In the southern part of the Great Wasteland, near the borders of orc territory in the traditional sense, there is a strange land. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Regardless of the weather, the sky in this area will be covered with dark clouds.

Under the thick clouds, the land seemed even more silent and desolate.

There doesn't seem to be any life going on here.

In addition to the sparse dead wood, only the occasional white bone with a little carrion in the grass is more eye-catching.

The damp and cold wind carries the stench of rotting corpses, whimpering and rolling up the black floating earth, which can make the hearts of all intelligent beings who yearn for beauty feel depressed.

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In the center of this area is a black castle.

It's huge, eerie, and has an ominous aura that makes one unconsciously conclude that it's the source of all the strangeness around it.

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this day.

This land, which had been relatively silent, suddenly became lively.

It's the undead.

Countless skeletons emerge from the black, fishy-smelling dirt, and wandering zombies and high-level ghosts and vampires that stand up from time to time, and the number of undead is almost in the tens of thousands.

There is even a huge zombie dragon flying above the castle.

They're all screaming, far away, somewhere to the north.

In the sky, on the huge head of the undead dragon, stood a thin figure in a black robe.

It was a human being.

Although the body of this strange human hidden in the black robe looks so weak, I believe that no one will doubt his strength.

The mere fact that he could stand on the head of an undead dragon that was at least transcendental-level said it all.

There were also several flickering balls of light floating around the black-robed man, and a clear-eyed person would know that they were high-level nature spirits when they looked at their dark golden dazzling light.

They seemed to be gazing with the black-robed man with him at the north where the undead were staring.

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Northern.

A few hundred kilometers north of the castle is the Grand Canyon of Salas.

The canyon is so vast that it seems that it would not be a problem to fit a small city.

However, the exits at both ends of the canyon are narrow, and there is no way to draw water.

Looking at the mouth of the gorge, hundreds of meters high cliffs and sharp red peaks rise head-on, and it seems that leading troops to defend this gorge will make it impossible for the creatures in the valley to escape.

This is indeed a dangerous place.

Usually, it's off the beaten track.

Now, it's a noisy battlefield of metal and blood.

There were hundreds of thousands of troops in the valley who were fighting together.

On one side, there is an army of the living who are outnumbered, healthy, strong, and well-equipped humans.

On the other side, there are fragile but agile skeletons and sluggish but sturdy zombies.

While valiant human warriors can turn several times the inferior undead into incapacitated bones, the scales of victory seem to be tipping in favor of these fearless and tireless undead legions as fallen human soldiers are transformed into new necrons by enemy lichs.

It seems that there has to be some kind of surprising tactic to break this deadlock.

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Really.

Back to the south, a few hundred kilometers away, behind the castle under the dark clouds, a small cavalry detachment appeared that detoured back there.

They were speeding through the relatively sparsely arranged undead towards the position of the black-robed man.

The riders are all purebred war horses with one in a hundred under their crotches, and they seem to have been blessed with swiftness and light spirit skills, and their speed is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Among them, the five horses in the leading position are actually Cohen thoroughbreds, known as the king of horses.

The tall and heroic posture in the gallop, the flying pure white mane and the untired posture in the long-distance high-load gallop, almost make people think that they have seen the gods among the beasts.

This rare war horse seems to be only kept by the royal family of the Human Holy Light Empire and a few old noble families.

The five people who use this kind of horse as a mount must be different.

As if to test this view, the five unusual riders, who had already seen the final enemy, suddenly sped up.

In just a few minutes, the handsome blonde knight at the front of the line had already stabbed the ghoul closest to the zombie dragon with a spear blessed with holy light.

The beautiful woman of the White Elf Clan beside him had already unfurled a crystal longbow glowing with green light towards the zombie dragon in the sky.

But the black-robed man standing on the dragon's head didn't seem to have the energy to care about the sneak attacker until this time, he only let out a few silent mental fluctuations, and then turned his attention to the distant battlefield again.

With his command, the undead below had already moved towards the sparsely defended place.

And the zombie dragon also carried him to spread his wings and dodge.

However, the dazzling green glow emitted by the white elf woman with the longbow in her hand still hit the root of the zombie dragon's left wing.

Although the zombie dragon, which is the undead of the dragon race, has a strong body stronger than steel, and although the light is so thin compared to the huge body of the zombie dragon, its left wing is still blown away.

With a loud bang, the zombie dragon fell from a high altitude to the ground.

Dusty.

The black-robed man didn't fall with him, and halfway through he cast a flying spell to stay in the air.

The hood of his black robe moved by the change, revealing his rotten face and long, dry and gray hair.

Although this face is hideous and terrifying, for some reason it gives people a delicate feeling that completely contradicts the hideous.

It's weird.

Frowning, the black-robed man made a few magic gestures.

A new group of low-level undead emerged from the ground and surrounded the encircled squad.

The human toll soon increased again.

Such a delay in unleashing a spell seemed to have adversely affected the undead army on the battlefield far away, and the black-robed man looked a little impatient.

He quickly sent a few new spiritual commands to the group of undead below again, and then turned his attention back to the distance.

The black-robed man didn't seem to care about this sparsely numbered commando team.

Presumably, it seemed to him that the dense undead beneath him would easily deal with these seemingly elite invaders.

In particular, there are many high-level undead gathered here, including an undead dragon.

Sure enough, as if he didn't notice that he had lost a wing and fell again, the zombie dragon turned its head and spewed a poisonous breath at the invaders surrounded by the newly summoned skeletons.

This poisonous mist of dragon flame is unique to this zombie dragon that has obviously been specially blessed with magic, in addition to the extremely corrosive nature of ordinary undead dragon breath, it also has the high temperature of a living dragon dragon dragon that can melt metal. It can dissolve and evaporate a mammoth in an instant.

At the critical moment, a huge white divine light shroud spread out above the heads of several people.

The undead dragon's breath quickly corroded the ground around the shield into a hole several meters deep, but everyone under the protection of the shield was unscathed.

High Holy Shield.

This is the most core member of the Church of Light, and at least it is also a divine technique that can only be used by the sacrificial priests of the Grandmaster level.

The blonde knight who took the lead nodded to his savior, the beautiful silver-haired white-robed woman who opened the curtain of light.

Then, with a sharp swing of the knight's spear, he slashed several blades of light made of holy golden light in all directions.

With the sound of explosions and slashing, a large number of newborn, low-level undead turned into broken bones and rotten flesh.

Behind him, the tall red-haired man with a tall giant sword followed the path he had cleared and began to charge at the zombie dragon.

Relying on his superb riding skills and the blessing of the white-robed woman, the red-haired warrior successfully rushed to the body of the undead dragon under the violent and dense attacks of the undead.

The valiant warrior leaped off his horse and slashed his sword into the zombie dragon's massive belly.

The magically blessed sword suddenly flashed with a red light, slicing through a large area of dry rotten flesh, creating a large, striking wound.

However, compared to the huge size of the zombie dragon, this trauma is really nothing.

Unaffected by the zombie dragon's movements, it shook its head and aimed its terrifying foul-smelling mouth full of huge sharp teeth at the red-haired samurai who had just landed.

It's going to breathe again.

Meanwhile.

As a rhythmic spell came to an end, the red-robed old man, who had stayed a little farther away with the white-robed woman, raised his long wooden staff to the zombie dragon.

The ruby at the tip of the staff shot a fireball more than a man tall.

The fireball was blue, and it seemed to condense a sea of fire, and as soon as it appeared, it vaporized the moisture in the air around the mage.

The fireball was so solid and massive, it didn't look like something that could fly fast.

But it was as fast as an arrow, and it seemed that it had already hit the throat of the zombie dragon a hundred meters away.

A huge explosion and a huge wave of qi immediately occurred, blasting half of the neck and shoulders of the undead dragon made of hard, air-dried muscles like rock, forming a large charred crater.

The flames of magic still attached to the wounds of the undead dragon and continued to burn, as if it had a tendency to burn the entire dragon head to the ground.

However, with the high-temperature flames that refused to be extinguished, the zombie dragon continued to move its powerful and huge body quickly, waving its huge claws and tail to continue to attack, looking relaxed and casual but powerful.

It seems that the blue fireball that seems to be able to kill a living dragon with amazing magic resistance is not very effective for the already dead zombie dragon, and only interrupts its breathing.

The surrounding low-level undead and humans were instantly crushed to pieces as soon as they were caught in its attack range.

These humans, who have managed to get here, look like they've come to die.

The five most powerful people were obviously the core of the attacking team, but it seemed that the five of them could not do anything about this powerful zombie dragon for the time being.

And while they were being suppressed by the zombie dragons, the human team was almost completely dead and wounded.

These five people were also in danger, and the first to be unable to support them was the white-robed woman who was responsible for defense, blessing, and healing.

She seemed exhausted.

Seeing this, the blonde knight seemed to suddenly make up his mind.

He made a few gestures to the people behind him with a resolute look.

Seems to be some kind of code.

The white-robed woman seemed to want to say something after seeing this gesture.

However, in the end, she didn't say anything, but quickly blessed the other party with a defensive magic - "Father's Armor".

For a moment, a substantial white glow seemed to form a metallic armor that protected the blonde knight along with his mount.

The knight suddenly drove the king of horses under his crotch, urging the golden holy light, and rushed towards the direction of the man in black like an arrow.

The holy light is getting stronger and stronger, and the compelling light also represents the incomparably powerful power, and many low-level undead who were close to each other were blown away by the knight's holy light before the soul core was blown away, and they fell to the ground limply.

The knight was overdrawing his life, and the brighter and more condensed the light at this moment, the shorter the knight's life remained after this assault, which had clearly cost his life.

At first, the horses were still running on the ground, but as the flying spell of the old mage in red robe ended, the handsome knight and the steed's war horse turned into a golden light and soared into the sky.

Overwhelming.

The knights, who had been struggling in the group of undead, felt much less stressed, and looked distracted, only to see that the undead had abandoned the object of the siege one after another, and rushed towards a figure composed of light that flew in the sky like a god. The indestructible spear of the human statue, with an indomitable momentum, stabbed straight towards the man in black.

The undead tried to block it, and several black shadows quickly stopped in front of the golden light, they were the high-level undead, including physically unharmed ghosts, physical vampires and gargoyles with strong physical strength and strong resilience.

These types of undead are already strong, and these undead, as the guards of the black-robed people, seem to be the strongest in their respective groups.

If they join forces to stop it, even the dragons will be stopped.

However, the knight's divine brilliance was so unstoppable that the few powerful undead who stood in front of him were wrenched to pieces.

Some of the knights had even cheered, as if their heroes had assassinated the evil leader of the undead.

However, the black-robed man didn't respond much at all, just flew away a little bit into the distance.

He clearly didn't think the imposing blonde knight could pose a threat to him.

Sure enough, the undead dragon suddenly leaped in front of the knight's light at a speed disproportionate to its huge body, and the loss of a wing did not affect the powerful undead creature from rushing into the sky.

The power of the brilliance was finally stopped, and the knight's Mithril spear finally stabbed into the zombie dragon's chest without a handle, shattering the hard flesh there into a large piece that could be seen to the bone.

The detached knight fell with the undead dragon that had lost its wings, and the holy light had dimmed.

But his opponent did not lose his mobility, and although the zombie dragon, which had been burning with his sword and slashing without any trouble, let out a painful scream from the burning light, it seemed to be only provoked.

It snapped out a claw, a huge claw the size of a carriage slamming into the blonde knight's body with a suffocating wind pressure.

The knight was knocked away.

He spewed a breath of blood mist in the air, and although the protection of the white-robed woman's divine magic and the blocking action of his giant claw when he was on the ground saved his life, he had clearly lost the ability to fight again.

The hordes of undead gathered on the ground were already waiting for him, and it was impossible for this powerful knight to survive.

However, the expression of the dying blonde knight was a kind of relief after the goal had been achieved.

He looked at the red-haired soldier who was obviously unable to come to the rescue but still rushed towards him, and quietly muttered: "Farr, thank you, but it's all up to Sativa ......"

As soon as the knight's voice fell, the black-robed man's body flashed with light, and several ornaments that were originally flashing with a strange light also lost their brilliance at the same time.

Those were a few defensive spells that could be called absolute defense, as well as a few magic weapons that served as defensive missions.

"The Great Split?"

The black-robed man understood that this was the work of an old mage who was at least an extraordinary rank, but he didn't pay much attention to it either, but signaled the mage's position to a few powerful undead spirits and quickly flew farther away, and blessed himself with an "absolute magic barrier".

It seems that just like the attitude towards the blonde knight, the black-robed man also doesn't want to give this mortal high-strength mage a chance to engage in a magical offensive and defensive battle with himself, the undead will handle it well, and he still has a big battle to deal with in the distance.

However, a dazzling green light suddenly lit up, and in a split second, it flashed from the ground and disappeared into the sky.

The dazzling green glow shattered the elves around the black-robed man who were trying to block it, and then pierced through the black-robed man's thin body.

The High Elves, whose defense can easily resist the Imperial Army's siege crossbows, and the "Absolute Magic Barrier", which can defend against almost all supernatural powers, did not cause the slightest obstacle.

A surprising ending.

As if he had only come back to his senses at this time, the black-robed man slowly raised his right hand and tried to cover the wound on his chest.

However, before he could complete this action, he fell from the sky.

During the fall, he noticed the culprit.

The white elf hunter who had taken advantage of the fact that all the undead had been drawn to the knight and the mage, had sneaked up on him at some point.

The ending seems to have been dramatically doomed again.

However, the black-robed man suddenly stubbornly recited the incantation—it was the first time he had recited it aloud in this battle.

He made a slightly hoarse female voice, and this black-robed man who had always had the upper hand on both battlefields near and far was actually a woman.

As the incantation ended, which was too short to react to, black smoke engulfed everything in a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers......

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The generals of the undead army hundreds of kilometers away all died inexplicably, and the low-level undead lost control and began to dangle aimlessly......

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"No one in history can destroy a country with the power of one person, only one person almost did it.

It was because of him that the Church of Light began to officially join the ............ of the imperial management.

He is the greatest taboo in the Holy Light Empire, the evil dark wizard - the black devil.

No one knows where he came from, no one has ever seen him for what he really is, no one even knows his real name, but his evil reputation has surpassed that of all the famous people in history.

Cruel and powerful, he is in charge of an army of evil undead, and has raided the cities of the Empire many times.

In the forty-fourth year of the imperial calendar, his necronomic even attacked and killed the emperor Wright II, who was out on a cruise.

And because the emperor had no adult heir, the political situation in the empire was extremely chaotic, and even civil strife could break out at any time.

At this time, the Pope supported the overall situation, supported the little prince and commanded the imperial army to carry out an unprecedented encirclement and suppression of the black devils.

A year later, the Imperial Army attacked his Mage Tower, the Black Castle in the depths of the Great Wilderness.

Tens of thousands of people were killed, including many famous heroes.

Among them, the five people who led the raid mission at that time and killed the Dark Devil by surprise - the chief archmage of the palace, Grand. Green, Praetorian Guard commander Farr. Renault, Grand Master of the Royal Knights, Matt. Ambassador of the European and White Elf Empires. Hawkeye and Jane, who served as the First Rank Officer of the Holy See. Her Royal Highness Princess Wright is the most famous.

They are known as the "Five Heroes" by the populace.

Their deeds became the main source of poetry for the bards thereafter.

The White Elves' artifact, the Forest Light, was also lost in this battle............"

―――――― History of the Holy Light Empire

(Wedge, end.) ）