is a world with gods, airships, and all kinds of outrageous props, but the battle scenes and methods are as ignorant and backward as those in the Middle Ages.

However, this was the first time He had seen someone die in this state.

After all, in the real battles he had experienced in the past, corpses were a rare thing.

At that time, only those who were extremely powerful during their lifetime would have the chance to leave their bodies behind with a little bit of luck.

As for the rest, if he wants to keep the body, his luck may be enough to support him until he becomes an angel.

So, at this time, He was also a little surprised.

The shock of seeing a large group of corpses appear before your eyes is often greater than the disappearance of a city or even a continent.

Because the latter no longer exists.

Invisible things can never give others enough understanding.

Even though the number of deaths was obviously much higher.

It's like if someone points to an empty lot and tells you that there was just a town of tens of thousands of people here, but it evaporates in an instant.

Then you will definitely find it incredible and have no feelings, unless you see it evaporate with your own eyes.

But if no one tells you anything and you just see a grave with dozens of bodies buried, you will be shocked.

For Him, it is a similar feeling at this moment.

It turns out that just a few deaths can make the pile so high!
"You really don't plan to stop?"

The legion commander said without changing his expression:

"This is the greatest mercy, otherwise I would be a sinner."

By beating others he could allow the soldiers to rest and call for a ceasefire.

But you can't beat the dwarves, they are a famous race of craftsmen from ancient times to the present, and here are seven hills filled with various materials and craftsmen.

It is no exaggeration to say that the dwarves can repair the wall if they just stop for a moment.

This even belittles the other party.

Because in such a fierce battle, he saw with his own eyes that the dwarves successfully repaired the vital parts of the fortress.

The masked man nodded.

He doesn't care about the life or death of these people, He just wants to delay the time a little longer.

Because His Sequence One Ritual requires this.

The ritual of the Prophet Sequence Two is to trigger a huge turmoil due to one's own prophecy.

The promotion ceremony for the Prophet Sequence One is to fill a vast area of ​​land with death and despair using only one's own tongue, without the aid of prophecies.

The Seven Hills are certainly enough as a vast land, and with the way they died, the final full death is certainly enough.

However, He was a little worried that this group of people were fighting too fast and Despair would not be able to keep up.

After all, there is no such thing as despair for these poor creatures who have completely fallen into the charm.

They are even less useful than the lost. Although the lost will not be desperate, at least they can bring despair to others.

So He hoped that time would last a little longer, so that the dwarves in the city would slowly change from being full of fighting spirit to being in despair and could only wait to die.

It would be best if the siege lasted for three to five years.

In this way, he could accumulate enough despair and have enough strength to deal with that woman.

It's ridiculous. They are obviously the closest to the Lord of Prophecy, but their promotion ceremony abandons the prophecy and only relies on their own words to promote and obtain everything.

what is this?
The last piece of advice that Yuan Chu left before the other party became a god - don't rely on prophecies?
He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

But this can't go on like this.

If the dwarves don't try harder, should I help them?

He pondered this matter slowly.
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And in the distance, in the pure white temple.

The originally pitch-black pillar is now infinitely close to pure white, except for the dark spot in the center of the pillar that still stands stubbornly.

A white hand with a soft glow reached out to the two potions in front of the pillar.

After a brief hesitation, the hand simply took the Sequence 1 potion.

But it did not take away the four characteristics of the sequence that were used to complete it.
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In the palace of King Turin on the Seven Hills.

The dwarf elders were sweating profusely as they maintained a giant silver tree in front of them.

The giant tree is about thirteen meters tall and has 33,333 forked branches.

But at this moment, countless small branches composed of snow-white light emerged from the 30,000 forked branches.

At the end of each of them, there is a thin, long silk thread that spreads out and disappears in mid-air.

From a distance, the entire palace was almost illuminated by this giant silver tree.

This is the ritual of sacrifice of Sealed Object 1-006.

It is one of the treasures left by King Turin.

It has repeatedly worked wonders against the lost.

Because its only and greatest function is to bind the lives of the linkers together.

Most of the damage suffered by the linkers will be borne together.

As long as there are enough links, the mortality rate can be reduced to the limit.

Therefore, in the fierce fighting during the day, dwarves rarely died in battle.

This is the best way to avoid increasing the number of enemies when fighting against the Lost.

But the cost of maintaining the sacrificial rituals is also staggering.

In other words, the other party's madness was a little beyond their expectations.

In just one day, the ashes left by King Turin to initiate the sacrificial ceremony were completely consumed.

The reason why it can be maintained continuously is entirely due to the fact that the dwarf elders have urgently requisitioned all the furnaces in the Seven Hills to continuously refine spirit ash.

A dwarf elder wiped his sweat and said to Morn beside him:

"My friend, their offensive is too overwhelming. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out until tomorrow morning and will have to abandon the outer fortresses."

Moen nodded and said:
"They never stopped. I was surprised that they could hold on until now."

“So, have all the residents from the outskirts moved in?”

The dwarf elder said:
"It will be completed by the evening, but the problem is that as the outer areas fall, the furnaces we use to refine ash are becoming less and less."

"We have stockpiled weapons and food, so we don't need to worry about them, but we can't worry about the ashes. If we keep wasting them, we will definitely run out of ashes."

Moon looked up at the sky and felt a little strange. He remembered that today was not a double moon day.

While carefully hiding himself further under the eaves, Morn said to the dwarf elder:
"It doesn't matter. Just make sure the capital can accommodate everyone."

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