Rows of wizards wrapped in black robes were entering from the back of the undead army. There were hundreds and thousands of them. Compared to the fiery front line, the scene here was strangely silent.
These white bone claws stretched out from under the sleeves of the robes and held the magic staffs in their hands.
The magic staffs were completely different from the simple bone staffs in the hands of the necromancers. They were made of dark metal, like the metal of the underworld that could connect the two worlds in the legends. On the top of the magic staffs, the King's Tear glowed.
This was the first undead magic army from Balakirevo, the army of liches that shocked the world in the battle of Seifer.
In the wild wind on the battlefield, a skeletal hand lifted the hood of a cloak, revealing a pale skull underneath. The dark red light in Victor's eye sockets stared at the sky above the battlefield. Madara, the black rose of the Roman Empire, was withering.
Rows of wizards in the same black robes walked to his side and stood side by side with him, forming a long line on the battlefield.
A silent battle line.
But Madara, all things must wither, all things must sleep forever. Martha above, everything is so consistent with the law and common sense.
The king of liches, the ruler of Balakirevo, Victor raised the bone staff in his hand. The king of jewels, the Prometheus Diamond unearthed from the Sea of the Dead Moon, emitted a dim light in the wind.
The undead lost the sky and the freedom to fly, but they still had magic. Death was still enough to engulf everything.
"Eternal Darkness," it uttered a monotonous word from its dry throat.
"All things die," everyone said in unison.
One by one, magic circles unfolded on the horizon. They rotated, as if they were opening a door of light that shone faintly.
A ray of green light rose from the horizon and was reflected in the depths of Brendel's eyes. It seemed to draw a long parabola from the distant horizon, turning into a stream of light as it approached from afar.
Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
The green beam of light left a long afterimage in his field of vision. Right in the middle of the sea of crystal clusters, it exploded with a loud bang. It was like a plague flower that was emitting a dark green light had bloomed. The crystal clusters were lifted up by the huge shockwave and were thrown into the air before falling down like raindrops.
"Careful, this is a test shot!" Incirsta shouted.
As if to fulfill his words, a green curtain of light gradually rose from the horizon.
They were like countless suns rising into the sky.
They arrived in the blink of an eye.
It fell on the Crystal Cluster's position like a rainstorm.
The twenty-nine giant crystal clusters instantly turned into fine powder. The green streams of light smashed into the sea of crystal clusters one after another. Every time they landed, a huge gap would be blasted open in the dense purple sea. In almost an instant, the crystal clusters had no choice but to retreat.
This was the first time they had retreated since the start of the battle.
Frank was so excited that he felt as if he had returned to the Holy War sixty years ago. He did not seem to care about the death magic that was flying over his head. He shouted to everyone, "Sir, the undead are covering us. This is our chance!"
"Where is the opportunity?"
Brando asked in a loud voice as well.
"Go around to the flank of the crystal clusters!" Metisha looked around and immediately replied, "After the undead's magic is over, the crystal clusters will organize a new attack. Then it will be time for us to play a role."
Frank gave the little Silver Elf princess a thumbs up from the back of his horse.
"What do you think?" Brando looked at Incirsta.
"That is, if the Black Plague Legion can withstand it." Incirsta nodded as well.
Brando could not ignore the opinions of the three top commanders. He looked up and quickly chose a route in the chaotic battlefield.
The silver crescent and lily flag moved on the battlefield once again.
There was finally a hint of admiration in the depths of the dark eyes that watched the battlefield.
She nodded.
"Is the Black Plague Legion in place?"
"They are in place, Your Majesty. But what about the air force?" Isaac looked worriedly at the army of crystal clusters above his head. The beetles had almost flown to the sky above the battlefield, and the huge monster in the clouds was also slowly moving in this direction.
She looked up at the sky with a gloomy expression, but then lowered her long eyelashes and said, "Don't worry about them."
Rows of crusader executioners with heavy shields walked out from the sea of skeleton soldiers. They came to the front line and lined up in rows. Soon, they formed a solid three-layered defense line on the battlefield.
The necromancers looked out through the gaps between the shields of these huge undead heavy infantry. Beams of green light were falling from that direction, and the light of the explosions was endless. A huge gap appeared on the battlefield. On the left wing of the Black Plague Legion, thousands of pale Knights emitting fluorescent light were moving in a roundabout way.
They raised their hands.
The necromancers in the back immediately turned around and threw out communication spells. These spells were gathered by the frontline commanders, and the low-level necromancers used their communication crystals to transmit the information to the nearest crystal tower, which then converged it to the command center of the entire battlefield.
The Black Plague Legion was in place.
"Prepare for the second wave of impact!"
"The second wave of attack has arrived!"
At the moment when the spells of the Lich Legion ended.
The purple tide formed by the crystal clusters swept over again. They spread across the gap on the battlefield in a few seconds and crashed in this direction.
This time, it was not the four-legged arthropod-like crystal clusters that were charging at the forefront. Instead, it was the crystal cluster beetles that were thick and strong but had a low center of gravity. They were the attackers recorded by the undead. These crystal clusters with extremely high explosive power had always been the backbone of the Crystal Cluster army.
"Prepare for the attack!"
"They are expected to arrive in five minutes!"
The necromancers quickly gave out orders one after another.
But to everyone's surprise, the first ones to arrive were not the charging crystal clusters, but the beetles in the sky. The beetle army finally flew over the undead army at this moment. They let out a piercing shriek and immediately began to dive into Madara's position.
The beetles opened their claws and teeth, cutting into the undead formation like a sharp blade. Almost in an instant, the front of the Black Plague Legion was shaken.
Erouine's silver-white flag broke out of the encirclement at this moment.
The flag circled around the right wing of the crystal cluster army and came back from the direction of the hills. Blank looked at the scene with a solemn expression. "It's over. The monsters' advantage in the air is too obvious. The undead can't hold on for much longer …"
"There must be a chance," Incirsta said loudly.
"Is there still a chance?" Brando pulled the reins and turned around to ask.
Medissa froze for a moment.
"What's wrong with you, Metisha?"
"No, nothing." Metisha's expression was a little strange. "My lord, what are you going to do?"
"There is still a chance."
Brando narrowed his eyes and replied, "If I can stop the attack of the crystal cluster army in the front, Incirsta, Metisha, can you find a chance?"
"What did you say, Mr. Brando?" Adney questioned loudly. "We can't do that."
"It's not us, it's me." Brando turned around and asked solemnly, "What will happen?"
Everyone was stunned.
Blank gulped and replied, "If the undead can draw out a fresh army …"
"The undead can draw out a fresh army." Metisha suddenly reacted at this time. Her silver eyes flashed with an inexplicable light. "My lord, if you can do it, we can win this war."
"Metisha?"
"My lord, please leave the command of the battlefield to Mr. Incirsta. I believe he can do it well," Metisha replied firmly.
Brando glanced at the Silver Elf princess.
Their eyes met as if their hearts were connected.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Lady Delfien."
Delfien looked up at him.
"Protect yourself."
The prime minister's daughter was slightly stunned. Her eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.
Brando turned around and held Oderfeiss in his hand. With his back facing them, he said, "Mr. Incirsta, don't let us down."
He clamped the horse's belly and made the warhorse speed up. He leaned back slightly and rushed to the center of the battlefield.
"My lord!" Incirsta looked at the other person's back in disbelief. He muttered, "You really made me look at you in a new light …"
"Mr. Incirsta," Metisha reminded him.
"Miss Medissa," Incirsta knew that the Silver Elf princess was Medissa's confidante, so he turned around and solemnly said to her: "I hope we can work together happily from now on. We will fight side by side —"
"No," the little princess shook her head and smiled. "This war belongs to you, Mr. Incirsta. It doesn't belong to me."
The future Black Lord of Madara was stunned.
The pale undead army, the dark land, and the purple crystal ocean. The three colors intertwined under the sky and slowly approached each other. Spears were being lowered in rows. The undead soldiers knew no fear. Only the flames of eternal death were dancing in the depths of their eyes.
Lightning shuttled through the clouds. Meteorites were falling from the distant sky with long tails of flames.
But in between the two distinct colors, a human Knight appeared at this moment.
A man, a horse, and a longsword shining with golden light, pierced between the undead army and the waves of crystal clusters.
"Who is that?"
The Undead Lords were in a panic. Their panicked voices rose and fell one after another.
Her dark eyes reflected the figure of the man standing upright on the horse. The wind blew his long hair and fluttered in the air.
She pursed her lips and held the mercury staff tightly in her pale hand. She didn't say a word.
She recognized that person.
Everything in the prophecy —
Brando tightened the reins of the horse.
He turned the horse's head and blocked between the undead army and the waves of crystal clusters. Behind the rows of undead heavy infantrymen who were retreating under the attack of the horseshoe beetles, countless liches and necromancers looked at this scene at a loss.
Why was there a human here?
What was he doing here?
Was he crazy?
But Brando's back was facing them.
In his eyes, a purple line appeared on the horizon in front of him. It covered the entire battlefield and was rapidly becoming clearer. In the torrent, there were monsters baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. There were tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
He also wanted to ask himself if he was crazy, but a clear voice in his heart told him that he could do it.
Because in his body, the voice of the law was resonating. It was the power of time, space, and the whole world. They were intertwined with each other.
That was the power of existence —
The power of the Elemental Orb had completely resonated.
Brando raised his hand.
A continuous silver network suddenly appeared above the clouds. This network spread from front to back and covered the entire battlefield in a flash.
Everyone looked up in shock. The bright network was reflected in their eyes.
"The Power of the Sage!"
There was a soft bang.
The mercury staff fell on the high platform.
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