Under the glow of the undead killer and the chant of the Word, the enemies automatically disintegrated into pieces.

This is an indisputable fact, but after advancing for miles in such an invincible manner, knocking down and crushing countless dry skeletons and zombies, the transcendent spell can no longer directly disconnect the necromantic body from the soul, but can only cause the soul and body to be partially condensed, and the coalition must take the initiative to destroy their bodies in order to truly kill them, and ingest their souls into the Bracelet of Rest to seal them.

This is not a very big situation, the low-level undead's already low agility is even more unbearable after being weakened by the spell, and they have been directly killed without making any decent attacks.

But this is also the problem, whether it is a knight on a war horse or a alien warrior running on the ground, it was originally "stepped" all the way to the past, but now it has become a "collision" all the way to the past, although it is still moving forward without casualties, but the physical exertion caused by this change is not a level at all, and the original speed is no longer enough after being blocked exactly, if it is blocked by the necromancers, then it is really over.

So the coalition forces finally began to accelerate and began to charge in the true sense of the word.

The knight who rode the war horse with superb riding skills lowered his center of gravity, swung his weapon as he swept past the undead who had not been knocked down, and slashed towards the center of the sea of death with the still dazzling holy light.

Xiao Lan didn't make a move, but it wasn't just that he didn't make a move. The Knights of the Round Table, the Templars, and the Nightmare Legion around him did not make a move, and although they were at the forefront of the army, they had not even drawn their swords behind their backs. Just watched the waves of bone rotting flesh beside him rise higher and higher under the charge.

- But the time soon came for them to make a move.

Behind the charge of the troops, countless skeletons and corpses were gathering again. No matter how powerful and powerful the impact of the coalition is, the undead just silently, like flowing water, quietly refill the gaps that have been broken away, making people feel a deep sense of powerlessness that they cannot resist once they stop advancing.

So I didn't dare to stop. It must not stop.

They kept rushing and killing, all around them were shouts and the sound of weapons slashing at bones. The sound of bones shattering. In a strange and majestic concerto with the chant, fragments of the dead rain down like snow. Time seemed to stand still in this strange killing, only the constant rush and the killing remained.

It seems like a hundred years have passed. And then...... The advance of the great army froze.

The shouts and hooves of horses, the sound of slashing and slashing around are still the same. The rush in the light still seemed unstoppable, but like a fish swimming rapidly in the water suddenly crashed into a cloud of oil, the speed of the coalition began to slow down, and it was no longer unstoppable, and it could no longer advance with crushing momentum.

The sky is still an all-engulfing dead gray, and the periphery of the army is still an endless endless list of dead creatures with no end in sight, only these are no longer fragile skeletons and zombies, but skeletons and zombie warriors with real weapons. And the sea of the dead around them was no longer as calm as it had been when they first rushed in. Huge skeletal monsters began to rush forward like chariots, and translucent ghosts began to float in the air. The skeletal archer holding the bow of bones shot arrows in his hand, and the corpse witch holding the elemental brilliance in his hand began to explode pieces of death flowers.

There are still more than ten kilometers to go to the target, but casualties are already inevitable.

The arrows glowing with faint green phosphorescent light fell densely like rain, most of them were blocked by the raised shield or the weapon in their hands was blocked, but it was still said that a small number of unstoppable and unavoidable attacks passed through the gap in the defense, and fiercely nailed to the bodies of the war horses and warriors to inject the cursed breath of death into their bodies, depriving them of their vitality and making them fall into weakness, so that they could no longer resist the more arrows that followed and the attacks coming from their sides, Xiao Lan also saw a lot of dark green bursting fireballs flying overhead, These obvious attacks are easier to dodge than arrows, but once they hit, they are not as gentle as arrows, and several warriors in the rear are completely blown up with men and horses, and when he lands, he is knocked to the ground by the necromancers who have been waiting there......

The smell of blood began to permeate, and the waves stirred up by the charge were no longer just the wreckage of the undead, but the mournful cries of warriors and horses began to mingle with shouts and chants.

The advancing coalition forces were already full of flesh and blood, but the warriors in front had just sprinkled their own flesh and blood on the bodies of the skeleton zombies, and their bodies that had just died immediately began to be infected by the gray breath of death, but before the necromancy was completed, the warriors behind had already crushed them together with the undead, and the holy light and countless thunderous horses' hooves rolled together, and even the wreckage was all wiped out, and the painful and distorted phantom was submerged in the golden bracelet in Merlin's hand, lest these valiant warriors become puppets enslaved by the King of the Necromancy.

It was already a tragic battle, but the knights still didn't make a move, they were still waiting for some moment of truth.

However, the Nightmare Legion, which has been following the coalition forces but has not attacked...... They moved.

Although the true elites who have completed the transformation are still silent, those parasites wearing Saxon skins let out a roar, and their eyes have been completely filled with red, and they have directly entered a state of "madness" similar to berserkers, and at the same time they let out a muffled cry of anguish like losing their minds, and all their abilities have become deformed tumors, and then they are running and jumping with giant swords, battle axes, and flails with Nordic characteristics, and they are driven by the thirst for battle and the desire to kill that have not diminished at all after being parasitized. This army, which had already been completely frenzied, rushed out of the ranks of the coalition forces at such an accelerated pace, and took the initiative to rush towards death with a more frantic attitude than the swarming necromancers.

In front of them, even the skeleton monsters that were several people tall were directly cut down and knocked down, and they were dismantled into pieces like crazy without struggling, and the other zombie skeletons were as fragile as burnt charcoal, scattered and shattered under the bombardment of heavy weapons, and in the face of those flying arrow magic, even if it was enough to kill, it was not dodged, and only smashed and crushed them with their bodies along with all the skeletons and corpses in front of them, And after they fell down like hedgehogs full of arrows and were blown to pieces, these corpses were not eroded by the breath of death and began to necromantize, but a snake-like alien hatchling jumped out of the body, quickly devouring the host's flesh and blood to become an elite or ordinary alien to join the battlefield again!

And under their furious roar, howl, slashing, and slashing, the coalition army's slowed forward speed was re-raised, and the waves of undead wreckage that crashed out in front of them were larger, fiercer, and more brilliant, but after advancing for miles like this, the coalition's pace was once again hindered.

There are still a few kilometers to the goal, but this last distance is like forever than ever.

There is not much left of the rampaging berserkers who are rushing forward in front of them for injuries, and the necromantic aura in the space is already as rich as substance, even the blessings of the priests cannot completely resist this heavy dead air, every breath is like inhaling countless poisonous spikes in the lungs, echoing each other from the inside out, the madness that echoes each other from the inside out devours and corrodes all the vitality, and at the same time, countless corpse witches and skeleton archers also began to gather from all directions, and poisonous arrows and fireballs rained down on the heads of the coalition forces, The sea of necromancers in front of it has also been completely boiling, all of them are high-level undead converted from high-level swordsmen and knights, charging towards the coalition forces frantically and rationally, after the remaining five hundred or so berserkers continue to roar and rush towards them, the collision of the two forces decided the victory in just a few breaths.

The berserkers didn't even knock down a single enemy, and they were already torn apart by their skill.

It was completely one-sided, but after the dark shadows in the coalition moved, the situation changed back to the other side again.

Faster, more powerful, stronger.

In addition to the empress wearing the dragon soul demon soldier on her hand, more than 20 royal guards with more than 2,000 elite warriors, the transformed alien warriors in the Nightmare Legion rushed out at this moment, with super explosive power, they only left a broken afterimage when they ran, and what they brought was the result of smashing the enemy with weapons and bodies, and they were enough to dominate this battlefield before the arrival of the legion that only belonged to heroes!

But Xiao Lan didn't pay attention to this, and neither did the Knight of the Round Table and the Templar Demon beside him, their eyes fell on a man who could never be ignored farther behind, and appeared there: he was two and a half meters tall and extremely strong, his red hair stood on end like a flame, his face shone with a daunting and terrifying light, and he looked a little out of place in the lifeless gray around him, and he also held a huge and heavy sword in his hand, which seemed to be directly condensed like blood. It's not so much a spear as a harpoon weapon.

"Cúchulainn......

Everyone recognized the identity of this figure in an instant, and then they recognized what kind of attack was coming.

The Child of Light, who was lying on all fours on the ground like a beast, suddenly began to gallop, dragging the afterimage at a speed of 100 meters in one breath, and jumped into the air dozens of meters in disbelief with the help of the run, and the magic spear held high above his head made the surrounding space squeak and rattle like a mournful roar.

The Gáe Bolg, legend has it that no one can stop it, pierces the heart when thrown, and no matter how many times it dodges, it will continue to pursue its target, and after hitting the enemy's body, it will split into thirty thorny barbs and disembowel it.

You can't hide from it, you can't stop it.

Possessed by a hero who has never been defeated in his life, the spear that reverses the curse of destruction and reverses cause and effect! (To be continued......)