Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence. Since the other party has openly disobeyed the order of the Holy See, it is nonsense to talk more.

Without the slightest hesitation, a prayer of blessing suddenly sounded in the woods behind the three hundred swordsmen, and the holy light that fell from the sky fell on every swordsman and griffin knight of light. The blessed light not only banishes the curse from the canopy of the dead, but also gives them the power of faith.

"Charge, infantry!" At Forderland's shout, the infantry began to charge towards the manor, bathed in the holy light that was constantly blessed on their bodies.

At this time, a large number of skeleton warriors and zombie warriors appeared out of thin air in the black mist. On the tall walls of the manor, there are also countless skeleton archers, among which there are even powerful undead creatures such as zombie mages.

For the undead creatures that suddenly appeared around them, the soldiers of the Silver Fox Legion suddenly appeared disgusted and demoralized. To secretly reserve their own necromancer regiment, ordinary officers and soldiers naturally have no way of knowing the news that it has been blocked. As a result, the soldiers, who had been worshipping the gods of the Camp of Light, soon became resistant to Gerald's orders to defend against the attack.

However, Gerald is worthy of being a warrior who has fought on the battlefield for decades, and decades of tearing and killing have developed a vigorous and resolute character. The lives of the soldiers were compared to the glory of the Legion, and Gerard did not hesitate to give the order to kill those who were resistant and disgusted.

Then, under the mind of the necromancer in the small underground magic array, the undead frantically met the oncoming Light Swordsman infantry regiment.

A heavy sword with a faint divine power easily shatters the fragile skeleton of a skeleton warrior. But when three or four skeleton warriors were crushed by the Holy Force, there was often a miserable white bone knife slashed at the swordsman's armor, and more bone knives followed.

In Forderland's view, the first infantry regiments were only tentative cannon fodder units, and the heavy infantry regiments in the rear and the griffin knights in the air were the main forces attacking the fortifications.

Even so, though, the heavy infantry struggled to face these endless seas of skulls. Although they were not afraid of the skeleton's bone knives and arrows, they were afraid of the zombie mages on the high walls of the manor. From time to time, the zombie mage blasted down the fog of death, causing their muscles to atrophy rapidly, their blood to evaporate, and their vitality to disappear in a bits and pieces.

The battle was in full swing around the manor, and the remote location and prestige of the First Brigade left the manor unnoticed except for the stunning Delis.

In the manor, Alun lay quietly in the main hall alone, and there was no one to take care of him. Maybe everyone thinks that under the serious injury, they can't run anywhere if they want to, and besides, there are people from the Bright Empire and the Holy See outside the manor, where can a mid-level strength kid fly?

The battle outside the manor was in full swing, and the heavy infantry regiment relied on its solid defensive equipment to fight its way out of the sea of bones. At this moment, the infantry regiment was less than a hundred meters away from the walls of the manor. But the deeper they went, the more difficult the swordsmen felt at every step they had made. They gradually fell into the encirclement of the skeleton warriors.

Blood, bones, and corpses increased rapidly as the battle continued. The canopy of the dead grew darker and darker. The giant hedron in the Necromantic Magic Circle was accidentally obtained by Tony, the leader of the Silver Fox Legion, from a mysterious spatial rift in the tenth year after receiving the title of Narnia from the previous emperor. The magic contained in the hedron is almost endless, and it can theoretically operate indefinitely as long as there is enough mana to propel it.

However, Tony didn't expect the people of the Holy See to find out about it, so the number and quality of the mages equipped with it could not maximize the huge power of the giant hedrons.

Under the attack of the Light Priest and the Priest, the magic circle activated by hundreds of necromancers has gradually shrunk.

"God says that where there is light, there will be no more darkness, filth, and evil!" said Bishop Sert softly. Between the words, the expression was solemn and sacred.

As soon as his words fell, the sky that had been obscured by the canopy of the undead suddenly fell on the battlefield with several sacred and white pillars of light—divine light!

The pillar of light seemed to carry a blazing high temperature, and as long as it was an undead creature shrouded in divine light, it was instantly blurred in the high temperature, and gradually turned into flying ash and annihilated.

At the same time, the manor's large magic array also suddenly lit up at the same time, followed by several ripples filled with a strong death aura centered on the manor, quickly spreading out to the surroundings.

The soldiers of the Empire of Light swept by the ripples of death, whether they were ordinary swordsmen or heavy infantry wearing heavy armor and holding swords and shields, fell like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Only those with strength above the mid-level peak could barely survive under the protection of a powerful Dou Qi shield.

It's just that all the swordsmen who are still standing on the battlefield are generally traumatized by varying degrees of aging and weakness. Perhaps because the number and quality of necromancers weren't enough to cast a second Death Ripple, the Light Priest quickly seized the rare opportunity to quickly remove the negative magic from them.

With a swing of the Fordland greatsword, the commander of the infantry regiment, the griffin knights hovering in the air joined the battle, unleashing the fiercest attack from the air. In an instant, the skeleton archers and warriors who had been summoned by the necromancer relying on the magic array with less loss of mana fell in large swath. The griffon's innate Hammer skill has an innate restraint effect on undead creatures, and often a single attack of the Griffon Knight and the Hammer of the Holy Hammer can shatter forty or fifty skeletons.

However, Falderland seems to have forgotten that what necromancers are best at is human warfare. Through the giant magic crystal, the group of necromancers only needs to spend seventy percent less mana than usual to summon the number of low-level undead that can be summoned normally. Almost as soon as this sea of skeletons was swept away, a group of skeletons immediately appeared after a breath.

A large number of skeleton archers combined with a small number of zombie mages caused a lot of casualties to the griffin knights in the air over a long period of time. The necromancer group led by Zana has made the griffon knights suffer, and her husband Gerard is not far behind. Although most of the guards in the manor were killed by undead creatures, only a few dozen swordsmen remained willing to follow in the footsteps of Gerald and Master Tony and step to the pinnacle of honor. However, this did not affect the performance of Geralderafeng.

The elite Silver Fox Legion Captain of the Imperial Empire, the big manor where he lives in the pearl of his palm even has necromancers that shouldn't be there, so how can he not leave some powerful war priests and magicians behind?

Inside the city walls, the zombie mages and the magicians of the first brigade waved their staffs, and patches of magic bullets of various systems and clouds of death flooded the space of hundreds of meters outside the manor, cutting off the connection between the infantry regiment and the griffin knights in the air.

Although they are all low-level magic, the loss of mana is low, and the chanting time is extremely short, many of them can achieve instant attacks, and many griffins are planted in the sky for a while. Legions of skeletons on the ground swarmed up with white bone knives, slashing at the weakened and tired swordsmen or the fallen griffons and knights.

"Damn the Silver Fox Legion, there are so many mages hidden in just one manor. Dear Bishop Celt, it seems that there is nothing to be gained this time, you see......" Falderland walked quickly to Celt and said angrily.

Selt's face was heavy, and his left hand slowly reached into his arms, as if he was caressing something. After a long time, as if he had made some difficult decision, he withdrew his left hand again, and said with a wry smile: "Then, Lord Forderland, please order a retreat, and only next time I will come to clear these evil and filthy existences." ”

Faldrán's face was relieved, and he responded, "According to Your Excellency's wishes." He turned his head and shouted, "Withdraw!"

............

A day has passed since that raid between the Holy See and the Empire of Light.

Aaron is now imprisoned by Delis and the others in a magic cage under the manor, along with a light mage. During this day, Delis and Gerald and the others never got out of the cage except once when he was first brought in.

After a day's rest, Aaron's injuries were obviously greatly improved under the miraculous repair of the blood power, and he recovered about eighty percent. As for the poor light mage, since he was captured by Gerald and thrown into a cage, he has been groggy, and his injuries have not improved, but have a tendency to get worse and worse.

Why don't you take advantage of this time to absorb the magic of the mage in front of you? Seeing that he is sick and looking sluggish, his body and spirit are at a time when he is weak and powerless!

Thinking that he would soon be able to experience the feeling of using the power of blood to absorb the power of others for the first time, and that his own strength would also be greatly improved as a result, Aaron couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly, and his spirit was excited.

Suppressing his excitement, Aaron calmed down and approached the mage to take a closer look. In his forties, he had two beards neatly and evenly distributed on both sides of the person, and his noble and simple clothes looked a little wrinkled and dirty in battle.

These are the powerful mages, right? Think I'm so big, it's the first time I've seen them so closely.

After Aaron touched the mage's collar curiously, he smiled coldly in his mouth: "The respected and powerful mage, I can't imagine that I will die at the hands of such a nobody as my Aaron, haha!"

As if hearing Aaron's sneer, the mage had goosebumps all over his body, and he barely opened a line of eyelids and wanted to say something, but the next moment he was too frightened to speak.

Aaron's face was obviously hideous, and he grinned and grabbed his head with his right hand, and the surging blood-colored power worked quickly under Aaron's thoughts, and a faint blood mist gradually rose and shrouded around Aaron and the mage.

A thick and divine magic power rolled down his right hand, and was immediately consumed by the blood-colored power. As the magic flowed in, the power of blood also grew in the continuous devouring.

It is worthy of being a seventh-level mage in the early stage of the high-level, and the purity and enormity of the magic power are not comparable to a character with a mere fourth-level strength like Aaron.