From beginning to end, the Guards Corps had no intention of hiding their tracks, and such a large-scale military operation could not be hidden.

The Shadow Eater Leopard has been lurking around its target, observing the undead legion that guards it.

The front foot of the Guards rushed into the canopy of the undead, and in the silence of the undead legion, there was a small commotion.

Clusters of dark green soul fires lit up, and with bursts of soul shocks, small groups of undead soldiers left from under the White Bone Tower and went deep into the undead canopy, heading in the direction that the Guards Legion entered.

This is Sean's worst fear.

He had long speculated that the Bone Tower had a close connection to the Undead Canopy, through which the undead could spy on any creatures that entered it.

Now this speculation has been confirmed.

Fortunately, the situation was not the worst kind, although the undead who manipulated the White Bone Tower, although they could sense that someone had penetrated into the undead canopy, and sensed the direction of the intruder.

However, I don't know much about the specifics of quantity and so on.

Otherwise, the owner of the White Bone Tower would not have simply sent a few squads of undead to reconnoitre.

"Kill!"

The hundreds of undead soldiers sent out by the Immortal Legion staggered out less than two kilometers before crashing headlong into the 100th guard of the Guards Legion.

The 100th guard, who had already been warned by Sean's energy clone, did not have any nonsense, and the speed of the chariot guarding the Holy Light did not change at all, and countless sharp whistles echoed in the air.

It was the unique sound of the brass camphor gun shaking up.

The undead soldier sentry was fearless in the face of the sudden appearance of the enemy, brandishing tattered and various weapons, and rushed forward with great momentum, and a scene of mantis arms was staged.

Driven by the inertia of the high-speed gallop of the war horse, the trembling brass camphor spear can tear out terrifying holes even with a few centimeters of stainless steel armor, not to mention the flesh and blood, even if the physical strength is already higher than that of ordinary people.

Medium head, head flying.

Mid-chest, chest pierced.

In the middle arm, the arm is broken.

Some of the undead soldiers whose muscles were rotten were so strong that they even broke their waists into two knots.

However, unless their heads are directly knocked into the air and the connection between the soul fire and the body is severed, even if the corpses of these undead soldiers are mutilated, the part that is connected to the skull will still remain alive.

Including the undead soldiers who were directly knocked off the head, their mouths were still open and closed, and they didn't know if they were letting out a silent roar or trying to continue the attack.

In that case, there are many people.

It is an absolute disaster for ordinary people without any psychological construction to run into such an enemy.

The cavalry of the Guards Legion, not surprised by this, flashed another weapon with a backhand, and a brilliant light burst out from above, falling on the bodies of those undead soldiers.

The soul fire of those undead soldiers was like pouring a spoonful of boiling oil, boiling directly, and black smoke was emitting outward, and their soul fire was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ahh......hhh

Loud and thin wails and screams echoed through the air.

It was a cry of pain from the soul.

It's not that the undead soldiers have completely lost the feeling of pain, it's just that they've lost it, and the soul fire is still there.

This kind of soul wailing is also a kind of torture for ordinary people, if you listen to it for a long time, you will have symptoms such as headache, nausea, and dizziness.

Many of the undead soldiers who were recruited danced awkwardly on the spot, their limbs twisted and shook involuntarily, and most of the attacks were seriously out of shape.

For the undead soldiers, the soul fire is their everything, that is, the root of their existence, and the central control system they control.

When the soul fire was directly attacked, the body naturally lost control.

The hundredth guard of the Guards Legion just used to launch an attack, nothing else.

It is the light of purification that shines through the Order of Light.

Pure light attribute spell energy is neutralizing the negative energy in the soul fire.

When the negative energy is neutralized, it is also the moment when the laws of the plane recycle them.

Compared with the above killing, this attack method that goes straight to the source is more effective.

These blazing white rays were mixed with several golden rays of light.

These golden rays are even more lethal.

Once it landed on an undead soldier's body, not only its soul fire, but also its body, burned with it, turning into clusters of golden flames.

This golden flame can be called a plague-like existence for the undead soldiers, and if the undead soldiers next to them are contaminated with this golden flame, they will immediately burn with it.

The undead soldier had an instinctive fear of this golden flame, and when he saw it, he immediately retreated.

This is the light emitted by the divine military emblem that fuses the power of the law within.

The golden flames that burned on the bodies of those undead soldiers, called the Flame of Law, were fueled by the soul fire of these undead soldiers.

Once hit, they will not die until their soul fire is completely burned out.

This is the reason why the soldiers of the Guards Legion are so eager for this sacred military insignia, it is too lethal against the undead soldiers.

The soldiers of the Guards Legion, while using the holy light emitted by the Holy Light Military Emblem, directly attacked the origin of the undead soldiers, and the big guns in their hands were also not idle, shaking and stabbing wildly, trampling past.

The body of an undead soldier is a layer of armor to their soul fire.

Destroying this layer of armor, the soul fire is naturally more vulnerable to attack.

Don't forget, they are also guarding the chariots of holy light, which are constantly emitting light magic energy, although their condensation level is not as high as the purifying light, but they continue to exist, and continue to cause damage to them, which is also not to be underestimated.

If you don't have the Holy Light military emblem, or the light attribute combat skill.

With physical attacks alone, repeatedly slashing and ravaging their soul fire, it can also kill undead soldiers.

But none of them could weaken their soul fire to the point where the laws of the plane could directly deal with it.

To make a long story, in fact, the whole battle process was very short.

The hundredth guard only had to face the undead soldiers for a moment before rushing over.

The second, third, and fourth centenarians rumbled down.

These undead soldier sentinels, only carried up to the fourth hundred-man guard of the Guards Legion, have been dismantled and scattered, and they are basically not intact.

The follow-up soldiers didn't need to attack at all, and the Holy Light Chariot they guarded alone would be able to purify them.

The clean killing of this sentry of undead soldiers did not serve as a cover for the Guards, but was like stabbing a hornet's nest with a stick.

The undead corps that sent out the undead soldier sentry team boiled directly, and quickly began to arrange their troops and prepare for battle.

Most of the undead soldiers were summoned to life by those who were undead, and there was a strong bond between the two sides in the soul fire.

This kind of close connection, although it is not like Sean's soul war beast, shares memories and perspectives, but the most basic existential perception is still there.

Once these undead soldiers die, the undead will sense it as soon as possible.

Even if it senses, it won't help, and it won't be able to respond effectively at all.

Under the leadership of Sean, the Guards Legion would not give them time to react, and the war horse urged to the extreme, rushing towards the undead legion under the White Bone Tower, and it took less than three minutes to kill.

And the undead legion under the White Bone Tower has not yet had time to form a decent formation.

"Holy Charge!" Sean's energy clone has been at the forefront of the Guards as the leader.

He knew the undead army in front of him best, and knew what distance was best for an attack.

One man, one gun, one horse.

With a blazing light, like a torch, it smashed heavily towards the undead army.

"Holy Charge!"

Sean was not alone, half a second after he started the charge, countless guards cavalry also turned into a torch, followed him without hesitation, like other fingers on the fist, and Sean clenched into countless fists, smashing towards the undead legion together.

Only in cavalry warfare can the power of the big gun be truly brought into play.

Sean has a deeper understanding of this sentence at this moment.

The inertia brought by the horse's speed greatly enhances the piercing of the big gun and the basic strength when using force to fight.

One second the gun just flew an enemy, the next second it could turn around and pierce the head of another enemy, and the next second the tail of the gun appeared in the chest of the third enemy, knocking it directly into the air.

Sean used Arnold's spearmanship to the brunch, an ordinary brass camphor spear that could no longer be ordinary, and it was like coming to life in his hands.

Not a single undead soldier could stay more than two meters in front of his horse for more than a second.

Either picked or pumped.

The physical attack formed by the power and the magic attack brought by the blazing white light attached to the big gun were perfectly fused, causing extraordinary lethality to those undead soldiers.

The brass camphor gun is said to be ordinary, but compared to the big guns held by the other guards.

Strictly speaking, it's not just an ordinary big gun, it's magic equipment.

With the development of military technology, the equipment technology of the Eternal Night military leader is also constantly updated.

The enchanted equipment that they regarded as a precedent at the beginning has already entered the ranks of elimination.

Updated to become a magical equipment such as the Brass Camphor Spear.

Magical equipment and enchanted equipment are very similar in shape, and both have extremely complex magic circuits.

However, there is an essential difference in the principle of application.

Enchanted equipment is a spell circuit that is self-contained, and soldiers urge the energy devices carried on the equipment to exert magic-like abilities.

The ability of the enchanted equipment, as well as its power, was already fixed to death when it left the factory, and it had little to do with the soldiers themselves.

Equipment has no requirements other than a rigid limit on the user's body, and anyone who has mastered how to use it can use it, including enemies who capture them.

Magical equipment, on the other hand, only has a magic circuit, but no energy device.

To be more precise, the soldiers who use it are its energy devices, which will automatically adjust according to the energy that the soldiers pour into them, as well as their combat skills, to exert their maximum power.

Power is naturally closely related to the soldiers who use it.

The more combat skills a soldier possesses, the more magic energy is infused into it, and the more power it can cast.

If these magical equipment fall into the hands of those who have no magic energy storage circuit in their souls, and have not mastered magic energy, it is not much different from ordinary equipment, at best, the manufacturing process is more sophisticated, and the degree of toughness is higher.

Although the magic equipment is an original equipment developed by Sean based on the combat skills of his military leader, it is not original in the history of Ashaan.

The elven blood thorn in General Arnold's hand is a piece of magical equipment.

In the past, General Arnold couldn't exert its true power at all, until he met Sean and fused his soul with magic energy, that the elven blood thorn really bloomed, which belonged to the power of ancient magic weapons.

Sean is not only engaged in high-intensity combat, but also statistics.

Of course, his statistics are not how many undead soldiers he killed.

Meritorious achievements do not mean anything to him, and his strength does not depend on this to show.

Sean is counting the strength and physical strength consumed by each shot he casts, as well as whether there is room for further improvement in his marksmanship, so that it becomes more labor-saving.

For things that are extremely difficult for ordinary people, for energy clones, it should not be too simple, because it is an energy body itself, and every part of the body and every bit of power used can be quantified.

The purpose of this calculation is, of course, to further optimize Arnold's marksmanship.

This practice does not mean much to the energy clones, but it has extraordinary significance to other soldiers who use spearmanship.

On the battlefield, for every point of physical strength saved, they also have a little more life-saving heritage.

Sean's data hasn't been thoroughly counted.

A cone-shaped tower made of bones had appeared in front of him, and the rich shadow energy fluctuations emanating from it had already indicated its identity.

The core target of the Guards Legion's military operation this time is the White Bone Tower, the energy device of the Undead Canopy.

After seeing its appearance clearly, it is obviously a bit out of place to call it the White Bone Tower.

Because it is no longer white, but gray, from the inside out, it exudes an indissoluble gray.

This is the color of the shadow energy.

The shadow energy gathered on the White Bone Tower was so thick that the white bones were soaked into gray bones.

It was so dense that the light emanating from the Guards Legion soldiers didn't have time to radiate far before they were overwhelmed by the shadow energy that continued to pour out.

Straight from a personal torch, to a human candle.

There are signs of being overwhelmed by the tide of shadow energy at any moment.

Zheng!

There was a series of clanging sounds in the air.

Sean only felt that his big gun sank, and he couldn't pick up the enemy that hit this time, squeezing the forced spear in the middle, and turning it into a bow.

Drink!

Sean shouted angrily, and slapped his other hand on the tail of the brass camphor gun.

The brass camphor spear that was moaning immediately turned into a pump, and circled around Sean's body one hundred and eighty degrees, and slammed heavily on the undead spirit who had just resisted his gun.

The other party staggered back a few steps in a row, but there was no flying.

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