Samuel had run out of options, and the two dodges were used once to dodge air raids, and the other to dodge the slashes of the previous undead high-ranking swordsmen. In order to avoid the threat from overhead, he could only roll to the side in embarrassment, and at this time he had just gotten up from the floor, and he could not dodge the shot of the heavily armored knight.

Fortunately, he is no longer human, even if he is stabbed by a shot, he is estimated not to die, but his identity as a void creature is probably about to be exposed. Samuel was thinking quickly in his mind about how to respond, not realizing that a huge circular area in front of him was unconsciously covered with a shallow puddle of water, and the water emitted a faint magic fluctuation, which became more and more intense as time passed, and finally aroused the ideas of everyone present.

Several of the undead who were chasing Samuel finally realized that something was wrong and immediately jumped backwards, trying to get away from the eerie shallow water, but it was too late. A huge herring leaps out of the water, opens its mouth and swallows several undead swordsmen, before flying to the bottom of the water. As the herring disappeared, the puddle of water dissipated into a puff of mist. Both the retreating crew and the victorious undead were shocked and didn't know what had just happened.

Only Samuel saw the initiator.

The herring priest appeared at the end of the hallway, still holding the Herring Bible in his hand, holding a wooden staff in his right hand and chanting words in his mouth.

The magic around the priest surged violently, and hundreds of golden runes flew out of the wand, circled around and flew upward, gradually forming a huge gate of light. Samuel, who had studied space science, recognized it as a summoning circle, but didn't know exactly what it was summoning.

More and more runes converged around the light gate, forming 6 huge magic circles around the light gate, a few seconds later, the last rune was in place, and the six magic circles began to rotate counterclockwise around the light gate, and the brightness of the light gate skyrocketed instantly, making it impossible to look directly, and everyone present only saw a shadow walking out of the light gate, but they couldn't make out what it was. Fortunately, the bright light did not last long, and the light gate only lasted for a few seconds before it began to collapse, and the dazzling light disappeared, and everyone finally saw the visitors in the light gate.

It was a herring more than three meters long, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. Unlike a regular herring, this herring has human hands and feet. The muscles of the hands and feet are strong enough to put any fitness freak to shame, and the muscles glow with a bronze sheen in the dim light of the cabin, and against that shine, the black and dense leg hair swayed gently in the breeze to make it even more supple.

In addition to its hands and feet, the herring has a small golden circle of light floating above its head, and a pair of white wings behind it. The wings radiated a holy light, and from time to time they stirred slightly, dropping a white feather or two.

"This is ....... herring...... Herring Angel?!"

While the crew was stunned, the creature, which Samuel named the Herring Angel, moved. In an instant, he came to a heavy knight of the undead, raised the golden trident in his hand and smashed it at the latter. The latter raised the halberd in his hand to block, and after a loud bang, the halberd successfully held the trident, preventing it from entering. The undead is ready to swing his opponent's weapon with both hands, which is likely to throw the opponent off balance, and then he can abandon his halberd and finish off the opponent with the long sword he wears at his waist.

But before he could exert his strength, he noticed something abnormal, and the golden trident ignited with golden flames, and then spread towards the halberd at an extremely fast speed. The undead were taken aback and immediately wanted to abandon their weapons, but unfortunately they were still a step too late. The golden flames quickly spread to the undead's boneless arm, and in the blink of an eye, the undead turned into a large golden ball of fire.

The fact that he was able to eliminate an undead with high-level strength in a hard-hitting manner with just one blow shows that the "Herring Angel" has master-level strength, which means that his summoner, the herring priest, is likely to have reached the master-level level, with the same strength as the archmage and the swordmaster. This shocked Samuel, who could not understand why a strange church that resembled a pyramid scheme could produce such a strong clergy.

The undead were also shocked by the strength of this strange angel who had been killed halfway, and they immediately left behind the crew that had already been defeated and began to besiege this strange creature.

An undead air cavalryman suddenly burst into blue flames all over his body, and he raised his spear and made a throwing charging motion, with this action, the blue flames all over its body gradually floated, and then converged on the spear raised above its head, and the spear soaked in flames shone with a scarlet light. The air cavalry threw the spear at the herring angel with all his might, and as the spear left his hand, the air cavalry suddenly froze, and the scarlet light in the hollow eye sockets on the skull was extinguished, and the skeleton of the air cavalry lost its support, and the year was shattered into a skeleton - throwing this spear consumed all its vitality.

The spear that flew out of it sped up in the air, and it was so fast that most people saw only a scarlet light streak through the air. At the moment when the spear was about to hit, the herring angel suddenly raised the trident in his hand and stabbed it in the direction of the spear's attack. The tip of the trident was precisely pointed at the tip of the scarlet spear, and only a soft ding sound was heard, and cracks that were imperceptible to the naked eye spread from the tip of the scarlet spear. In the blink of an eye, the menacing spear turned to ashes.

But after all, this shot still bought time for the other undead, and before the herring angel could fully retract its strength, the blades of the undead had already appeared in front of them. The herring angel didn't have any panicked god—and even if it did, humans couldn't see the fish's panic—it lifted its hairy right foot and stomped heavily on the ground. A golden circle spread out with this foot as the center of the circle. This circle is more than 10 meters in diameter, and a large number of undead and humans are shrouded in it. The human crew didn't feel any discomfort, but the undead suddenly screamed, and the bones on their bodies suddenly ignited with golden flames that could not be shaken off like bone-possessed gangrene, and these flames quickly enveloped their bodies, burning them into a pile of ashes in just a few breaths.

Only 2 undead reacted before the circle could be formed, leaving the deadly golden circle in time, and thus escaped. But that's where their good fortune ended. They obviously didn't realize that the herring angel was already so strong, so how could the priest who summoned it be so strong?

At this time, the herring priest finally completed the spell in his hand - immortality.

The two undead who had survived suddenly froze, and then screamed. A pale white shadow appeared in their empty eye sockets, and then seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, and dragged out fiercely. The two undead struggled, but in vain, and soon, the pale white shadows were completely pulled out of their heads, and in the two white shadows, two human faces could be faintly seen, one was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, and the other belonged to a young and handsome long-haired young man - this was exactly what the two undead looked like before they died, and those two white shadows were their souls. As the souls were pulled out of their bodies, the two undead fell to the ground. The faces of the souls first showed a twisted look of pain, then a look of confusion, and finally a look of relief, and they bowed slowly to the priest of the Herring God Cult, and then vanished. At this time, the undead in front of the third power room, along with the reinforcements who jumped from the breach in the ceiling, were all wiped out. Soon, good news came from the No. 1 power room, and the undead who went to the residential area were also wiped out. Samuel and the others can finally take a breath.

The crew was glad that they had miraculously survived the battle, hugging each other and crying, while Samuel, as the top of the fleet, thought even further: the vicinity of Shadowsteel had always been relatively safe, and it had never been heard of a fleet encountering a pack of skeletal griffons, so this sudden attack was quite unusual. Also, why didn't the airport tower in Shadow Steel Town reply to the fleet's communications? Could it be related to this anomaly?

With too many questions and too few clues, Samuel felt a headache, and with the exhaustion caused by the repeated release of high-level spells in the battle just now, Samuel wanted to find a place to lie down and fall asleep. But reason told him that it was not the time to relax, and that he had very important things to do. He rubbed his face to try to ease his exhaustion, then got up and walked towards the herring priest, thanks to whom Samuel was able to hold the third power room.

He was thinking about how to greet the unreliable priest who had just saved him, when he received an urgent communication from Toft. Just a few minutes ago, Toft and Scheer had already wiped out all the undead air cavalry that had attacked the first power room, but at this time he didn't feel the slightest sense of relief, and his tone was full of anxiety:

"The magic furnace in the first power room is close to the critical temperature, and it won't last long!"

In the bombardment, two of the four power rooms of the Twilight Kente, and the ship relied on the two remaining mana furnaces to maintain its basic lift and avoid crashing. When he and the others were fighting fiercely with the undead air cavalry, the two power rooms of No. 1 and No. 3 were also encouraging support, and at this time, the magic furnace of the No. 1 power room was finally about to be unable to withstand it.