The vast and magnificent divine power of the God of Justice surged between heaven and earth, directly urging a 9th-order divine technique "Righteous Judgment" to cover the entire audience.

This was not comparable to the power of the divine magic that had been prayed for before, and as soon as the divine scroll was struck, this defensive line, which had been compressed to the extreme, became a sea of light. Nearly every subject in the camp descended a pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth, enveloping it. Due to the dense stacking of the camp undead, these pillars of light became entangled with each other and almost blended together.

The Temple of Justice, whether it was a clergyman or a guardian knight, couldn't help but kneel down and pray sincerely while being covered by the pillar of light, and hymns praising Tyr, the god of justice, began to reverberate in the camp.

The fervent prayers made the fearful looks on the pastors' faces fade away.

As their prayers were celebrated, their expressions became more steadfast and holy. Under the command of the High Priest of, the mercenaries who were not believers in the God of Justice also retreated behind their companions, holding their weapons in both hands and began to pray.

The pillars of light that fall on them bring warmth, mercy, and justice, and for the undead who belong to evil creatures, it is a shower of holy light. All the undead who soaked in it were screaming and screaming, but their bodies were still irresistible and began to dissolve in the light.

Those high-level undead could barely struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to avoid this light of judgment. Unfortunately, whether you burrow underwater or use the body of your companion to block it, you can't escape the pillar of light that locks your soul. The pain of destroying the body and destroying the soul is not something that ordinary undead can bear, and the audience immediately cried and wailed.

The tide of corpses, the sea of skeletons, and the ghost clouds that were still surging just now immediately became the sacrifices of this 9th-order divine art. There was almost no room for resistance, and the pieces of soul fire were extinguished one by one, leaving only some vampires, corpses, witches, and the like.

A few corpse witches who were still showing off their might just now would almost not be able to retreat if they hadn't been delayed for a little time by relying on the instantaneous dark mist.

When they met again in the dense forest in the distance, their ragged, shriveled bodies were full of holes eroded by positive energy. From time to time, broken bones fell off the body.

The miserable image of a few corpses gritted their teeth angrily, eager to let the remaining army of vampires rush out with a wave of their hands and crush those guys to ashes. It's a pity that Lord Hagel, the dragon lich, left a strict order before leaving, and they, as his direct subordinates, did not dare to disobey his orders. So, they could only hold their noses and endure this evil breath, and turned their heads to urge the low-level undead to continue to advance towards the camp.

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In the camp, the "fair trial" that lasted for half an hour finally gave its last glimmer of light. And the Great Priest of Hayman, who had been trying to maintain this 9th-order divine technique, also lowered his arm gloomily, and sat on the rattan chair and gasped.

Without the divine magic scrolls handed down from the upper echelons of the Temple of Justice, such a 9th-order divine technique was not something that he could complete on his own as a 14th-level great priest. Even if he was only responsible for initiating and guiding the completion of this divine art, he had consumed almost all of his strength. The two high-ranking knights who had been accompanying him even saw that the face of the High Priest of was much older than before.

Leapfrogging the use of the Divine Scroll really comes at a huge price, and this price is the life force of the caster.

"The undead are here again!" Two experienced mercenaries exclaimed at the same time.

You don't need to look with your eyes, you just need to listen, you can hear the rustling of footsteps and the unconscious howl of zombies in the deep darkness in the distance.

The "fair trial" just now wiped out almost all the undead inside and outside the camp, but after all, the scope was limited, and it was impossible to directly cover the entire Half Moon Island. So the sea of corpses and skeletons that poured in from behind stepped out of the dense forest again, crossed the sand, and slowly but surely poured into the ruined human camp.

After seven hours of high-intensity fighting, more than half of the human team was already in the water. At this moment, the total number of people who can still fight upright is only 21, especially the priests and mid-to-high-ranking church knights, and the mercenaries who came with the team have almost suffered casualties.

There were also a dozen or so survivors in the battle circle who fell to the ground, all poor priests who had exhausted their magic and were scratched and injured by the undead. They couldn't wear the protective chain mail, nor could they hold a broadsword, a mace, or a 20-pound shield. Therefore, the vampire attack just now, these low-level priests are the most injured group.

In fact, if the wounds suffered by the people in the field were to be put into normal times, as long as a series of "healing techniques", "toxin removal", and "healing fatal injuries" magic techniques were performed, most of the wounded and patients would be able to fight again vigorously. It's a pity that when this magic was exhausted, it became a fatal injury.

It can be said that the guys who can still stand up and fight at this time are the elite of the church with strong will.

It may only be half an hour before dawn. But the more this time, the darker and terrible the sky became. Not only was there no light to be seen, but even the gentle sea breeze seemed to be suppressed by the stagnant and heavy aura of death in the camp, and nothing could be smelled except the disgustingly evil aura.

The rustle of zombies as they walked came from all directions, and it was clear that the enemy had surrounded them again.

The remaining priests and knights of the Church also formed a defensive circle around the tent again. It's just that at this time, without the blessing of divine magic, their combat power has also fallen to a low point. Whether it will be able to survive the last half hour, no one knows.

When the eerie laughter of the ghosts and ghosts resounded in the sky again, a new offensive of the undead began!

The crowded, barely visible of the corpse tide, once again stepped into the range of the campfire. The dense crowd of ugly zombies with barely distinguishable heads twisted in pain, their eyes rolled and their mouths closed open and closed, and they let out indistinct wails while scrambling to stretch out their black and dirty arms and stagger towards the only ones left.

At the last moment when time was almost frozen, the priests and knights who were holding their breath were fearless. They erupted in deafening roars, wielding warhammers, swords, and barbed shields to meet the blows. Black Blood Splatter...... The first group of zombies rushed up to smash like a wave blocked by a reef, but before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the wave of the second group of zombies had already surged up again.

A muffled snort of pain came from the line of defense. When one of the priests wielded the mace, his movements were noticeably sluggish for a moment, and he did not push out the zombie in front of him with a cracked skull. The zombie with a big hole in his skull pounced unconcernedly, and his claws, which were sharper than ordinary swords, pierced through the gap in the chain mail between his waist and ribs, and immediately blood gushed out, and there were wisps of black inside.

A few companions on his side rushed to help, and the zombies who swarmed up quickly squeezed into a lump of flesh. Countless pairs of arms were pulled, and the priest who was firmly held by the zombies involuntarily disappeared into the crowd of corpses.

A moment later.

In the distance, a roar of rage piercing the sky was faintly heard, and then an irresistible divine shockwave struck everyone's faces through the heavy barriers.

"Priest Tara has returned to the arms of God!"

A clear realization arose in the hearts of all. In the outburst of divine magic just now, everyone had already sensed the familiar and fiery soul fluctuations of Priest Tara. But as the divine outburst subsided, so did his soul fluctuations.

Instead of dampening the confidence of the rest of the people, Priest Tara's sacrifice made their eyes more determined and resolute, and the hands holding their weapons more calm and powerful. It is not known who was the first to recite the canonical proverbs of the God of Justice, and soon all the clergy and knights of the Church shouted these familiar proverbs in their own loudest voices.

These earth-shattering proverbs may not have the power of magic, but they can uplift people's hearts and stir their hearts. As the proverbs soared, the crowd waved their weapons and shouted praises to the greatness of the God of Justice, smashing the heads of the ugly undead in front of them.

The entire battlefield has been echoing with impassioned war songs, and under the war songs, there are determined people who have overcome obstacles and fought hard......

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Li Xun sighed leisurely.

At a height of several thousand meters, every qiē that happened on the ground was unobstructed.

The casualties of the church ranks and the losses of his own subordinates were not on his mind, but he was thinking more about the origin of the church and the spellcaster.

It seems that the qiē of the qiē is a remnant of the period of the Great Elven Empire.

When the Elven Empire controlled the entire plane and ruled the sky and the earth, human beings, as the most humble servants, could only survive in the barbaric land where the major alien races were rampant. At that time, the human powerhouse who was able to stand up and lead the human race to rush left and right and open up his own territory was one of the few pioneers among the human race who had mastered the power of magic and the ability to cast spells in advance.

They worked together at that time and made an indelible contribution to the rise of humanity

Unfortunately, with the collapse of the Elven Empire, some of these powerhouses took advantage of the situation to rise and become members of the human god line, while others became ancient magicians who mastered the mysteries of heaven and earth described in ancient books. For the first time, the contradictions between the two sides broke out irreconcilably and irreconcilably.

God shepherds all peoples.

The gods naturally want to rule and protect their people, but only if you are a people.

These new gods, who have become human gods, want to achieve the most is the strength of the former elven empire, and once again replicate the glory of the elven god system. But those ancient magicians wanted to get rid of the control of the gods and create a great kingdom belonging to magicians.

The confrontation and confrontation between the two sides created the later goddess of magic, Mystra, so the magician sadly fell under the intrigues of the human gods, and became an obliterated past.

But without this phoenix nirvana-style catastrophe, it would not have been possible to sprout and give birth to later arcanists. The fall of Mystra, the goddess of magic in the later period, also marked the strong rise of the Arcane Empire, so the human race, led by powerful Arcanists, defeated most of the alien races on the Klein Continent and made himself truly the master of the continent.

As for the subsequent historical trajectory, it is equivalent to a copy of the past.

Once again, the Arcane Empire fell to the powerful counterattack of the human gods, but the human gods also paid a heavy price for it. The once prosperous human god system is gone, and those great and prominent names that have been passed down from generation to generation in the mouths of all the people have disappeared one by one in the long river of history, leaving only a broken and contradictory human god system.

Under the diligent excavation of some archaeologists of the Mage Guild for thousands of years, some ancient secrets have been slowly revealed, and the history of the human god system has also been presented to everyone.

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