The swarming ghostly spirits were like a thick cloud, with a piercing scream, overwhelming the mountains and seas.

Seven priests had already been ordered to wait around the chaplains. In the face of the terrifying ghost cloud that overwhelmed them, they did not panic at all, and began to chant a pious prayer in praise of the God of Justice at the same time, and then a hemispherical transparent light mask enveloped them and their surroundings into it.

In the "Divine Glory" enchantment they had teamed up, there was no place for the slightest trace of evil aura.

As soon as the vanguard of the ghost army rushed into the enveloping range of the "Divine Glory" enchantment, milky white holy light continued to appear on the ugly and distorted fuzzy figures of the spirits. This divine attack that directly eroded their heart cores left the spirits with no way to dodge, so they could only turn around and rush back, but before they could run out of the barrier, they were incinerated and finally scattered into ashes.

The Divine Glory Barrier is like a large burning torch, incinerating all the evildoers who break into it, and at the same time illuminating the sky.

High in the sky, a large number of ghosts and ghosts are circling and dancing but no longer dare to fall lightly, and in the gloomy night background, a beautiful island night scene is transformed into a pupil ghost.

Grand Priest sat neatly draped on a simple wooden chair, with the small tent behind him. Under the faint light of the tent, several gray-haired scholars were lying on the parchment without distraction, writing and drawing, and from time to time casting spells around a small area that was circled one meter square.

The work of the scholars could not be disturbed, so the High Priest of decided to personally lead two high-ranking knights to guard him. Seeing that they could not directly attack the priesthood, the ghostly wraiths that circled the sky began to screech down towards the tent.

Grand Priest Hayman stood up unhurriedly, and there was no expression on his calm and simple old face, silently waiting for the ghost cloud to rush to the top of his head 10 meters before raising the exquisite scepter in his right hand.

When first raised, the scepter was inconspicuous. But when it was raised to the top of his head, the clear white crystal at the top of the scepter suddenly radiated a blinding white light. Under the pressure of the dark and moonless clouds, these thousands of white rays of light are particularly dazzling, making it impossible to look at them directly.

This is true even for humans, and even more so for those spirit creatures who are terrified of the bright light.

The undead creature illuminated by the light seemed to be poured with strong acid, and a puff of white smoke rose from its skin and squeaked. They writhed violently, howling in pain.

The originally dense pupil ghost immediately let out a terrible wail, and the entire impact formation was swept through by the white scorching light. The spirits, apparently disoriented, were like bees that had blown up their nests, darling through the air, bewildered. The front end of the cloud was visibly dissolved.

Two high-ranking knights in bright armor stood in front of the High Priest of, and all the spirits that rushed over could not withstand the attack of the magic weapons in their hands. The three of them alone guarded this area as steadily as Mount Tai, and there was no spirit body that could leap into the thunder pool for half a step.

The sacred scepter held in the hands of the Grand Priest of was like a lighthouse that illuminated the heavens and the earth, and it took half a cup of tea before the light gradually faded. The white crystal at the top of the scepter had become dull and dim, and there was no longer the divine aura that had been flowing from its previous luster.

However, in the time of this half of the tea, the spirits circling and flying in the sky were already less than thirty percent, which showed the sharpness of the divine light attack in the whole region just now. At the front of the camp that was affected by the light, many undead creatures also fell silently, which also gave the human warriors who were under increasing pressure a rare opportunity to recuperate.

However, Archbishop's sharp blow obviously angered the main messenger who was hiding behind the undead, and when the light subsided, more undead creatures also poured up, mixed with the figures of many elite undead.

"Knock Knock ......"

A continuous dull loud noise was heard, and the heavy wooden boxes that made up the camp were splashed with debris, cracks everywhere, and some of them flew out directly without reinforcement, revealing several tall and burly figures in the darkness.

Through the burning bonfire and the glow of magic on their bodies, the Church Knights who were on the front line were horrified to discover that these undead creatures that staggered through the gap in the camp were skeletal generals with thick bones and majestic bodies.

As a skeleton general who has escaped from the identity of a low-level undead, this skeleton-like undead has almost reached the extreme of his species. Tall, stout and hard as iron, huge bones, bones-filled elbows, knees, shoulder blades, and back, terrifying bone swords and shields refined in the most vicious and bloody way, and the tremendous strength brought by their sheer size. This qiē outlines the hideous appearance of a butcher in the world.

Although he was already extremely familiar with this specially concocted killing machine, he could still put it face to face with this 4-meter-tall behemoth, which still made the hearts of several high-ranking knights who supported the front-line battlefield feel terrified.

Several priests in the rear saw such a hideous terrifying undead rushing into the camp, and they no longer cared about the requirements of the great priest to save divine arts, and waved their hands one by one, allowing the brilliant divine magic brilliance to begin to shine on these high-level undead.

"Flame Strike", "Flame Light", "Holy Word" ......

Although the Skeleton General can be classified as a high-level undead, its starting point is still the weakest skeleton. Even after multiple concoctions and transformations, the crystal bones have been trained to the point where the sword is difficult to hurt, but it still hasn't improved much magic resistance, not to mention the magic technique that specializes in restraining the undead.

In the brilliant brilliance of the divine arts, the few skeleton generals who rushed to the forefront finally collapsed and returned to dust. And the few who rushed up in the follow-up only barely used the huge bone shield to resist a few times, and they fell in the staggering retreat.

This visual representation of the victory was the most inspiring, and the entire front of the camp immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers of human warriors. Under the high morale, almost a single counterpressure cut down all the undead who rushed through the camp to the ground.

There was an angry roar from the shadows of the pupils in the distance, and with a shaking tremor, several more black shadows appeared in front of the camp.

Compared to the skull-strength of the previous skeleton generals, the shadows that came from this impact were many times more bloated, and from the front, their cross-section was almost equal to their height.

These guys are obviously also infinitely powerful, and just one collision has turned the camp that the human warriors have worked so hard to build into a tooth bed everywhere. Debris flew and the tremors trembled with heavy footsteps, and the undead collided with the Church knights who were at the forefront.

"Heroic", "Guarding", "Exciting"......

One by one, the wartime prayers were recited as quickly as possible, and one after another the divine light began to shine on the body of the Church Knight. Relying on these self-blessings, the front-row knights holding the shield turned into rolling gourds one by one in the dull crash and the sudden spurting of blood "poof", knocking down their companions behind them.

The unstoppable impact of these undead was contained, revealing themselves in the bright light of the fire.

What an ugly bunch of undead!

The undead who have been seen and purified in the past can basically maintain a humanoid form, but these undead are simply a mountain of flesh piled up by countless human corpses. When any normal human sees it, they will involuntarily spit out all the food in the stomach pouch, and eventually even vomit bile.

Its fat and bloated body made it impossible to distinguish the human form at all, and its short, stout limbs were not conspicuous at all when pressed against the flesh-like body. The only thing that impresses is its huge fanged bloody mouth that grows around the waist of its fat belly. The round body of the ball of flesh was full of fleshy protrusions, and every now and then you could see the undissolved remains of a human corpse, or an arm that was nearly half corroded, or a hideous head that could not be identified by age and gender......

Their skin is dull and blue, covered with a sticky, acidic liquid. Everywhere they passed, the pungent and choking pale green poisonous clouds persisted, causing the contaminated creatures to suffer from corpse poison.

"Stitch monster! ……”

Some experienced church knights shouted loudly, which was also a disguised reminder to the new knights in the team who did not know the depths.

A few "purification techniques" fell in time, so that the few church knights who had resisted the stitching monster head-on and were stained with corpse poison finally got rid of their weakness and weakness, and were able to brush themselves up with healing techniques.

Due to the rugged terrain and narrow roads, there were only 3 stitching monsters that rushed up this time. But these three Stitch Monsters alone have already caused the most damage to the human team to date.

Not to mention breaking through the tightly defended line of the human knights, the three stitching monsters also wrapped some mercenaries who couldn't dodge with thick chains wrapped around their bodies, and threw them fiercely into the zombies that shook sharply behind them.

The human warriors who fell on the front line of the battlefield, no matter how big the damage was, the groups of priests behind them could save them with continuous "treatment of minor injuries", "treatment of minor injuries", and "healing techniques". But the hand of the stitching monster is too vicious, and he directly pulls the human warriors within the scope of his body out of the divine range of the priest group, cutting off their backup, and then eats it.

Several high-ranking knights of the Temple of Justice rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards these 3 special undead with great destructive power. Before he got close, the "monster fixing technique" of the rear priest had already hit the body of the stitching monster first.

The high-ranking knight slashed hard, and the sanctified sword in his hand pierced into the stitching monster's body with a dazzling brilliance, and cut huge wounds on the side in the direction they ran. The real vital cores of these stitching monsters are hidden deep in the thick layers of fat, and they can't be reached by the swords of the knights alone.

So the high-ranking knight quickly ran around the stitching monster to create wounds, and from time to time he threw the prepared magic into these great wounds. The positive and negative energy of the entanglement and collision suddenly exploded in the wound, and while the smelly and sticky body fluids, fat, and flesh foam were blown up all over the sky, they also quickly invaded the internal structure of the suture monster.

Without the restraint of the powerful evil aura, the heavy size of the stitching monster itself was enough to crush the flesh that was not strong. As a result, the three stitching monsters dumped one after another, turning into a pool of flesh and mud and a pile of minced meat.

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