Twenty miles is not a long distance. Even now, the army of the black and oppressive undead could already be seen on the desert horizon. The pitch-black aura of a radius of nearly 100 miles completely covered everything, and it was like an independent dead space, in which the color of death white could be faintly seen, which was countless skeletons, zombies, and ghosts.

The closer you rush, the more you can feel the power of this death, the boundlessness of death. At a glance, in addition to the endless dead black, there are only countless skeleton zombies. Tens of thousands of human armies are like tiny dead leaves in front of this sea of death.

Finally, the dead leaf crashed into the edge of this boundless sea of death.

The sea was broken. The tens of thousands of people who looked insignificant were not dead leaves, but swords that burned hot and red. Instead of being devoured, it began to break through the sea and plow its way out.

The sword stirred up a huge wave of undead monster wreckage that swept through the sea of the undead, sending bones and carrion flying all over the air.

The outermost layer of the undead is full of zombies, except for a few old and broken skeletons. Although the black appearance looks like an old corpse that has been dried for hundreds of years, the clothes that still exist on it are terrifying, and this is the person who has no time to hide in the city destroyed by the army of the undead. There are no corpses left behind under the breath of the Necronomicon King. And now, these low-level undead have been shattered to pieces under the iron hooves of the cavalry in front of the coalition army.

The prayers chanted by the priests were joined into a grand chant, mingled with the sound of rolling horses' hooves and shouts. This majestic roar and the coalition rushed through the sea of death, destroying all the undead they came across.

The only remaining bishops of the Radiant Castle were all in the ranks, fighting with the priests, the priests, and almost all the clergy. In this dark and boundless aura of death, the power of white magic was actually suppressed to a minimum. But they must be in the ranks, not only in the morale of the warriors, but also in the white magic of the horses to resist the aura that terrifies all living beings in their souls.

This rolling stream of iron wrapped in holy light continued to kill towards the center of the Sea of Death, like a razor-sharp sword tearing through the black.

Asa didn't make a move. He was at the rear of the army, just speeding forward with the army, watching the waves of bone rotting flesh in the distance rise higher and higher under the charge.

Not only did he not make a move, but the two tower masters of the Tower of Teeth, including Gru, Lancelot, Roland, and the two tower masters of the Tower of Teeth, had not yet made a move. Around them were the teams of the Holy Knights and the ** Division, and then a little in front of them were the orc troops of Oufu, and none of them fought either. This is the last unit left behind, and the most elite unit.

In the rear of the troops, countless skeletons and corpses were gathering again. No matter how powerful and powerful the impact of the coalition is, the undead are just quietly, like flowing water, quietly refilling the gaps that have been opened, and the tranquility of death is also the majesty of death.

Regardless of victory or defeat in the end, the outermost warriors will never escape. Asa's head was slightly sweaty, but the hand he held on the hilt of the knife was as steady as ever, familiar, and the dry touch was kind and steady, as soft as a fit between muscles.

Just keep rushing and killing. There was a shout all around, the sound of weapons slashing against bones, the sound of bones shattering. In a strange and majestic concerto with the chants, 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 seemed like a hundred years had passed, and suddenly there was a hint of blood in the air. At the same time, the advance of the army seemed to be slightly stagnant.

The shouts and hooves of horses and the sound of slashing were still the same, and the rush in the light still seemed unstoppable, but Asa did feel slightly blocked, like a fish swimming rapidly in the water suddenly crashed into a cloud of oil.

"Here we go. It wasn't his delusion, Lancelot and Roland felt it at the same time. "A little earlier than expected. ”

Twenty-three or twenty-four?" asked Roland.

"Twenty-five miles or so, and fifteen miles to go. Lancelot replied simply.

"Do you want us to do it now?"

"Wait. It was Gru who spoke, and he hadn't said a word since he had rushed in, just holding the black Phantom Bow in his hand and galloping on horseback. "Just leave it to the folks at Orfo for now, trust them. ”

A scream came from the troops ahead, followed by an explosion of magic. There was no change in the faces of the three Lancelots, and they were still riding forward. Asa knew that the real battle had begun.

The screams were from the front of the coalition forces. A warrior and a horse were blown up by a burst of fireball, and when he landed, he was strung with horns from the top of his head by a giant skeletal monster.

He wasn't the first to die, but he was the only one who had the opportunity to scream about death.

The sky is still dark that swallows everything, and the periphery of the army is still boundless and endless undead creatures that cannot be seen at a glance, but these are no longer fragile skeletons and zombies, but skeletons and zombie warriors with weapons. Huge skeletal monsters began to rush forward like chariots, translucent ghosts floating in midair.

The speed of the coalition forces began to slow down, and it was no longer unstoppable. The warriors in front of them charged suicidly, they didn't have skulls and swords in the hands of zombies in their eyes at all, they just thought about how to smash as many weapons in their hands as possible in front of them, how to make themselves and the war horse rush out of the way.

The waves stirred up are no longer just the remains of the undead, and once the red in the middle appears, it is as unstoppable as this charge. The mournful cries of warriors and horses began to mingle with shouts and chants. Flesh and blood flying. The warriors in front had just sprinkled their flesh and blood on the bodies of the skeleton zombies, and their bodies that had just died immediately began to be infected with the black breath, but before the breath of the dark star could completely turn them into undead, the warriors behind them crushed them along with the undead. The holy light of white magic swept through countless thunderous horses' hooves, and even the wreckage was completely wiped out.

A cloud of black looms ahead in the distance. Even in this sea of death, which is already so dark that heaven and earth are indistinguishable, this black is still so black and conspicuous, so black that it stands from the earth to the zenith.

There was still a distance of fifteen miles, but by this time the speed of the troops' sprint had obviously slowed down. The sea of the dead around them was no longer as calm as it had been when they first rushed in. As far as the eye can see, there are huge skeletal monsters and corpse witches gathering around here, and it is no longer a simple attack of zombies and skeleton warriors, and the magic of the corpse witch begins to explode pieces of death flowers.

Finally, the coalition forces had barely advanced for a few more miles, and their range and numbers had been reduced by a half.