Even though it was still afternoon, it was still pitch-black outside. Human warriors were dying every second. In such an extreme environment, the royal dragon knights and White Wolf Guards' power levels would be severely reduced.
"Something's wrong with this rain."
The first to approach me was the familiar Gandalf … no, it was my shameless junior brother Kaid.
Although I had come all the way here, I hadn't interacted with anyone in the Cloud Tower for the past hundred years, so there was still some estrangement between me and the mages of the new generation. Most of those old mages had deep thoughts and liked to stay put. As long as it wasn't necessary, they could sit together for several months without speaking.
Although Kaid seemed rather mature — fine, he was actually quite old — his cheeky and shameless personality was indeed an excellent lubricant. This was especially so for archmages like Kaid, who were all sharp-edged. Having such a friendly and easy-going senior was far too great a boon for them.
And now, Kaid was also my channel of communication with the mages of the Truth Symposium.
Harloys? I've never seen her before. That big elf who was being flattered and flattered by the archmages to the point that she was the Third Stage Queen wasn't my cat at all.
Cough — cough — getting back to the main topic, although I was also an Undead Emperor, why was Harloys so well-liked and respected, while I was silently forgotten in a corner?
"This? Appearance? It's because you're not a girl. It's not like you're gay. Who would want to flatter a man? "
Alright then, Kaid, you actually dared to tell me the truth. You'd better be careful of my arrows in the back later. Although we were still chatting idly, we had come to a mutual understanding about the current situation. No matter if this rain was coincidental or intentional by a high-level mage, this rain was far too disadvantageous for the human side.
Although I still didn't think that such a powerful army would be able to completely wipe out our allied army, such heavy losses at the very beginning would be a tremendous blow to morale.
"Is there any way to dispel it? A water element archmage? "
My doubts were met with a shake of the head as I expected.
Mages had their limits as well. It wouldn't be difficult to summon a dark cloud to rain, but only a water element archmage or a high-level Druil would be able to do it.
However, the dark clouds created by magical elements were very easy to disperse, and the rainfall would not be too much.
However, if they were to cancel out the already existing downpour, it would be a little unreasonable, because it was a natural phenomenon that already existed. Canceling out or erasing a natural phenomenon was equivalent to going against nature and the basic order of this world.
"There's not enough time."
As super spellcasters, we still had ways to deal with even natural disasters. However, no matter if it was forbidden spells or ritualistic magic, they all required time to prepare. We didn't have enough time right now.
I could feel my life slipping away at every moment. The elite of elite soldiers had actually died at the hands of a bunch of skeleton cannon fodder. They would probably feel quite aggrieved.
"Masters, His Majesty requests your help to disperse the rain!"
Finally, Halent's messenger arrived. Although it was a little late, nobody had the heart to scold the messenger when they saw his bloodstained body.
Before he arrived, the mages had already begun their preparations.
"Fire magic, the opposite of water magic?"
"Do you think our people are not dying fast enough?"
"In the opposite direction, the water element is the extension of the ice element. Try freezing the rain? "
"Will the heavy rain turn into a large-scale icicle or a blizzard? Your lethality has doubled. You are a genius. "
"Just use earth magic to create a wall to block the rain … Fine, I'll shut up."
Sometimes, having too many mages was a problem as well. Whenever a plan was proposed, it would immediately be rejected. If there were only a few archmages, it was likely that they would attack first before doing anything else.
"It would be great if there was an Anti- Knight."
"Are you an idiot? They're only capable of dispelling magic and divine power. How are they supposed to dispel such a natural phenomenon?"
I shook my head. If this was any other time, I would have been in the mood to continue chatting and see what plan they would come up with in the end.
Stalling for time would also allow me to see what other trump cards our allies had up their sleeves. I was quite curious as to why Halent was so confident in suppressing everyone else.
But right now, I could sense a large individual looking down at us from the sky. If the probing attack was effective, then this probing attack would likely become a full-scale attack.
"… Yet another Undead Emperor? Such violent and restless mana fluctuations. It's actually an undead mage? Is this the Undead Emperor Shupnus from the Death Fog Plane? "
The restless power of death stirred restlessly in the dark night. Numerous chains of death power were being created. Shupnus probably hadn't expected that his probing attack would have such a good result. He was currently gathering his undead army. As long as this situation continued, he would be prepared to launch an all-out attack.
This was a million-strong undead army. If all of them attacked, it would definitely become a full-scale chaotic battle. It would truly be difficult to determine the victor in a short period of time.
And if it became a large-scale chaotic battle, individual powerful individuals like us would be useless. It would be impossible to use large-scale forbidden spells, nor would we have anywhere to throw them. The only use we would have would be to gang up on an Undead Emperor … That would be too much of a trap. I chose to give up.
"Holy Light, your enemy is right before me. I shall bestow upon him the Light of Purification. Pure Holy Light, please deceive me. "
The archmages all looked at me as if I had seen a ghost. I put my palms together and sincerely knelt down to pray to the Holy Light.
A pair of faintly discernible wings of light flashed behind his back, and he directly stepped out of the luxurious carriage and joined the torrent of battle.
"Did you hear that? He's really summoning the Holy Light? "
"That light is so blinding. He really is a Holy Knight!"
Most mages would probably find it inconceivable that I, an undead mage, was skilled in the Holy Light. I was intentionally putting on a show for them. As for my goal … I would probably only reveal it when the time was right. At that time …
"The Holy Church is going to suffer yet again?"
Harloys had guessed quite quickly. I was unable to understand how she had guessed it.
"Every time you have anything to do with the Holy Light, aren't you always dragging the Holy Church down?"
I was rendered speechless. From a certain standpoint, this was indeed the case. Every time I improved in the path of Holy Light, it was naturally a step back for the Holy Church's authority.
And this would be the last time I would cause trouble for the Holy Church … This wasn't a death flag. It was just that as long as I succeeded this time, there would be no need for me to cause trouble for the Holy Church in the future.
Everything before me was pitch-black, and I actually felt a faint pain from the torrential rain. It was fortunate that the mortal warriors were able to endure such abnormal weather.
I took a deep breath as I half-knelt in the muddy water. I opened my palms, causing my flashing Dawn sword to suddenly float in midair. The flashing Holy Light seed slowly burned within, just like a lighthouse's fire.
"Holy Light, I praise you. You bring hope to those who are lost in the darkness and give direction to those who are lost …"
Although I was muttering a prayer filled with honorifics and praise, I wasn't praising the God of Holy Light like an ordinary priest would. Instead, I was explaining my understanding and gratitude towards the Holy Light.
That's right, gratitude. Humans had grown from weak to strong, from barbarians in uncivilized lands to dominating the entire world. It was undeniable that the Holy Light and the Holy Light job class members had sacrificed themselves.
Praying for light in the darkness to bring order to the land of chaos. Why wouldn't I be grateful?
As I prayed, my Dawn sword slowly rose into the air just like the rising sun.
If Dawn's Dawn sword form against Sophocles the Deceiver was a gathering of light, then my Dawn sword's lighthouse form was a scattering of light.
At this moment, the entire battlefield paused for one second. No matter if it was undead or humans, they all instinctively looked in my direction. That was because a new sun was slowly rising.
Pure Holy Light, this new type of Holy Light, had revealed its complete form for the first time in front of everyone.
When the intelligent undead and Demon Lords discovered that this "sun" was actually glowing with Holy Light, they all furiously retreated. They were unable to understand how Holy Light, which had such a short range, was able to illuminate the entire battlefield.
But then, they discovered that this light wasn't as scary as they had expected. When it shone on their bodies, it didn't directly burn or ignite their bodies like Holy Light would. Instead, it was rather warm and comfortable, making them want to shine on it more …
"Wait a moment, something's wrong. We can actually sense the temperature?"
Only at this moment did the intelligent undead discover that something was wrong with the situation. This positive Holy Light didn't directly harm them. Instead, it was gradually corroding and erasing their negative energy.
Compared to the original Holy Light's Holy Light, this Pure Holy Light's attack power was far weaker. However, even the strongest Holy Light priest had only been able to use Holy Light to cover a radius of several hundred meters. Meanwhile, this Holy Light sun was able to illuminate the entire battlefield.
The human warriors also felt warm. Their wounds were actually slowly healing, and while they were fighting, they discovered to their delight that their enemies were becoming weaker and weaker.
This Pure Holy Light was a combat mode specially prepared for the battlefield. It would buff creatures of Order in a large area, while weakening demons and undead in a large area.
This Pure Holy Light didn't have much attack power at first, but it was different from the original Holy Light's Holy Light, which could only be used once. This Pure Holy Light used up very little energy and could shine like a lighthouse. As long as the battle dragged on long enough, the Undead Lords would also be weakened and ignited.
Of course, this wasn't without side effects …
"Kill him!"
A berserk soul voice echoed throughout the world. At this moment, all the zombies, skeletons, Abominations, and bone dragons all looked at me.
Countless will-o '-the-wisps lit up in their originally lifeless eye sockets as all the undead locked onto me.
What surprised me was that the screams of pain were coming from within the dark clouds. Not only that, the Pure Holy Light was actually dispelling the dark clouds and torrential rain!
Pure Holy Light had the ability to "purify" the power of Chaos. The scenery before me was obviously abnormal. In that case, there could only be one explanation.
"These dark clouds are actually some undead's physical body? So this is an Undead Emperor's true body? They really know how to play. "
However, I wasn't as relaxed as I appeared to be. Everyone else was taunting the entire battlefield, while I was taunting the entire battlefield. Everyone else was pulling the aggro of two monsters at once, while I was pulling the aggro of several tens of thousands at once … And there was no meat shield in front of me that could block the undead enemies for me.
I hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to continue maintaining the Pure Holy Light sun. After all, not only was it providing the most important support and illumination to the entire battlefield, it was also attacking the enemy leaders. Now, it would be a matter of who could last longer.
I believed that since I had demonstrated my usefulness, the others would help me block the undead.
What if they couldn't block the undead? This problem was actually quite easy to deal with. When the time came for me to be surrounded, all I had to do was stop taunting, pack up, and run …
"Halent, take your people and help me block the undead. Otherwise, I'll be able to escape at any moment."
That was what Harloys told me. If I won, I would definitely not admit that I had done so.
If I lost? What would be the point if I didn't admit it?
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