As soon as the battle began, Julia and Fat Tiger rushed out.
Roy ordered Fat Tiger to intercept the flying bone dragons in the air. Those large skeletons were the most suitable for Fat Tiger to deal with, and Julia's targets were the death knights and undead zombies.
As for Roy himself, he was using magic to support from the rear. Among the troops controlled by Arantir, the number of skeleton soldiers and zombies was at least three to four times that of Cassandra. If he ignored these skeleton soldiers, Cassandra's troops would immediately be crushed, so Roy's primary target was these skeleton soldiers and zombies.
Apart from vampires, dark curses like pain and torture were useless against most undead, so it was better to directly attack them. Roy raised his hand and directly enveloped Arantir's vanguard with an ice storm.
Huge and sharp black icicles appeared out of thin air and smashed down on the ground like a torrential downpour. Those fragile skeleton soldiers and zombies were almost wiped out the moment the icicles fell! Only two or three kittens were left …
Those were tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers and zombies! Arantir could not help but be shocked when he saw this. Isn't the range of this demon's magic a little too large?!
In fact, not to mention tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers, even if there were hundreds of thousands of them, Roy could clear them all in an instant. It had to be known that if Roy used all his strength, the range of his magic could even affect an entire city.
The front was empty, and Cassandra took the opportunity to command her troops to advance toward Arantir's location. But at this moment, Arantir's counterattack arrived.
As he waved his arm holding the magic staff, a green magical light enveloped the battlefield. The broken bones left behind by the Frost Storm actually moved again under the shroud of this magic. In the next second, as if an invisible hand was pushing and reassembling them, these broken bones automatically reassembled and formed skeletons again!
Although the bones were full of broken marks, these skeleton soldiers still moved. They formed a front line again, blocked Cassandra's troops, and fought against the skeleton soldiers controlled by Cassandra.
"Undead Resurrection?" Roy frowned and immediately noticed what magic Arantir was using.
Although the Undead looked terrifying and looked like skeletons, in fact, most of the Undead's fighting strength was on the weak side. After losing their bodies, their movements would be much stiffer, and their strength would definitely be greatly reduced compared to when they were alive. Similarly, after losing their souls, they would lose their consciousness and could only act according to orders. It was impossible for them to adapt on the spot. When the opponent slashed at them, they could only meet the enemy head-on without dodging, which made it easier for them to be injured.
Logically speaking, the overall combat power of such an army would definitely be greatly reduced. However, if the Undead army was accompanied by a Necromancer to command them, it would be a completely different story!
And the most important ability of necromancers was this [Raise the Dead] spell!
Think about it, a living person fighting against these undead. Although your opponent can be easily killed, a single spell from a necromancer would cause them to stand up again. They would constantly be cut down and then stand up again. They don't know exhaustion, and would endlessly consume your physical strength. As long as they could catch you off guard, they would be able to kill you. Who wouldn't be afraid of such an opponent?
The situation Roy was facing now was the same. Although he could use Frost Storm to clear these skeleton soldiers again, as long as Arantir used a spell, they would stand up again. If this continued, it would become a competition of magic power consumption with Arantir. Although Roy was not afraid of any war of attrition with the high-speed magic regeneration effect of the Cold Winter Armor, what was the point of this?
I have to make them unable to move at all! Roy thought and released his magic again.
This time, he did not use Frost Storm. Instead, black frost and snow floated in the location of Arantir's skeleton army, and the temperature in the desert began to drop sharply.
Under the influence of this low temperature, the movements of Arantir's skeleton soldiers began to slow down. As the temperature dropped again, thick ice began to condense on these bones, and in the end, they froze into ice sculptures one by one!
Cassandra clearly realized Roy's intentions. Under her control, her skeleton soldiers did not attack these frozen skeletons but rushed through the gaps beside them, completely ignoring the ice sculptures.
Without a doubt, this move exceeded Arantir's expectations. The skeleton soldiers and zombies were very weak, but Roy's ice power was so powerful. The thick black ice sculptures were not something that the skeleton soldiers and zombies could break from the inside. This way, even if Arantir had Raise the Dead, it would be useless.
These skeleton soldiers and zombies were equivalent to being completely crippled …
Arantir did not expect to be suppressed by the magic of the demon opposite him at the beginning of the battle. His eyes flickered as he quickly waved the staff in his hand. He first cast an Air Divine Shield and a Water Control spell on himself. He knew very well that the enemy's troops were at a disadvantage in numbers, and it was possible for them to carry out decapitation tactics and directly attack the commander leading the team. Moreover, the demon opposite him was very good at air magic and water magic (lightning magic and ice magic were classified as these two types in Ashan), so he had to ensure his safety first.
Sure enough, Roy thought the same. Just as Arantir completed his defensive magic, Roy's Finger of Death arrived!
Black lightning flashed from Roy's fingertips, pierced through the night sky, and crossed more than a kilometer to arrive in front of Arantir almost instantly. Then as though it had hit an invisible wall, it exploded with a sizzle!
If not for Arantir's quick reaction, he would have been hit just now!
Arantir's magic power was strong enough. This Air Divine Shield directly blocked Roy's powerful lightning, and the Air Divine Shield still did not disappear. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Arantir began to counterattack.
His mental power spread out and enveloped Cassandra's undead army. The skeleton soldiers immediately fell into chaos and began attacking their companions around them without distinguishing between friend and foe.
"Master, he's fighting me for control of these skeleton soldiers!" Cassandra hurriedly reported to Roy.
"Steady!" In fact, Roy did not expect Cassandra's skeleton soldiers to be of much use. "Just hold his attention!"
"Yes, Master!" Cassandra responded and stopped talking. She began to focus on fighting Arantir.
Roy turned his gaze to Fat Tiger and Julia. At this moment, Fat Tiger and Julia were in trouble. Julia was fighting the death knights and wights. Although she had the advantage of being able to fly quickly and the power of hellfire, she killed several death knights and wights one after another in the battle, the great liches behind Arantir supported the death knights. The staffs in the hands of the great liches shot out countless death rays that bombarded Julia, directly breaking her magic power shield. The corrosive power contained in the death rays damaged her armor and injured her body. At this time, she did not dare to continue attacking the death knights and only flew in the air to avoid the death rays from the great liches.
On Fat Tiger's side, he was besieged by several bone dragons. Fat Tiger was huge, and the bone dragons were not small either. Although these bone dragons retained their dragon skeletons, after losing their bodies, they also lost their original magic power, so they could only rely on their remaining dragon teeth and sharp claws to bite and kill Fat Tiger. Although Fat Tiger had three heads and a wide attack area, when these bone dragons, who were not afraid of pain, exchanged blows with him, Fat Tiger still cried out from being bitten.
Roy noticed that very little blood flowed out from the places on Fat Tiger's body bitten by the bone dragons, but there was a strange shriveled state around the wounds, as though the muscle tissue there had completely lost its vitality.
This was probably the most terrifying ability of the bone dragons: aging! Perhaps because of the contamination of the power of death, there was a chance that the bone dragons would have this kind of aging ability when they were born. This ability was not time magic, but more like a kind of poison. The enemy that they attacked would have their cells undergo a lot of metabolism in a short period of time, running out of nutrients, and rapidly aging and dying.
Fat Tiger's strength surpassed these bone dragons, and he could easily knock them down and suppress them. As long as the bone dragons were bitten by Fat Tiger, their bones would shatter under the powerful bite force. But there were dozens of bone dragons, and there was only one Fat Tiger. After biting a few bone dragons to pieces, a few more would immediately come in and attack Fat Tiger. Not to mention that these bone dragons would recover under Arantir's Undead Resurrection. If this situation continued, sooner or later, Fat Tiger would be besieged and killed by the bone dragons.
Seeing this situation, Roy did not hesitate at all. He buffed Fat Tiger with Bloodlust and gave him a Lightning Shield at the same time to make it easier for him to deal with it. As for Julia, Roy gave her an Ice Shield spell to create a circle of ice armor around her to block the death rays for her.
After doing this, Roy flashed across the entire battlefield and arrived above Arantir's head. He stretched out his hand to summon Frostmourne and slashed at Arantir! Clang!
Clang! With a loud sound, Arantir crossed his staff in time to block Roy's attack.
However, under Roy's tremendous slash, the undead warhorse under Arantir directly knelt. The bones at its knees broke, and its entire body was pressed into the yellow sand.
With the undead warhorse as a buffer, Arantir rolled in a sorry state and escaped from Roy's sword. The moment he got up, he did not hesitate at all. He slammed his staff on the ground and roared, "Asha controls everything! Come out, Death Incarnation! "
Roy had just flashed behind Arantir at this moment, intending to stab him with his sword. But he did not expect a huge magic formation to appear on the ground with Arantir as the center. Roy was in the magic formation, so he could only dodge when he saw that the situation was bad.
The next second, an enormous claw drilled out of the ground, right where Roy was just now. It was an incomparably huge … dragon claw!
Although it still looked like a skeleton, this claw was filled with the black mist of death. The dragon claw clenched on the spot, but after failing to pinch Roy, it slapped the ground, raising a huge cloud of sand with a bang.
Immediately afterward, another giant claw drilled out. With the support of the two claws, a dragon head also filled with the black mist of death emerged from the sand …
Custom Demon King
Custom Demon King
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