Dead silence, desolation.

General Atland rode his horse to the fabled Doomsday Plane, greeted by the stench of corpses that made him want to vomit.

Years of military service have made him accustomed to this corpse smell, but what about the enemy?

General Atran looked at the entire plain and there was nothing on the battlefield but corpses... In the distance, there is only a lone wall.

He also thought that this dead plane would be filled with some demons, zergs, abysses, chaos and other monsters, and the church members in Marshal Amter's team had already brought a large number of them.

But there seems to be nothing in this plane, except corpses, only corpses, and a group of bouncing and really cute saviors.

Wrong!

The war horse that General Atran was riding suddenly became extremely uneasy, and there was a strange magic surging on the ground, and the whole ground trembled slightly.

"Big... My lord... Corpse... It's moving! ”

"An army of the undead?"

General Atlan looked at the corpses of the soldiers lying on the battlefield in the distance, supporting their bodies with their broken weapons, slowly rising up in the barren earth, some of them even standing up again in a gravity-defying position.

He stared at a living corpse in heavy armor, and the head of the living corpse soldier also turned to General Atlan, and once again the living corpse soldier raised his sword in an almost slow-motion posture to aim at General Atlan, and the next second a scarlet soul fire burned in its pupils.

"The whole army is ready for battle!" General Atran immediately gave the order, and the soldiers in the front row of the army raised their shields in front of him.

"Crossbowmen! Mage Squad! ”

When the general gave orders in turn, intending to entangle with this army of living corpses in the form of positional warfare.

A three-meter-long oval bomb suddenly fell from the sky.

"That's an alchemy bomb called a quantum bomb! Make your soldiers close their eyes! Fast! The Gunknight's reminder sounded in front of General Atlan.

But it's too late ... The quantum bomb pierced the most densely populated area of the resurrected living corpse soldiers with unmistakable precision, and the scorching flash of light exploded on the battlefield with the sound of explosions.

General Atlan only felt a slight sting in his eyes ...

"What is that! Enemy weapons? General Atland asked loudly.

"An advanced skill in the Holy Spirit called the Gunsmith class." The Lancer replied equally loudly.

"Holy Spirit?"

Atlan forced his eyes open, only to find that there were thirteen more of the same quantum bombs on the battlefield.

"Damn it!" General Atlan felt like his eyes were about to be blinded by these bombs, but it wasn't over yet... The temperature of the entire battlefield dropped suddenly, and several battlefields in the distance were plunged into extremely cold storms and dark purple black holes.

"They're really merciless!" The Lancer shouted again.

"So what?"

"Polar Ice Feast and Annihilation of Black Holes! Advanced skills of the Elementalist! ”

General Atland didn't hear the gunman say anything, for a tiger-like roar could already be heard from the battlefield on the other side.

Magic... In Atlan's opinion, a tiger made of magic power slaughtered all over the battlefield.

"The tiger shook the ground, I remember this trick!" The Lancer said again.

"I know the power of the Holy Spirit! But can their battles be a little organized! ”

General Atland raised his voice and shouted loudly to the spear knight, Now the environment on the battlefield has been completely chaotic, and various skill effects are flying all over the battlefield.

What General Atlan envisioned as positional warfare had turned into chaotic street fighting, or simply a war of magic fighting.

"Get out of the way! You NPCs are in my way! ”

As soon as General Atran asked this question, a vehicle with a drill bit fell from the sky, making a 'sudden' sound like a tractor, and sped towards the battlefield in the distance.

The appearance of this car also led to the formation that Marshal Atran had managed to assemble with great difficulty... Self-defeating.

"The car is a frost drill car, something made by a profession called a magician, and the Holy Spirit are all fighting on their own, and only a small number of people will team up." The Lance Knight continued to help General Atland educate the living habits of the Holy Spirit.

"Why are these NPCs blocking the way, can you give way?"

General Atland heard a dull sound behind him again, and he looked back, and almost drew his sword and cut off the Holy Spirit.

In fact, there were already soldiers who couldn't help but do it, but he didn't hit it.

A demon... A demon with a physique that is a full two meters tall.

"Demons! Why are there demons here! General Atran shouted in disbelief, but his attempts to swing his sword were blocked by the Lance Knight.

"That's the Avengers, a branch of the profession chosen by the priests of the Holy Spirit, and I've inquired about it, though they say they've given their bodies and minds to demons... But... How to explain it. "The Gunslinger really didn't know how to explain it.

But the Avenger player with the Hetu ID on his head glanced at General Atrang, who was overly aggressive.

"You look like you're stressed so you're bald, and for the sake of the same kind of people, I'll milk you." He was kind enough to unleash a slow cure on the general.

Under the general's somewhat broken gaze, the demon used its sharp claws to snuggle up a spell full of holy light on his head.

Then he felt the baptism of light.

After unleashing his healing skills, the Avenger player ran towards the battlefield in the distance without looking back.

"I still advise your soldiers to make way for the Holy Spirit." The Spear Knight glanced at the Holy Spirits pouring out of the rift in space-time and said.

"And what are we going to do with the soldiers?" General Atland asked, puzzled.

"Taling told us that we only need to hold this place, and give the Holy Spirits some support, if necessary, we can sell some potions to those Holy Spirits, and if you take the magic stone as a reward, you can entrust the Holy Spirits to do some tasks."

The Lancer began to teach General Atland how to be an NPC in a dungeon.

"This applies to your soldiers who have been lost in this apocalyptic plane." The Lancer said again.

"Do you believe in these unknown saviors?"

General Atran listened to the description of the spear knight as if he were saying to lay down his arms and sit back and wait for victory.

But those living corpses are not ordinary undead, they ate several powerful skills of the Holy Spirit without falling to the ground.

"If you plan to participate in this melee, I won't stop you, His Majesty the King has given me an order to defend the plane of the Tower of Trials, not to attack, and as for your decision in the Dark Flame Country, it has nothing to do with us."

The Lancer pointed to the battlefield in the distance where explosions, frost, and hurricanes were intertwined.