I don't know a lot about magic cannons, which are weapons of war, but it's not like I haven't seen them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shortly after I first arrived in this world, I saw various magic cannons bombarding the lich in the undead castle of the Anling family, but at that time, I watched from afar, and I didn't feel that the magic cannon was so powerful.

I rolled on the ground a few times, counteracting the power of the magic cannon before I stood up, my clothes had been completely shattered in this explosion, and along with it, I was injured by the flesh spirit's extended flesh, which was nothing more than countless wounds, large and small, and had no effect on my movements.

I looked around, the center of the magic cannonball explosion, now there was only a small crater and countless gray powder, and further out, I could see the shriveled human corpses that were about to turn into powder, and the armor outside their bodies had been deformed, so it seemed that the magic cannonball actually didn't directly hit people.

Just the mixed power of darkness and undead squeezed in from the space on the face of the helmet killed these powerful warriors, so if there was no protection from this armor, then ordinary humans should have turned into powder directly the moment they came into contact with the explosion of this cannonball.

My bones have been able to discern the nature of this power when they come into direct contact with it, and my bones can absorb the undead power in it, but not the dark magic power in it.

Although the power in it is extremely violent, since I can absorb it, it naturally shows that as long as my body is strong enough, then I can absorb the breath of the undead and strengthen myself in the explosion of this constantly firing magic cannonball. Of course, with my current physical condition, I can't reach this level.

An Ling was now by the lich's side, completely unharmed, and it seemed that the lich had pulled An Ling to his side to protect him before the explosion.

But you're just gloating as I get blown up?

"It seems that the magic cannon made by the undead is just like this, and even the undead of their own race can't be blown up." He said this as I looked at the lich.

Well, the reason why I wasn't reminded was that I was asked to test the power of this magic cannon with myself, but if one shot hits, it can kill five or six seven- or eighth-level warriors, is it really appropriate to describe it as "just like this"?

Shortly after the magic cannon began firing, the human assault team all took refuge in the protective shield made by the Holy See of Light. The magic cannon made by the undead has no other effect except for making ripples on the huge golden shield, and it seems that the Holy See of Light has indeed made a bloody investment this time.

The undead stopped shortly after continuing this useless action.

The human generals continued to gather together to hold meetings after the armies retreated one after another, and in my understanding, this situation must be retreated, although the balance of power can be barely equal, but the undead now clearly occupy a geographical advantage, not to mention annihilating them in a short period of time, it would be good to be able to break through their defense line.

But the lich said it was almost impossible to retreat now, and when I asked him why, he only named the name "Humans vs. the Undead Warfare Association".

When I wanted to press on, the lich said that you would understand it when you looked at the future action orders. Well, I'll see.

Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me, and the next order was to wait for the right time to continue fighting.

The countless undead on the periphery began to retreat slowly under some kind of call, sinking into the dark mire or into the corroded tunnels, the bony fortress, if it was expected, it should be filled with countless witches and banshees, and maybe some necromancers who can use human magic or necromancer magic.

In short, in the face of this situation, there is basically no other possibility for human beings except for the continuous bombardment of the mage camp. Human warriors fighting on this complex terrain are basically killing themselves, not to mention that the number of undead is much more than that of humans, even if human warriors themselves do not enter the trap, several undead of the same level can always drag you in.

I don't know how the generals of these countries were persuaded to accept this price, if I were to do so, I would never obey this kind of order at this time, although it is possible to be rejected by the countries of the whole world, so it seems that humanity still has its own way of dealing with the old men of the Undead Warfare Association.

Soon after, countless magicians were the first to assemble, and An Ling was not transferred to the magical camp because of the lich's connection, but stayed with me. They were the first to reach the edge of the golden shield and began to chant softly, even if the voices of so many magicians were whispered, they all came together to form a subtle impact in the sea of my soul. That's the power of the language of magic.

Soon after they chanted, I felt that the surface of the land eroded by the darkness and necromancy began to slowly shake, and the ground, which had not had any earth elementals, gradually began to regain the breath of the earth element, and as far as I could see, the large black earth began to gradually change, and finally completely changed into the most ordinary earth color.

As the color of the land in front of him changed, and the ground was originally full of pitted and undead traps, the ground became flat and solid at a speed visible to the naked eye under the influence of the earth element that radiated from the depths of the ground, and the group of undead hiding in the trap were basically pronounced dead.

Well, they would have died.

After the land was completely leveled, we received an order to advance with tents in our whole army.

The golden shield followed the slow pace of the army, I don't know how the Holy See of Light did it, it stands to reason that such a powerful magic array, except for the ground, basically has nothing but the ground, it can carry such a large amount of energy, since it can be moved, then only the magic array is engraved on some movable medium.

"It's an Azure Slate, I didn't expect that the few remaining pieces of magic relics left by the Magic Empire of the Bright Sect were actually used here by the Bright Sect." The lich watched from behind me as I preached with a huge amount of tent timber on my back.

Could it be that I've been paying attention to this shield for too long? Even the lich can see what I'm thinking. But since he said this kind of thing, then there really is a medium in this world that can carry such a huge amount of energy.

"In this way, we can move forward, but we can't do any damage to the undead!" I said.

"Their idea is probably to sacrifice this group of people to destroy the teleportation array where the undead came to this world, and this group of old guys will only use this method every time." The lich said disdainfully.

I see, if we look at it this way, we can make sense of this kind of advancement.

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