At this time, Kelly tried her best to maintain the [mute] magic to prevent the entire Sigma artillery unit, the Demon King and the others, from moving a little on the battlefield where they were now fighting, so as to suppress St. Giles's perception of the rear as much as possible.

"My lord! A man in a chariot in the army of St. Giles left with a large group of cavalry! ”

High Priest Karl, one of the six hundred and sixty-six priests, was the first to discover this.

As one of the oldest priests, Karl was considered to be the elder and the wise man, and all the priests who did not supply Kelly with magic to maintain the Silent Realm, a super-large controlled legion with a range of three kilometers.

"Good!"

Kelly, who couldn't wait for a long time, immediately canceled the magic, she knew that her aggrieved cover mission was over, and for the attack on her former disciple and Kassandra, who she regarded as her own, and the destruction of the home she had so hard to have again, this grumpy archmage was waiting to release her power.

In this way, Kelly Freya slowly rose into the air, and with her were all the members of the legion-like legion-like black-robed priest legion.

In the original sky, Necromancer Nagash was close to madness, his eyes burning with terrifying green flames, and black necromantic energy erupted from his decaying body like a waterfall into the sky.

At this time, the army of the undead has become more and more terrifying, and as more and more mortal troops have been killed by the undead, more and more terrifying high-level undead have appeared, and their combat power is far from being comparable to those who are summoned out of thin air to rotten corpses and fragile white bones.

The tall undead warrior, seven or eight meters tall, was composed of countless corpses, densely stitched and tightly wound to keep it from shattering.

But such a strange creature, not even a swarm of shots could hurt him, it blocked the view of most archers, leaving them to shoot at the monster that rushed towards it like a rotting wall, and any arrow that seemed to be powerful could hardly inflict any meaningful damage on this behemoth.

The skeletal guards in black armor and black armor, the bright silver armor can withstand almost all attacks, and the most terrifying thing is the shining giant sword in his hand, every slash will shatter the enemy in front of him with the heavy armor, not only for the soldiers, but also for the morale of the Sigma Heavy Armor Corps.

The petite bride of death, who exudes a terrible atmosphere, wears a white wedding dress stained with blood, and sings the hymns of the church on the day she died, sacred songs, and a high-pitched voice full of resentment.

The bloodless women sang aloud, tears still flowing from the corners of their eyes, and the cracked and chipped corners of their fingernails that had been so meditatively groomed filled the dirt of the graves.

"Praise be to the Great Creator—"

They chanted like this, wandering aimlessly across the battlefield.

Their singing is a weapon, and every mortal who listens to it is like being hit hard, and one by one the heavy armored soldiers who were originally fighting vigorously are suddenly bleeding in the song of resentment, and then slowly knelt on the ground, slowly turning into a new corpse warrior.

"Hey, hey, hey, hahahahaha!"

A group of monsters painted with simple and violent paint, as if intending to dress themselves up as "clowns", laughed and jumped around the battlefield, they were not tall, maybe even a little shorter than the naturally short dwarf warriors, but they were the real Grim Reaper.

The long blades replaced the fingers of these little monsters, like knives, easily piercing the gaps in the armor, paralyzing powerful sculptural warriors, and then easily slicing their throats.

[Laughing Son] ridiculous name, this group of dwarf slaughterers who only laugh at themselves have such a name, I really don't know how to describe it.

Snake-like skeletal behemoths, long-dead war mammoths trample hordes of soldiers with their rotten hooves, and the entire front line of the Imperial Army is strewn with corpses.

"Your Majesty!"

Fabius was almost overwhelmed, the blazing flames of holy light had slowly enveloped him, and as long as St. Giles gave the order, he would definitely lead a large number of cavalry to crush these inferior creatures that were attacking his soldiers, or rather, he was not sure if these things were creatures or not.

"Well, you also bring a legion, and be sure to save our troubled legion."

Looking up, St. Giles saw a large group of mages who were gradually rising into the air, this wise king, as a kind of knowledge, knew early that the mage in the middle was the legendary mysterious mage, [Endless One] Weiznan, although I don't know why he only joined the battle now, but he appeared, at least it means that St. Giles no longer has to hide all his strength, and he can also leave a little leeway for himself.

"For the glory of Sigmar!!"

The moment he received the order, six pairs of huge wings of light spread out behind Fabius, and he and his horses galloped out as if they were flying.

And behind him, the taciturn cavalry regiment just silently instigated the war horses, lined up in a line, and followed the charge of the leader.

"Put down the riding gun!"

Just a few hundred meters before the enemy was about to be engaged, the heavy cavalry directly bypassed the friendly fighters who were fighting the enemy, and instead prepared directly from the flank to carry out a surprise attack on the undead army like the sea.

With a loud roar, all the silent cavalry held their long spears high on their chests under their armpits, and the tips of their steel spears that shimmered with cold light were aimed at the enemy in front of them.

"Crush them!"

Fabius was the first to leap high, his armor completely covered in the air, and he was once again the terrifying Celestial Emissary who single-handedly slaughtered an entire clan of nezumen.

The holy sword turned into a flickering warhammer phantom, smashing down towards the densest concentration of undead, and at the same time, the knights like a forest of steel had already struck the unreactive undead creatures.

What are the consequences of an unrivaled will and a weapon forged of steel to make a surprise attack on a galloping horse?

The first undead who were struck were completely crushed, followed by the second, the third... It wasn't until a few dozen meters later that the knight's horse slowed down by the blood-soaked sand, by which time the venerable knight had slain a dozen filthy and terrible-looking undead creatures, turning them back into crumbs and powder.

And what are the consequences of such a warrior, a simultaneous charge of 10,000 people?

When Fabius's Holy Light Judgment cleared the undead creatures from his vision, his cavalry had already emptied the entire left army of the undead who had been impacted, and came to the side of the marshal who was guided by anger!