The Lost Names suddenly stopped on the battlefield.
The pale Knights were looking back, and tens of thousands of eyes were cast to the rear of the battlefield. Rows of illusory Knights stood in place, as if silently waiting for something.
"What's the matter?"
The supreme of the undead was slightly startled. She saw pillars of light connecting heaven and earth, distributed throughout the battlefield.
A new force had intervened in the battle.
Who was it?
Everyone mounted their horses.
Brando raised his sword, and the golden light of Oderfeiss shone with a strange light in the sun. A thousand years ago, mortals fought for their fate under this sword.
A thousand years later, it became a flag again, and this time, it would rewrite the fate of Wohnde.
"Metisha, raise our banner and tell the world that this is the battle of Erouine's people!"
"Victory —!"
The Knights shouted in unison and burst down from the high ground at the edge of the forest.
At this moment, Erouine's people,
Rubik's people,
Nine Phoenix's people,
Rosaleen's people,
Even Fang Qi and his men.
Everyone no longer had any other thoughts, only to fight and win. And if they failed, it would be nothing more than being buried on the battlefield. For these people, death was not worth mentioning.
Every single one of them was proud.
Fight for honor.
Fight for victory.
The little Silver Elf Princess looked up and threw out a silver card. The card flipped in the air, turned into a beam of light, and shot straight up into the sky.
Then the clouds parted left and right, and a ray of light fell from the sky, shining on everyone's head.
"May I be honored, and then I can honor you!" Metisha held a spear and shouted, "Eternal song of reincarnation, gently waving on the battlefield, Knights, encouragement-"
Light armor emerged from her body, and a stream of light went up against the spears held tightly by the Knights, turning into a brilliant silver flag at the tip of the spear.
On the flag, the silver crescent moon and lily were dazzling beyond compare.
Above the sky.
A golden eye slowly opened, and she looked at the ground with a thoughtful expression. "Planeswalker, I didn't think there would be Planeswalkers in this world."
"That's good, then the inheritance won't be severed …"
Light swords descended from above the clouds and pierced straight into the ground. Brando took the lead, and light followed him. The mystical horse he was sitting on seemed to be stepping on clouds, galloping as if it was flying. The Holy Sword Oderfeiss in its hand was pointed forward, reflecting a burning golden line under the sunlight.
The golden line was cutting into the gap between the crystal cluster and the Lost Names.
The multicolored light descending from the clouds also advanced, plowing into the great army of crystal clusters.
"Cavalry?!" The Undead Lords who were commanding on the high ground saw this scene very clearly and were shocked. "Who is that?"
"Look at their banners, they're displaying their banners!"
"That is …"
"Silver New Moon and Lily Flag …"
"What flag is that?"
"Did one of the lords in the south join the war?"
They turned around and looked at the woman holding the mercury staff behind them.
But the monarch of the Undead did not say a word.
At this moment, this sudden cavalry became the last reserve force of the Undead, and under the command of two people, it hit the most critical place on the battlefield.
The cavalry was ready, and the glory was inspiring —
Incirsta felt as if he had returned to before the age of eighteen, when he was still a human and had not transformed into what he was now. There was still blood in his heart, and he was full of hope to give everything for the rising of the dead moon.
The reason of the Undead gave him and Tarkus an excellent combination, but the enthusiasm of the early years in his heart was long gone. The rise of the Empire had become a cold and step-by-step process, and the reason why the Undead had a tendency to self-destruction may have stemmed from such contradictory feelings.
No Undead was willing to fight side by side with the living, let alone such a motley army from all over the world. That kind of complicated feelings maintained their existence. Disgust, calmness, and a certain goal. For the new generation of Madara, only eternal death was the arrival of some kind of peace.
But at this moment.
He seemed to feel his beating heart and the majestic pulsing blood. He looked back at Tarkus and saw the same color in his eyes.
What was going on?
Everyone's morale was at its peak, and they could not help but look forward. Brando's back on the horse seemed to be crowned with an invisible halo. It was a pair of wings made of light, and it infected everyone.
Perhaps it was not impossible to die in this battle.
His second thought was that the Silver Elf Princess had a keen sense of the battlefield, and she was not inferior to him in the slightest. Both of them had found the weakest point on the battlefield at the first moment.
But it was not enough.
Brando raised his head and looked at the purple wall in front of him that was getting closer and closer.
He withdrew his sword, and a golden halo bounced off from his body, suddenly enveloping everyone around him.
The Knight crashed into it in an instant —
Incirsta let out an ear-piercing shriek. Other than Magadal and Delphine, he could be said to be the weakest in the group. Even Phoenix Fire's combat skills were better than his by at least three points.
He wasn't an Undead Lord who would charge into battle in the first place.
But even so, he was not afraid because of this. The emotions of the dead were indifferent, and their understanding of existence and death was very different from that of the living.
He screamed because of the hysteria in his heart.
"I have to kill at least one!" He thought to himself.
He was also very clear about the strength of these crystal clusters. On this battlefield, the crystal clusters that appeared were far stronger than the monsters around Rosaleen. Their average strength was almost above the Elemental Awakening.
But even so, he saw a crystal cluster raise its sickle-like claws towards him.
The future star of Madara closed his eyes subconsciously, almost thinking about how he could minimize the damage. He did not expect to be able to avoid it, the opponent's movements were much faster than his.
And at this moment, he felt the spear in his hand respond with a solid touch.
"I stabbed it!"
The spear seemed to have stabbed into tofu, and without any resistance, it lifted the crystal armor on the surface of the crystal cluster and stabbed directly into it. The monster let out a scream and swept its claws towards him.
Incirsta's eyes widened as he saw the claws hit his chest heavily, then twisted, deformed, and shattered into countless scattered crystal fragments, which scattered in all directions.
"This …"
"Conflict Halo!" Blank whispered, "Such a high level Conflict Halo, Master is a Templar Knight master!"
Incirsta was stunned, and he rushed straight over, thinking in his heart, "Isn't he a grand swordmaster?"
Brando and his Knight were like a hammer, smashing heavily into the purple sea, and all the crystal clusters that dared to block them were immediately turned into dust.
The group of Knights who were originally Elemental Knights, together with the cavalry equipment, the buffs of inspiration and the Conflict Halo, had now become an unstoppable blade, cutting a path through the swarm of crystal clusters.
"Metisha!" Brando suddenly reined in the reins, turned around, and faced the army of crystal clusters that were rushing towards them. He stretched out the Holy Sword Oderfeiss and swept forward, and a golden sword light flew forward.
The golden line extended to hundreds of feet in an instant on the battlefield, and wherever it passed, the crystal clusters were cut in half. After passing through as many as seven or eight layers, the crystal clusters in front were all shorter, like a sickle sweeping through wheat stubble.
Metisha understood tacitly, and she understood that the Lord was buying time for her. She pointed her spear to the sky and shouted, "Heaven's Armor!"
Thousands of silver lines fell from the sky.
Each line was connected to a crystal cluster on the ground.
Metisha swung her spear from top to bottom.
Countless light pillars fell from the clouds along this silver line, and flames burned from the top of the heads. Those crystal clusters had no resistance at all, and were already turned into ashes.
The front was suddenly empty.
The Undead Lords were already stunned. Fanzin's people? When did they come here? While the lower level lords were in a daze, the higher level lords did not waste any time. This was because the sudden appearance of the cavalry cut through the gap between the Madara's undead and the Crystal Cluster army, causing the enemy's attack to pause for a moment.
At least the flanks of three legions were thus freed. The Supreme with the mercury staff decisively gave an order, and she pointed forward with the staff in her hand.
"Cooperate with them, attack!"
"But we need the bone dragons, more bone dragons, Your Majesty!"
"Then go and find them."
"Bezas, it …"
"Don't tell me the reason, I only want the answer. If you can't do it, I will let someone who can do it replace you."
She replied coldly.
A few minutes later, tens of thousands of bone vultures flew from Madara's position, and they were not inferior to the Crystal Cluster Army's power in the sky. Unfortunately, they were too little of a threat to the Crystal Cluster Army. As soon as they took to the sky, they fell down like rain.
Everyone knew that the Undead's air force would not last long.
Brando suddenly stopped.
"There's a fluctuation of magic," White Mist whispered on his shoulder.
"What's that?"
Someone was screaming.
Brando looked up.
In mid-air, Leviathan was turning around. It was slightly injured earlier, but it was not worth mentioning for its huge body. It let out a piercing scream above the clouds, and countless Crystal Clusters swooped down from mid-air as if they had received an order. Their attack was unusually simple, and they fell directly into the Undead Army's camp like a rainstorm. In the blink of an eye, the Undead Army's front line was broken into pieces.
But this was not what really made him look solemn.
Above the clouds, a dense mass of black dots suddenly appeared.
They passed by the Crystal Cluster Army, and in an instant, they were above the battlefield.
At a distance of more than ten miles, Brando could see the true colors of these black dots at a glance.
Isaac, who was standing behind the Most High, put down the monocular in his hand with a solemn expression. He quietly held the brass casing of the magic device, and his hands were a little pale. Unlike the other Undead Creatures present, he was a human, and a Necromancer with a very high position in the Kingdom of the Dead Moon.
But unlike the liches who yearned for immortality, the human Necromancers always had the various weaknesses of their kind.
Weak, timid, greedy for life, greedy for power, as if they were not worth mentioning in this highly efficient Kingdom. But in fact, it was these people who supported the reform of the Undead Transformation.
He was on this battlefield to see with his own eyes the extent to which the new alchemy could improve the newly born Undead Creatures.
The experiment went smoothly.
But at this moment, Isaac did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart.
"It's a horseshoe worm …" His voice was a little distorted.
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