In the last mile outside Allen City, the Flying Dragon Sky Cavalry on the horizon was already in sight.

"Judging from the previous investigation report, the number of undead residing in Allen is not large, but the quality should be relatively high. The lord gave his last advice before the battle, "Don't be careless. ”

Richard responded to a silence as the team automatically formed a vector attack formation. Their eyes were as calm as water, as if they were not about to face a big battle, but just an outing.

Taking a neat step, the tiger spirit has a light and swiftness that does not match the tall figure. Like a fierce tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, it will lay dormant and launch a fatal blow to its prey!

They are obviously infantry, but in terms of speed and momentum, they are probably much more terrifying than most cavalry!

As an agricultural town, Cologne has little city defense to speak of. It was ravaged by the Pompeii expeditionary force and the undead one after another, and basically only a large white land remained.

Richard was going to take someone to touch the cold knife around him, and he would definitely take advantage of it if he had no intention of beating him.

But for the undead, a relatively high rank often means relatively intelligent, and even if they have the same kind of aura on them, they still realize that something is wrong at least a thousand yards away, and they roar in response.

In an instant, it was like a stone suddenly thrown into the surface of a calm lake, stirring up layers of waves. The undead wandering around the ruins of the town began to assemble, dragging their filthy and rotten bodies to launch a counterattack.

In this case, there is no need to maintain the semi-undead state any longer.

Suddenly, the breath of the living seduced the resuscitators even more! Running, yelling, tearing, and their hideous faces were full of hatred! Like evil spirits from hell, they only want to devour all the living!

The Tiger Spirit Hunter stopped unhurriedly and began to shoot freely calmly. Their proud archery skills are at this distance, and in the face of ordinary zombie mummies and the like, they can almost destroy an enemy with a single arrow.

Triple shooting, which is quite a high-level archer skill for other races, is basically the standard among tiger spirit warriors, and individual excellent ones can even play tricks such as four consecutive shots and five consecutive shots.

A thousand people, but the rain of arrows shot was definitely enough to suppress four or five archer brigades at the same time.

If they faced the same number of cavalry, they would not need infantry to protect them, and they would be able to shoot their opponents in the way of the charge!

But in the face of those big guys with stronger muscles and thicker flesh, the effect of arrows, a weapon that relies on piercing to cause damage, can only be said to be improvised, and no matter how accurate it is, it is difficult to achieve a fatal blow.

Not only the stitching monsters, Richard even saw a lot of zombies that looked like giant rhinos! This famous half-orc pillar is more than three and a half blades tall, but it stands to reason that it has been extinct for an unknown number of years.

The last time it appeared on the continent was back in the early days of the Elven Empire, when humans hadn't even figured out what magic was.

The Giant Rhino is known for its skin, which is not inferior to armor, and if it appears on the battlefield in heavy armor, it will become a meat grinder that can run rampant almost unscrupulously!

And now after being transformed into a zombie, the defense will only be stronger and will not be weakened!

Even if the strength of the Tiger Spirit's armor-piercing heavy arrow is already exaggerated, it often has to shoot more than a dozen rounds in the head to take down one. And these big guys are not stupid, they actually know how to hide the key points with shields or arms.

"Grab the small ones and don't waste your energy on them. Richard rolled his hands into a trumpet over his mouth and shouted loudly.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, it happened to experiment with whether the "infantry priest coordination tactics" were reasonable or not.

There was almost no delay in the command of the elite, and as soon as the target turned, the ordinary undead suddenly began to suffer again, and only let those big, thick-skinned and fleshy men over.

They probably felt the aura of victory, wielding their weapons more and more excitedly, unaware of the approaching danger.

"Let's eat!" the lord sneered. Raise the magnetic gun, and "bang" personally send a giant rhino zombie back to eternal darkness.

The explosion was the signal, and then the hundreds of holy light spells that had already been gathering momentum slowly floated past.

For living creatures, the Holy Light Technique is the lowest level of divine art that can heal minor injuries, and it is gentle and harmless. But when it hits the resuscitator, the effect is simply not too strong!

The two energies, whose attributes are completely opposed, begin to neutralize each other as soon as they come into contact. Embodied in the body of the undead, the gentle holy light is like concentrated sulfuric acid ablating the body at this moment, extremely terrifying!

They don't feel pain, but even then they are wailing! It was the last trace of the twisted soul left in the world when it was about to dissipate!

Whether it's a giant rhino zombie or a stitching monster, they are all extremely vulnerable in the face of the Holy Light Divine Gathering Fire!

You must know that this is only the lowest level of divine art, even if this group of half-monk two-knife priests can put five or six in a row effortlessly!

At the same time, Higuain happened to lead the Wyvernzers to the sky above the battlefield, swooping down and throwing a dense burst of black dots at the densest concentration of the undead.

The black dots don't look big, and the momentum of the fall is not violent. It is foreseeable that even a skeleton soldier cannot be killed by kinetic energy alone.

After falling to the ground, there was a clatter and shattering. It was filled with a clear, milky white liquid that splashed everywhere as the container exploded—it was the holy water that the lord had gotten from the church.

To be honest, it was easier to ask them to cooperate in terms of the timing of the attack, but so much holy water almost didn't force Bishop Paul to hang himself on the spot.

If it weren't for the lord's skin, he would have used all kinds of threats and tricks. Even if the royal family of Pompeii endorsed him, it would be absolutely impossible to get nearly half of the inventory of the Pompeii church at one time.

In the end, it is not distressing to use the things that are picked up for nothing, and it is impossible for another person to be willing to use them so squandering!

But the effect is also extremely significant, this kind of almost extravagant super-equivalent strike, directly blowing up the undead's offensive in all directions.

The Ripper's warriors put away their bows and arrows and replaced them with melee weapons, and rushed into the city of Allen in a whirlwind.

On the main road, countless undead spirits stand silently, silent as sculptures in the face of the most hated living. There was a clearing between them, and an old man in a sky-blue bishop's robe stood in the center.

He was holding a green book, his eyes like they were glued to it, and he didn't want to move it for a moment.

"How dare you!" The voice was like a twisted viper, cold and slippery, "how dare you desecrate the Holy Land!"

In Pompeii, which has a deep foundation in the belief in the goddess of ice and snow, most people can understand his identity just by seeing that dress, and Richard is certainly no exception - the patriarch of the Church of the goddess of ice and snow, and Sebas is crowned.

Since leaving Pompeii, he has never been seen in public again. Many people have speculated that he was persecuted and died, but now it seems that he was purely a fool's errand.