The sky is full of haze, and there is a glimmer of light.

It's so insignificant, but the here and now, the situation and the scene, but people can't help but be full of hope.

Now that the first rays of sunlight have pierced the clouds, will it be far from the sun shining on the earth?

The thick dark clouds in mid-air, still gloomy as before, rolled over the entire Ranken.

But on the top of the white tower now, a hole was directly pierced by that blazing holy light. The transparent sunlight poured down through it, gilding the edges of the cloud cracks with a faint gold edge. A faint ray of light spread outward from this center, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be completely disintegrated and shattered by this blow.

The Light, condensed again.

Innedir's heart was relieved, and the "Holy Spirit Eye" in his hand flickered, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot. The entire white tower is full of light, the slender tower body is like a spear cast by light, and the spire of the tower once again ripples with dazzling brilliance.

The clouds were like wounded beasts, and they seemed to roar silently, surging endlessly.

The believers all over the city breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but feel even more excited, and the haze that had been hanging over their heads for a long time was about to completely dissipate.

Yes, even if the clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, even if the drums and horns on all sides are like thunder, as long as the white tower is still standing and the holy light is still shining in the darkness, then the road ahead will no longer be confused, and the glory of the god will not tolerate any blasphemy.

The Holy White Tower was trying its best to disperse the "cloak of death" in the air, and it was unable to interfere with the current battle situation, but the defenders of the Holy See who were uplifted shouted loudly and rushed towards the tidal attack of the three major legions.

Swords and shields take the lead, spears are lined up with stabbing attacks, feathered arrows are fired one after another, crossbows are like rain, and holy light blooms. They were forcibly suppressed under the tower.

Silves couldn't help frowning, the ray of sunlight made him feel a hint of disgust in his heart. Pushed by the power of shadows, he approached the two-headed demon dragon, nodded slightly, and exchanged a meaningful gaze.

Silves returned to the eastern wall front, standing in mid-air. Ordered in a low voice. The most elite "black battalion" of the Judgment Crusaders slowly lined up below the city walls, ready to launch the most rear-end attack. Amosic also gave a few orders, and his personal guards, a powerful force composed purely of mid-level and above demons, also slowly withdrew from the battlefield and supported the eastern front.

Now the "White Tower" is competing passionately with the "Council of Bones", and both Silves and Amosic are quite happy to see it happen. The "Council of Bones" even prepared a spell like the "Cloak of Death", which was obviously imperative for Ranken. However, Silves did not want to give away the results of the battle, and preferred to give away some of the benefits of other regions to the demon army. With the help of Amosic, the Necro Legion will attack Lancoln City one step ahead. Otherwise, the Necrons will preemptively occupy Ranken, and this holy city will only be reduced to a hunting ground for murderous necromantic creatures, and any actions will become meaningless at that time.

With a loud bang, a second ray of holy light had gushed out!

The clouds in mid-air were even more traumatized, writhing and curled up together, but the Speaker of the White Bone still stood firmly on the altar, not moving at all.

Amosic roared. The Demon Guards and the "Black Battalion" slaughtered the city walls under the leadership of Silves, which included almost all the elite commandos in the two legions. In an instant, a gap was opened, and the follow-up troops kept up.

Amosic hovered low in the air, occasionally spitting out a fiery breath of dragon's breath, striking Sylves up and down, sweeping across the eastern walls. The Holy White Tower has no time to take care of it, and one person and one dragon are also among the best among legendary professionals. At this time, they joined forces to be invincible, and soon paved a safe path for the trial crusaders.

Under the cover of super long-range attacks such as the dragon's breath in the air, Silves led his "black battalion" to attack the city gate tower along the wide city wall, and the city crossbow and catapult on the battlement tower were knocked away by the two-headed demon dragon. Coupled with the fact that the manipulators in the Divine Tower were raided by Silves, the entire line of defense was almost defenseless in front of them.

At the same time, the other three walls were still in a stage of entanglement, and they could not draw any troops to support. Those low-powered reserve troops, even if they were to make up for it, would only add more to the crusaders.

It seems that the fall of the eastern wall is only a matter of time.

Necromantic Legion, the Bone Altar in the center of the tent.

Dressed in a rugged black robe, the white snow chrysanthemum pattern spread from the bottom to the chest, twisting and transforming into a mysterious and strange badge.

He held the bone scepter in his hand, snorted coldly, and shook off the hood that had been covering his face.

The frost-white long hair is thrown, the left half of the face is handsome and abnormal, still maintaining the old appearance of youth, but the right half is bare with a large area of pale dry bones, which looks terrifying and abnormal.

"Silves, Amosic, that's so......" he muttered softly, his teeth clashing together in a terrifying sound.

With the second blow of the Light, less than half of the necromancers around him were able to barely stand. He shouted, and a deep voice rang out at the same time, a kind of chants between chanting and prayer, as if inspiring a powerful spell and calling on the power of the gods in the underworld.

Seeing that the battle situation in the east was favorable, Illo pulled Allegri and wanted to go there, but he pulled him back.

"What's wrong?" Illo wondered, didn't he say that he was going to take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the city.

"You're stupid, the Judgment Crusaders over there are all uniforms, are we that easy to blend into?" Allegri snorted, "I'm afraid that if we get closer, we will be attacked as an enemy army." ”

"But there's no sign of a broken city here. Illo wondered, without the necromancer in person to take command of the battlefield, the necromantic creatures were just chaotic charges, and although they caused huge casualties to the defenders, they could not organize any effective offensive.

"You'll know the way later, come with me. Allegri smiled mysteriously and led the half-elf towards the northwest corner, he could feel what powerful magic the air had condensed into the dark clouds, it was a powerful destructive force comparable to the full power of a legendary mage, and could even empty the entire battlefield in an instant.

"Is it—" Before Illo could finish speaking, a third ray of holy light had already gushed out, and the clouds in the sky above the top of the White Pagoda were completely dispersed, and the sunlight reflected on the White Tower, making it look extremely holy.

At the top of the Holy White Tower, the stone statue and Inedil exert their strength at the same time, and the holy light is stirring!

In Lancoln City, a huge white thorn flower bloomed in an instant, and blazing holy light erupted in all directions, and the powerful power accumulated by the White Tower burst out in an instant. A strong light came out of his body, and Innedir's face even turned slightly pale.

The Light Blooms!

Tens of thousands of spears of light shot out, piercing into the haze in an instant, and in the clouds in mid-air, a trace of light was actually revealed.

The haze had cracked through the cracks of light, and the cloak of the Grim Reaper had been completely crushed by countless thorns of light.

The whole city shouted.

Only the necromantic barracks, above the altar, was as quiet as ever, but there were invisible mana fluctuations that flickered away.

The clouds crumbled, but the scattered clouds did not disappear. They twisted, trembled, and seemed to be roaring, disintegrating into thick dark clouds with a radius of tens of meters, and falling melodiously from mid-air.

Thick and gloomy, gray and black, with endless evil power.

And so, like that, they slowly fell into the city.

The cloak of death was shattered in one fell swoop, and the tangible sense of crisis hanging above his head was completely shattered, and Inedil couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Gradually, however, he gazed at the clouds, and a sense of foreboding suddenly swelled in his heart.

The clouds scattered into countless fragments, and the number was incalculable.

In this way, they floated into the city in a very natural manner, as if they were just obeying the laws of heaven and earth and throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth.

At the corners of the eaves, in the streets and alleys, these clouds are quietly scattered to all corners, but when you breathe in, they seem to be living creatures.

"Take over the army!" said the Speaker of the White Bones, ending his chanting of spells, striding down the altar and shouting orders to his comrades around him,

"Attack with all your might!"

Hundreds of necromancers with fluttering robes silently followed behind the Speaker and stepped on this tragic battlefield.

With a flick of his fingers, the necromantic beast roared forward, stitched the corpse and stepped forward bravely, even the lowest-level skeleton warriors, the skeleton seemed to be a little denser, and these necromantic creatures controlled by the returning mage suddenly increased their combat effectiveness by a large margin. At the same time, the dark green "plague cloud", the gray-yellow "corrosive cyclone...... All kinds of negative spells spread across the city walls.

Necromantic creatures under the control of the mage master can truly reveal their horror.

"Damn, it's miserable now, beating the dog has attracted the owner. Todd shuddered, looking out of the window of the Tower of Magic. Although he was only a mid-level priest, with the assistance of the Divine Magic Tower, he was safe and worry-free, and the necromantic creature screamed and fell down during the Dao Holy Light Sweep, which actually allowed him to cultivate a little bit of self-confidence. But now, the strengthened and blessed skeleton warriors surged up like a gray-white tide, and they sent out one punishment magic after another, but they could no longer cause any effective damage.

The enemy attack was rapid, and the magic tower was about to be surrounded and captured, Todd subconsciously rubbed his feet, and seemed to itch all over his body.

"Forget it, let's run. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and sneaked out of the Divine Tower, just about to slip down the city wall, but he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The entire city of Ranken, it seems, fell into a deep nightmare in an instant.

In that nightmare, countless giant beasts fell from the sky, roaring and roaring, reaping the lives of innocent people to their heart's content, blood spilled and flowing in every corner of this holy city.

He wiped his eyes, a little in disbelief at what he was seeing. (To be continued......)

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