In every sense of the word, the Bone Servant is worthy of its status as cannon fodder. In addition to the low cost of summoning in sufficient quantities, after consuming the enemy's physical strength, you can also pollute the earth with your own wreckage.

Although humanity's exorcism of the evil barrier has cleared the line of defense of death, outside of this line, a huge amount of death's breath has transformed this place into a temporary death area. Like the Dark Canopy, this strategic, large-scale magic can also increase the combat power of the undead army, amplifying all necromantic spells in the area.

The Death Order finally showed its true strength in the second attack, summoning a formed skeleton army directly from the Death Plane. When three thousand real skeleton warriors joined the battle, they immediately put a heavy strain on the human defenses.

With the strength of the Death cultists under the command of the Lich Klein, it is not easy to directly summon an undead legion of this size, but with the increase in the death region, this goal has finally been achieved. However, even if it was successfully summoned to the world, it would also require a huge amount of mental power to manipulate these three thousand skeleton warriors to attack in an organized manner.

Many of the Cultists of the Damned were sweating and tired like dead dogs, but their opponents, the cults of the gods who sided with the humans, were equally tormented. In order to maintain this unreliable front, they had to do their best.

The second assault lasted a full four hours, and it should have been early in the morning, but there was still no light in the sky. The 3,000 skeleton warriors were all wiped out, and nearly twenty of the Cursed Cultists vomited blood and died of mental exhaustion. But the human side also suffered heavy losses, with nearly a thousand casualties among the defenders, and El invested almost all of his reserves, even the elite of his descendants.

The more serious problem is that the cult of gods under his command has exhausted all of their divine power and has become completely useless, which is exactly what the Lich Klein wants to achieve.

"I could feel that the aura of divine power on the other side had disappeared, and it seemed that they had indeed run out of ammunition. Klein withdrew his gaze into the distance, and a smile of conspiracy succeeded on his face: "They thought they would be able to see the sun rise today, but unfortunately it was wishful thinking. Starron, it's time for your knights to go. ”

The Black Knight Lord watched as the human defense line sank like water, and when he heard the lich's words, he couldn't help but speak: "Their defense line hasn't collapsed until now, and there must still be hole cards hidden." And until now, I have not seen their cavalry. ”

"You're right, I'm sure they still have reservations, but when those gods cults have exhausted their divine power, how can the conventional force of the mortal world stop the pace of death?" Klein looked at the Black Knight Lord, a meaningful look flashed in his eyes, and he laughed strangely: "We have reduced their wings, could it be said that at this time, you were shocked by the courage of those humans and did not dare to move forward?"

"I don't mean that. Staron was silent for a moment, bowing his head. No one could see the expression on his face because he was wearing a steel visor, but the slight flickering soul fire in his eyes revealed his emotions.

The Black Knight Lord was well aware that Klein had bad intentions towards him. The Shadow Legion of the past was once the most elite and loyal armed force of the Church of the Damned, but that force has died out of history. The new generation of the Shadow Legion is a gift from the Lord of Death, and as the commander, Staron is nominally at the behest of the Cult of the Damned, but in reality he is a diehard loyalist of the Lord of Death.

No one likes disobedient and powerful subordinates, and the same is true for the Cult of the Damned. Staron is regarded as a thorn in the side of the Cursed Cult, but feared by the majesty of the Lord of Death, they do not dare to attack this force blatantly, and can only frame them without a trace, as the Lich Klein is doing now.

Ugly and filthy political ...... Staron thought to himself, mortal humans have always feared death like snakes and scorpions, and they have never realized that the filth and filth that were born in the dark corners of their hearts are far more filthy and ugly than death.

The current human army can be said to be trapped and fighting, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that they still have something to rely on, although it may not be able to turn the tide of the war, but it is estimated that it will not be too difficult to bring a group of unlucky ghosts to accompany the burial. Although Staron was already an undead, he had no interest in being such an unlucky ghost and dying again.

However, since they nominally obey the leadership of the Cursed Sect, they can only act according to orders at this time.

It is necessary to be careful to guard against the enemy's counterattack hole cards, and always pay attention to the cold arrows of their own people in the back, how to grasp this measure Staron has no bottom in his heart, but he can't show it on the surface. As a fighter, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to think too much.

"Lord Klein, there are many silver-rank powerhouses on the other side, and I hope to get some help. The Black Knight Lord pondered for a moment and whispered to Klein.

In all fairness, his request is not too much, the strength of the silver-rank powerhouses is that their strength has been able to dominate the battle, and so far there have been two silver-rank powerhouses on the opposite side, not including the heir of the Kemal family. With Starron's alone, it is unlikely that he will be able to completely defeat the opponent.

If they can't kill the opponent's silver-rank powerhouse, it is impossible for the Death Order to break through this line of defense.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with the self-righteous so-called powerhouses. I think those human soldiers are also exhausted, and if you break through their defenses, they will definitely collapse without a fight. Klein said confidently, looking at the confident expression on his face, it seemed that he had forgotten the embarrassment when he was attacked by someone just now.

Staron nodded, wisely not questioning. Since he said that he was prepared, he should carry out the order unconditionally as a subordinate. He didn't believe in the lich's nonsense, but he believed that this guy wouldn't dare to be passive in public.

The Lord of Death is not a kind deity.

The chest-pounding sound of a horn sounded from the darkness, sounding like the wail of a drowning man, clearly not on the human side. Not long after he closed his eyes, the guard soldier suddenly shook his head and struggled to get up from the ground.

These southern soldiers had been fighting all night, beyond El's psychological expectations. Many of them were so tired that they didn't have time to finish their breakfast during the break, and fell asleep with the bread in their mouths.

Now the ominous sound of the horn was heard again, and the hearts of the soldiers who had woken up were cold. They tried to escape, but sadly found that they had lost the strength to escape.

The sun was supposed to have risen, but the sky was still covered in darkness, and only a slight degree of visibility could make the day feel the dawn of the day. Unfortunately, this visibility was not as good as none, and the soldiers with good eyes had already seen the movement of the black knight in the distance, and the waves in the endless wheat fields were violently undulating, and it was clear that a force was advancing rapidly.

The black knights lined up in a neat line, spear in hand, side by side. Although there were less than twenty people, the momentum of the gathering was suffocating. Hundreds of ghouls followed them, agittly weaving through the ravines of the wheat fields. The Great Corpse Witch, who was manipulating the gargoyles, followed unhurriedly behind the group, his staff flashing with the light of magic.

This is the Shadow Legion, the true workhorse of the Order of Death.

"They're just playing a game of cat and mouse, just waiting for us to run out of powers......" Ron let out a long sigh and sat down slowly. No matter how glorious his energy was when he was younger, he was now just an old man, and it was already his limit to be able to follow El on the defensive line all night.

"General El, leave with your troops. As long as you're alive, there's always hope for revenge, but if you die here, there's really nothing. Ron coughed twice and smiled wryly at El as he leaned on his crutches.

Although there were some complaints about El's approach, Ron also knew in his heart that at that time they had no other choice, and that humans were the weaker side after all, just the difference between early and late death.

Ron had never expected victory from the temporarily regrouped Southerners, but after the battle, the remnants of the army did not disappoint. As long as they can survive, with a little training later, they can become real warriors.

These young people are the future of the country, and they should not waste their lives in this meaningless place.

Ron wanted to plead with El, hoping that he would be able to keep his sanity and not be presumptuous and curse the cult here. But when El looked up, what he saw in El was a light that made him tremble.

"After waiting so long, the main meal is finally served. El smiled and stood up, stretching his arms outstretched. His muscles tensed, and there was a grinding sound of bones grinding in his body.

There were seven or eight broken thick sticks piled up under his feet, and his palms were full of bloody wounds, but as he opened his palms, the wounds healed quickly.

"Mr. Ron, do you think I'm just a brave warrior?" El asked as he stared at the rapidly approaching Shadow Legion.

"Your Excellency, it's beyond my imagination that you've been able to do what you are doing now. But with all due respect, it's not wise to keep going. Ron smiled wryly.

"It would be great if even you thought so. El pursed his lips, pulled out the wind mark on his waist, took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed: "Hunting Corps!

Colorful gemstone light instantly blooms on the defensive line!

(Jiangsu.com)