Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 336: Advancing Undead
Chapter 336: Advancing Undead (3)
The Players felt a dazzling golden light suddenly appear in the pitch-black battlefield.
Followed closely by another golden multi-ringed Magic Array unfolding on the city wall.
Ongel and Clemon emerged from the Magic Array, supporting each other, and reappeared on the wall.
They had narrowly escaped.
It was a pity, however, for the Knights who had followed Ongel out of the fortress to fight the enemy.
Light golden specks on Ruo Yi’s body flickered like dying embers, the power of time still lingering around her. The clock illusion in her eyes gradually disappeared. She glanced coldly at Ongel before her figure flickered, leaving the city wall and returning to the highest tower to observe the entire battlefield with the other members of the Maid Corps.
Clemon, on the other hand, had not sustained any injuries. He helped Ongel to a seat in the military tent. The mithril clasps on his armor made clanking sounds as the North Wind Duke, whom he was supporting, hung his head low, looking dejected and staggering.
“I’ve doomed them,” the North Wind Duke said, moving his cracked lips, spitting out these words.
Rune hurried to Ongel’s side, supporting the NPC Master who had taken good care of him. He saw deep pain and self-reproach on the old man’s face.
“I saw the isolation belt being blown away by the black wind. A group of Skeletal Knights and Liches were about to bypass it onto the city wall. They hid themselves in the deep night, followed by the Undead Gray Fog. Only I saw it, so…”
“At least they died on the battlefield. The Undead are terrifying, but under your leadership, they charged forward without hesitation. They are true heroes.”
Clemon helped Ongel onto a warm beast hide mat and offered a few words of comfort. The aged North Wind Duke had been hit multiple times by the Soul-devouring spell of the Undead Lich, and his consciousness was still not fully in control of his body, making him appear very weak.
“I don’t want them to be heroes; I wish it was me who died.”
Ongel covered his face and wept bitterly. Each of the fallen Knights was a personal guard he had trained, brothers who had followed him through life and death. Now, he had buried them with his own hands. His heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives.
Clemon did not know how to comfort the old general and could only sigh deeply.
“Uncle Clemon, please go to the city wall and command the battle. They need you there. I’ll take care of Master here,” Rune said to Clemon.
“Then I entrust him to you.” Clemon nodded solemnly and turned to leave.
The battle raged, changing in an instant.
He could not afford to waste too much time here.
At this moment, the Undead were still continuing their siege.
The Ghost Dragon Ongel’s personal appearance had put great pressure on the city’s defenses. The Ghost Dragon’s current goal was solely to destroy the Moonlight Sacred Well as quickly as possible, and he had deployed almost all of the Undead forces to attack it.
“As expected of the Magic Array set up by the Demigod-level Elf King, it still exerts considerable suppression on me, even as an Undead…”
Ongel circled outside the influence of the Moonlight Sacred Well, not daring to step into it lightly. The Undead Ghost Fire flickered in his eye sockets, revealing his volatile mood.
However, even without entering the Moonlight Sacred Well’s influence, he was fully confident in destroying it.
This was because the number of lost souls who had died near Emerald Fortress was simply too many. Over thousands of years, Humans and Elves had engaged in tens of thousands of wars, and in each one, countless Humans had fallen by the blades and arrows of the Elves.
Their bones rested eternally beneath the soil.
Their names might have been forgotten by people.
But this did not prevent them from crawling out of the ground again.
“Lost souls wandering the scorched earth!” Ongel raised his pale dragon claws and looked up to the sky.
Necromantic energy began to gather towards his dragon claws.
This made the pitch-black smoke around him even denser.
This Necromantic energy did not originate from Ongel himself but from the land beneath his feet.
Countless vengeful spirits wearing tattered armor could be seen roaring and howling in the black mist, forming dense human faces made of gray fog around Ongel.
“Resentment, hatred, pain! Pick up your blades again and sheathe them against the living!”
“Buzz—”
Green Magic Array auras unfolded behind Ongel.
At the same time, all the condensed Necromantic energy around him dissipated in an instant, seeping into every inch of the battlefield’s soil.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
The entire battlefield was filled with chilling sobs – the cries of the dead.
But it was not over yet.
Tombs began to rise slowly from the ground.
These tombstones flickered with eerie green ancient script and were wrapped in Necromantic energy. The entire battlefield was instantly transformed into a graveyard, filled with tombstones.
“Burvik’s Great Mausoleum!? No good!”
Clemon exclaimed. The scene before him brought to mind an ancient record.
The Undead Forbidden Spell – Burvik’s Great Mausoleum.
This was a long-acting Necromancy spell.
However, no channeling was required when summoning Burvik’s Great Mausoleum.
After summoning, it would form a large area filled with tombstones.
Every so often.
The Necromantic energy within the graveyard would undergo a mutation, and the tombstones would rise in height.
When the tombstones were fully raised.
Terrifying Undead creatures would be summoned.
According to records, the Saint Lodia Empire on the South Continent had once experienced a terrifying Undead Calamity.
It was at that time that the Legendary-grade Undead Wizard Burvik used this self-created spell for the first time.
The garrison of Saint Lothia Royal Capital did not know the significance of these tombstones.
They merely stood on the city wall, mocking the Calamity Legion that had been attacking for a month without breaking the Royal Capital’s shield.
But they soon paid the price.
When the tombstones absorbed enough lost soul energy from the earth, they grew completely, like crops.
Finally, skeletal figures lifted the tombstones and broke out of the ground.
However, these skeletons were not ordinary Skeleton Soldiers; they were all powerful Skeletal Knights of Champion Knight rank, or Undead Liches of Source Mage rank, their eye sockets burning with an eerie red Undead Fire.
This alone was not enough to instill fear in the Saint Lodia garrison.
As the strongest empire on the South Continent.
The holy land of all Mages.
They possessed far too many weapons of mass destruction. Immediately, soldiers controlled a Catastrophe-grade Magic Cannon and fired at those eerie skeletons.
The annihilating power of the Catastrophe-grade Magic Cannon swept through more than half of the graveyard area. The skeletal warriors that had just crawled out were instantly shattered into dust.
The garrison on the city wall cheered in triumph.
But those Skeletal Knights and Liches, which had been reduced to powder, reassembled before their very eyes, their steps slow but firm as they continued to advance towards the city wall.
That day, they witnessed a truly immortal Undead army under the influence of the Undead Forbidden Spell.
Whether they were chopped to pieces by weapons, blown to smithereens by magic, or even reduced to ashes by Holy Light energy, they could still reassemble, completely unaffected by any power.
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