With Marceau as the center, a halo was spread around at a visible level of the naked eye. Everyone felt the changes in their bodies. A veteran of the city guard watched in surprise as the old wounds and scars on his arm were falling off, revealing the new skin below. The many dark wounds on his body no longer felt a vague pain.

Another veteran looked at him lifting his trouser legs in disbelief. His prosthetic legs had fallen off, and his new body gradually turned into a real leg... Just like the leg he threw away on the battlefield thirty-five years ago, he stepped on the ground in disbelief, and now the touch was the same as before.

More often, players are surprised when they look at all the identification plus four in their status bar and all attributes plus two in their blessings.

The halo of blessing passes over the crowd, and from time to time, aborigines whose hearts are corrupted or players who choose the path of depravity are ignited by the sacred blessings. The glow of blessings and the human torch ignited by the divine torches are continuously out of the square.

‘The Holy Blessing of the First Arcane Sage’, it is said to be the Nine-ring spell created by the first Arcane Sage. It can only be used once a week to repair all camps within the radius that are non-evil targets, and give all camps the effect rewards of all identification plus four and all attributes plus two.

The price is a gem of life.

Watching the gems that turned into ashes fall from his fingers, Marceau shook his hand and threw the ashes to the ground, and then the cat who picked up the Sage's Staff jumped to the high platform in the square that was originally used for speeches and promulgation of the law: "I came from the Harbour Zone! A large number of undeads appeared there. If I was not wrong, this was definitely an invasion from the alien plane. There must be fools and miscellaneous people opening a door for them. In the next time, the undead may be like a huge wave, sweeping the entire temple area like a sweeping the Harbour Zone. Maybe the entire city will be submerged by death, but we have no way out! Tens of thousands of cubs and women need to escape from the danger zone through the large teleportation array in the central area behind us and the small teleportation array in the west city! Tell me! Will anyone among you escape because of fearing the wave of death?"

"No!" many city guards shouted loudly, their roots were here, their family was here, knowing that this would be the only place for their children to leave with their wives.

"Tell me! Will there be any of you who are afraid of dead people who can walk?"

"No!" This time, most of the people who answered were from foreigners. In their eyes, all this was just data... This is a really embarrassing fact that cats were.

"Then, please go to the sea of ​​blood with me. Tonight, we will live and die together!" After saying that, the cat pointed to the Harbour District: "I saw them!"

"Two hundred yards! They are all undead!" a forest ranger shouted.

"Prepare to fight! Apply holy oil to your weapons! Put the silver-seeking dagger in the most convenient position for you, at least when you are knocked down by demons and ghouls, you can try to save yourself!" Marceau jumped off the platform and took a picture of a phantom cat on his own and forced himself to take over the commander's duties: "And! Who has the extra holy water in his hand, and distribute it to the people around you! Drink them, this will make it impossible for you to be transformed by the undead after death! Don't let your comrades have to face you who get up again!"

Seeing the priests on the defense line start to make holy water on the spot, Marso turned his head and looked at the casters standing on the high building with the Rangers and the others: "All casters! Make a team of people you are familiar with! Follow my orders, the fossils are ready for mud and firewall magic!"

"One hundred and sixty yards left!"

"Routers! Have your arrows soaked in holy water? If not, it's still time!" Marceau shouted loudly.

"One Hundred and Thirty yards! The Undead has started to add it!"

"All wanderers! Put away the guys in your hands and prepare your bombs to do it if there isn't! After fighting with the defense line of the undead, they will be thrown to the back row of the undead! Then follow my orders to throw them again! Don't worry! After the death of the light in close combat, you are the front row!"

"Commander, you are such a demon!" someone cursed with a smile.

"Thank you! But I sincerely hope that I can avoid being a demon! Don't face such evil things! How good it would be!" Marceau looked at the wave of undead that was getting closer and closer: "Where is the druid! Pull out your animal companions! Don't feel heartbroken anymore!"

"Fifty yards!"

"The Rangers start shooting freely!"

Jumping back to the platform, Marceau shouted and began to cast spells. An extremely extended firewall technique was quickly held in the hand of the cat. Just as the first row of the undead was about to hit the defense line, Marceau issued an order: "Single of odd casters! Firewall technique and fossils are cast in the front of the defense line thirty yards! Even casters! Firewall technique and fossils are cast in the front of the defense line 70 yards!"

"It's fifty yards." A ranger on the platform asked while pulling his bow.

"Fifty yards belong to me." After Marceau finished speaking, the cat who had already pinched the firewall technique and cast the spell. Then the next second, at the fifty yards in front of Marceau, a fire wall from north to south rose directly. The subsequent undead were like moths that slammed through the firewall. They were ignited and finally fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

One-stop service from south to north.

"Roamers! The second wave of throws, use your greatest strength! The caster of the odd team, forty yards, is positioned in 40 yards, the fossil is mud, and the width is twenty yards covering the gap between the firewall, how deep it is!"

While speaking, Marceau's second spell was also taking shape. After six seconds of silent singing, a mud from south to north appeared between the two rows of fire walls behind. The undead who had the will to pass through the fire wall directly plunged into the mud.

He raised his head and watched the blood-colored package roaring to the back of the defense line. Marceau did not look back: "Paladin and priest! Purify the guests in the flesh-and-blooded package!" Then he took two steps, and the whizzing flesh-and-blooded package blew into the other side of the platform. The cat stretched out his hand holding the staff, and a dazzling light appeared at the front of the cane. The light from the heavens lit up the small square in an instant. The small half square was burning, and countless undead were either wailing or howling and were directly purified. The next second, he used his arm to block the long sword of the tourer who came beside him to slash. Marceau waved the long staff and knocked the patrol to the ground.

Blasphemy is not proactive, but it becomes like this in a long-term blasphemy infection area. The more difficult it is for a guy to identify will, the more potential trouble it is.

It is precisely because of this that the Paladin and the Priest were pulled back by Marceau. After all, the survival time of the melee battles ahead was lower than expected.
Chapter completed!