The earth-shattering explosion almost tore apart the thick, dark clouds in the sky above the Rotten Land. The white pillars of light interweaved into a dazzling light grid that could destroy the heavens and the earth. The Undead surged like a tide from afar, and as the hundreds of thousands of Undead ran, the Sentinel Captain felt as though the ground beneath his feet was about to collapse.
The shocking scene in front of them caused the minds of the soldiers to temporarily go blank. They stood rooted to the ground, and their eyes reflected the scene of the white Light of Judgement sweeping across the sky. Hundreds and thousands of Undead were blown into the sky by the explosion. Even the experienced Sentinel Captain could not react to the danger he was in.
"It's over …"
This was the only thought in the Sentinel Captain's mind after he recovered from his momentary daze.
Not to mention his pitiful little Sentinel Station, even the Quel 'Thalas Great Barrier at its peak would not be able to withstand such a huge impact.
Therefore, it was meaningless to escape now.
The huge white pillar of light was not magic. As an Elf who was extremely sensitive to magical elements, the Sentinel Captain did not sense any magical wave from the powerful light. It was pure light, the purest light, without any elemental power. It was unbelievable that a beam of light could have such terrifying destructive power. Even the most powerful Blood Elf Mage would not be able to use a beam of light to form such an attack, even if he used Holy Light.
Heavenly Punishment?
This word suddenly flashed in the Sentinel Captain's mind.
Could it be that the Gods were finally enraged by the Undead ravaging the world, and wanted to send down their judgment?
He suddenly remembered the news about the God's Messenger that came to this world, and he had a hint of understanding.
That's right, the God's Messenger came to this world and saw the Undead ravaging the land. In his rage, he launched a destructive judgment, and the arrogant Blood Elves rejected the God's Messenger's protection, so naturally, they were excluded from the rescue list. Now, Quel 'Thalas would probably be purified along with the Undead Calamity.
"Captain Krosa … Let's … Hurry up and escape …" An unknown soldier said while trembling. Fear filled his face.
"Escape to where?" The Sentinel Captain asked calmly, as though he did not care about the tide of Undead and the approaching white light.
The soldier was speechless. Yes, where could he escape to?
In the face of this destructive impact that swept across the entire horizon, would Quel 'Thalas be spared?
"Captain! Look! "
Just when everyone was in despair, Torina suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the sky behind the Tide of Undead.
Behind the rolling dark clouds in the distance, traces of golden light penetrated through the clouds, followed by a strange low rumbling sound. The golden light grew stronger, and gradually, half of the clouds in the sky were plated with a golden halo, as if another scorching sun was gradually rising from the clouds.
The sentries' mouths were wide open as they stared blankly at the sky that was originally murky and dark, but was now gradually being filled with golden light. Then, as a certain shocking scene appeared, they collectively let out an unsuppressable cry of alarm.
A huge golden battleship that was as large as a city suddenly broke through the endless clouds, and the strong holy light shone on the decayed land, causing the entire land to sizzle. The weaker Undead actually disintegrated under the illumination of the golden light. The thick clouds that had occupied the Land of the Specter for several years were like a tablecloth that was sliced open by a sharp table knife. After the huge battleship sailed past, the clear blue sky behind it was revealed.
This was the reason why the Undead fled in all directions. As low-level Undead without intelligence, they would not feel fear, but what if they were facing a sky fortress filled with endless holy light?
Under the pressure of the holy light, tens of thousands of Undead fled for their lives. Before long, they were less than two kilometers away from the small outpost.
Just when the Sentinel Captain thought that he and the others were about to be annihilated by this final impact, an emotionless voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth. "The sands of time are gone with the wind. The pendulum is gradually coming to a stop. Everything I see is frozen in this never-ending moment …"
As the voice fell, the boundless Undead Tide suddenly froze in place, as though it was a still image that had been frozen by a water reflection spell. Even the limbs of the Undead that had been blasted into the air were suspended in mid-air.
The huge battleship suddenly accelerated and passed the Undead army below it in a way that did not match its huge size at all. Then, the hull of the battleship, which was several kilometers long, moved horizontally, and from the side of the battleship toward the Land of the Specter, countless large and small cannons protruded out. When the Undead finally regained their freedom, they were faced with a dense artillery fire that was even more overwhelming than the Light of Judgment just now!
The Sentinel Captain finally understood at this moment that the huge golden battleship did not intend to destroy the Elven Kingdom and the Undead behind him, but to help Quel 'Thalas!
Of course, he did not know that when he discovered that hundreds of thousands of Undead were collectively moving towards Quel 'Thalas under the deterrence of the holy light, a certain Emperor himself was shocked …
Fortunately, as a heavy sky fortress airship, the Borderland-class airship's cruising speed was very slow, but with the help of Shallow's special ability and the extraordinary performance of the afterburners, we were able to reach the front of the undead army in time, stopping the enemy's advance before those unlucky blood elves were trampled flat by the sky full of high-calcium tablets. Otherwise, what should have been an incomparably flashy and exciting rescue mission for Quel 'Thalas would have turned into the worst case of using someone else's knife to kill someone else …
Under the double threat of the concentrated cannons and the Holy Light Battleship, the brainless undead army immediately fell into even greater chaos. The undead charging at the front instinctively turned around and fled, while the undead at the back were still charging forward under inertia. Piles of bones and piles of flesh collided violently. The weaker undead with weaker bodies were directly crippled by the stronger ones. When they lowered their heads to pick up their scattered heads or limbs from the ground, even more of the larger undead would simply pass over their bodies, flying everywhere in the air. Meanwhile, at the front of the army, the Borderland-class Battleship at full firepower was excitedly turning even more undead into plasma that drifted in the air. The only sound left in the world was the deafening roar of the several dozen main cannons. The tens of thousands of undead, which in the sentinel captain's eyes was equivalent to Armageddon, fell into a one-sided slaughter in front of the Borderland-class Battleship.
Since we were far away from the Calamity Army's main influence, there were very few powerful undead gathered in the northern part of the Land of the Specter. Even the Lich King couldn't be bothered to recruit these undead that were as numerous as tofu. Compared to the millions of powerful undead gathering at our base, the undead couldn't even be considered a small squad. A single medium-sized battleship would be able to destroy them all. Their only advantage over the blood elves was that they didn't fear death in numbers. However, even a few thousand of them together would likely be no match for an assembled demon. The blood elves had also fallen into dire straits because their population had plummeted after the war and they had lost almost all of their elites. Compared to the Borderland-class Battleship that could fly in the air and had powerful cannons, hundreds of thousands of low-level undead were absolutely no threat at all. Since they couldn't fly and didn't have any long-range attacks, they wouldn't be able to cause a qualitative change no matter how many of them there were.
Furthermore, even the millions of undead gathering at our base didn't have a chance of defeating us. Tens of thousands of the Empire's mechanical warriors and the elite allied armies of various races were more than capable of wiping out the weak rotting flesh and bones. They were only able to give us a headache by relying on their astonishing numbers. If it wasn't for the fact that we had to fight for time to pass through the Land of the Specter, we could have used a more stable method to wipe out the millions of undead.
However, time was precious. We didn't have the time to fight a war of attrition with millions of cannon fodder for half a month. They definitely weren't our main enemies in this expedition. That was why in order to deal with the corpse tide as quickly as possible, we turned our attention to Quel 'Thalas' Magic Net.
With a deep buzzing sound, the massive battleship that was the size of a city-state slowly landed on the ground that was flattened by the cannons. Even though they were a few hundred meters away, the few surviving blood elf sentinels couldn't help but take a dozen steps back under the pressure of this massive battleship. They looked at each other in shock. In the end, as the captain, Krosa barely calmed himself down and mustered up the courage to walk forward.
The holy energy that permeated the surroundings and the surging holy light on the battleship made this blood elf clearly understand one fact: this huge battleship was the weapon of the God's messenger that descended on the Azeroth Continent. Even though the blood elves' reverence for the gods was far less than their reverence for magic, when they faced a terrifying godly weapon that had just used a shocking method to wipe out hundreds of thousands of undead, even the most arrogant blood elf noble would tremble in fear.
This courageous elf captain wasn't a noble, so he naturally wasn't arrogant.
The golden holy light on the godly battleship gradually dimmed. Then, a figure with endless radiance slowly walked down from a door on the battleship.
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