The Rise of the Cemetery

The vast and magnificent power of the **** of justice is surging between heaven and earth, directly urging a 9th-order divine "Judgement of Justice" to cover the whole audience.

This is not comparable to the magical power of the previous prayer. As soon as the scroll of the magical shot, this defensive line that has been compressed to the extreme becomes a sea of ​​light. Almost every subject in the entire camp lowered a beam of light through the sky, covering it. Due to the dense stack of undead in the camp, these beams of light are entangled with each other and almost blend together.

Whether it is a cleric or a guardian knight, the Temple of Justice, while covered by the pillar of light, can't help but kneel down and pray reverently.

The heated prayer made the look of fear on the pastors fade away.

As their prayers sang, their expressions became firmer and sacred. Under the deployment of the High Priest Hyman, the mercenaries who were not believers in the God of Justice also retreated behind their companions, holding arms in their hands and praying.

The beam of light that falls on them brings warmth, compassion, and justice, and for the undead belonging to evil creatures, this is simply a shower of holy light. All undead creatures immersed in it were struggling howling and hissing, but the body was still irresistible and began to melt in the Holy Light.

Those high-level undead can still struggle with one or two, desperately wanting to avoid this light of judgment. It's a pity that no matter whether it's burrowing underwater or covering it with a companion's body, it can't escape the light beam that locks the soul. The kind of erosion of the body and the pain of annihilating the soul is not something that ordinary undead can bear.

The surging tide of corpses, the sea of ​​skulls, and the ghost cloud just now became the sacrifice of this ninth-level divine art. There was almost no room for resistance, and all the fires of the soul were extinguished, leaving only some vampires and corpses.

A few dead witches who had just flaunted their mighty powers were almost unable to retreat if they had not procrastinated with the instantaneous dark mist.

When they met together again in the distant jungle, they were ragged, and their skeletons were dry and deflated. There were holes eroded by positive energy everywhere. Raising his hand and throwing it between his feet, from time to time there are broken bones falling off his body.

The miserable image of a few corpses grievously gritted their teeth, and hoped that with a big hand, the remaining army of vampires would rush out and frustrate those guys. It's a pity that Lord Lich Haiger left a strict order before he left. As their direct reports, they did not dare to violate his orders. So, they could only hold their noses to hold back the bad breath, and turned their heads to urge the low-level undead to continue to advance towards the camp.

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In the camp, the "fair trial", which lasted for half a minute, finally dropped its last glory. And the Haiman priest who had been struggling to maintain this 9th-level magical technique also lowered his arm sadly, sitting on a rattan wooden chair and panting.

There is no magic scroll that has been handed down from the upper level of the Temple of Justice. Such a 9th-level magic is not a 14th-level priest he can accomplish independently. Even if he was only responsible for initiating and guiding the completion of this divine art, he almost consumed all his strength. The two high-level knights who had always been with him had even seen the face of Grand Priest Hyman much older than before.

The use of the scroll of Divine Skills at a higher level really cost a huge price, and this price is the vitality of the spellcaster.

"The undead is here again!" Two mercenaries with rich combat experience exclaimed at the same time.

You don't need to look with your eyes, just listen to your ears, you can hear the rustling sound of the footsteps dragging the ground in the distance and the unconscious "howl" howling of zombies.

The "fair trial" just now wiped out almost all undead inside and outside the camp, but after all, the scope is limited and it is impossible to directly cover the entire Half Moon Island. Therefore, these corpses and skeleton seas flowing from the rear stepped out of the dense forest again, crossed the beach, and slowly and firmly injected into the broken and distorted human camp.

After seven hours of high-intensity fighting, the human team has been with the water for more than half. At this moment, the total number of people who can stand upright is only 21, including the priests and middle and high-level church knights. The mercenaries who came with the team have almost been killed and injured.

There are more than a dozen surviving guys lying on the ground in the battle circle, all of them poor priests who have exhausted their magical skills and were injured by the undead. They can't wear chain mail with excellent protection, nor can they hold big swords or maces, not to mention the 20-pound shield. Therefore, the vampires just attacked, and these low-level priests are the most affected group.

In fact, if the trauma suffered by everyone in the field is placed in peacetime, as long as a series of "healing", "toxin removal", and "healing fatal" magic techniques are displayed, most of the wounded and patients can regenerate their lives. fighting. It is a pity that when this divine art dried up, it became a fatal injury.

It can be said that at this time, the guys who can stand up and stand up to fight are all the church's elite with perseverance.

Perhaps it was only half an hour before dawn. But at this time, the sky became darker and scarier. Not only did she not see a glimmer of light, even the gentle sea breeze seemed to be suppressed by the stagnation and heavy breath of death in the camp, except for the thick and disgusting evil breath that could no longer smell other flavors.

The rustling sound of zombies walking from all directions, it is clear that the enemy has surrounded them again.

The remaining priests and church knights also formed a defensive circle centered on the tent. Only this time, without the blessing of magic, their combat power has fallen to the bottom. No one knows whether it will survive this last half hour tenaciously.

When the ghostly ghostly ghostly ghost laughs again in the sky, a new offensive for the undead begins!

The crowded corpse tide that barely saw any gaps entered the blaze of the campfire again. The ugly ugly zombies, who are almost indistinguishable from head to head, have their expressions painfully twisted, their eyes turned white, and their mouths are closed one by one, and they utter an ambiguous wailing sound, and they stretch out their dark and dirty arms, stumbling toward People left.

At the last moment of this almost stagnation, the priests and knights who held their breaths were fearless. They burst into a deafening roar, waving their warhammers, swords and barbed shields. Black blood splatter ... The first batch of zombies rushed up and shattered like a wave blocked by a reef, but before everyone could relax a little, the waves of the second batch of zombies had surged again.

A snoring that endured the pain came from the defense line. When a priest waved his mace, his movements were obviously sluggish for a moment, and he did not push out the zombie with the cracked head in front of him in time. A zombie with a big hole in his head swooped up carelessly. His claws, which were sharper than ordinary swords, penetrated through the gap between his waist and ribs. The blood immediately poured out, and there was a trace of black in it. .

Several companions on the side couldn't bear to catch up to rescue, and the zombie swarming quickly squeezed into a keloid here. Pulled by countless arms, the clergyman firmly held by the zombies disappeared into the tide of corpses.

After a moment.

In the distance beyond his sight, an angry roar that pierced the sky came vaguely, and then an irresistible sacred shock wave hit the people's faces through heavy barriers.

"Prince Tara has returned to God's arms!"

A clear enlightenment rose in everyone's mind. In the outburst of magical arts just now, everyone has sensed the familiar and fierce soul wave of Tara. But as the outburst of divine magic subsided, his soul wave also disappeared.

Not only did Tara ’s sacrifice not hurt the confidence of the rest of the people, but they made their eyes more firm and firm, and the hands holding the weapons became more stable and powerful. I do n’t know who was the first to recite the canonical proverbs of the God of Justice loudly. Soon, all the clergymen and church knights roared these well-known proverbs in their own best voice.

These earth-shattering proverbs may not respond to divine power, but they can excite and excite the mind. As the proverbs soared, everyone waved their weapons, while praising the greatness of the **** of justice, while struggling to smash the head of the ugly undead in front of them.

The whole battlefield has been circling the ferocious battle song, and under the battle song, it is the staunch people who are fighting hard and fighting ...

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Li Xun sighed leisurely.

Above a height of several thousand meters, he saw everything on the ground through the surveillance crystal.

The casualties of the church team and the loss of his subordinates were not put on his heart, but he thought more about the origin of the church and the caster.

It seems that everything is from the legacy of the Elven Empire.

When the elven empire controlled the entire plane and ruled the sky and earth, human beings as the humblest servants could only survive in the wild and wild land of various aliens. At that time, being able to stand up and lead humans to dash left and right to open up their own territories, is a rare pioneer among humans who has mastered the magic power and spell-casting ability in advance.

At that time, they worked together to make an indelible contribution to the rise of humanity

Unfortunately, as the elven empire collapsed, some of these powerful men rose to become members of the human divine system, while others became ancient magicians who had mastered the mysteries of heaven and earth as described in ancient books. The contradiction between the two sides broke out for the first time without reconciliation.

God, animal husbandry and people.

The god's natural hope is to lead and protect his own people, but only if you are a god's people.

These have become the new gods of human gods, and the most wanted to achieve is the power of the once elven empire, once again copying the splendor of the elven divine system. But those ancient magicians hope to get rid of the deity's control and create a great kingdom of magicians.

The confrontation and confrontation between the two sides created the later magic goddess Mistral, so the magician fell sadly under the conspiracy and deceit of the human deity, and became a past that was erased.

But without this kind of phoenix nirvana-style disaster, it is impossible to sprout the later Arcanist. The fall of Mistral, the goddess of magic in the later period, also marked the strong rise of the arcane empire. Therefore, under the leadership of a powerful arcanist, humans defeated most of the aliens on the Klein continent, making them truly the master of the continent .

As for the historical track behind, it is also a replica of the past.

The arcane empire once again fell under the strong counterattack of human deities, but human deities also paid a heavy price for this. The once prosperous and prosperous human deities are ten to seven, and the great and prominent names passed down from generation to generation in Wanmin's mouth have disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only a broken and contradictory human deity.

After some archaeologists from the Magi Association continued to dig for thousands of years, some ancient secrets were slowly revealed, and the history that the human gods had covered up was also presented to everyone.