The cold wind howled.
After winter, the temperature in the outer islands also gradually dropped, but today the drop seemed to be very obvious.
Gloria's silhouette stood at the top of the arcane tower. She was controlling the massive magic lock. However, as the snowflakes drifted away, Gloria seemed to have sensed something. She nodded lightly towards the distance.
The battle below was still going on.
Although the city of Mordor seemed to have a great advantage, there were too many enemies.
Countless undead almost filled the field of vision. The defense line of the Dwarven shield warriors was constantly being compressed, and the ratio of casualties was gradually increasing. Even if a large number of cannon fodder were consumed with golems, the number of undead army was still more than five times that of the city of Mordor. The middle-grade demons began to break through the defense line, and the drows pulled out their swords to join the battle. In the city of Mordor, only these drows with high-grade professions could deal with these demons one-on-one. The pressure on the priests became greater and greater. Some priests who had used up their divine spells began to join the battle with scepters.
The priests in this world were not weak spellcasters. They could wear heavy armor and fight head-on with warhammers.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Orcas's situation seemed to be a little unfavorable. After his third resurrection, he had not recovered his full strength. Neither the Lord of the Dead nor the God of Death, Nairo, would allow him to fully recover. That would not allow them to control Orcas.
Søren's suppression began to become obvious.
Also, because of the existence of the magic lock, the combat power of the enemy spellcasters had decreased a lot. Many low-grade spells of the Liches had lost their effect, and the preparation time for high-level spells was constant. The Dark Blade and the Inquisitor Assassin, who were given divinity by Søren, had been staring at them. The figure of the Arcane Assassin was like a ghost. Every time he appeared, an enemy would fall.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier.
Orcas's figure was already covered with scars. Søren was also injured, but he immediately recovered with a high recovery spell.
"Dorrison!"
Finally, the Undead King – Orcas lost all his patience. The more this battle continued, the more likely he was to lose because some of the demons had begun to collapse.
They were afraid of the gods.
And Mordor City seemed to have more than one god.
Orcas smashed his huge scepter on the ground, and a huge summoning circle automatically formed. The figure of Dorrison, the King of Ghouls, appeared, along with some huge twisted ghouls.
He summoned his servant, the leader of the undead army, the King of Ghouls, Dorrison!
"You finally can't hold it in anymore?"
When the King of Ghouls appeared, Søren quickly retreated. He didn't want to fight two powerful Demon Lords at once.
Snowflakes danced in the air.
Søren's figure turned into a golden shadow as he slowly said, "Then let's end this now!"
Whoosh!
A gale swept through the entire battlefield in an instant.
The snowstorm suddenly became incomparably fierce, and the ground froze into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless ice and snow fell like sharp blades, and the demons let out incomparably shrill screams, and the undead army fell to the ground in droves.
Princess Royal's figure appeared.
After Søren bought a lot of time for her, Princess Royal finally completed this super-large divine spell.
"Icebound Kingdom!"
The cold instantly shrouded the battlefield.
The army of Mordor City quickly retreated, and a terrible snowstorm fell from the sky. The low-level undead were directly frozen into ice sculptures, and the high-level demons were covered with scars.
Ice and snow gathered in the wind.
Then a little golden light fell, and a twenty-meter-tall snow giant appeared in the snow and ice. It roared and rampaged through the undead army. All attacks could hardly leave a mark on its body because the ice and snow quickly repaired it.
"Sure enough."
Søren looked at the countless fallen undead and murmured, "The large-scale lethality of spellcasters after ascending to godhood is still greater than that of melee fighters."
Princess Royal almost reversed the situation of the battle by herself.
This kind of scene could only be achieved by Gloria using "Meteorite", but that meant that the island of Mordor would be severely damaged. Søren was still not comparable to Princess Royal in terms of AOE damage. He could use Area Divine Power Shockwaves and legendary spells, but there was no way to kill tens of thousands of demons and undead as quietly as Princess Royal.
"Master!"
In the snowstorm, a girl with a nine-tailed whip appeared.
She stopped a group of high-level demons, and some petitioners appeared behind her. The Girl of Pain bowed slightly to Søren to show her respect, and then quickly joined the battle.
Søren just frowned slightly at this.
As Søren's subordinate god, under normal circumstances, the Girl of Pain should have joined the battle as soon as possible. But in fact, the situation was that when Princess Royal appeared, and the battle was almost completely in Mordor's favor, the Girl of Pain summoned her Heroic Spirit.
"Sure enough," Søren said to himself, "The native god who surrendered is not trustworthy."
Søren was a little disappointed with the Girl of Pain.
…
The undead's attack stopped.
The army of Mordor City launched a counterattack, and Søren, Princess Royal, and Vivian surrounded Orcas's Dorison.
The situation was very clear.
Orcas, the Undead King, and Dorison, the Ghoul King, would face Søren (Intermediate Divine Power), the Twins of Fear — Vivian and Lillian (Intermediate Divine Power), and Arendelle's Snow Goddess — Princess Royal (Intermediate Divine Power).
A trace of fear finally appeared on Orcas's face.
On the other hand, Dorison, the Ghoul King, was very confused. He thought that his master was going to attack the material plane to plunder and kill, but he didn't expect that his master was going to attack Mordor City. Dorison, who had just responded to the summon, didn't see the situation clearly, and then he found himself surrounded by three Intermediate Divine Powers.
His mood was simply f * cked up!
"Roar."
Orcas let out a roar full of unwillingness. He waved the Orcas Staff and rushed towards Søren.
However, what everyone didn't expect was that when Orcas rushed up crazily, Dorison, the Ghoul King, quietly retreated, then suddenly opened a strange door of light and disappeared directly in front of everyone's eyes.
He escaped.
The surrounding space had been sealed, but he still escaped.
"[Crafty] Field!?"
Søren seemed to have thought of something, and then he faced Orcas in front of him.
Orcas had no chance of winning.
When Dorison, the Ghoul King, escaped, the less than 30% chance of winning was directly reduced to zero. Unless some kind of miracle happened, it was impossible for Orcas to defeat three Intermediate Divine Powers at the same time.
He was dead for sure.
He just didn't know if he could be resurrected after this death!
Maybe.
Dying in the hands of Søren would be his final end.
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
