Pope Juan of the Gray Bone Sect has never had his name in the ranking of magicians on the mainland, but this does not mean that his strength is inferior, but because his whereabouts are too secretive, and those who can see him shoot have basically become undead.

However, according to the Pope of St. Francesco of the Church of Light, the strength of this Pope Juan should be no less than that of Pope San Francisco himself, and due to the necromancer's ability to summon undead creatures, I am afraid that ordinary magicians of the same level are not his opponents at all.

During the dormant years of the Gray Bone Sect, although there was no fear of being dominated by the undead on the mainland, in fact, in secret, there were still many necromancers disguised as mercenaries or wandering mages, constantly collecting all kinds of information and spell-casting materials on the mainland.

Although the Gray Bone Sect and the Undead have not regained their prosperity thousands of years ago, their strength is already second to none in the entire continent, and even the Church of Light has to retreat to the Holy City under the threat of the undead army.

Such a powerful army of undead actually smashed its head in front of the gate of the small Pritz kingdom, the tactics of the Sea of Skulls failed, the vampire ambush failed, the skeleton impact failed, and even the stitching monsters and ghosts of the necromancers were killed, and even the most elite death knights could not defeat the endless Pritz army. This series of failures forced Pope Juan to take a fresh look at King Pritz and his army.

In Pope Juan's mind, King Leo, the spokesman of the exotic gods, had become his most important enemy at this time. There is something unusual about heresies that can be eradicated by the god of death's repeated oracles.

Among the countless undead like the carp crossing the river, the most powerful are the twelve lichs cultivated by Pope Juan himself. They are all voluntarily transformed by mid-level necromancers, and after losing their lives and the shackles of their human bodies, these lichs do not need to eat, drink, or deal with all kinds of mundane affairs, and can concentrate all their energy on necromancer, and their magic attainments far exceed those of their peers.

There are also the chiefs and leaders of the various undead races, the leader of the ghoul clan is comparable to the high-level warriors of the Dark Council Leader Bond, with the ghoul clan's copper skin and iron bones of defense and the ability to replenish physical strength by gnawing corpses, the ghoul leader can be said to be the most feared opponent of warriors and knights.

The patriarch of the zombie clan is a giant zombie no less than the Stitch Monster, and although its skin is not as tough as that of a ghoul, the deadly plague toxin in its body makes it a formidable opponent. No matter what kind of attack it is, it will splash venom when it falls on its body, let alone touch it, even if it smells too much, it will be poisoned.

And the most palpitating thing is the two flying bone dragons above the heads of the army of the undead. Two huge skeletons swayed and flew in the sky, and the huge dragon head skeleton flashed with cold and evil soul fire, and when the bone wings flapped, they continued to bring phosphorus fire. If a timid person sees this scene, I am afraid that he will have to faint with fright.

After Pope Juan gave the order for the whole army to attack, the undead no longer restrained the terrifying aura on their bodies, and rose to the sky with an incomparably evil and filthy momentum. After perceiving these momentum, the old Modo patriarch's face turned white with horror, the pupils in his eyes contracted violently, and his mouth kept chanting: "It's over! These undead are simply crazy, they want to press the whole army, so many high-level undead, so many ......."

Looking at the appearance of the old patriarch, Leo couldn't help but shake his head, it seems that the orc empire has been struggling in the northern wasteland for so many years, it is really deserted, even the head of a clan like Lao Modo is so unbearable, the beast clan is afraid that neither knowledge nor courage will be the beast clan that dominated the continent back then.

"Mage Merlin, it's almost time to start!" When he saw that the army of the undead was getting closer and closer to the Bear Clan's military formation, Leo turned his head and whispered to Mage Merlin.

Hearing Leo's words, Mage Merlin took a few steps back and slammed his staff to the ground. With Mage Merlin's movements, a powerful magical force was quickly transmitted to the ground along the staff, activating the magic circle on the ground.

One by one, the circle lit up like dominoes, and spread around. While the Bears, the Sun Priests, and the Anubis Legion were fighting bloodily in front, Mage Merlin was not idle, and what he did was to carefully prepare a giant circle for those undead armies.

When all the circles around Master Merlin lit up, Master Merlin whispered a few incantations at a great speed, and the mana on his body quickly flowed down the staff to those circles.

The battle in the sky has been going on for days, and no matter what the moment, the sky is always shrouded in darkness. But while Mage Merlin was chanting the incantation, all the lucky ones on the continent who looked up at the sky could see several dozens of lights constantly cutting through the dark sky, bringing out beautiful light trails.

That's right, Mage Merlin once again used forbidden spell-level war magic: Meteorite Fall.

This time, with plenty of time to prepare, with the blessing of the circle, Mage Merlin was more than just summoning a meteorite to fall from the sky. He sent a whole meteor shower to the undead.

When countless meteors were attracted by the magic of Master Merlin and accepted the guidance into this world, the gods who were fighting fiercely in the sky immediately realized that something was wrong. But this divine war is the most intense moment, and if either side retreats slightly, the other party will take advantage of it, so the gods don't care about it at all and don't dare to care about those meteor showers.

When the meteor shower fell with a devastating momentum, it really had a huge impact on the gods of the fierce battle. In particular, those gods who are in the thick of the battle will be hit by meteorites if they are not careful, even if they will not fall, but it will have a great impact on their combat power.

Finally, a god of war who couldn't help but began to prepare to clean up these meteorites, the god of war believed in by the Holy Griffin Empire was holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, concentrating all his energy on attacking these meteorites, but the number of meteorites mixed in this meteor shower was too much, even if the gods intercepted most of the meteorites in time, there were still some that accurately fell to the location predetermined by Mage Merlin.