Strongest Villain System

18,000 Nightmare Knights were shrouded in thick black mist. They carried broken and decayed spears. They rode on skeleton horses and neighed. Only a pair of scarlet Soul Fire Seeds were burning.    

From afar, it looked like a dense dark cloud. Wherever the warhorses trampled, there was an icy coldness and death. It was as if the depths of the ancient Death Land were announcing the arrival of death to the world.    

Untired!    

No fear of death!    

No pain!    

Nightmare Knights were one of the most powerful types of soldiers in the Undead Calamity. Even a Saint realm expert who had stepped into the Ninth Stage realm wouldn't dare to defend against an army of more than ten thousand Nightmare Knights alone.    

A group of the most ruthless killing machines on the battlefield. Very few legions of the living dared to face them head on.    

Dong!    

Dong!    

Dong!    

The ground shook, the stones shook, and smoke rose from the ground. From afar, one could see a group of Wolf Cavalry from the Beast Human Clan. Each of the orcs was about 3 meters tall, and they were all ice-blue werewolves. They held hammers, mace, swords, and other weapons. They were a huge wolf that was 30 meters long and 30 meters tall.    

Frost Wolf!    

Wolf Clan orcs were also one of the powerful clans of the Beast Human Clan. The 30 thousand Wolf Cavalry belonged to the elite troops of the 3rd legion. Their captain, Nippon, Nicholas Frost Wolf, was a rank eight Frost Warrior. The Wolf Cavalry under his command were all rank six and above.    

"For the tribe, for the Empire, the Orcs will never be slaves!"    

"Boys, kill!"    

The wolf rider was led by an ice blue wolf that was about 15 meters tall. It raised the gigantic Warhammer in its hand and spoke the oldest language of the Frost Wolf Tribe. It was filled with the most primitive fierceness and savagery.    

He Ran was the captain of the Japanese army. Nicholas the Frost Wolf.    

"For the tribe, for the empire, the orcs will never be slaves!"    

"For the tribe, for the empire, the orcs will never be slaves!"    

"For the tribe, for the empire, the orcs will never be slaves!"    

The thirty thousand Wolf Riders raised their weapons and activated their Frost Aura. In the captain's Japanese speech. Under the lead of the captain, Nicholas and the Frost Wolf, they swept towards the Nightmare Knights in a fan-shaped formation.    

"This group of Orcs whose brains are full of sh * t, they only know how to charge on horses."    

"My plan has been messed up!"    

"There's no time to worry about that. Griffin Knight, charge!"    

Thousands of meters high in the sky, the 25th team of Griffin Knight descended. There were only 3000 people in total, but they were the elites of the 3rd legion. Regardless of the combat personnel, they were all Seventh Order Grand Knights. Their equipment was forged by the Shorty Human Clan. They were enchanted by the Light Elves and specialized in anti-undead equipment.    

When the two armies met, they were less than three thousand meters away from each other. All of the Nightmare Knights stopped attacking at high speed. Endless black death mist shrouded the area, covering everything within a radius of a hundred miles.    

The leader of the Nightmare Knights held a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. His skeletal horse neighed as he disappeared in a strange manner. The Nightmare Knights behind him also disappeared in the black mist.    

"Not good, Griffin Knight. Retreat!"    

"Pass on my order. All retreat!"    

"We've fallen into a trap. Investigate the radius of 1600 meters and look for Death Warlocks."    

"Shadow Black Fog, phase magic, the Wolf Cavalry Army is finished!"    

The leader of the Griffin Knight Ridides, who was thousands of meters high, looked at the black fog on the ground. His expression became extremely ugly. He could only order the Griffin Knight in the sky to retreat.    

Shadow black mist, phase magic.    

Within the effective range, the nightmare knights could ignore the distance. This was clearly a trap aimed at the 3rd legion!    

Within the black fog, the cold and death intertwined. One after another, the Wolf Cavalry fell. This was not a war, but a one-sided slaughter. Even if it was frost battle energy, it would not be able to stop the invasion of death magic.    

"Frost! ..." "    

"Kacha!"    

Japanese...... Nicholas...... The Frost Wolf furiously roared. Unfortunately, before it could unleash its Frost Dou Qi, it had already been pierced through by a broken spear that seemed illusory and real. A tier 8 Frost Warrior. In the face of the Nightmare Knight, who was infinitely close to Sanctum, there was simply no one who could withstand a single blow.    

The two clashed. In just a quarter of an hour, none of the thirty thousand Wolf Riders were able to survive. The Griffin Knight Legion, the twenty-seventh division, and so on could only helplessly watch the Wolf Riders being slaughtered. This was destined to be a massacre.    

It was not that they did not want to save them!    

It was that they really could not save them.    

Shadow black fog, phase magic, at least a Saint-level Warlock was able to support the battle of the Nightmare Knights.    

At least one Ninth Stage Saint realm Light Mage was needed to fight against a Saint realm Death Warlock.    

Without Dharma's help, going would only be a waste of time. Facing the impending tide of death, no one could fight against it.    

The end of the world had arrived.    

Where was the hope of the continent, and where was the tomorrow of the living?    

The soldiers of the Third Legion from all directions lowered their heads indifferently. Their eyes were empty and filled with despair.    

This was just a small battlefield, and this sort of battlefield was happening every day. However, today's losses were similar. It had been a long time since the Third Legion had last fought.    

Although they were a group of Orcs whose brains were full of shit, they were vulgar and did not have the civilization of humans, the elegance of Elves, the skills of Dwarves, and even more so...    

However, they were a group of living creatures, a group of brave warriors for the sake of protecting their territories, for the sake of the tribe and the empire.    

"Salute our fallen comrades!"    

The Lion Vulture Knight Legion descended from the sky. Paladin Lydis bowed towards the distance. He could only endure the grief in his heart and really wanted to charge forward and fight with them, but reason told him that he could not do so. The Third Legion could not continue to be exhausted like this.    

Three thousand Gryphon Knights, eight thousand Centaur Hunters, and fifteen hundred Elves...    

Everyone performed the highest etiquette from their race, but everyone felt even more despair.    

Their heroic blood had been extinguished by the cold of death.    

The unyielding resistance in their souls had already been filled with despair.    

His heart that yearned for freedom had already been invaded by darkness.    

There was no hope!    

There was no tomorrow!    

No future!    

This was a darkness destined to be destroyed, and it would also be the end of the world.    

The Magic God had fallen, and the Demigod had died.    

When the order had been destroyed by chaos!    

When the light had been enveloped by darkness!    

When everything would come to an end!    

Who can save us, who can lead us to fight back...    

"I can't accept this!"    

"This damn undead, damn doomsday."    

"Our world shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"    

Saint Knight Lydis looked at the Nightmare Knight who had reassembled his formation and was ready to charge forward. He roared in his heart. His heart was filled with despair, and his cold blood seemed to be ignited once again. There was an inexplicable impulse in the depths of his soul, and an extremely blurry figure appeared in the depths of his memories. However, he couldn't remember who he was.    

"Roar! Wail! The souls of despair and fear are so sweet."    

Humans! How can a lowly and weak existence experience the greatness of death? "    

"Come! Take off your armor, give up your weapons, throw yourself into the embrace of death!"    

"Lydis, join us!"    

In the center of the Nightmare Knight army, a shadow began to wriggle about. It gradually grew larger in the void, revealing an extremely ugly face. It gave off an incomparably terrifying will of death.    

- The content came from [Miaow Reading].