There are two types of people who fire their ultimate moves without saying a word on the battlefield.
One is the novice who takes the initiative to die, hoping that all eyes will be on him, and then he will rush to the street in an instant as a matter of course.
One type is an old bird who just pretends to be cool and runs away... I mean a strong person who has the confidence to control the whole audience and dares to perform.
The dawn of the holy light illuminated the entire scene. This is a strategic weapon specially prepared for cruel holy wars. It has a large range, a large amplification effect, a long duration, low consumption and many other advantages. Although it has the weakness of being able to only target undead and demons,
But compared with its advantages, it is completely acceptable. The only flaw is probably...
"...It's just a little bit sarcastic."
The first thing that came to the front was a bone dragon and two teams of gargoyles. Bayer's dragon knights and griffon knights did not successfully intercept all the undead air force.
But for an opponent of this level, I would have needed a little more time before, but now...
"Holy light."
Reciting the praises of the Holy Light in a low voice, the Sword of Dawn in mid-air emitted more dazzling Holy Light, but this time, it was a concentrated beam of light.
One, two, ten, a hundred, there were traces of golden beams in the air. Those undead flying units only realized that they had been attacked after they were destroyed.
Although I must maintain the holy sword, it does not mean that I am defenseless.
The light is pulled in my hand. Every time I click or move, a beam of light shoots towards the target.
Traces of light witnessed the effect of the attack. The target of each trace of light was a high-level flying undead.
"1 to 71! Anticipate, aim, hit."
In the Holy Light Beacon (turret) mode of Holy Sword of Dawn, the battle becomes a simple point-and-click game. The attack speed exceeds the reaction speed, and the named flying undead fall directly to the ground one by one.
The beams of light formed a network of light, and the golden explosions that continued to occur in the sky were the most beautiful sparks. Under this deadly fire network, there was no space to pass through.
This was probably the easiest battle I had ever experienced. I shot down hundreds of high-level undead in an instant. But although the results were gratifying, I had no intention of pursuing them to the end.
"The energy consumption is really too harsh..."
In just half a minute, I used 312 beam tractions. As a result, one-third of the holy light of the Holy Sword of Dawn was directly consumed. After two more attempts, it would be extinguished.
In a sense, the Holy Sword of Dawn is a part of my body. In an instant, more than one-third of the power of the Holy Light was squandered, and I felt a little weak.
But my goal has been achieved.
All the first wave of undead raids were killed, and with this time difference, the humans were able to catch their breath.
A jungle of thorns was covered in front of me, and Piranha warriors crawled out one by one, while the Royal Dragoon followed the Dragon Knight and stood in front of me.
The slowly rising sun dispelled all darkness. My understanding of chaos and my pursuit of the holy light allowed me to shape this sword, the natural enemy of chaos.
"Pure Holy Light, please give me the power to dispel that darkness."
Half-kneeling, praying devoutly, using self-hypnosis to strengthen the connection and fit with the Holy Light, the tide of the surrounding elements began to roll, gathering more light crazily.
And the holy light sun in mid-air began to charge and shine again.
"...This is too exaggerated. This Holy Light reserve and Holy Light affinity are simply overwhelming the Pope."
Back then, there was a reason for being called the illegitimate son of the Holy Light. The originally unscientific affinity to the Holy Light evolved to its limit with the blessing of the Arbiter's angelic power.
"Holy Light. How is this possible..."
"blasphemer."
At this time, even the most devout believers in the God of Holy Light will question their beliefs.
The wings of light on the back were unfolded. They were the wings of light of the War Angel. Countless light spots gathered on the wings to a degree visible to the naked eye. The elemental affinity that summoned the holy light was beyond the reach of even the highest-level angels.
The heretic who was regarded as an evil heretic by the Holy Church was actually such a powerful user of Holy Light. This doctrine of "devout faith in the Lord of Holy Light, and the Lord will grant power to devout believers" has become a joke.
"Why does this method of using holy light look so much like magic..."
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to go to the Inquisition?"
"It's unmistakable. This is manipulating the Holy Light by manipulating elements."
"No prayers, no religious hymns, not even a link to divine power..."
The masters' comments are in their ears. After I demonstrated how to use the Holy Light at close range, starting from today, they will probably treat the Holy Light from a different angle.
And this is what I want to see.
The rain suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky began to twist, as if they were shrinking from the presence of light.
"Roland!"
The screaming dark cloud turned into a huge ghost face, and the battlefield was under his shadow, but that face felt a little familiar to me.
"Hypnos?"
There is no such thing in the information. I can feel the extremely profound knowledge of water element magic. It seems that this undead emperor has hidden a lot of things, and there will be new things to talk about later.
As for Hypnos’ hatred? Are there not enough people who hate me?
Different from the information, Hypnos did not lose his mind and rushed over. When the heavy rain on the battlefield and the darkness advantage were dispelled, these tens of thousands of undead could not be the opponent of the human alliance.
After giving me one last glare, the dark clouds shrank and drifted into the distance, and Hypnos retreated.
The high-level undead began to retreat without hesitation, but the low-level cannon fodder was left on the battlefield without anyone to care about it. Moreover, being forced out of their final potential, they would cover the retreat of the intelligent undead at all costs.
This is the reason why undead natural disasters always come back. Without killing those high-level undead and undead lords, it is meaningless to eliminate some cannon fodder, and more than 90% of the soldiers in the undead army are just cannon fodder.
Judging from the results, the human side has achieved a brilliant victory... but judging from the serious expressions on everyone's face, no one would think that this would be a victory.
The undead side used less than one-tenth of the strength of the human coalition to cause a lot of damage. The battlefield was full of wounded people shouting for help.
This blow served as a lesson to the proud humans that the undead natural disaster was definitely not something to be trifled with. Even if they were superior in strength, this was definitely not a show or an outing. If they were not careful, the whole army would still be destroyed.
As for me, I was also surrounded by the magicians, and I guessed what they wanted to ask.
So, I took out a handwritten manuscript. This is a book that will be published by Little Goblin next month. Its name and content are destined to shock the whole world.
"It's time to step down from the altar and discuss the nature of the Holy Light."
Perhaps, this will be the last time I dig into the walls of the Holy Church. Once the Lord of Holy Light steps down from the altar, there will naturally be no need to continue digging. (To be continued.)
