"Stop it!"

As soon as the lich dragon appeared in the sky, Bishop Ronis immediately felt a strong crisis, but all the divine power he had stored had been exhausted by the prayer he had just made, and now the little magic power left was not much after casting several healing and exorcism spells in a row to remove the evil spells that had been applied to the warriors.

Even though he knew that the cloud of death would bring incomparably terrifying damage if it fell into the formation, he could only be carried back quickly by a few priests except for shouting, and then watched the dark cloud fly towards the direction where the priesthood was located.

Despite their names as priests, these people are not in charge of any rituals, and this part of the duties is usually carried out by high priests or priests, in contrast to the priests of Erathia, who are the only combat clergy in the army, and they need to master only one divine skill - the light of purification.

They received the blessing of the god of war with their fanatical beliefs, and then squandered the divinity bestowed by Ardis on the bodies of the infidels and unbelievers in the form of attacks to achieve the purification effect, in the sense that they were ranged troops like the marksmen.

But one of the things that makes these fanatics superior to ordinary soldiers by the blessings of Ardis is that even in hand-to-hand combat, their surging divine brilliance allows them to exert great lethality.

So when Ronis's shout was heard, the priesthood who had been assisting the Crusaders in suppressing the barbarians on the opposite side immediately launched an attack on the cloud of death flying in the air.

Their blocking had a noticeable effect.

Every time a golden ball of light the size of a watermelon crashed into the cloud of death, a piece of black gas of corresponding size would be purified and offset by the holy light, and the area of the cloud of death would immediately shrink to a degree that was visible to the naked eye under the indiscriminate explosion of thousands of purifying lights.

Unfortunately, the cloud of death was too big.

Even though it had withstood thousands of attacks when it flew above the heads of the priesthood, it still maintained nearly two-thirds of its size at that moment, and the diameter of these two-thirds was a hundred meters.

There was no explosion, no roar, not even screams or any sound, the cloud of death was like a broken foam that blew through the crowd, spreading, spreading, and everyone who was contaminated by the black gas immediately had rotting skin, withered internal organs, and eyes fell, and all that was left was a pair of white bones.

Death came so suddenly that those survivors on the verge of the cloud of death could only watch as nearly a hundred of their companions turned into white bones covered in pitch-black and green light in a second, and they even forgot to scream and flee.

However, the fate of the Erathians did not end there, and before the surviving battle priests had time to grieve for their fallen companions, a second cloud of death began to gather under the claws of the Lich Dragon—there were so many corpses on the battlefield that it could draw on those thick dead airs to attack almost as much as it could before its magic ran out.

"Roar!"

The second cloud of death once again crossed the blood-colored battlefield and swooped down on the back of the priesthood, after all, the lich dragon was just a dead thing without thoughts, and the magical inscriptions and battle remnants carved into Sandru's body before he changed his command only kept urging it to destroy all living things in front of it.

"Disperse!

After the first slaughter, Ronice finally realized that with the power of these battle priests, he could never stop the cloud of death, and in his desperation, he could no longer care about the archbishop's demeanor, and shouted in the loudest voice.

Each battle priest is the most loyal servant of Ardis, and must go through multiple tests of faith, ability, and loyalty in the selection, and to a certain extent, it is even as strict as the selection of the Holy Knights.

In order to assist His Majesty Ryan in this expedition, the Church mobilized almost all the high-ranking battle priests in Erathia, even the monks, in order to show the glory of the god of war with the most elite strength, and even this was only able to form a phalanx of five hundred people, but the Lich Dragon killed one-fifth of it in just one attack, how could Ronis not be heartbroken?

Under Ronis's shouts, the battle priests finally remembered to dodge, but where could the crowded battlefield retreat at this time, not to mention the remnants of a cloud of death in front of them.

Just when everyone watched in despair as the cloud of death fell at a speed beyond the crossbow arrows, and they had almost accepted the fate of returning their souls to the seat of Ardis, a golden sword aura suddenly rose behind the military formation, and then slashed down between heaven and earth.

Like a mad dragon going out to sea, or like a huge wave crashing against a mountain, as soon as that golden sword qi appeared, it immediately collided with the cloud of death, and the combined efforts of hundreds of battle priests could only offset one-third of the cloud of death, and under the agitation of that sword qi, it instantly became fragmented, silently turning into a black mist floating like a rag, and at the same time, the speed slowed down.

And after canceling each other, the sword qi was finally like an arrow that had exhausted all its strength, and after tearing apart the last wisp of dead qi, it silently collapsed into the void.

However, immediately after that dissipated sword qi, there were three more violent sword qi in a row, showing a more domineering and incomparable sharp posture.

After the three sword qi and the sword qi that crushed the cloud of death, the finished glyph cut into the shattered black mist, and after seeing the yellow light and the great sheng, the dead qi in the sky could no longer be seen.

"Oh?"

In the face of this earth-shattering Four Swords Mountain, Drew was only slightly surprised.

"Aren't you going to make a move? His Majesty the King of Erathia is already on the battlefield. He turned to Tanan beside him and asked, his tone intelligible whether it was teasing or serious.

Tanan didn't answer him.

Behind Erathia's military formation, on the side near Chetham Castle, a tsunami-like cheer erupted from the center of where the priesthood had stood, and a tall knight in golden armor slowly walked out of the castle gate under the escort of a small group of holy knights.

His face was covered in heavy armor and his face could not be seen clearly, but the domineering aura that radiated like needles all the time made him extremely dazzling even in the midst of thousands of armies - Ryan Geffenhardt, the current king of Erathia is also the strongest in Erathia, and there is no one of the sixteenth level paladins.

The sword scabbard that still roared and shook from his waist and the fighting spirit that had not yet been collected confirmed one thing, and it was he who had sent the four swords that had saved the priesthood from the Lich Dragon's attack.

Even if there is a big flaw in his personality and he is rumored to be a tyrant by many nobles, no one dares to question Ryan's talent in swordsmanship and warfare, otherwise he would not have started with a small team of spearmen and two knights, overthrew the decaying Mudran Dynasty and laid down such a huge land.

Some people are like this, he may not be a good king, but as long as he comes to the battlefield and appears by the side of the warriors, then all the cheers and admiration are for him alone, and the best commander of Erathia can only be His Majesty.

"Since you're not going to make a move, then I'm going to continue to act as a substitute. ”

Seeing that Tanan didn't respond for a long time, Sandru didn't care, he just wanted to find out the detailed data of the Lich Dragon, and the battle in front of him was undoubtedly the best and most direct way to test.

It was not his war, but he did not mind making it his, and all preparations should be in the most satisfactory state, so that the grand game would be more pleasant later, and the things before him, whether they were Erathians or barbarians, were nothing more than children's play in his eyes.

Another piece of news he did not tell Tanan was that the other party thought that the base camp of the rock had been breached by an enemy who had fallen from the sky three days earlier, and not only had it been breached, but the 30,000 defenders of the city and enough war supplies to supply the barbarian army for a year had been burned.

He didn't have any awareness of his allies on this point, and since it was a game, the more chaotic the better.

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