"The Shadows have guided us here, what is it to help our plans? Or are we too unlucky? ”

In a village that had been abandoned for some time, a shadow priest in a gray linen robe held an ebony staff inlaid with white hedron and looked into the distance in a deep tone.

"Maybe it's the language that has led us here to give our strength again."

A female believer in a hooded coat walked up to her and stroked the book that had been consecrated by the Church with her hand, black streamers weaving between her fingers.

"Perhaps, but if I don't make a move, we'll waste this opportunity to show goodwill."

The Shadow Priest unfastened his cloak and chanted a spell. As he continued to chant, the cloak did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, and the dark blue soul mist gathered again, holding it up, and the flickering soul flame became the eyes of this ghost.

"For Nakmalsu."

Hollow echoes spread through the air, and the dark green energy scythe was held in the ghost's hand. At his call, in the clearing around these Shadow Cultists, the warriors of white bones broke through the ground, and the troops of souls began to assemble.

The cultists of the Church of Shadows used their summoning magic, and a dozen of them summoned almost five hundred undead soldiers in two minutes. Commanded by the priest and the ghost, the dead charged towards the griffon army in the distance, leaving a frosty chill in their wake.

To the east, in the direction of Leon's army, a large flying ship with a very different appearance from other warships was passing through the battlefields of the two empires unhurriedly. Strangely, in the face of this spaceship, neither of the warring sides chose to attack it, but instead released a path for them to pass. There was even a dragon knight who put aside other things and flew over specifically to escort them forward. There is no other reason, just because there is a very obvious "Tianhua flag" on this ship, and there are hundreds of emissaries with oriental faces on board.

To the south, several carriages with golden spires were led by white horses, flanked by heavily armed and white-cloaked heavy cavalry guards on horseback, holding the banner of the Holy See and whispering as they looked at the elemental light and flying dragons on the battlefield to the north. A head wearing a priest's crown poked out of the carriage, and he scolded the team a few times, telling them that "darkness" was coming, and that they were to hurry over to "cleanse" the heretics.

The battle situation became more and more chaotic, and even Louis could not have imagined that an undead army would suddenly appear to help them. There are not many of these troops, but each of their combat skeletons is not inferior to level 7 skeleton warriors, they are all fully armed and have the same combat experience as ordinary people, and they are very strong warriors in their lifetimes. And the ghosts, which are almost immune to physical damage, have caused chaos among the griffon troops. They may not be many in number or have a strong attack, but the enemies that can't be killed are always annoying, like a swarm of large mosquitoes flying overhead.

And after these undead troops joined the battle, all kinds of cursed magic also spread among the griffin army, because the griffin empire distrusts the Holy See and does not have enough experienced priests, these magic have a very negative impact on the imperial warriors, and directly weaken the combat effectiveness of the infected troops by thirty percent.

Louie looked around and made sure that there were no witches present, so he was even more puzzled, as clever as he could not understand where the undead came from and why they would help them.

"It would be nice to have an oil video recorder so that we could analyze the war report after the war."

Louis sighed, reluctantly picked up the binoculars, and called a few archers to help him record the situation on the battlefield and the details that needed to be paid attention to. This time, Louie's heart was much more steady, and it was only a matter of time before he solved the battle outside the fortress.

However, the things that made Louie feel incredible were not over. It wasn't the Oriental Flying Boat that seemed to remain neutral, nor the small force to the south that was still unrecognizable. What really surprised him were the familiar and strange warriors from the West.

The helpers are not just these mysterious people with the Wyvern Chariot and undead magic called by Fang Zi, in the west, a familiar but completely untouched army has also arrived. Their appearance was the most shocking thing for Louie. They are allies, but who would have thought that allies thousands of miles away would suddenly appear here?

However, no one would ignore the wings of the huge wyvern, the outstretched wings had turned red, and the body tens of meters long cast huge shadows on the ground. Behind this huge flying dragon was an air force like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun, sweeping in. A hundred propeller-propeller ascending aircraft were at the front of the legion, and the guns, already filled with gunpowder and shells, were looking for their targets. The heavily armored undead marching in a phalanx were arranged behind them, as strong and destructive as a siege vehicle floating in the air. And then there's the tens of thousands of undead armies of different colors and ranks, with terrifying screams, sturdy arms waving, and black water balls of terrifying corrosiveness in their claws. There are even quite a few large undead and black-winged undead sitting on the backs of many soldiers from the royal family and tribes. And in the midst of this army, there were hundreds of large balloons, which formed swarms, or hung hanging baskets, and the baskets of the balloons were filled with bombs and bombers. Either that, or a king-sized barrel with a group of skeletons waiting to appear.

But even more surprising were the two warships on either side of the air cluster, which were similar in size to the Drake-class floating battleships introduced by Subic, but with a wide deck and those elemental attack towers on the deck. The ships were hung with huge canvases with red warhammers, artisan hammers, and scythes crossed patterns. Even though Louis hadn't actually seen it, he knew what it was and what it symbolized.

[The strongest of the hosts, the ruler of the Federal Republic of Tada, the leader of the people, the leader of the Red Party, the conqueror of the three western kingdoms, the master and master of the power of evil, and my supreme master. 】

On the dragon's back, the voice said humbly.

[They should be grateful to you, Most High, that you will be their savior, and that you will rule over everything...]

"Of course I can."

Wang Shengzhe, who was sitting on the throne on the dragon's back, smiled, his eyes revealing the color of gold and blood.