Isaac's words did not seem to attract the slightest attention.
A little flame flickered in her dark eyes. The sea of bones, black flags, and purple crystal clusters covered the sky like a tide. Lightning fell from the clouds, and one or two flames streaked across the sky. The distant scene of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of this pair of emotionless and cold eyes.
She turned around.
She stretched out a pale and slender finger, holding the mercury staff in her hand, and pointed in one direction.
There was no order.
However, behind her, the Undead Lords all pressed their bony palms to their chests, and the soulfire in their chests burned fiercely. The Dark Nobles lowered their heads like the tide, and ripples spread from front to back.
They turned around, and pale flames flickered in their eye sockets.
The Madara generals in the last row understood and turned around. They opened their hollow jaws and waved their white bony fists at the necromancers and undead wizard apprentices as they roared angrily.
"Let those cowards from Balakirevo enter the field, and tell them, for the eternal rest of the dead, long live the Black Rose of Bramanto!"
"The Black Rose will never wither!"
The sound of the command came one after another on the battlefield.
The low-level liches and undead wizard apprentices hurriedly ran back, and some even fell to the ground on the way. But under the supervision of the undead supervisors, these unlucky fellows immediately got up on their hands and feet and ran to the few huge crystal towers behind the high platform.
Groups of liches and undead wizard apprentices placed their hands on the crystal towers, and green ripples immediately extended along the spindle-shaped main crystal of the crystal towers, which was twenty to thirty meters tall. When it reached the top of the tower supported by the white bone base, it immediately turned into beams of green light and shot out in all directions.
The green line connected to the other direction of the distant battlefield, and when it hit the crystal tower in that direction, the nearby sea of bones immediately lit up with green spots of light.
Almost all the liches looked down at the sparkling emeralds inlaid on the bone staff in their hands. When they looked up again, rows of skeleton soldiers began to slowly turn around, and on the entire battlefield, it was as if a huge wheel had formed in an instant.
"The Bonefire Legion has entered the south of the Lorwade Hills —"
"The Death Vulture Knight is ready to join the battle."
"Pale Knight, prepare to join the battle."
"Black Plague Legion, prepare for the next wave of attack."
The undead were adjusting their attacks.
Beams of green light crisscrossed in the air above the battlefield, instantly forming a dark green net above the undead army.
But the good times did not last long. There was a commotion in the tide-like cluster of crystals. Suddenly, a large number of behemoths with mountain-sized clusters of crystals on their backs emerged. The moment they appeared, they immediately raised their heads and let out ear-piercing shrieks. The crystal beams on their backs vibrated at a high frequency, and the resonance of the sound waves spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the frontline of the undead army, the smaller crystal towers began to crack and crumble. Further away, the green beams of light began to become disorderly. In the sea of bones, the green spots of light began to disappear one by one.
It was as if the entire battlefield had darkened in an instant.
"Change the flag signal —"
"Change the flag signal, idiots!"
Her ice-cold eyes reflected this scene, but she didn't seem to be surprised at all. However, the Undead Lords behind her had already turned around and roared at their subordinates.
Black sword-shaped flags were erected on the battlefield.
Erouine's Knight was still moving forward, as if to separate a path in the sea of crystal clusters.
Incirsta looked back at the direction of Madara's army. His dark eyes were full of dark clouds, and the black flags reflected a thick shadow in the depths of his pupils.
"My Lord, we have to find a way to get rid of those strange things!"
He couldn't help but shout anxiously.
"What did you call me, Mister Incirsta?"
Brando asked as he looked at the huge monsters that suddenly appeared in the crystal clusters. Occasionally, one or two crystal clusters would pounce on them, but he didn't even look at them and cut off their heads with his sword.
"… As long as you can help Madara win this war, I'll work for you, as long as you don't mind having a dark noble as your retainer." Incirsta gritted his teeth and said loudly.
Tarkus split the head of a crystal cluster with his sword. He looked back and wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, he shook his head and didn't speak.
Brando looked back at him and said with some surprise, "I had an Undead retainer in the Cruz Empire. You're not the first, Mister Incirsta. But can you represent the will of the mercury staff?"
"The dark nobles are free, not just our will."
Brando urged his horse forward and shook his head.
"Your proposal is very tempting, Mister Incirsta. But I don't want to threaten anyone. If you're willing to come to the Abies to work for me, I'll welcome you. But for now, let's think about how to win first."
He said loudly, "Help me count how many there are. Don't miss any."
Incirsta opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Brando.
The reason he said those words was that he was full of pride. Just like Brando firmly believed that the Black Lord would become the future of Madara, Incirsta also knew his own value. He was a genius. He never denied this and was proud of it.
Even if it was the rumored Tariq, he never felt that he was inferior to him. He was the pride of the Pale Rose, the first noble to complete the dark transformation before the age of 18 in a hundred years in the central region of the Sea of the Dead Moon. Even his deputy, Tarkus, who was praised by everyone, could only stand behind him.
He was very clear that the human in front of him was definitely aware of his value. He had long discovered that the other party's understanding of him was even more thorough than his own. Without a doubt, this Count was also an outstanding person, and only a stupid person would be jealous of a virtuous person.
Those who were truly above others would only use them for themselves.
"Are you in a daze, Mr. Incirsta?" Brando tilted his head and said, "This is a battle for your country. I thought you didn't want to give this glory to Metisha."
"I'm sorry …" Incirsta immediately raised his head. His somewhat panicked gaze swept across the battlefield. "They are in the east and west. There are a total of … twenty-seven, no, twenty-eight."
"Twenty-nine."
Tarkus remained silent as he answered. He pointed out the new crystal monsters that appeared on the battlefield one by one, and then looked back at his partner.
Incirsta's face alternated between red and white.
Brando did not look at the two of them. "Metisha, help me count."
He raised his hand and opened his five fingers slightly.
"Space —"
Without warning —
A huge crystal cluster that was screaming suddenly flew up from the sea of crystals. It was still waving its limbs in panic, obviously not understanding what had happened for a moment.
Then the second one, the third one, the fourth one …
One by one, the crystal clusters were called out, and then rose from the sea of crystal clusters. Far behind the undead army, the undead lords who were about to use flag signals to give orders suddenly froze. They turned around one after another and looked at this scene, dumbfounded.
Only that pair of pitch-black eyes still did not have a trace of emotion.
"This … this is?"
"Someone is helping us!" Someone suddenly shouted in a low voice.
"Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine …"
But when the last giant crystal cluster rose into the sky, there was a sudden commotion among the crystal clusters. This commotion spread out in all directions like water ripples.
The woman on the high platform turned around and faced all her subjects with a cold expression.
The undead lords seemed to have woken up from a dream.
"Quick, don't waste time, attack them —!"
They gave orders at the top of their lungs.
The undead's crystal tower became bright once again.
"Mr. Incirsta, go and contact your Majesty. You know what we need."
Brando raised his right hand, and the twenty-nine giant crystal clusters were fixed in the air by him like toys. He said to Incirsta with a calm expression.
Metisha also looked at the future Black Lord of Madara.
Adney and her Knight looked at Brando as if he was a god. Just by looking at the twenty-nine monsters that could not move in his hand, they could understand what kind of great power it was.
Quill's eyes were full of light.
"My Lord, I …" Incirsta answered a little awkwardly.
"Now is not the time to discuss this, Mr. Incirsta. Only how to win is what we need to consider." Brendel shook his head. Even he was a little surprised. He thought that he could at most lift two-thirds of them, and that would be good enough.
But at this moment, he felt that a strange way of thinking dominated his current state. He seemed to be looking at himself from a higher dimension. The power of the laws in his body was restless. The traditional knowledge of time and space seemed to be leaving him.
The point was, after the battle with Rushta, he felt the power of the Elemental Orb again.
And this time.
They were more powerful, so majestic that it seemed to shock the mind.
He resisted the shock on the spiritual level and said to Incirsta word by word, "I know you can contact your Majesty. Hurry up."
Incirsta nodded silently, but then shook his head.
"I'm sorry, my Lord. You're right. But I don't think we need to contact His Majesty. The Liches of Balakirevo are already entering the field … "
He said in a sincere tone and turned back.
Brando followed his gaze and turned his head.
There was a continuous flash of light on the ground line.
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