The dark canopy that shrouded overhead was finally completely torn apart, and the long-lost sunlight once again filled the land. For more exciting novels, please visit bq.e The girl is suspended in mid-air, shining with a sacred and inviolable light, like a second sun descending on the world. Everywhere the sun went, all the undead creatures began to wail in agony.

The undead warrior reached out in vain to cover his face, trying to block out the glare of light. As a product of evil that cannot be tolerated by the world, they do not feel the warmth of the sun at all, and can only produce a burning like lava. In the sunlight, their already rotting bodies gradually emitted a burnt smell and puffs of foul-smelling black smoke rose.

The Cultists of the Damned, who had yet to transform themselves into undead, were spared, but after the Lich Klein was slain, their emaciated and mana-depleted bodies alone were not enough to turn things around. The clergy who still had the strength to do so escaped from their hole cards one after another, and one by one they slipped away silently through teleportation magic. But the vast majority of low-level disciples don't have this kind of strength, so they can only make a desperate bet with a ** mentality, squeeze out the last trace of magic power with red eyes, and try their best to summon more meat shields and cannon fodder.

The knight's iron hooves roared like the thunder of the dawn, crushing all the recalcitrant undead forces under their feet. A dark green curse magic rained down from the sky, and invisible ropes wrapped around the necks of dozens of knights, dragging them off their horses. Countless white bone daggers and spears rained down on them, and in an instant, a bloody rain of wind and blood was raised.

But all this is meaningless.

The knights flattened their spears, sang war songs, galloped their horses, and rushed into the defensive array of the undead forces without hesitation. The huge kinetic energy brought by the high-speed charge suddenly exploded, and the entire three rows of undead troops were directly knocked into the air, and the rest were involuntarily squeezed to the ground and trampled into mud by the rolling horses' hooves.

The undead troops are not known for their combat effectiveness, and without the support of high-ranking powerhouses, they have no means to resist the charging cavalry. More than a thousand knights crossed the battlefield, tearing open a huge piercing wound in the remnants of the undead army's array. At this point, the outcome of this war has been decided.

Elr pulled the dragon's tooth bow and aimed it at the place where the Cursed Cultists had gathered, the luster of the runes beginning to flicker on the arrows. A long, slender white finger reached from behind his back and gently pressed his bowstring.

"The undead don't fear, but humans can't. Tiana whispered in El's ear.

"What a woman who was once called the Snake of Light. El understood the meaning of the girl's words almost instantly, and couldn't help but pout and sneer.

Although the victory of this war has been assured, the number of remnant undead troops on the battlefield is still objective, without the unified command and dispatch of the Black Knight Lord Staron and the Lich Klein, these undead cannot continue to maintain an offensive posture, but in the same way, they will not retreat, and now they are only fighting on instinct.

If you want to completely clean up these undead troops, you will undoubtedly waste a lot of manpower and material resources, and you will inevitably suffer additional casualties.

While the undead are not afraid, humans are not immune to it, and those who survive will not be willing to be generous here as long as there is a glimmer of hope. They desperately squeezed out the last of their magic to gather the remnants of the surrounding army in an attempt to break through, which was a great help to the human side.

It's like putting a wooden barrel full of cheese and sausages in the center of town and attracting all the rats in the city. As long as those Cursed Cultists see the hope of life, they will automatically and consciously attract all the remnants of the undead army around them. And an army that has fled in the desert is far easier to pick up than the remnants of an army that is fighting on its own.

Of course, this kind of technical work cannot be left to Palanti, and the experienced Ahmed is the most suitable person. El turned to Ahmed and said a few words to him, who immediately understood, mounted his horse and galloped away.

Under the deliberate indulgence of the human army, the surviving Cultists of the Damned gathered most of the remnants along the way, and as Tiana said, these fear-controlled creatures lost the courage to fight almost immediately after sensing the possibility of escape, and they carried most of the remnants of the undead army, and fled in a panic, without thinking about turning back to face such a thing.

I don't know if it's ironic that believers who are the Lord of Death are so afraid of death.

As the sun set, the cavalry unit that pursued the Ouroboros returned, and they pursued the remnants of the army to a distance of ten kilometers, covering the road with the broken corpses of the undead troops. If these undead were to be used as the rear forces to block the pursuit of the human race, they would at least be able to inflict some casualties on the human race, but unfortunately the cursed cultists who were eager to flee for their lives did not have such awareness in their minds at all.

Romus' face was flushed and triumphant, and a whole string of cursed heads were tied to the horseback behind his ass. This was originally the most vulgar and primitive way to show off his military exploits, but the dignified Prince of the Iron Guard was happy to do it. Although he also claimed to have a ten-year career as a horse warrior and had experienced countless wars, in fact, everyone knew that those were just family-style battles between the noble lords of the south.

For the first time, he was still facing such a hearty victory, and the opponent was still a terrifying immortal, which gave Romus the illusion that he was in the middle of an epic legend. If it weren't for the embarrassment of his identity at this moment, he would have liked to hold a carnival banquet at once and write a psalm of praise for himself in the most gorgeous words.

As for the causes and consequences of this battle, did those northern barbarians play a crucial role...... Those are all small sections that don't need to be cared about. It's like the string of heads behind his ass, it doesn't matter if it's Prince Tiewei's leader, or if those guys can't run on their own and fall to the ground and have their heads cut off.

As long as there is victory, only victory! Only the victors have the right to sing praises to themselves, erect monuments and pass them on, and leave epic legends in history that can be sung and cried!

Romans, who was full of heroic epics, did not notice the commotion of his subordinates, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the little girl of the White Lion family who was following him had disappeared, and the sight that appeared in front of him made his mind go blank.

El and his men spent a full three hours cleaning up the battlefield, and if the corpses of these undead troops were left alone, they would be summoned by the other necromancers to continue the battle as soon as they left. But disposing of the corpses of both sides is also an impossible task.

He simply piled up all the corpses together, and chose the location in the huge pit created by the explosion of the Bone Altar, and the outside was simply surrounded by stones to act as an altar.

Twenty barrels of old liquor stored in the house of Lord Bambrol were poured over the corpse, and El lit the flame with his own hands, and with an explosive roar, the fire burst into the sky, blending with the brilliant sunset.

Romus is not a straw bag, at least he is a rare young man among the southern aristocratic factions, although this so-called "young man" is a bit old, and the "junjie" is a little more watery, but as the heir to the throne of the Grand Duke of Menia, the brother of the current Queen Mother, he is already qualified to understand the ancient secrets that have been passed down in the family.

When he heard El's prayer, he was almost frightened and fell from his horse. At this time, he no longer cared about fantasizing about any heroic epics, and there was only one question left in his mind, could this be the legendary ancestor sacrifice?!

Most of the undead army had been wiped out in the river of holy water, but there were more than 2,000 undead corpses left on the battlefield. This time the sacrifice could be said to be unprecedentedly rich, and the scorching flames danced wildly, and even Eel's strength had to retreat some distance.

A slender figure appeared in the flames, revealing dark skin. It was a woman dressed in animal skins, holding a sharp bone spear in her hand, and her slender and tight body curved like a cheetah, full of deadly beauty. The skulls of three humanoids hung from her chest, and she wore a bone helmet with huge curved horns on her head.

The bone helmet obscured her face, but El could feel the sharp eyes sweeping over her. The savage huntress bent down and looked down at the burning corpses of the undead in the firelight, took a deep breath and inhaled the flying soot into her nose, and nodded in satisfaction.

The huntress stood up and pulled out a palm-sized bone fragment from her bosom that shimmered with a white jade sheen, of course, the size of her palm, which in the eyes of ordinary humans was like a door panel. She squeezed hard, and the bone fragment that seemed to be as hard as a stone was directly pinched into powder by her.

With a wave of her hand, the huntress spilled the powder in her hand into the air, and her figure faded into the firelight. In mid-air, a cloud of sand and dust suddenly rose up that covered the sky.

El almost thought he was back in the wind-blown sands of the brown hills, but the changes that came from his body made him clearly realize that it was a blessing from his ancestors.

"You got the Thunderdragon Wing Bone as a gift from Siva the Savage Walker......"

El snorted, his body trembled suddenly, and he felt like an overelectricity, and the nerves in his whole body were trembling. Suddenly, he found that his perception ability and reaction speed had increased by nearly thirty percent out of thin air.

Screams of surprise and roars of pain abounded all around, and this time almost all the soldiers involved in the battle had received gifts from their ancestors, and the experienced hunters had learned to control their bodies, while the unknown soldiers of the Southern Army were thrown into chaos.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar exclamation in his ears, and El hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Palanti half-kneeling on the ground, with a wisp of blood on the corner of his mouth