Rows of wizards wrapped in black robes were entering from behind the undead army. Their numbers ranged from hundreds to thousands. Compared with the heat on the front line, the scene here seemed eerily silent.
These white bone claws stretched out from under the sleeves of the robe, tightly holding the staff in their hands.
They are completely different staffs from the simple bone staffs in the hands of corpse witches. They are made of dark metal, as if they are the legendary gold of the underworld that can connect the two worlds. On the head of the staff, the King's Tears gem shines.
Hui.
This is the First Magic Corps of the Undead from Balakirevo, the Lich Legion that shocked the world in the Battle of Sifakh.
In the wild wind on the battlefield, a skeletal hand opened the hood of the cloak, revealing a pale skull underneath. The dark red light spots in Victor's eyes stared at Madara above the battlefield, the Bromando.
The black rose is withering away.
Rows of wizards also wearing black robes walked up to him and lined up with him, forming a long battle line on the battlefield.
A silent front.
But Madala, all things will wither, all things will sleep forever, Martha is above, everything is so in line with the laws and common sense.
The Lich King, the master of Balakirevo, Victor raised the bone staff in his hand. The King of Gemstones, the Prometheus Diamond unearthed from the Sea of the Dead Moon, exuded a dim light in the wind.
light.
The undead lost the sky and lost the freedom to fly, but they still had magic, and death was still enough to sweep everything away.
"Darkness will always be with you." It issued a monotonous byte from its dry throat.
"All things will perish." All the voices echoed in unison.
Magical formations spread out on the horizon one after another. They rotated, as if opening a series of shimmering light doors.
A green light rose from the horizon and was reflected in the depths of Brando's eyes. It seemed to draw a long parabola from the distant sky, turning into a stream of light from far to near.
Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
The green beam of light left a long afterimage in the field of vision. In the middle of the ocean of crystal clusters, it exploded like a plague flower emitting green light.
It was lifted up by the huge shock wave, thrown away, and then fell like raindrops.
"Careful. This is a test fire!" shouted Instasauron.
As if to fulfill his words, a green light curtain slowly rose on the horizon.
Like countless suns rising into the sky.
They're coming in a blink of an eye
It fell like a heavy rain on the formation of crystal clusters.
Twenty-nine giant crystal clusters instantly turned into powder. Green light streams hit the sea of crystal clusters one after another. Each time they fell, a huge gap exploded in the dense purple ocean, almost instantly.
, the crystal clusters had to collapse backwards.
This can be said to be their first retreat since the war began.
Blanc was so excited that he seemed to have returned to the holy war sixty years ago. He seemed not to care about the death magic passing above his head. He shouted to everyone: "Sir, the undead are covering us, this is an opportunity!
"
"Where are the opportunities?"
Brando asked equally loudly.
"Go around the flanks of the crystal cluster!" Medissa looked around and immediately replied: "After the undead's magic ends, the crystal cluster will organize a new offensive. That's when we can play our role.
Already."
Blanc gave the little silver elf princess a thumbs up on horseback.
"What do you think?" Brando looked at Instalong.
"If the Black Plague Legion can hold on from the front." Instar Dragon also nodded.
Brando had to listen to the opinions of the three top commanders. He raised his head and took a look, and quickly picked a route on the chaotic battlefield.
The silver crescent and lily flags once again moved across the battlefield.
There was finally a hint of admiration deep in the dark eyes that stared at the battlefield.
She nodded.
"Is the Black Plague Legion in place?"
"We're in place, Your Majesty, but what about the air force?" Isaac looked worriedly at the majestic army of crystal clusters above his head. The Nightmare Insect had almost flown over the battlefield, and the huge thing on the clouds was also slowly moving in this direction.
.
She raised her head and glanced at the sky, her face a little gloomy, but she lowered her long eyelashes: "Don't worry about them."
Rows of Crusader executioners holding heavy shields were walking out of the sea of skeleton soldiers. They came to the front line, lined up in rows, and soon built a solid defense line three layers deep on the battlefield.
The corpse witches looked out through the gaps between the huge undead heavy infantry shields. Green beams of light were falling to the ground in bunches from that direction. The light of the explosion continued, and a huge gap appeared on the battlefield. The Black Plague Legion
On the left wing, thousands of fluorescent pale knights were making roundabout movements.
They raised their hands.
The undead wizards behind immediately turned around and threw out communication spells one after another. These spells were summarized to the frontline commanders on the battlefield. The lower-level undead lords passed the information to the nearest crystal tower through the communication crystal, and then integrated it to the entire battlefield.
At the command center.
The Black Plague Legion is in place
"Get ready for the second wave!"
"The second round of attacks has arrived!"
The moment the Lich Legion's spell ends.
The purple tide composed of crystal clusters swept over again. Within a few seconds, they spread across the gaps on the battlefield and crashed in this direction.
This time, what rushed to the front was not the four-legged arthropod-like crystal clusters, but the thick cluster beetles with low center of gravity, the attackers in the records of the undead. These crystal clusters with extremely high explosive power
It has always been the backbone of the assault force in the crystal cluster army.
"Prepare for impact!"
"Estimated arrival in five minutes!"
The necromancers quickly issued instructions one after another.
But to everyone's expectation, the first ones to arrive were not these running crystal clusters, but the nightmare insects in the sky. The army of nightmare insects finally flew over the undead army at this moment. They let out a piercing scream.
, and immediately began to dive into Madala's position.
The nightmare insect opened its claws and cut into the undead lineup like a sharp blade. Almost instantly, the front of the Black Plague Legion was shaken.
Eruin's silver-white combined flag broke through the siege at this moment.
The flag circled the right wing of the crystal cluster army. After returning from the direction of the hills, Blanc looked at the scene with a serious face, "It's over, the aberration's air superiority is too obvious, and the undead can't support it from the front..."
"There must still be a chance." Instalong said loudly.
"Is there still a chance?" Brando pulled the reins and turned around on the horse to ask.
Medisa was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong with you, Medissa?"
"No. It's nothing." Medisa looked a little strange: "Lord, what are you going to do?"
"There is another chance."
Brando squinted his eyes and replied: "If I can curb the offensive of a legion of crystal clusters in the front, Instalong, Medisha, can you find an opportunity?"
"What did you say, Mr. Brando?" Adni questioned loudly: "There is no way we can do such a thing."
"It's not us, it's me," Brando turned around and asked solemnly: "What will happen?"
Everyone was stunned.
Blanc swallowed and replied: "If the undead can draw a fresh army..."
"The undead can draw out a new force," Medissa suddenly reacted at this time, with some inexplicable light flashing in her silver eyes: "Lord, if you can do it, we can win this battle.
Victory in the war.”
"Medissa?"
"Lord, please leave the command of the battlefield to Mr. Instaron. I believe he can do a good job." Medisa replied firmly.
Brando glanced at the little silver elf princess.
The two people's eyes met, as if they had a clear understanding of each other.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Miss Delphine."
Delphine looked up at him.
"protect yourself."
The prime minister's daughter was slightly startled, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes.
Brando turned around, holding Odysseus in his hand. He turned his back to them and said, "Mr. Installon, don't let us down."
He tightened his grip on the horse's belly, accelerated the sitting horse in small steps, leaned up slightly, and rushed toward the center of the battlefield one by one.
"Lord Earl!" Instalong looked at the opponent's back in disbelief. He murmured: "You really impress me..."
"Mr. Installon," Medisa reminded beside him.
"Miss Medissa," Instalong knew that the little silver elf princess was the former's confidant. He turned around and said solemnly to the other party: "I hope we can have a happy cooperation and we will fight side by side."
"No," the little princess shook her head and smiled slightly: "This is your war, Mr. Installon, it does not belong to me."
The future Black Lord of Madara was stunned for a moment.
The pale army of the undead, the dark land, and the purple crystal ocean, three colors intertwined with each other on the land under the sky, slowly approaching, the spears were being lowered in a row, the undead soldiers were fearless, and their eyes were beating deep in their eyes.
All that desires is the flame of eternal death.
Lightning was flying through the clouds, and meteorites were trailing long tail flames as they fell from the distant sky.
But between the two distinct colors, a human knight appeared at this moment.
One man and one rider, a long sword shining with golden light, thrust in between the undead army and the wave of crystal clusters sweeping in.
"Who is that?"
The undead lords were in a panic, and panicked voices kept coming and going.
The dark eyes reflected the figure standing upright on the horse, his long hair fluttering in the wild wind.
She pursed her lips, held the mercury staff tightly in her pale hands, and said nothing.
She recognized the man.
everything in that prophecy
Brando tightened the horse's reins.
He turned his horse's head and stood between the undead army and the tidal wave of crystal clusters. Behind the rows of undead heavy infantry who were retreating from the attack by the nightmare insects, countless corpse witches and necromancers looked at this scene in bewilderment.
Why is there a human here?
What is he doing here?
He's crazy?
But Brando turned his back to them.
In his eyes, a purple line appeared on the horizon in front of him. It covered the entire battlefield and was quickly becoming more and more clear. In that torrent was a monster with teeth and claws, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
.
He also wanted to ask himself if he was crazy, but a clear voice in his heart told him that he could do it.
Because in his body, the voice of the law is resonating. It is time, space, and the great power of the entire world. They are intertwined with everything.
That is, the power of existence
The power of the elemental orb has completely resonated.
Brando raised his hands.
A continuous silver network suddenly appeared above the clouds. This network spread from front to back, covering the entire battlefield in an instant.
Everyone raised their heads in shock, with the bright network reflected in their eyes:
"The power of the saints!"
There was a soft bang.
The mercury staff landed on the high platform.
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