Under the dim moonlight, the [Dark Sky] that enveloped Town Dico gradually dissipated. In the thin black mist, the hidden fangs gradually became clear.
In all directions, there was a dense swarm of dead souls, as if there was an endless sea. The capital army's scalp tingled. The number of the capital army was originally one of the advantages of the capital army, but now it had become a disadvantage.
Pallor understood a little. The reason for the house explosion just now was not only to kill and injure his soldiers, but also to clear a large open space without cover, which was convenient for the encirclement and annihilation tactics. He suddenly thought of the previous soldier's report that all the houses were empty. Could it be that … all the townspeople have become undead?
Even though Pallor had always been ruthless, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Don't panic! It's just a group of trash skeletons! Their fragile skeletons can't withstand the sharpest blades in our hands at all. The poor rusty knives can't even leave a trace on our solid armor! " Pallor calmed down and began to boost the morale loudly, "We are the strongest elites of the capital. How can we be afraid of these trash who are only worthy of being cannon fodder on the battlefield? Soldiers, the enemies of the Dark Moon have fled with their tails between their legs. We are just worried that there is no place to earn more credit. Exert your strongest power and crush these skeletons! "
Needless to say, these capital generals were good at boosting morale. The soldiers' fighting spirit suddenly rose again. Although most people had no experience in fighting the undead, everyone knew that the undead most commonly used the [Skeleton Sea] tactic, which was to use the number of skeleton soldiers as cannon fodder to consume the enemy. Skeletons were the lowest-level undead creatures. Their own combat power was not worth mentioning. With the combat power of the capital army, it should not be a problem to defend or even launch counterattacks.
Under the command of Pallor, the capital army formed a huge phalanx, confronting a large number of enemies that were slowly moving over.
The [Dark Sky] had completely disappeared. Although the moonlight was not very bright, the soldiers could see the appearance of the undead army clearly with the help of the fire in the house and the illumination light balls. Many people took a deep breath in unison.
It was indeed a skeleton sea, but these skeletons … were too unexpected.
Cannon fodder on the battlefield? Fragile skeletons? Poor rusty knives?
The helmets and iron armor on the skeletons could only be equipped by the heavy infantry known as tortoise shell. They were uniformly equipped with thick round shields and bright scimitars. Damn! The equipment of a regular infantry army was only so-so!
Pallor was also stunned. Was this the weakest Skeleton Soldier? All the skeletons were equipped with the same standard of weapons and armor. How much would that cost?
Now is not the time to laugh at or lament that the Dark Moon Estate is rich and stupid. With so many well-equipped undead soldiers, I'm afraid it will be the biggest nightmare tonight!
"Hahahaha!" The strange laughter echoed in Town Dico. The laughter seemed to come from dozens of people in all directions, but the voice and tone were from one person, revealing a shuddering horror. "So many materials for making undead, it's so good! Slaves, help your future companions get rid of the excess flesh on their bodies! "
The speed of the skeletons gradually accelerated, rushing from all directions to the capital army's phalanx.
For a time, the sound of weapons colliding was endless, mixed with the roars and screams of the soldiers. As soon as they collided, the outermost edge of the phalanx had been shaved off a layer. The pressure brought by the skeleton sea was far beyond the imagination of the soldiers. Not only the equipment was powerful, but their strength was also not weak. What was more terrifying was the attributes of the undead. They didn't know fatigue or fear at all, let alone feel pain. Unless the core of the head was destroyed, the damage to the rest of the body did not have much effect. Even if their hands and feet were broken, as long as the scimitars in their hands were still there, they could still kill people without being affected.
These elite soldiers of the capital were well-trained. Although they were facing the terrifying impact of the undead army, they still maintained a high level of mental state and combat power. As soon as there were casualties, someone would immediately replace them. Although the losses were not light, they always maintained the defensive formation.
In the center of the phalanx, Deputy General Durui kept mobilizing and commanding, gradually turning the phalanx that could attack and defend into a purely defensive circular formation. Pallor had a solemn expression as he paid close attention to the battle situation in all directions.
"General Pallor, do you need me to take action now?" Pegasus, the Demon Overlord powerhouse who had been protecting Pallor, spoke.
"Not for the time being." Pallor was not mediocre. He pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The Dark Moon is indeed hidden deeply. It is much more difficult to deal with than I thought. Not only there are 2 powerful Demon Overlord Dragons, but there is also such a terrifying number of undead army. I miscalculated this time. Obviously, the enemy has been planning for a long time. Now that Sir Stebil and the others have been lured away, the only Demon Overlord powerhouse left on our side is Sir Pegasus. I know that sir is one of the few powerhouses in the royal family. You practice both martial arts and magic. You can challenge the peak stage of the Demon Overlord with the strength of the intermediate stage of the Demon Overlord, but the current situation outside is unclear. I don't know if the enemy has other means, so sir should not act rashly. If you waste your power in vain or are restrained by the enemy, it will only make the situation of our army more dangerous. These undead must be controlled by the magician who made the sound just now. Undead magicians are generally very cunning and will hide somewhere. Sir, please endure and observe for the time being. Try to find out where the magician is hiding, then please do your best to eliminate the enemy leader in one fell swoop. As long as the magician dies, this undead army will automatically collapse. "
Pegasus showed agreement, "General is right. To be able to control so many skeletons, this person's strength is at least close to the Demon Overlord level. I will gradually extend the territory power to try to sense and search for the opponent's controller. Due to the large number of enemies, this requires considerable spirit power and time. I can't help general in a short time. "
"Sir, please rest assured to use your power. Don't worry about being disturbed. Our army can still withstand it at present."
Pegasus nodded, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
The formation of more than 100,000 people was not so easy to change. Moreover, it was still in battle. Fortunately, Durui had good command and changed it in the shortest time. However, under the fierce attack of the undead, the circle shrank a little. Although the soldiers in the circle used bows and arrows to shoot, it did not have a good effect on the undead.
There was a magician squad of 80 people in the capital legion. The magic attack was much more threatening to the undead than the bows and arrows, but for the large number of skeleton soldiers, it was just a drop in the bucket. After releasing a few magic spells in a row, the magicians could not cast magic again in a short time because of the exhaustion of magic power.
Just as the magicians stopped, there were continuous sounds of bowstrings in the direction of the undead army. Arrows were flying all over the sky, causing a lot of casualties. They even killed a few magicians who were caught off guard. Durui, who was commanding the battle, was shocked. The undead army actually has archers?
These Undead Archers used powerful, high-quality arrows, which made up for their lack of accuracy. Speaking of accuracy … the Undead weren't afraid of accidental injuries at all. It didn't matter if the arrows hit their own people, as they would still be alive and kicking.
A soldier's spear accurately pierced the heart of a skeleton soldier with an arrow on the opposite side. However, this conventional fatal attack had no effect on the skeleton. The skeleton soldier let the skeleton in its heart be shattered by the spear. It rushed forward without slowing down and slashed the soldier's shoulder with a knife.
The sharp blade cut through the leather armor and was embedded in the soldier's shoulder blade. Blood immediately soaked the clothes. Before the soldier could pull out the knife, a soldier next to him struggled and cut the skeleton's arm in two. The skeleton that had lost its scimitar was still fierce. It hit the head of the soldier whose shoulder was injured with a shield. Before the soldier could wake up from the dizziness, another skeleton's scimitar arrived and cut off half of the soldier's head. Blood and brains splashed on the face of the soldier next to him. The soldier's line of sight was blocked. He hurriedly used the shield to protect his body, but there was a pain in his foot. A skeleton with only half of its body left cut off his right knee. He immediately screamed and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he had been cut into several pieces. As soon as the companions in the back row came up, they were shot to the ground by the rain of arrows from the air. The skeleton soldiers with arrows shot by their own people on their backs were unaffected and continued to rush forward fiercely.
This scene was just a small microcosm of the battle. These skeletons did not have independent consciousness. The movements of their hands were very monotonous. There were only 2 kinds of slashes and shield attacks. They didn't even know how to defend. However, it was this simple attack movement and immortality that caused the capital army to suffer huge losses. According to this consumption, the capital army would definitely be the first to be destroyed.
At this time, a group of figures appeared in the skeleton team. These figures looked similar to ordinary people. Their bodies were thin, and the parts below the knees seemed to have no substance. They floated forward, which looked very strange.
"What is that?"
"Why is there no damage at all when the sword slashes over?"
"Bows and arrows are useless! Is it an immortal body? "
"Be careful! This is a ghost! It will greatly reduce physical damage! "
"Damn it, there are so many ghosts!"
Ghosts were undead creatures transformed from the dead with strong spirit power when they were alive. They had a strong immunity to physical damage. Sometimes, they could be completely immune. For an ordinary army, they were definitely an immortal nightmare. The best way to deal with ghosts was the magician's attack, but now there were only a few dozen magicians who were almost exhausted. After a magician barely cast a [Thunder Fall], he fainted because of the overdraft of spirit power.
In the front row, a Demon King-level captain who practiced both magic and martial arts had a lot of arrows stuck in his armor. Seeing that all the soldiers under his command were dead, he shouted angrily. The weapon in his hand glowed with dazzling light as he rushed into the enemy's formation. With a big move, the ghosts and skeletons within 10 meters disappeared and shattered. However, the "blank space" that was cleared was filled by the undead in the blink of an eye. The general who couldn't retreat in time used his remaining strength to kill a few enemies, but he was quickly submerged in the tide-like sea of undead.
In a battlefield of this scale, even if one had the strength of a Great Demon King, it was difficult to stop a chariot. Only the high-level strength with territory power could truly defeat thousands of enemies.
The Demon Emperor-level general on the outer edge of the circle formation, Toros, was the legion commander of the second legion. He was brave and good at fighting. He was currently leading the army to resist the tide of undead in the front row. The strength of the high-level powerhouse was indeed powerful. Toros was riding a mutated land pseudo-dragon. The scythe in his hand turned into an arc in the air. Each strike could cut off a large area of undead. Even the ghosts that could reduce physical damage could not resist this absolute power containing territory power. They were turned into ashes one after another.
Toros rode his mount and rushed left and right in the undead army. He was invincible. After killing a large circle, he safely returned to the vicinity of the circle formation. The soldiers of the second legion all shouted "Mighty". In their excitement, they defeated many undead.
Seeing that the morale of the soldiers was high, Toros raised his scythe high and rushed toward the enemy formation again. In fact, his attack consumed a lot of power, but only in this way could he improve the morale that had begun to decline.
The soldiers of the capital were all elites who had undergone strict training, but after a long time, they inevitably had emotional fluctuations. This fluctuation was directly reflected in their combat power. In contrast, the undead themselves did not have the factor of morale. Even if Toros destroyed many of them, they still kept advancing, and their combat power remained unchanged.
Just as Toros waved his scythe and rode the land pseudo-dragon to tear the undead formation again, the undead team in front suddenly made way, and a black figure appeared in front of him. This was a knight covered in black armor, riding a black ghost warhorse. The warhorse was wearing armor, and its eyes were faintly glowing. It looked exceptionally strange under the moonlight.
Terror knight! Toros's pupils shrank slightly. If skeletons were soldiers, then terror knights were kings. They were the highest level of undead creatures, made of special dead souls and corpses. They were powerful knights during their lifetime, but their souls could not dissipate because of some kind of will or curse. They were reborn as undead and used resentment and killing as the source of power. Terror knights were not those unconscious skeletons. They not only retained independent will in addition to obeying the controller, but they also had powerful strength and combat skills during their lifetime.
The black visor of the terror knight revealed a bright bewitching red light, locking the existence of Toros. A huge knight's spear appeared in his hand. With a shake of the reins, the ghost warhorse spread its four hooves and rushed toward Toros like a black lightning.
Toros did not show any weakness. He urged the land pseudo-dragon to meet the terror knight. The two galloping mounts crossed each other in the blink of an eye, and a clear "zheng" sound even covered the earth-shaking battle cry. The soldiers in the rear only vaguely saw a flash of sparks. The 2 mounts had separated, turned their mounts at the same time, and confronted each other again from a distance.
The black armor on the back of the terror knight cracked open, and black smoke leaked out from it, but the smoke was quickly absorbed into his body again. Toros's silver shoulder armor was shattered, and there was a terrifying wound on his shoulder. The fragments of the armor were even squeezed into his flesh. Toros did not show any pain on his face, but he looked at the black knight opposite him with a solemn expression.
With just one blow, Toros understood a few things in his heart. First, this terror knight was not inferior to him in terms of strength level, combat skills, and horsemanship; Second, the equipment on the opponent, including the horse armor, was not inferior to him; It was at least quasi-legendary grade; Third, the terror knight seemed to have a kind of spirit power interference similar to the art of fear, which made the land dragon feel fear. It hesitated when sprinting just now, causing his injury to be more serious than the opponent.
This is a powerful opponent! Toros's body burned with red flames, and his human face turned into the strongest combat form of a Great Demon. The flames wrapped the land dragon mount, and the art of fear that enveloped the land dragon was immediately dispelled. He and the mount were like a dazzling flame, once again facing the charging black lightning.
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