Chen Feng no longer needed to worry about the battlefield.
Following the death of the three-eyed giant, the morale of the Slaughter Legion suffered another blow. They did not expect that such a powerful ally would be slaughtered.
The Slaughter Legion was a group of crazy killers. If they could, they would continue killing until the end of the battle. But there was a prerequisite. The scales of victory had to be tilted towards their side!
Blood was the stimulant of the Slaughter Legion, and death caused this stimulant to undergo a qualitative change. When they were in a state of slaughter, they would have a special aura. This was a benefit that the Slaughter God had bestowed to his followers.
But from the start of the battle until now, the Slaughter Legion had been in a state of being pinned down. Many leaders had been slaughtered, and the legions had been defeated again and again. The undead, demons, dark creatures, dark elves, and humans had formed an alliance that gave the Slaughter Legion a fatal blow.
From the start, this was a battle that did not deserve to wait. If this was still bearable, then as the battle progressed, the warriors of the Slaughter Legion suddenly discovered that the berserk abilities that had appeared so easily in the past were very difficult to use. There were even some warriors who desperately prayed to the gods, trying to transform and perish together with the enemy. But no matter how they prayed, they did not receive any notification.
The Slaughter Legion had to face a fact. They did not know when it started, but the Slaughter God had stopped giving them recovery. Even the recovery ability that everyone originally possessed had completely disappeared.
Although they did not want to admit it, everyone had to admit that the power of the Slaughter God was fading.
If it was said that the setbacks on the battlefield were a small problem, then for the Slaughter Legion who were used to killing and being killed, it was not a psychological burden at all. After all, they were a group of madmen. Death was just another kind of rebirth for them.
But the power given by the Slaughter God was fading, which made the Slaughter Legion feel extremely panicked.
All the soldiers were clear about what kind of war this was. This was a war between gods, a war of extermination between different levels. The loser would lose everything. Apart from their lives and land, they would also lose their faith and the gods they believed in!
And now, the dark elves in front of them did not see anything strange. They were still shooting arrows and releasing dark spells. On the other hand, there were many unforeseen events on their side.
As time passed, the situation did not improve. Instead, it worsened. Some priests found that they could no longer cast effective large-scale spells!
The power of priests came from the gods, and they offered some of their power to the gods, including the ability to cast spells. However, this kind of offering was not without a reward. If a low level priest could only cast a single fireball spell, then when they believed in a god and offered all of their power to the god, they would receive a response and their power would multiply. At that time, they would be able to cast two fireballs at the same time, or even more.
But now, the priests found that they could no longer cast spells. It was as if they had bad contact. Often, it would take more time to cast a large-scale bloodlust spell or a healing spell.
Panic was spreading.
As time passed, this change continued to worsen, and many priests even entered a state of madness. As the brains of the slaughtering army, they often thought more than ordinary warriors.
The spell failed.
Did this mean that there were some indescribable changes in the battle between the God of Massacre and Lorci?
This thought left the priests at a loss. As mages, their melee abilities weren't powerful. However, due to their outstanding spellcasting abilities, a group of a hundred orcs together with a priest could annihilate a group of a thousand. This went to show how important the priests were.
The slaughtering army was already having a hard time facing the dark army. And now, as the priests couldn't cast spells, the morale of the slaughtering army plummeted to the freezing point!
Saruman had been observing everything on the battlefield, so much so that he captured the panicked expressions of the priests and their bodies that no longer had any energy waves!
An inexplicable smile appeared on his pale cheeks.
A sudden change occurred!
Saruman suddenly raised his White Bone Scepter, and a dense energy was directly projected into the ground.
"Clatter!"
Square-shaped holes suddenly appeared in the ground of the dark region. Some of the forces that were still fighting fell into them. Then, screams and ear-piercing chewing sounds could be heard.
Amidst a series of heavy, muffled sounds, enormous black shadows crawled out from the holes and holes!
These shadows were either three-headed and six-armed man-eating trolls, mutated magic beasts with sinister bone spikes all over their bodies, sticky meatballs formed from strange viruses, three-headed hellhounds with sharp claws and fangs, disgusting tentacles, or shriveled giant devils.
There were various forms, different creatures, and strange abilities. But the only similarity was that they were all Undead creatures!
As a Lich, Saruman naturally had the habit of collecting Undead creatures. However, due to the Dimension Wall in the human world, he couldn't summon too many Undead creatures. But it was different here. This was the Abyss World. To the creatures here, the energy of the Dimension Wall had been weakened to the lowest level. Thus, Saruman could summon so many collections!
These creatures that were released all had majestic power. There were even a few rotten angel corpses among these creatures. These were the prey that Saruman had personally slaughtered over a long period of time or the treasures that he had purchased from other merchants!
There were actually almost a hundred of these specters, and they were shadowy and indistinct like a surging flood. The imposing aura they emitted was linked together, and it was terrifying and strange to the extreme!
The aura that could destroy heaven and earth made it difficult for the warriors of the slaughtering army to breathe!
Under such a terrifying attack, how could the slaughtering army escape with a series of support spells such as Zombie Halo?
The slaughtering army's left wing had already been defeated. There was originally a large number of Jackalan troops there, and they had suffered heavy losses under the demons and dark elves. Now, with Saruman's trump card, this elite army was wiped out in an instant. The phalanx formed by hundreds of thousands of Jackalans was destroyed just like that!
Since the situation on the battlefield was so clear, Chen Feng had enough time to summon the next creatures.
Three-Eyed giants, Kroric demons, and green dragons.
One Epic-level corpse and two half-step Epic-level bodies. Such a sumptuous offering was enough for Chen Feng to have another fierce general under his command!
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